#acknowledge that i am tired and lonely and kind of just want to give up

[fooltofancy]

told myself i was gonna stop complaining abt money on tumblr.com so just gonna delete that and idk

[lokisis]

@bleedingbonemarrow

Aha I hate not being able to edit asks (killing killing)

ANYWAY.

I imagine he's hard to get through to. I see a lot of myself in his personality, especially back in highschool, so I can pretty accurately describe what's up in his mind.

He hates himself. Thoroughly. Cannot stand himself. Every time he looks in the mirror, he can't recognize his own face. He's too much, he's not enough, he's nothing, he'll never be Right. Any compliment slides off of him like water. He doesn't believe you. He disassociates often. His reality is warped, in his mind, to always be against him.

So naturally, he smiles it away. He pretends he's better than everyone else. Because he's terrified of telling anyone he's... not. Telling anyone that he's trapped in his own "skin" and he hates it.

Yknow that Springtrap frame where he's tearing apart his own head? Yeah Spamton would try it, at least once.

He's a failure in a city that only cares about success. About how much you're worth. He definitely has trauma from his Addison days, as well as when he was bullied in the mansion. His friends and possibly family left him. He's uh. Really lonely.

He thinks kindness is a weakness to exploit. To manipulate. Because that's what happened to him. He isn't mean per se, but he doesn't go out of his way to be nice either. Not to mention the one person he put his trust into kinda fuckin disappeared. He isn't exactly jumping at an opportunity to "make friends"

He's clinging to his old fame like a fucking lifeline. Because acknowledging himself Now would break him. A puppet tied up in strings. He's not even in control of his own life. He values choices so much, he can't help giving them out like candy. "Choose this thing, it's your choice I won't force you, but choose it."

All that being said, he's also just. Happy to have fun, I think. I read a fic where he constantly tries to jumpscare Reader when they visit. I love that. The idea of him playing pranks on.. well, his would be friends, is really cute to me. I doubt he would do something as extreme as dunking them in acid or anything, but tripping them or scaring them feels like something he would do.

An important thing ppl tend to miss is that he wants people to Suffer, but not to Die. He gets mad in snow grave because you ruined the fun. You killed everyone And you're stealing the fountain? What's he supposed to do afterwards?!? He wants to rule the city, not destroy it.

I feel like, after peeling away his walls, he's generally a silly guy. And seriously loyal. I mean, he's Still protecting Mike's name, even after supposedly Years of not seeing him. He's ride or die for anyone he cares about. And those people get to see him be a bit goofier.

There's like. 7 million more things I want to say but I am. Tired of typing on my phone 👍

[reputayswift]

taylor, the anon reminds me your iconic gilmore girls edits as taylor albums… so, i gotta ask, who’s midnights?

Okay so I’m glad Midnights wasn’t out when I made that edit bc this is a VERY hard question, especially because I’ve already used up essentially all of the main characters…who are we left with: Kirk? Taylor? Miss Patty? Babette?? I saw this tag the other day and it pains me. It really does because I don’t want to acknowledge this character but he probably gives us the most to work with 😔 (no offense to the person who tagged it ofc you made some points!!! <3)

Lavender Haze: the only kind of girl HE sees IS a one-night or a wife!

Anti-Hero: he’s the problem. it’s him. I AM tired of his scheming! “Taylor, you’ll be fine” that’s him giving Taylor the weekly Doose’s profit report. him ghosting is unrealistic though, if there’s one thing that boy is going to do it’s fill an answering machine.

Midnight Rain: he wanted a bride, she was making her own name! and he does eventually get the picture-perfect, shiny family. sunshine though????…..🤨

Vigilante Shit: no more dressing like 50s housewives for him. “picture me thick as thieves with your ex-wife,” I’d like to see it!!

Bejeweled: Lindsay anthem, maybe I’d give this album to her 🤔 “familiarity breeds contempt, don’t put me in the basement when I want the penthouse of your heart” is very Dean lashing out at Lindsay when he’s secretly seeing Rory, all while she’s trying to cook the perfect dinner for him

Mastermind: Dean stalking watching Rory while she reads her books, trying to win her back from Jess under the guise of just wanting to be her friend

The Great War: “cursed you as I sleep-talked” > him saying Rory’s name while he’s passed out after his bachelor party, another Lindsay anthem “maybe it was egos swinging, maybe it was her”

High Infidelity: can be Lindsay x Dean vs Rory x Dean or Rory x Dean vs Rory x Jess, “your picket fence is sharp as knives,” “I bent the truth too far tonight I was dancing around it” (literally dance marathon ep), “there’s many different ways that you can kill the one you love, the slowest way is never loving them enough,” “storm coming, good husband, bad omen, dragged my feet right down the aisle, at the house lonely, good money I’d pay if you’d just know me, seemed like the right thing at the time,” “do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?”

Glitch: he’s a dude that gives nothing

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve: I see this one get suggested a lot and I get the idea (Rory sleeping with Dean being a kind of turning point for her character) but I think an age-gap is kind of essential to that dynamic

[couches]

plz don’t talk to me about this post

damn when was the last time i made a post. LMAO this shit looks bad on desktop holy fuck

just checking in. i’m doing bad.

i have a place i do my journaling but i don’t know why i wanted this post to go out to more than just the void. i feel like i’ve needed a win for like the past few months and i just have not gotten one. not to say nothing good is going on in my life because the same things that have always been going well (my relationship, my friends, my parents’ health, my job, my dog) are doing really well. my mental health has just been doing really terribly and it’s been so difficult to focus on the good. you may remember bpd as the adhd or autism of the 2010′s and ya girl is still eating shit daily. 

the holidays are always tough for me, and things somehow went worse than i expected this year. i’ve been really missing camille even though i see her more frequently than ever, it’s just been hard being this far into our relationship and comparing it to my friends who get to spend the holidays together or who have normal families who are accepting and excited about their child’s s/o. i always feel lonely during christmas but i felt even lonelier still feeling so far away from being able to spend holidays or any happy days with the person i love and who i’m spending the rest of my life with. it just really, really hurts sometimes. (all the time) 

i don’t even really want to talk about my brother being annoying because that’s just the status quo. he cussed at me when we were in the car and i actually had to breathe deeply because my anger was actually about to get out of control LOL. i just had to stay quiet and breathe. and then when i got home i just stayed in my room and cried. and then i was thinking about camille’s sisters and how horrible they are to her and it made me cry more. [putting this vaguely cuz i don’t wanna divulge her family info in my own post] i’m glad things are resolved for the sake of her peace but i still have so much anger in my heart about it and i think hearing about it on the same day where i already was feeling so angry and hurt and alone just made me even more upset. i just can’t believe it’s been a month of them (especially the younger one) ignoring her and acting like she’s a ghost in their house. she didn’t even look up to acknowledge me when i visited and that was enough to make me pissed off and i don’t even give a fuck because she’s not my sister so imagine how much it would hurt if she was. i just feel really disturbed by the whole thing and i don’t ever want to be in the same space as them again, still. 

i just couldn’t stop crying last night because i felt really frustrated about feeling anger and hatred LOL. believe it or not... i hate feeling that way! and i just feel really consumed by my anger these days. i feel like i used to be such a happy and forgiving and kind person and now i look in the mirror and i don’t even see that. i see someone who is bitter and angry all the time. i know it’s because i’ve become more passionate about injustice, personally and globally, but sometimes i just feel so tired. i feel like no one else shares my pain and i’m wrong. i feel crazy. even though my therapist always tells me i’m not and always tells me that how i feel makes sense. i just feel like i’m crazy and i’m screaming at the top of my lungs and no one can hear me. but then when people do hear me i feel like i have to minimize myself and what i’m feeling because i don’t want to share this burden. the burden of not knowing what the fuck is wrong with me!!!!! 

i saw this quote that was saying like, is the real you the one who did that horrible thing, or the one who feels awful about the horrible thing you did? and i know that i am forever a compassionate person who can accept my mistakes and flaws and who knows that radical love and empathy is the key to growth and joy. but i just can’t stop being consumed by my feelings these days. i know i can’t help how i feel but i can help how i react. but god it’s so hard... 

i don’t mean this in a derogatory way toward myself, but it’s crazy that i’m 25 still making posts the same way i did when i was 15. just depressed, confused, hating myself, and on tumblr.

[angelicalbones]

Random childish whining

I have to focus on being a rock for my brother right now but every time I have to hear my mom talk about how we've dealt w mental health crisis before and ONLY be talking about my youngest sibling makes me want to break down and scream.

I was ✨ing myself, actively SH, and threatened w ground/losing my job/losing my car/losing my fucking bank account until I became normal. Left w no resources, having to brute force "recovery" just so I didn't inconvenience anyone.

But she still views that as just a cry for attention and not actually being in any sort of crisis. I'm the normal one. I'm the one who doesn't really get what it's like to be mentally ill.

I will always be fucking othered by her. I have never and will never belong to her little club in this family. I don't count I'm just useful.

I'm almost 30 I shouldn't crave this childish level of support and love from a woman I know I will never get it from. But I want it so desperately. I want her to fucking see me for real. To acknowledge me as her daughter and not property or a tool.

I don't want to be coddled I just want to be allowed to be honest about how fucking miserable I am. I want to be the one allowed to be in crisis for once in my fucking life. I want to be taken care of.

But then I can't help but to feel I'm failing my dad by feeling this way. He and I have our problems and he's not a perfect man at all but he's also an eldest sibling from an even more fucked up family. I know he's felt this same way at some point. His son is in crisis right now but he has to be states away to help his little sister w her son going into surgery today. He has to watch over his nieces and support them thru all of this.

I know he has to be even more exhausted than I am. And I wish we were closer that I could talk to him about it. But we've never had that kind of relationship and frankly it's too late at this point but that's ok.

Fuck I'm just so fucking lonely. And it's no one's fault, none of my friends or my siblings, I know they all love me and care for me. I'm just physically alone. I don't have someone to turn to at the end of the night to hold me. I have a hole in my soul where I thought someone was there who would do that even tho he never did

I have to hold myself alone. Face this as head on as I can alone. Even the friends I feel like I could just go curl up on their couch and have a breakdown livr in a different state. One of the brightest lights in my life was getting so upset in my behalf last night as I was giving him the readers digest version of what's going on. Kept saying he wanted to move me out to him so I could be amongst my people.

Having these relationships along distance is so fucking hard. And I'm so bad at being fully honest about how shit I feel. But it is what it is.

This diary entry is such a mess but whatever it's where my brain is right now. I'm too tired to think straight. Whatever I've gotta try to get as close to 20k steps today so I can feel some kind of success

[sadghostdiary]

When I was a kid, I used to be very paranoid. My mom was a single mother with undiagnosed bipolar and BPD and she was terrified of leaving me alone.

I also grew up in a dangerous place, so she felt it was appropriate to tell me she had life insurance, in case she died. She always reminded me about this, and how to claim it if something happened to her.

She was not a good mother by any means. I often found myself wanting to run away, to emancipate myself, to just disappear, to die, or maybe to get adopted by someone else. Anything but being there with her.

Every time she was late from work, I started thinking about how she must’ve died, and even though a part of me was saddened, most of me was relieved.

I found solace at the idea that I was free. I felt caged around her. Trapped in her delusions. She was a big child that me, as a child myself, had to take care of, console, and cater to her emotional needs.

I wanted to be taken care of, I didn’t want to take care of her. It was exhausting.

Thinking about her not being there and me not having to worry about money was a daydream. I couldn’t think of anything better that could happen to me.

She was manipulating me to stay with her. Even when I was an adult and I could move out, she used to go on these emotionally manipulative tirades about how I was all she had, the only thing that gave meaning to her life.

I couldn’t leave her with nothing. I couldn’t take away from her the only thing she had, myself.

Until I did, and when I left a huge burden was lifted off my shoulders. It was like I could finally exist as myself without her trying to pull my strings constantly as a messed up puppet master.

I was free and I could be myself. And I just caged myself again with someone else.

My heart hurts because I’m not loved the same way that I love. I am not cared for with the same amount of care I put into others. I am always giving and never receiving.

All that my heart has desired for a while now is to be loved right. To be deeply loved and not manipulated. To be with someone that admires me and someone I can admire. To be with someone that’s kind and sensitive and understanding. Someone that gets my art and my pain.

It seems like I’m always getting lowballed by my relationships, and it’s probably because I accept less than I truly deserve.

It’s like that quote from that teenage book I don’t remember reading but it was something like « we accept the love we think we deserve ». I probably don’t truly acknowledge I deserve better.

I’m also in love with someone else and it hurts. It hurts so bad because I’m already with someone I wish I wasn’t, and if I was free I’d go for him. But I can’t because I cannot stand the thought about inflicting pain on him, even though he’s constantly hurting me.

I couldn’t forgive myself if I broke his heart even though he crushes mine regularly. I’m tired of feeling beaten down, begging for love.

What can I do? I’m just a lonely soul, afraid of being truly alone. I’d rather stay with an empty body than try to venture out and find my true love.

I care about him but he constantly proves he doesn’t care for me the same. I used to adore him, but every day I love him less and I crave for someone who actually loves me more.

Will life stop being cruel and send me the love I want?

[just-a-tiny-goldfish]

Night Shift Vents

AO3

If people were asked to describe you, they would use soft words.  

Shy, sweet, sympathetic, selfless, 

Kind.  

But to be completely honest? You think that’s bullshit.  

Sure, the person you show others is this fragile thing, but inside? The one thing that comes to your mind is feral. A caged animal.  

You are a angry, selfish, prideful, and envious person. Extremely envious. 

You look people in the face “Of course ma’am any time! Thank you for your patience! We hope to see you soon!” Big puppy dog eyes and a bright little smile; you mean ‘shut the fuck up, don’t look in my direction again. Don’t tell me how to do my job and Jesus fucking Christ, don’t come back’ And immediately grimace at their turned-backs. A snarl-teeth bared. In all honesty? You are quite childish for a grown woman.  

So? Are you really as nice as people say? As they think? It’s not like you actually say or do anything to make anyone upset. You wouldn’t dream of it. You’ve been told, actions speak louder than words.  

But, its what’s inside that counts. Right?  

All this to say, you don’t understand Izuku.  

*For the record, you are not the most aware person out there; some might even say oblivious. Once again, however, this is not about what others will say, but what you believe yourself to be. You would rather describe yourself as, constantly in denial.  

How else would you explain getting so close to a certain green-haired man? He came in every night around 3 am, into your lonely graveyard shifts. Sometimes he was the only customer you would have all night; and at others you couldn’t even call him a customer “just wanted to say hi. I don’t want you to get lonely at night” he would bashfully explain not able to look you in the eye, after��you had wondered out loud whether he was gunna keep the nonexistent line waiting or buy something. You think he must work late hours like you-maybe at a gym? He always looks tired. One of those opened 24/7, that would explain the abundance of muscle. And not to be rude, but some nights he definitely smelled like he ran a mile and thought that body spray would be enough to save the noses of those around him. Yeah, definitely a gym.  

 Never would you have connected the dots and thought of him as a Pro Hero. Why would you? Why would a Pro talk to a lowly 7/11 employee. Why spare you the time of night.  

So, you got to know Izuku. He was a little pathetic if you were being honest. But then again, you thought many guys pathetic. It was a term of endearment to you at this point. Ternurita. The first time he came in to your life you barely acknowledged him, only looking up when you heard the crash. It seemed to echo in the empty store. You don’t know how it happened, but this man had managed to topple over a whole aisle of snacks. You’ve hit those things before too, full body weight, they barely budged; you were almost impressed with this man's destructive ability. Almost. You might have been if not for the fact you were the only employee who worked the night shift. Lonely, sleep deprived, you. Meaning this mess was all gunna have to be on you. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath-calming yourself before speaking to this green haired mess. 

“Oh my god! Are you okay?” You tried to sound concerned for him, but it had been a long night, like every other night this week. You were tired, and your voice was doing a shitty job of hiding it. Putting up this caring front was likely going to be the last good deed you did tonight. “I AM SO SORRY! I'll clean it up!” was the man's instant reply.  

“It's fine, don’t worry about it. It'll give me something to do.” you pause, a yawn escaping you “it's been a slow night anyways” You meant it. Yes, you might have originally been annoyed at him and you were a naturally angry person, but not an easy to anger one. You found it especially hard to be upset at this customer. Especially with that stupid guilty face he had on-and-and, was he tearing up?  

“No, really! I'll clean it up, it was my fault, please.” practically begging, already scrabbling to pick up a variety of chips, cookies, cards all scattered around the cold tile floor. 

You shrug, lean on the counter, hand on your cheek, you nod at the broom in the corner “well, if you insist” you smile.  

He stops, pressing the assortment of items to his chest. He looks surprised. Likely hadn't expected you to give in so easily. But you were tired; if this man wanted to do your job for you, so be it. You didn’t like fighting. This little staring contest was starting to drag. You lift an eyebrow at him, smile disappearing, and motion towards the broom again “do you not know how to use it or something?" That snaps him out of it.  

He jerks, almost ruining what little cleaning he had done. “NO! I mean, YES! Sorry. Yes. I-I do know how to broom. I mean SWEEP! Sweep. Sorry, sorry, it's been a long night.” damn, it sure looks like it. You hadn't noticed the dark circles until now, he looked like he hadn’t slept in a week. Exhausted.  

Eventually, after watching this poor guy work for a solid 5 minutes, you decided to take mercy on him and lend a hand-sure, he said he knew how to sweep but knowing how to do something and knowing how to do it right are two different things. If you didn’t help, you had a feeling you two would be here well into the next shift. No thank you.  

“By the way, you didn’t answer my question” you hadn't really made an attempt at conversation since the two of you began your clean up act, each occupied with their own designated section. The only thing filling the silence, the radio station on loop barely able to herd.  

Dropping the chips in his hand, startled, lost in thought. God, this man was a jumpy mess. And you thought you were anxious. “I’m Sorr-”  

“Stop apologizing”  

“Sorr-” he cuts himself off, another bashful smile, shoulders hunched up, trying to look smaller. Hilarious with how much presence this man took up in this empty store. 

“I don’t believe I heard your question” 

“When you first managed to topple half the store over, I asked if you were, okay?” You hadn't meant it then, but he had stayed and actually helped. Many people would have made an excuse after finding out that yes, you would like some help cleaning up THEIR mess. So yes, you wanted to know. “Are you okay?” 

“it's been a long night” he smiled at you; a small sad thing, like that explained it. You guess it did.  

Even if he had confided in you some dark horrible truth, what would you have said? You already hated it when people said anything but the socially appropriate ‘fine’, ‘good’, ‘great’. To your “How are you today!?” spiel.  

You ended up just giving him his stuff for free. A small part of you giving in to that memory of those teary eyes. Ramen noodles, a few dozen energy drinks, along with a handful of granola bars-the actual healthy ones, in other words, the gross ones- he argued about it for longer than necessary, you contemplated just taking back your charity but others would also describe you as stubborn, and you would be inclined to agree with this one. You won in the end, but not without the man offering you a ‘tip’ “I’m gunna pocket all of this” you told him, smirking. 

 “I was hoping you would,” soft smile, a contrast to your own expression. “and again, I am really sorry”  

You had rolled your eyes, good-naturedly “it's no problem really. I was falling asleep anyways. This got me up” you finally returned his kind smile.  

You thought that would be the last of your green-haired stranger. 

Part 2 Part 3

[baekhyuq]

“Get You Alone.” Baekhyun (m)

Chapter 5: Kitten ver.

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Single Dad!Bbh

Word count: 12k (Worth every word)

Mini Playlist:

As The World Falls Down - David Bowie

D (Half Moon) - DEAN

Day After Day - EXO

No matter - EXO

As The World Caves In - Matt Maltese

Fly Me To The Moon - Frank Sinatra

Summary: You meet your friend’s parent for the first time.

(I love this gif he's so cuddly and baby)

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Sighing out softly, your eyes opened to to see it was still dark outside. You glanced over at the clock on Baekhyun’s stand, 1:30 AM. You frowned, you were having trouble sleeping. You turned to see if you could make out Baekhyun in the dark. You saw his cute little nose first, then his closed eyes. He slept so peacefully, you didn’t want to bother him. His arms were around your waist, his head on the pillow you were supposed to be using alone. Of course he would be in your personal space because why not.

You smiled at his light snores, turning around in his arms. You brought your own arms around him, bringing him closer. Baekhyun jumped slightly, his eyes opening.

“Ah! Your hands.” He whispered his voice heavy with sleep.

You furrowed your brows, “I’m sorry. I didn’t notice they were cold.”

Baekhyun exhales slowly, still very tired. “Give them to me baby.” He takes your hands and blows on them for you. “I can’t believe how cold you get when im right here. The heater is on full blast and you’re still so cold?”

You shut your eyes listening to him speak, your hands warming up. “This is nice.” You hum happily.

Baekhyun opens his eyes to you, he can make out your cheeks and lips. “Why are you up so early?” He caresses your cheek with his hand gently. “Couldn’t sleep?”

With a nod of your head Baekhyun pouts, he holds your hands in his one comfortingly. “I dont know why.. I guess my body is just sore.”

“It’s okay, I’m up with you now. You don’t have to be lonely.” His words made your heart flutter, he was so caring and attentive even in the dead of night? When it’s 1 am and you’re supposed to be asleep, he’s worrying about you?

“Baekhyun..” You say in disbelief, you’ve never had someone so selfless in your life. You couldn’t say anything else, you just let your head rest against the crook of his neck. “Thank you.” You whispered.

Baekhyun smiled, rubbing your back. “You seem to be getting emotional a lot. Is there a reason?” He asks quietly, humming a slow tune to relax you.

“Ever since our date that night, I am always thinking about you. Whenever you do something so kind, or say something so caring to me.. I just get really emotional.” You’re surprised at yourself for actually saying it out loud and acknowledging it.

Baekhyun’s mind was running at a thousand miles per hour at your confession. “I-I feel that same feeling.” He begins. “When you’re around me, I feel like I could get into a million topics with you. When I see you just smile, it makes me feel like crying.” He closes his eyes, taking in your presence. “Even now, having a conversation like this makes my throat feel tight.”

You didn’t think Baekhyun felt that way, sure you knew you guys both liked each other. But you never knew how emotional Baekhyun found things to be.

“Baekhyun.” You whispered, leaning back to see his face in the dark.

“Yes Y/n?” He smiles as he sees your face, his eyes well adjusted to the dark.

“I love being with you.” You tried to push down the overwhelming feeling of adoration. “I want to always see your face when I wake up. I want to always be able to come to you when I feel sad. I want to always offer you my support whenever you need me.” You stopped yourself before you could go into a whole talk about how much you loved being around Baekhyun. “You’re just so caring and charming, you know exactly what to do to make me happy, or embarrassed.” You rolled your eyes. “I adore you.”

Baekhyun’s hand came up to the back of your head, petting your hair gently. “I’m so happy to be able to hear those words from you.” He placed a kiss on your forehead. “I wouldn’t want to be without you. Even when Soph comes back, I still want to see you. Everyday.” He sighs, realizing. “I know that’s almost impossible to do. But I will find a way to see your gorgeous face, each day.”

You giggle. “Baekhyun it’s okay, we’ll tell her once she’s back. She’ll have to accept our relationship, even if she doesn’t she’ll still have to see us some time. She’ll more than likely approve. Those are my bets.”

“I just hope you’re right.” He says sadly. “You’re this ethereal being, this innocent fair tale like love that I’ve never experienced before.”

“Love?” You questioned. You hadn’t heard him say it yet, it has to be too soon obviously. But you weren’t opposed to hearing it.

“Yes. You’re my love.” He rest his chin on top of your head, pulling your head to his chest. “And I’ll protect you, my innocent little deer.”

You laughed at how cheesy he sounded. “Is that why you called me Bambi?” You said curiously. You liked the nickname, it was cute and simple.

Baekhyun hummed, “Yes, precisely. Do you mind nicknames? I’ve meant to ask you.”

You shook your head. “Not at all. I like all the ones you call me. They make me feel all differently.”

He raised one of his eyebrows, though you couldn’t see. “What do you mean by differently?” He quizzed.

“I wouldn’t know how to describe it…” You trailed off to think for a moment. “Just know, between calling me Kitten and Bambi. I think Bambi is suitable for this setting. And Kitten is very much safe for sex.” You giggled, “But you have called me so many nicknames I can possibly name each feeling for every single one.”

Baekhyun chuckled, his chest vibrating from how deep it was. “What’s your favorite so far?”

“Sweetheart.”

“Oh?”

“It makes me feel appreciate and adored. I love when you say it so often, it gives me butterflies.” You confessed.

He could only take in your words, he didn’t think all his name calling had such an affect on you. You were always quiet or off thinking or telling him to shut up. He grinned at the thought, in such a short time together you have made memories. “I like calling you mine.” He whispered closing his eyes, he had become tired again.

“I like being yours.” You challenged. It caused Baekhyun to smile even wider.

“How about trying to go back to sleep, Hmm?” He rubbed your back once more. “I’ll keep you warm.” He pulled the blanket up over you both, pulling you tighter against him.

The morning came, and for what felt like the hundredth time you woke up in Baekhyun’s bed. You felt…desperate for him. You usually never woke up like some horny teen, but right now you were more than happy to please. You slowly turned, checking to see if Baekhyun was awake. His soft snores filled the room, his lips parted and eyes shut softly.

Angelic.

You grinned, you’ve thought about doing this to Baekhyun before. But you never had the guts, not until what happened last night. Him expressing his love for you made you feel more confident, more comfortable.

Sliding under the covers, you settle between Baekhyun’s thighs. Your hand resting on one as your other traces the outline of his length in his boxers. He was semi hard, twitching at your touch. Without hesitance you pulled him out, pumping him slowly with your hand. The precum leaking from the tip lubricating your hand.

You felt his thighs tense under your palm, you froze.

“Mmm.” He let out a quiet moan in his sleep, his hips bucking slightly before lying dormant. Your heart was in your throat, you didn’t want to get caught before you even started. You moved your hand again before finally taking him in your mouth.

“Nng—“ His strangled moan grunt gets caught in his throat. He stirs slightly in his sleep, his hips thrusting upwards. You almost gag as he hit’s the back of your throat, you feel the tears brim at your eyes. Pushing your hair from your face you take Baekhyun from your mouth, sliding your tongue along his shaft. He’s even bigger in your mouth.

“Y/n..” He sighs, you want to see the look on his face right now.

Without a warning—the covers are thrown back, revealing the sight you wanted to see.

Baekhyun’s head is lolled to one side, his eyes shut with furrowed brows and rosy cheeks. You’ve never seen him so submissive looking. You let your fingers brush across his abdomen, in reaction he sucks in a quick breath. You couldn’t help but to coo at the whine that followed shortly after it. Your thighs squeezed together, you were so horny you were going crazy.

You let saliva drip from your tongue onto his head, running down the side of his cock. You watched in amazement as you toyed with him. Counting how many places you could touch him to earn a sound of pleasure. How hadn’t he woken up by now? Surely he should be cold with the cover ripped off of him. You frowned, throwing the blanket back over your head. You’ll let him stay warm, sacrificing the handsome facial expressions you wouldn’t get to see now.

Your hand pumped him slowly to evoke another noise you hadn’t heard so often. A guttural noise emitted from his throat, it was so deep and animalistic you were wondering if you’d heard wrong.

“Y-Y/n.” You heard him say, you figured he was asleep until the covers were throw off of you. Sleepy eyes staring back at yours. “Y/n?” He called again brows furrowed at the pleasure he was receiving. “What made you—“ He was cut off by you taking him into your mouth once more.

“Ahh, fuck.”

His cursing was always attractive, now that he was awake he could speak to you. Tell you how good of a girl you were for pleasing him, tell you how good his kitten sucks his cock. You’re shocked at your own thoughts being so vulgar, was this man really evoking these thoughts from you?

“Kitten,” He tries to speak, “I didn’t think you would beat me to waking you up to like this.” His words make you grin, releasing him from your lips. He takes your chin between his fingers. “Come here.”

You listen, crawling your way toward the sleepy man. He brings your lips to his briefly, kissing you slowly before breaking away.

“How naughty of you to wake me up this way.” He whispers. “You must have been in a mood?” His hand slides down the curve of your back.

You nod, “I couldn’t help myself. Not when you were sleeping so peacefully next to me.” Your grin makes his stomach fill with butterflies, his abdomen muscles clenching. “Let me finish?” You ask, pumping him with your hand suggestively. He bites his lip, peering into your eyes.

“On one condition.” He challenges.

You tilt your head curiously.

“You swallow, like a good girl.” He pats your cheek with his palm, a smirk on his face. This was the man who had you weak in the knees at just the thought of him fucking you.

“Yes…sir.” You teased, watching as his jaw clenches at the word. You’ve never talked so much during sex before this, he was enjoying his fun.

Leaning back down you wrap your lips around his tip, he sucks in a breath in reaction. You want to giggle at how sensitive he is but you continue your journey to make him finish. Your hand pleases what your mouth can’t reach, sucking and hallowing your cheeks. You draw some of the most heavenly sounds from Baekhyun’s lips.

His hand comes up to brush your hair from your face, pulling it back for you. He looks past your head to find your ass high in the air, he feels like he could die right now. Your movements picked up as you felt Baekhyun’s muscles start to contract, his feet dug into the bed holding himself back from thrusting into your throat.

“Y/n.” He called, his voice controlled.

You looked up at him with those eyes from your position and he lost it.

“Deep throat me, now.” He commanded, tightening his grip on your hair.

Oh? Was this how he got when he was desperate? You listened like a good girl, taking him deeper in your mouth, his tip reaching the back of your throat. You held it there for a second before moving slowly teasing him. “Faster, Kitten.” Baekhyun’s voice said, “You won’t want me to do it for you.” His hold on your hair steered your eyes to look at him. “I promise.” The half lidded eyes were now dark with desire. The sight from down here was as pleasurable as his sight of you was to him. His tensing abdomen muscles, and his flexing biceps from how hard he was holding your hair. The clenched jaw and messy hair. It was all too much for you, you let out a whine around his cock, causing him to shudder.

Speeding up your movements, you tried to keep eye contact with him as your eyes watered. His brows pinched together, his lips parted as his moans started to drop an octave.

“Fuck—“ He threw his head back, the expanse of his neck on display for you. You wanted nothing more but to suck love marks onto his smooth skin. You wanted to kiss over his collarbones and call tell him how handsome he was.

You felt your thighs press together once more, Baekhyun’s leg was now between yours he could feel when your legs pressed together. He had been counting how many times you did so, but he lost count when your throat started swallowing around his cock.

“I—I’m going to” His doesn’t finish his words before he releases inside your mouth, most of it going down your throat instantly and swallowing as promised. You squeezed your eyes shut, lifting yourself from the mattress. Your arms were sore, your jaw even more sore.

“Aw—Kitty come here.” His tired eyes looked at your lust filled ones, he pulled you to straddle his lap, laying your head on his chest. “You did so well.” He pet your head.

You grinned at the praise, secretly you liked it. The whole power play thing, him rewarding you with words made your heart flutter.

His hand rest on the curve of your back, pulling the covers over you both. He scoot down slightly, laying down now with you to his chest.

“Back to sleep now, you wore me out.”

“I did that to wake you up…not go back to sleep.” You yawned.

Baekhyun chuckled, “You seem just as tired as me, hmm?” He teased with a grin, “Sleep, little one.”

There he goes again, another name to add to your book. Your cheeks were pink, thankfully not being seen by Baekhyun.

“I’ll be coming back today, I’m ready to be back in my own bed.” Sophia sighed over the phone.

“O-oh today?” You stuttered, clutching Baekhyun’s sheets to your chest. His arms around your waist as he still laid in bed tired.

“Yes! Aren’t you excited to see me again?” She said happily, “I dread going back to classes though, ugh.”

You shook your head, a small grin on your lips. “Of course I am, it’s been a week since we’ve seen each other.” You were excited to be reunited with your bestie, doing girly things.

“I’ll call you when I’m home, you should come over later.” Sophia suggested, if only she knew.

“Definitely, just text me.”

“Will do, see you later then.”

“Bye!” You said before the call ended. Your heart was pounding against your rib cage, your head turned to look at Baekhyun.

“Yes?” He felt your eyes on him, his eyes still closed sleepily.

You pouted, “Sophia said she’s coming home today.”

Baekhyun opened one eye at you, “Well, do you want me to stop her or something?” He joked, pinching your side. You rolled your eyes, grabbing his wrist to stop him.

“No, but I’m sad this is our last morning together.”

“Aww, Y/n you do have feelings.” Baekhyun cooed, pulling you down to his chest. “Dont worry Bambi, I’ll figure it out.” You let his hand smooth over your hair, holding you to his chest. Your eyes closed listening to his heartbeat.

“I trust you.”

“You never told me how you like your eggs?” Baekhyun asked as he flipped an egg, he gestured to you with the spatula. “Sunny side up?” He guessed. You smiled nodding, laughing when he told you how boring it was.

“How exciting could you make an egg?” You asked, watching his backside for the hundredth time. His waist looked so huggable, so small and perfect for wrapping your arms around. You contemplated just surprising him, standing from your chair as you rounded the island. Sneaking up on him you snaked your hands around his waist, holding him to your chest. He let out a surprised grunt, almost dropping hi spatula.

“Hey, this isn’t the last day you’ll see me you know.” He catches onto your clinginess right away. You were dreading telling your best friend that her father felt like your perfect match. That he was the one who made your heart flutter and put sparkles in your eyes. He was the one who moved the stars for you, a smile always on your lips when he was around. How would she take this, she had to see how sincere you would be. Sophia wasn’t someone who was cruel, you knew her heart.

“Bambi.” Baekhyun whispered, his voice low. His body was tense.

“Yes?”

“Could you please get your chest off my back, I might start thinking things right now.” He cleared his throat. You wanted to laugh at his words, he’s rarely like this. A flustered Baekhyun was hard to come by.

You pulled him tighter against your chest, “No, I just want to hold you.” You faked a pout, rubbing your hands over his abdomen. “Please.” You heard Baekhyun sigh, his chest rising and his muscles tensing over his stomach.

“Y/n,” He warned, grabbing your wrist. Turning around to face you he saw the mischievous smile. He pouted at you teasing him, pinching your cheek as punishment.

“Ok! Ok! I’ll get wrinkles if you do that.” You grabbed his wrist pleading. He chuckled, pinching your cheek once more before letting go.

“Go sit, I’ll bring your plate.” He shooed you off. Baekhyun talked about how he never knew how to cook until he started looking over Sophia. He changed completely after having custody over her, his way of living, learning house work and female problems. He learned it all. I

t’s a part what made Baekhyun so attractive to you. His ‘wife’ like duties he did, watching him cook or clean the house, take out the trash. It was all such mundane things, but when he did them it was cute and endearing.

“You know,” Baekhyun grinned swallowing his food before continuing. “Sometimes you’ll stare at me with a smile. And you’ll look like this happy little kid, it reminds me of when I would take Sophia to carnivals and win stuffed animals for her. You look happy, Y/n.”

Your lips were parted in awe, your brows furrowed slightly. Not in a concerned way, but in a way where you were frustrated with how cute Baekhyun was being. He always was saying some cheesy stuff and you were soaking it up.

“Baekhyun.”

“Yes.”

“You’re so…” You paused to think, looking over his face who was patiently waiting. His lips were in a small grin, his eyes small sleepy almost. The cute nose he adorned pink from how cold it was, even inside with all this heat.

“So..?” He asked, leaning back crossing his arms.

“So romantic.” You smiled when one of his brows went up in question.

“Please explain.”

“The way you speak sometimes, it’s so simple but your voice, your choice of words. The things you choose to bring up, I feel so intimate speaking with you, as if we’re constantly flirting.” Your words made Baekhyun’s stomach fill with butterflies, your explanation only fueling his pink nose matching his pink cheeks.

“Y/n—When I’m speaking with you, I feel like I’m talking to someone I have to share everything with. I like speaking to you intimately, on a different level of just ‘hello, how are you?” He uncrossed his arms, shaking his head in disbelief. How could you have caught him so off guard.

You took in his flustered state, reaching over to rest your hand on his knee. “It’s nice whenever we speak, there’s never a boring conversation.”

You both finished your meal, it was later in the morning when you began packing all your belongings back into your bag. But now without a permanent pout and Baekhyun not making it any better.

“No~” He said when you picked up your hair tie from his bedside table. “Leave it here… All of it.” The pout in his voice evident, his cute lips puffed out as he spoke.

“What will you even do with my hair tie?” You snorted, “You don’t have long enough hair.”

“I do.” He frowned. You walked over to him sitting on the bed, you stood between his legs. Taking his hair in your hands you wrapped the hair piece around it making a little ponytail. “Told you.” He laughed.

You rolled your eyes with a smile, it was amusing to see Baekhyun act childish sometimes. Especially in times like this when the mood is so down.

“This is my favorite one though, so It’s coming with me.” You put it back around your wrist.

“Well.. can you at least leave me this.” He held the small plush you had brought from your house because it brought you comfort.

Sighing, you knew this was hard for Baekhyun as well as you. Your newly found fondness for one another was beginning to bloom into something more, and right as it is you have to be separated.

“Okay..” You nodded, watching as a smile spread on Baekhyun’s face. “But.” You held up your finger as you walked to his closet pulling out the sweater he let you wear on your guy’s first date. “I take this with me.” You watch Baekhyun’s smile grow, he nodded.

“Deal.” Baekhyun adored seeing you in his clothes, he also loved seeing you without clothes. The thought quickly crossed his mind, exiting as soon as it came. You didn’t bother trying to stuff the huge sweater in your bag, opting to put it on instead.

“You look adorable.” Baekhyun’s eyes were on yours as his hands were in his lap, wrapped around the plush gently. The exchange was strange, you would admit that. “Why do you want that of all things?” You asked, sitting your full bag by the bedroom door.

Baekhyun shook his head, “It’s the only thing that would truly remind me of you I guess.”

Your heart ached at him looking down at the plushie in his lap, he looked happy. His messy hair looking soft, your hand reached out to rest on the back of his head lovingly. Your nails scratched his scalp gently, his eyes shutting at the sensation. “You give me goosebumps.” He admitted, turning his head to face you. You let your hair fall from his nape to between his shoulder, tilting your head at him.

“It felt that good?” You giggled, dragging your nail over the vein on his neck. He shivered, his brows pinching together.

“Yes, but—Agh! Your nails scarping against my skin gives me chills.” He whined, leaning away from your hand. “Stop~” Baekhyun’s shoulders shrugging your hand away. His whiny voice was so adorable, especially when it was in a situation like this when you were teasing him.

“Okay baby.” You teased, standing from the bed. Baekhyun’s eyes shot to yours as you stood up.

“W-what did you say?” He stuttered, trying to spit out his question.

“I said okay?” You raised a brow at him.

“No, after that.”

“Baby?”

Baekhyun smiled brightly, pulling you to stand between his legs as he embraced you.

“Woah—“ You yelped from the sudden movement, “What happened?” You wrapped your arms around him.

“You called me baby,” He chuckled. “You’ve never called me that before.” The smile that took over your face made your cheeks hurt, of course he was sentimental about some ‘little thing’ like this.

“Baby.” You called teasingly, causing his head to look up to you with those brown puppy eyes.

“Yes my love?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to see your cute reaction.” You pet your hand over his hair. You sighed, realization washing over you that you had to leave soon.

“Dont say it.” Baekhyun’s eyes darting between yours, “I could tell by your sigh.” His arms holding you tighter. “We’ll see each other though, it’s just hard seeing you go for now.” He laughed, he knew he was being childish about it. Somehow he just couldn’t help himself around you.

“Okay,” You pouted, your hand caressing his cheek.

“Its so funny.” Baekhyun began.

“Funny? What’s funny?”

“How you’re so shy in bed, but you do things like this.” He looked into your eyes, with a lopsided grin on his face. “You’re so cute.” Baekhyun leaned into your touch, watching as your cheeks grew red.

“And you manage to say something to embarrass me.” You pouted, his cheeks becoming full as he smiled even wider at your whining.

“Hey, I’m not saying it to embarrass you, I just enjoy teasing you.”

“I can tell, Baek.”

He hummed, letting his hands drop to your ass before giving it a squeeze. You jumped, smacking his shoulder as he stood. Baekhyun placed a kiss on your cheek before grabbing your hands and kissing them as well.

“I just enjoy seeing how red I can get you.” He whispered.

Rolling your eyes with a smile on your lips you walked to the door to grab your bag. “Can you grab the other one for me?”

Baekhyun nodded, following you to your car. He watched as you threw your bags in the back, turning to him with a pout on your face again.

“Hey, what did I tell you?” He said his hand on his hip. “We’re going to see each other again. Aren’t you coming over again later to see Soph?”

“I know…I’m just going to be bored.” You looked down at your feet as you confessed how much you enjoyed being around Baekhyun. He made your life seem fun, not so dull.

Baekhyun took a step toward you, his disapproving hand still on his hip. “Y/n.” He brought your eyes to his by lifting your head by your chin, he leaned in placing a kiss on your pouty lips. “Dont be so sad. I’m only a phone call away.” He smiled down at you.

You nodded before wrapping your arms around him in a goodbye. “I’ll see you later then.”

“Goodbye Bambi.” The grin didn’t leave his lips as he watched you drive down the road until your car disappeared. “Y/n you’re too cute.”

You stopped by a cafe on your way home, picking up a coffee and a cookie. It was the same cafe Baekhyun took you on your study date, you remembered the night. It was the sweetest date you had been on.

You took a bite out of your cookie, scrolling on your phone. A photo posted by Sophia a few hours ago popped up. It was her and a lady posing together on a log bench. Could this be her mother? She was beautiful, you could see some of the similarities in them. Even though she favored her father for the most part. You smiled at the picture before it dropped from your face.

You couldn’t take her place.

You knew starting a relationship with Baekhyun would confuse things with Sophia. But would you be a mother figure to her? Or still her best friend. It was gnawing at you, the though of how she’d react to your guy’s sudden interest in each other. Any normal person would be concerned, mad even.

You shut off your phone, finishing your cookie. “Oh—“ You heard, seeing a pair of black pants stand by your table. You looked up, seeing Baekhyun’s coworker peering down at you. What was his name again? Kyungwoo? No..Kyung?

“Oh, Hey, Kyungsoo?” You said his name as more of a question, unsure. He chuckled.

“Yes that’s my name, funny seeing you here. I dont see Baekhyun?”

“Oh he’s home. I was actually heading back to my place, I wanted to stop for some coffee.” You offered him a smile.

He nodded, looking around. “You know.” He gestured to the place, “Baekhyun designed this place.”

Your lips parted in shock, “Are you serious?” He nodded with a grin.

“Let me guess, he brought you here for a date already?”

“How’d you know?”

“He kept telling me you two went on a date, I knew he would’ve taken you here to show off.” He laughed, “That’s Baekhyun for you.”

You giggled, “It must be nice to enjoy something you designed, especially something like a cafe. This place is beautiful.”

“Baekhyun’s very talented, he just overworks himself a lot. He makes sure every detail is perfect before making it official.” Kyungsoo talked about his friend with a warm voice. “I won’t keep you any longer though, it was nice meeting you again.” He smiled.

“Oh, it’s not trouble. It’s nice meeting you again as well.” You nod politely.

Your smile didn’t leave your face as you drove home, or when you were tidying up your house. Baekhyun was truly a romantic guy, you were confused how he was single. Or how anyone could give him up. His mannerism, his words, his thoughts. They were all so careful, thoughtful, meditated.

Your smile grew as you hugged your pillow to your chest, was this what being in love felt like? You thought about him all the time, all his positive traits. How he treated you like he’s known you forever, being careful with you at the same time. It was heart warming picturing you guys in a relationship. You wanted to care for him, to let him relax and not over work himself. You wanted to cook a meal for him and watch him enjoy just being treated.

You phone rang and without hesitation you answered.

“Y/n!” Sophia said on the other side of the phone, “I’m finally back home.”

You could hear the smile on her face, it caused you to smile. “Yay! Now we can get back to our regular schedule.” You joked.

Sophia laughed taking a seat beside her dad on the sofa. “I’ve missed having service on my phone, I’ve been bored.”

“I would imagine you were going crazy there.”

“Yes, definitely. What are you up to? You sound so happy.” She points out.

Your smile only grew wider, thinking about Baekhyun made you so giddy. “I was just watching some tv, relaxing before we have to go back to classes in a few days.” You said. Sophia groaned in response.

“I’m not ready for mid terms, I know we’ve studied a bunch now but I’m so nervous.” “Dont be! You’ll pass them with no problem, we can study a bit more if it will make you feel better.” You offered.

“Yes, please. I need all the help.” She laughed, “Oh! Are you still coming over? We can just have a spa night, my dad can give us the luxury pampering we deserve.”

You raised an eyebrow, Baekhyun pampering you too? “Sure, I’ll still come over. What time should I be there?”

“Hmm, four-ish?” Sophia watched as her dad was staring at her with interest. He mouthed a question to her: Is that Y/n? Sophia nodded.

“I’ll be there!” You confirmed, “I’m going to go take a nap before then.”

“Ok, don’t sleep to hard you might not wake up.” Sophia laughed, Baekhyun’s ears perked up listening to the one sided conversation only hearing Sophia’s responses. “Make sure to bring a sweater! I know you get hot easily but it’s seriously cold outside.”

“I know I know, I’ve gotten better about wearing one these past few days.” You smiled, Sophia was a kind person. “I’ll see you then.”

“See you later!”

The call ended and Sophia sat her phone on the cushion. “So, what did you need to talk about?” She asked her dad who took his attention off the screen.

“Oh—well, I wanted to talk about…” He became nervous, he was going to bring up you two’s relationship but he couldn’t seem to find the right words to begin. “About midterms.” He lied. “You’re going to pass them with flying colors!” He smiled laughing nervously. Sophia smiled, “Thanks, I think Y/n being such a good friend is what is going to make me pass.” Sophia wrapped her arms over her middle, “She’s so kind, and giving.”

Baekhyun knew this from living with you for the past few days, he was seeing the Y/n that Sophia saw. He nodded at Sophia’s words, his hands laced together in his lap. “So what’s all this about a spa night?” He asked raising a brow at Sophia who giggled. “You know! How you used to do to me when I was younger. You would put a mask on my face while my feet were soaking. Then you would make a ‘alcoholic drink’ and pretend I was an adult.” She explained.

Baekhyun let out a laugh, “You always thought you were drunk after three sips. Even though it was grape juice.” Sophia punched her dads arm in embarrassment.

“Ugh, I was a child. You know what the placebo effect is.” She rolled her eyes, she missed the old times when she was younger.

“It was so funny to see you walk back to your room like you were dizzy, holding onto the wall and everything.” Baekhyun clutched his stomach as he doubled over laughing. The memories came flooding back.

“Anyways.” Sophia tried changing the subject. “What were you doing the week I was gone?” She asked curiously, she knew he had to been working.

“Nothing much really.” An entire god damn lie. “Just work, checking emails, having lunch with a friend.”

“Sounds exciting.”

“Yeah.” He snorts, “Hows your mom?” He asked timidly, folding his arms over his abdomen.

“She’s good, she seems to be feeling better these days. Her therapy has gone well, the cancer is almost gone.” Sophia’s voice dropped slightly, she never enjoyed talking about her mom with her father. She knew Baekhyun held some sort of resentment against her.

“That’s good.” Was all he said, he knew he had to be civil at least. Asking about her every time Sophia saw her was the only time he’d ask. He felt horrible she had cancer and underwent treatments. Even after all the horrible things she’s done he couldn’t wish that kind of harm upon her.

Sophia pressed her lips together, feeling awkward. “I’m going to go study for a bit, I’ll let you know when Y/n’s on the way.”

Baekhyun nodded, offering his daughter a smile as she left the living area. His mood felt down, thinking about his ex always was a downer. He pouted, pulling out his phone to see you as his lock screen. A picture he snapped of you eating breakfast one morning, you had a milk mustache and Baekhyun thought it was adorable. A small smile found it’s way on his lips remembering the moment. Of course you were the one thing to brighten his mood. He swiped to his messages, sending you a text. He thought maybe you’d be asleep by now, until he god a reply back. “Hi Byun.” You replied, looking at your phone. You were wrapped in a thick blanket, your heater on full blast with your phone up to your face. Baekhyun laughed, asking what you were doing.

“I’m trying to take a nap but it’s hard to when you’re not here.” Y/n pouted sending the text, she felt lonely in her bed it’s not even been a day since you two last slept together. Just being in his arms was enough for you.

Baekhyun covered his mouth with his hand to stop the smile that was about to adorn his lips. He shook his head before typing. “You have to sleep peacefully without me~”

Your pout turned into a frown, you seriously were doubting sleeping tonight because of the fact. “I don’t want to.”

“Okay brat.”

A grin replaced your pouting lips as you reread the text over again.

“Brat?”

“That’s what you are?” Baekhyun insisted. “Now go nap sleepy.”

You smiled, “Fine, you took my plush that I sleep with though.”

“I did? I’m sorry, I’ll give it back :(“ “No, keep it. I’ll just have you make it up to me.” You replied. Baekhyun raised a brow at your text, were you testing him? “Make it up to you? How do you think I should do that?”

“Buy me ice cream.”

“Of course that’s your request.” He laughed to himself, “Go to sleep little one, now.” He clicks off his phone, chucking it onto the couch.

Your alarm woke you up, your brows furrowing at the sound. Sitting up to stretch you shut off your phone, standing to get ready for you and Sophia’s girl night. You both hadn’t done something like this in a while, going out to get your nails done together, or getting facials. You both were just busy with school, or too tired.

“I’m on the way.” You texted Sophia as you started your car, turning the heat on. Your body shivered as it took a while for the car to blast warm. “Ok!” She replied.

You got another text, this time from Baekhyun.

“Drive safe. Make sure you turned everything off in your house.” You smiled at the text, you were sure you turned off everything. On the way to Sophia’s you picked up a nice bottle of wine, you knew drinking was something you rarely did. But tonight would be an exception.

Knocking on Baekhyun’s front door, he was the one to answer. He was just as you left him, messy hair with his glasses on. A warm sweater and his cute little bear slippers. Your heart swelled when you saw his smile.

“Hey.” He greeted.

“Hello again.” You giggled as he let you in, closing the door behind you.

He slapped your ass playfully as you walked in front of him. You turned around looking at him with wide eyes. “She’s still in her room.” He chuckled at your shocked expression. “Don’t worry. I’ll behave.” He said pulling you close to plant a kiss on your temple.

Sophia greeted you as she finally came to the living room, “Y/n!” She smiled brightly, running to hug you. Her tight embarrass made you smile.

“I missed you too.” Your giggle reaching her ear, you revealed the bottle of wine you brought. Baekhyun shook his head, face palming when Sophia could see him. Drunk Y/n was going to be a handful.

“Ooo! Good choice, I feel like getting drunk tonight.” Sophia winked, taking the bottle and sitting it on the counter of the island. “Come.” She beckoned you toward her room.

You followed, looking back at Baekhyun when Sophia wasn’t looking. He winked at you, his hands in his pockets casually as he walked away.

“So dad’s cooking tonight, I’m not sure what but he said he’d make something special.” She began as she plopped on her bed. “Do you want the pink headband or the red one?” She held up the two options, you grabbed the red one. “Good choice, now, we have three options for face masks. One is a clay mask, two is a sheet mask, and three is this stinky mask I haven’t used in forever.” Sophia laughed.

“I think I’ll pass on number three, how about clay masks?” You smiled laughing at her scrunched nose.

“Good good, lastly we have a nail color! Dad knows how to paint nails, I taught him when I was younger.” She showed you a selection of polish, you plucked the red bottle. “Oh? Red again? Is somebody in the mood or what?”

You snorted, hitting her shoulder. “Of course not, I just like the color red.” Your cheeks were slightly warm, you only figured out red was Baekhyun’s favorite color. Naturally you were subconsciously choosing the option.

Sophia clasped her hands together, “Alright! Girl’s night commence!”

“This smelled minty.” Baekhyun commented as he brushed the clay mask onto Sophia’s face.

“I know, it’s the one you bought me a few weeks ago.” She said. You sat on the opposite couch, your legs crossed as you watched Baekhyun’s hands.

“Alright, Y/n. Your turn.” Sophia called, getting up from her spot. You hesitantly got up, sitting where she just was. You felt awkward almost, who’s friend interacts with their friends dad this way?

Well who’s friend fucks their friend’s dad anyway?

Baekhyun gently applied the mask, being careful to keep his distance. He found you to be too cute with the red headband over your head. You looked adorable sitting so still holding you breath each time he got too close. He just wanted to kiss your lips, ignore every rational thought in his mind.

“Ok!” Sophia exclaimed, “Movie time.”

The two of you sat together, immersed in the movie Sophia picked. It was some old scary movie you hadn’t seen. Baekhyun left the room to give you two “girl time.” You could see the pout on his lips as he left to his office room.

“Want some?” Sophia asked offering you some popcorn. You reached over taking a few pieces, popping some in your mouth.

“I was thinking…” She began, chewing a mouth full of popcorn. How lady like. “What do you think about camping?” Her question made your ears perk up

“Camping? Hmm…” You tapped your chin, “I’ve never been camping properly, maybe like a tent in the back yard.”

She laughed shaking her head, “In your back yard? Y/n we have to go, dad has been talking about it for weeks now.” Sophia smiled.

You nodded, “Well, I guess it would be fun.”

“Of course! We should go this weekend before school. We can stay up all night—“

Sophia’s snores filled the air, you shook your head as her words from that night played back in your head. “We can stay up all night talking!”

You left her tent, zipping it close. You walked over to Baekhyun’s tent, zipping it open to enter. You saw him on his back, looking up through the clear tent’s roof. His eyes shifted toward your figure, crawling in his tent to sit beside him.

“Hey.” You whispered, a smile on your face.

“Well Hello.” He chuckled. “She must have fallen asleep, she never stays up late.” Baekhyun smiled, turning on his side to face you. His dewy cheeks and fluffy hair made your heart warm. Of course he looked so charming in this moment.

You giggled, reaching over to caress his cheek. “I just wanted to see you before I went to sleep.” Your hand began to fall back to your side before Baekhyun’s hand caught it, leaning into your touch.

“I’m happy you did, I wanted to see you as well.” His handsome smile displayed over his lips, his eyes peering into yours.

“Goodnight, Baekhyun.” You felt hot all of a sudden, having all his attention on you in such a closed space. You moved to leave, but Baekhyun’s hold on your wrist held you back. “Yes?” You turned your attention to him.

“Don’t leave, stay for a while. I’ll wake you up early so you can go back to your tent.” Baekhyun pouted, tilting his head at you.

You sighed, looking at him with a stern look. “Baekhyun you know what I said before we came here.”

He let out a whine, “But Y/n—“

“No but’s, you promised me. Remember?” You were referring to when you told Baekhyun you two would have to act normal on the trip. You weren’t ready to confess to Sophia yet, your gut feeling telling you to wait.

Baekhyun sighed looking down at your lap. His hand slide from your wrist to your hand, caressing it gently. “Okay.” He looked back up at you, “I’ll be good.” He leaned up to whisper in your ear. “For you.”

You hardly slept last night, tossing and turning from the lack of warmth. Your personal body heater in the next tent over put a frown on your lips. You wanted to curse Baekhyun for being so warm and addictive. You felt lonely in your giant sleeping bag waking up, your bones popping once you stretched. You felt the air hit your face as you unzipped your tent. You saw Baekhyun by the fire, sipping from a coffee cup. His messy hair and giant sweater made him look so cozy, let a lot being ride beside a campfire.

You walked closer, looking over at Sophia’s tent to see she was still asleep. Letting your hands cover his eyes you giggled when you heard the small gasp leave his lips.

“Y/n.” He whined quietly, pulling your hand from his face. You leaned over to kiss his cheek.

“Good morning.” The smile on your face brightened Baekhyun’s mood. He woke up a bit cranky from not being able to hold you all night. His arms empty and his tummy cold, he didn’t have anything to hold to his chest and rest his chin on.

“Now it is.” He chuckled, pulling you to sit beside him. He wrapped the blanket his had over his shoulders around you as well. You scooted closer, wrapping your arms around his side.

“I couldn’t sleep last night.” You continued to whisper, unsure when Sophia would wake up.

“Me either…” Baekhyun frowned, he rubbed your shoulder with his thumb. “I got cold.”

You cooed at him, scrubbing his chin. Baekhyun basked in your attention and touch.

“Don’t worry, Baek.” You giggled, “It won’t be too long.” Reassuring him only made him pout, resting his head on top of yours. You grinned at the contact, it wouldn’t be much sooner but you were still worried. The timing had to be right to tell Sophia.

You heard rustling from the tent beside you both, you scurried away from Baekhyun sitting on the log across from him.

“Morning.” Sophia yawned as she stood from her tent stretching. “It’s so cold out here.”

“Good morning.” You and Baekhyun said in unison, sharing a look before you held in a laugh. Sophia sat by Baekhyun, sneaking into the blanket he was holding around him.

“So!” She said smiling. “How about hiking today?” Baekhyun shook his head.

“As long as you didn’t forget to bring your gloves, your fingers will get cold.” He scolded sipping from his cup.

“Yeah, I actually did this time. Let’s take the same trail since we didn’t finish it last year.” Sophia sniffed, her nose began to run from the cold. “God it’s so cold.” She stuck her hands closer to the fire. “Y/n how are you only wearing that?” She exclaimed.

You were wearing one of your long sweaters and a pair of leggings. You were a bit cold but not too bad. “I’m not freezing, yet.” You giggled, wrapping your arms around yourself. “I could use a shower though.” The sigh left your lips wasn’t missed by Baekhyun.

“There’s a hot springs near by, we could all clean up tonight after hiking.” Baekhyun explained, “It’s usually empty at night, a lot of people come to this spot this time of year. But they’re never out after dark…” He trailed off

Sophia groaned. “Don’t even say it.”

“Because of the monsters in the woods.” He continued ominously, trying to scare Sophia. He broke out in a laugh when she pushed his shoulder standing from the log.

“Anyways! We should eat and set out to the trail!” She chirped.

You didn’t pack a pair of gloves, luckily Baekhyun had an extra pair to lend you. You were wrapped in one of your huge snow coats, two pairs of fuzzy socks and thick boots. You were not about to freeze.

“This view is gorgeous.” You whispered as you three hiked further up the mountain. Sophia was leading the way talking about random stories.

“Not as gorgeous as you.” Baekhyun whispered passing you, his hand running along your waist. Your cheeks blushed, his sudden comment and smirk flustering you. You followed behind, the crunch of the snow under your boots becoming numbing. Sophia stopped, her hands on her hips as she stood before the edge of a cliff.

“This is a sight, be careful though.” She turned her head to smile at you. “Come.”

You walked hesitantly, you were afraid of heights. You looked for a second before running away from the edge back to Baekhyun running into his arms.

“U-Uh.” Baekhyun stuttered with wide eyes, laughing it off. “Did that scare you Y/n?”

Sophia laughed, walking from the edge to pat your back. “If you were scared you didn’t have to look.”

You pouted, the adrenaline causing you to feel dizzy. “I hate heights.” You realized you were holding onto Baekhyun before you cleared your throat and stepped away. “Sorry.”

Sophia treaded on, leading you two to another location. “Are you guys getting thirsty?” Baekhyun asked, sliding off the backpack from his back. Sophia nodded, you only stood there unable to answer. You were feeling tired, you felt as if you were sweating but felt so cold at the same time.

“Here,” Sophia handed you a cup of a hot liquid. “Hot chocolate.” You accepted it, bringing the cup up to your lips to chug the whole cup. You felt a little better, maybe you were just thirsty?

Baekhyun looked over, observing your swaying body as you took short steps to lean against a tree. His brows furrowed, walking over to you.

“Y/n?” He called. Your head turned to his voice, your eyes were tired. He noticed the sweat gathered on your forehead along with your pink nose and cheeks. “Are you alright?” Baekhyun tilted his head, “Here, have mine too.”

You took the cup, but somehow you felt too tired to drink it. Baekhyun lifted your hands for you, tilting your head back to help you. You swallowed the warm drink, but still felt so dizzy.

“I’m okay.” You assured him, “Sophia’s looking.” Baekhyun turned as you whispered to him, nodding.

“Just tell me when somethings wrong.”

You three continued up the path, the further you went the worse you felt. You were sweating even more, your breathing felt labored and your foot steps grew heavier.

“B-Baekhyun.” You felt your knees give out and you fell to the ground on your hands and knees.

Sophia was the one to turn around first, rushing to your side. “Y/n! Are you alright?” She searched your face, seeing the sweat over your neck. “Oh my god, you’re burning up.” She unbuttoned your jacket, taking it off your torso. “We should turn back around and get back to the camp.” Sophia sounded so sad.

“N-no, let’s get to the cabin.”

“But you can’t even stand Y/n.” Sophia rubbed your shoulder, “You can’t push yourself.”

“I’ll carry her.” Baekhyun offered. Inside Baekhyun was yelling at himself, he should’ve known something was wrong earlier. He wanted to apologize a million times, but now wasn’t the time with Sophia here. His heart ached seeing you on the ground for longer than needed.

Sophia nodded, “The cabin is closer, can you carry her there?’

“Here, help her up.” He crouched in front of you, holding his hands behind him to catch your weak body as Sophia helped you stand. Your cheek rested on Baekhyun’s shoulder, your arms loosely wrapped around him. His hands hooked under your legs to hold you up.

“Can you carry my backpack?” He asked Sophia who nodded, “Let’s hurry.”

“I’ll walk ahead to see if someone can help.” Sophia stated before running further before you and Baekhyun.

“Y/n.” Baekhyun cooed when Sophia was out of ear shot. “I’m so sorry. I should have known you weren’t well.”

“How could you have possibly…” You stoped to inhale, “Possibly known I would collapse.”

He frowned, looking ahead. “But I feel so horrible, I’ve never seen you like this. I was so scared.”

Baekhyun’s voice was vulnerable.

“It’s okay Baek.” You rubbed his chest, “Don’t think about it, you’re saving me now.”

He let a small smile take over his face.

“My Prince Charming.” You rubbed the top of his head. “I’m so sleepy.” You yawned, “I think im going to sleep…” Your words trailed off.

To Baekhyun’s shock your body went limp, had you passed out? He tried to hurry up the mountain, reaching the cabin in a rush. Baekhyun found Sophia talking to the owner of the place explaining their situation.

“Oh my, please bring her this way.” The older woman said once she saw your sweaty face and red cheeks.

“She can rest here till she wakes up.” She shook her head, “Poor girl, she probably was dehydrated or sleep deprived.”

Baekhyuns mind went back to your words this morning. “I couldn’t sleep last night.” Did you toss and turn the entire night because he wasn’t by your side? His heart sank at the thought, you couldn’t lose sleep over this factor.

“Are you alright?” Sophia asked coming closer to sit by Baekhyun who pulled up a chair by the bed you rested in.

Baekhyun cleared his throat, looking from you to Sophia. “Y-yeah.”

Sophia raised a brow at her father. “Somethings up, did something happen between you two?” She asked.

Baekhyuns heart pounded, did she know? There was no way she knew when you two haven’t been obvious around her. “No—“

“Dad, I know.”

His eyes widened. “I know she’s your favorite friend of mine, but she’ll be okay. Dont worry too much, we’ll all have snores when she’s better.” Sophia smiled.

Baekhyun exhaled quietly, the sudden shock leaving his body. “Y-yes. She’ll be alright.”

You woke up in a warm room under a thick blanket, you looked around seeing Baekhyun’s arms crossed over his chest as he stared down at the bed.

“Baekhyun.” You called, your hand reaching for him. You felt like a child in the moment, wanting to hold him and be near him so badly. You just felt so dumb and helpless for letting yourself collapse.

He looked over, with worried eyes. “Y/n.” He whispered looking down at your hand emerging under the blanket before holding it with both his hands.

“Where is Soph?” You asked, letting your head rest against the pillow.

“She went to order lunch for us. We’ve been here for a bit, but dont worry.” He smiled down at you, “The lady that owns this establishment is very kind, she’s letting you rest till you’re okay.”

“That’s so nice of her.” You pouted, “I feel bad, I should’ve said something earlier. I’m sorry for ruining the hike up here.”

“Don’t blame yourself too much, we all push ourselves too far sometimes.” He rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand comfortingly. “Sometimes it results in a lesson.”

“Thank you..” You looked away from him in embarrassment. “For carrying me here.”

“Hmm, I believe you referred to me as your Prince Charming?” He teased giving you one of his bright smiles as he laughed.

“I don’t recall such words coming from my mouth Byun.” Ignoring the whole ordeal together seems to get another laugh out of Baekhyun.

“Yeah, yeah.” He shook his head, “ You owe me.” He stuck his tongue out at you, you knew he was joking.

The door opened suddenly, Sophia entering with a tray of bowls. “I hope you guys like soup—“ Her words were cut off by the sight of you two holding hands. “You guys alright? Did something happen?”

Baekhyun looks down at your guy’s hands before he looks back at Sophia. “I was just seeing if she was cold.”

Sophia nods before smiling, “Alright! We’re having warm vegetable soup. The nice grandma cooked this especially for us.” She sat the tray down then proceeded to give you two bowls of hot soup.

“This smells so good.” You groaned. Bringing a spoonful to your mouth you moaned loudly. “Oh my god.” Baekhyun side eyed you, your noises testing his patience once again.

Sophia agreed clapping her hands together happily. “She let me help her cook this, she was talking the whole time about how many people have visited today.” “Wow, that’s nice of you Soph.” Baekhyun smiled at his daughter. “She probably could use the help, I haven’t seen any other staff.”

“She has a grandson working with her…” Sophia said shyly, you noticed her cheeks tinge pink.

“Oh?” You said with a tilt of your head, “A grandson hmm? Is he around your age?”

“Y-yeah. He helped us cook as well, he was talking to me about..” Her words trailed off as a smile was brought to her face.

You cooed at her dopey expression. “Sophia has a crush.” You teased.

Baekhyuns brows furrowed looking from you to Sophia. “Who is this boy?” He questioned defensively. You noticed it right away, Baekhyun was one of those dads. Not on your watch.

“His names Sungwoo.” She held her cheeks as she gushed over just his name.

“I can’t believe it!” You gushed with her, mimicking her actions. “You like him hmm?”

Sophia nodded with a smile. “He’s really nice.. he gave me his number.”

“How forward.” Baekhyun grumbles. You scoff, as if he’s one to speak about forwardness. The first night you two met replaying in your head.

“I think it’s cute, I say go for it. You’re young.”

“I think you should block him.” Baekhyun commented. “Who knows what he wants.”

“It’s not like that.” You and Sophia both said in unison.

Baekhyun grumbled something else incoherent before finishing his meal.

“Were you hungry?” You asked slyly, he most likely ate fast so you three could leave. He looks at you with a glare almost, but it softens at your playful smile. He couldn’t argue with you but he was upset about Sophia being interested in some boy. He rolls his eyes, he was wrapped around your finger and you knew it.

The hike back down the mountain wasn’t as hard as going up, you felt better but you wanted to wash up desperately.

“The hot spring’s empty! We can take turns bathing, I’ll go first if you guys don’t mind. Sungwoo wants to meet for a walk.” Sophia giggled as she skipped away toward the hot springs.

You looked from Sophias disappearing figure to Baekhyun. His eyes were on yours, his head tilted curiously.

“Hm?” You asked tilting your head to mimic him.

Baekhyun smiled, “You just look so pretty.” His simple compliment made your stomach fill with butterflies.

“What do you want.” You crossed your arms, he had to be sweet talking you for some reason.

“You, specifically.” He pouted.

“No Baekhyun.” You pointed at him, “Don’t try to coax me. Because it’s so hard to say no.” You stood from the bean bag chair to distance yourself. You knew if he touched you just once you’d fold and say yes a million times.

Baekhyun laughed loudly, “Aww, but Y/n. We’re all alone, I miss you.” “Baekhyun I’m literally right here.” You rolled your eyes at his attempt. “You’re not very convincing.” You teased.

Baekhyun pouted till Sophia came back, in a new set a clothes from washing. The sun had set and the moon was bright enough to light up practically everything. “Oh my god, the hot springs was amazing. But I gotta go. I’ll see you guys later.” Sophia winked at you and waved to her father who sat with a permanent pout. You giggled as she scurried off before Baekhyun could say anything.

“Well, I’m going to wash up. I feel so gross.” You sighed picking up your change of clothes.

“Be careful~” He waved as your figure disappeared.

You stripped, quickly stepping into the hot water. Goosebumps covered your skin at the difference in temperature. You covered your chest as you entered submerging ourself fully. You relaxed, closing your eyes as your arms swirled in the water. Your mind replayed the events of today, you felt horrible. If you would’ve spoke up none of it would happened. But then Sophia wouldn’t have met that guy she seems interested in.

Maybe you were the worlds best wing man? You giggled to yourself as you washed up in the hot water. Steam rose off the surface and into the cold air. You would sigh every time your body reentered the water, it warming your whole body.

You yelped hearing a twig snap, turning toward the sound.

“Y/n?” Baekhyun called, he smiled at your arms covering your breasts. The water rippling around you as you turned to look at him.

“W-what are you doing here? What if Sophia—“

“She’s not back yet, my love.” He says, walking toward the water until it reaches his waist. “Oh..” You looked down at the reflection of the sky in the water, the moon shinning brightly. Baekhyun thought you looked gorgeous, the moonlight shinning over your back’s delicate skin. The water droplets rolling down your body.

He grinned, tilting his head. “Y/n.” He called once more, you lifted your head turning to look at him. He curled his finger under your chin, bringing your lips to his. You felt him smile into the kiss as he pressed his chest against your back. Your cheeks became warm, his beating heart thumping against your shoulder blade. He pulled back, resting his chin on your shoulder. His arms wrapped around your waist, clasping in front of you.

“This is pretty romantic.” He commented, “I’d love to make love to you under the moonlight like this, you look so beautiful.”

His words make your lips spread into a smile, covering your face with your hand flustered. “Stop.” Your tone told him you were embarrassed. He chuckled, the deep vibration tingling your back. You turned around in his arms, the moonlight hitting his every feature.

“You look as charming as ever.” You complimented, wrapping your arms around his neck. He leaned down with a smile to peck your nose.

“The moonlight is just so bright tonight.” He comments, looking up in the sky. You join him, your eyes finding the black sky littered with stars and the very full, bright moon. You felt Baekhyun’s thumb rub circles on your lower back.

He looked at your dazed expression as you admired the night sky, your curious eyes looking as mesmerizing as ever.

He thought this was the perfect moment.

“Y/n?”

Your eyes drifted to his, a grin on your lips. “Hmm?”

“Will you be mine?”

You blinked a few times, unsure if he was asking you the question you thought he was. “B-Baekhyun.” You stuttered, your cheeks red from the sudden pressure.

“Well?” He chuckled at your wordless reply.

“Yes.” You said, “A thousand times yes.” You pulled him down kissing him deeply. Your heart was beating out of your chest, you were sure he could feel it.

He smiled against your lips, cupping your cheek as you both pulled away. “So it’s official now.” He whispered to you only, “I can’t even believe I can say you’re mine.” Baekhyun shook his head, his eyes became glossy. “Is this not a dream?” He leaned down to kiss you once, pulling back to still see you were very much real.

You caressed his cheek lovingly. “This is reality.”

“So it’s you.” He calls, “You’re the one?” Baekhyun’s question slightly confuses you.

You tilt your head in question. “You’re the one I worship and adore.” His eyes are sparkling, you saw the stars in them as you looked closer.

“Baekhyun.”

“Yes, my love.”

“You’re making it hard to not fuck you.” Your words made Baekhyun chuckle, he knew you wanted to stay away from the activity while you guys were camping.

“But, I don’t want to fuck you.” He poked out his bottom lip. “I wan’t to make love to you.” His hand rubbed your hip comfortingly.

“But..”

“Mhm.” Baekhyun slid his hand down further, reaching your clit. You gasped your brows furrowing instantly.

“Baek.“

“Kitten?” He answered. And there it was, that damned nickname. He chuckles, leaning by your ear. “Even though I call you such a pet name, I’m the one with a collar around my neck.” His words made your thighs squeeze together. He wasn’t wrong, he was very leading and dominant in bed. But contrasting that side, Baekhyun would do any and everything for you. Serving you as if he were your pet, you were the collar on his neck.

“I like the sound of that.” Your lips grazed his neck that was so close. “I really want to leave marks over you.” Your confession made Baekhyun’s stomach burst with butterflies. “Your skin is so pretty and flawless. Such a pretty color.” Your hand ran down his abdomen till it brushed over his cock.

“I know I said we weren’t going to do this on this trip. But—“ You were cut off by Baekhyun pinching your clit. “But you make it so hard to say no.”

Baekhyun smiled onto your skin, placing a kiss on your shoulder. “You’re irresistible. I’m sorry, I can’t keep my hands off of you. And then all of a sudden I can get you alone, I can only thank god for the moment.”

You giggled shaking your head, “You’re charming aren’t you?”

“If you say so kitten.”

“Hmm, okay puppy.”

“Puppy?”

“You have a collar, you’re my puppy.” You argued.

“I think you’re so cute.”

“Enough talking.” You joked as you kissed over his neck, stroking him gently. Baekhyun’s eyes shut as his forehead rested on your shoulder.

His finger slowly continued it’s ministrations on your clit, stuttering your movements. “I can’t—“

“Yes you can.” He said lowly, his finger pressing harder in your folds. “Your thighs are so thick I can barely fit my hand in there.” He chuckles. “I would prefer them around my head if we’re completely honest.”

Your kitty clenched at the though, his words sending shivers down your spine. “Sit on your face?”

“Yes, Kitty.” Baekhyun pulled back to see your flustered face. “I think we should head back, someone might see us. Even though, seeing you in the moonlight like this seems so surreal.”

His flirting was honestly so endearing, he never quit trying to pull you. Even if he officially had you all now.

“Let’s go.”

You let your thighs rest on either side of Baekhyun’s head as you hovered over his waiting lips. You were nervous but so ready at the same time. You knew Baekhyun had such a skilled tongue already.

“Sit.” He commanded, spanking your ass. You yelped jolting up, “Down.” He added with a chuckle, guiding your hips to his tongue.

“F-fuck.” You stuttered, matching your hips as you felt sensitive to his mouth. Baekhyun listened to all the sounds you made as he pleased you. Every small gasp or loud moan you let out, all traveled to his ears. He closed his eyes in ecstasy as you grinned against his face slightly. He couldn’t contain the grunts that were escaping his mouth only to be muffled. He felt himself getting extremely hard, at the bare thought of how wet you were made his cock twitch.

“Puppy..” You moaned as his tongue lapped at your clit expertly, your hands entangled in his hair, pulling the strands when he made you feel too sensitive.

Baekhyun thought the nickname was cute, precious even, such a suitable nickname for the one you had on a leash. He couldn’t think about anything else but making you feel good. He craved the result of you being breathless after he fucked you till orgasm. It was a treat for him.

Baekhyun’s hand spanked you, earning a surprised moan. He loved that specific noise, it was so raw and in the moment.

You called Baekhyuns name as you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm. But he held your hips still, pulling back resting his head on the pillow.

“Get on your back, kitten.”

You didn’t question his command, quickly following his words. Baekhyun peered down at your body, letting his hand travel over your collarbones down to your breasts. He teased one of them, pinching you playfully to get a noise out of you. Your hands shot up to shield your chest as he pinched you once more. His eyes shifted to yours, curiously. You pouted shaking your head. “Okay, my love.” He smiled, leaning down to kiss your head. His hand trailed down to your sex brushing over it slightly before traveling down your thigh. He sat between your thighs, wrapping them around his waist as he asked for permission to fuck you.

You nodded shyly.

He didn’t hesitate, slowly sliding himself in. Baekhyun felt himself bottom out, the sensation made your toes curl. “Hmm? That felt good?” He teased, moving slowly. Baekhyun’s hips rolled into yours slowly, he knew how you liked it by now. Your arms relaxed above your head, causing Baekhyun to look up at them. He reached up, holding them down.

“I do like having this sense of control, sometimes it feels like you’re inviting me to take it.”

You didn’t know how to respond, his words rendering you speechless as usual. “I-I—“

“You’re begging for me to.” He cooed down at your stuttering form. He let his hand rest over your tummy. “I’m right here, baby can you feel that?”

You moaned at his words, he was dirty talking you so often it made you forget this was a normal conversation. “Baekhyun, fuck me.” You commanded with furrowed brows. You were concentrated on his thumb rubbing circles in your folds.

“As you wish, Kitty.”

Baekhyun leaned down to kiss your temple as his hips sped up. You felt the familiar feeling from earlier return as he did. You knew you wouldn’t be able to last long.

You heard a twig snap and the crunch of leaves. You both froze.

“I’m back!” Sophia’s voice announced.

You looked at Baekhyun with wide eyes.

Her footsteps passed the tent over to her own. “Guess they’re both knocked out.”

You let out the breath you were holding when you heard her tent zip up. You were lucky the tents were distances away you couldn’t hear talking in the next tent over.

“Baekhyun.” You whispered still nervous.

He looked down and saw the scared look displayed on your face. He found it amusing. “Just keep quiet.” He put his finger up to his lips. Your eyes widened. Was he really about to finish this?

Baekhyun rolled his hips into yours, earning a quiet moan from you. He furrowed his brows before clamping hand over your mouth as he leaned down to whisper to you. “We have to play the quiet game, okay Kitten?”

You nodded, unable to do anything else. He picked up speed, his cock pounding into you as you tried to contain every moan anting to escape through your lips. Baekhyun’s hand muffled any that came out, He kissed your neck adding to your pleasure to get you off at least. If anything, he wanted you to orgasm. Mainly so he could watch your body twitch when he touched it in it’s sensitive state. Your thighs squeezed his waist as his hips grinding into yours had you on the edge of your orgasm. Your eyes rolled back and your jaw went slack as you felt it roll over you like a tidal wave. Baekhyun clamped his hand down as your muffled moans tried to escape. His hips still rolling into yours, your body started jerking away from Baekhyun.

“Baek—“ Your call of his name muffled by his hand. He kissed your temple as he chuckled.

Baekhyun pulled himself out carefully, laying beside you. He exhaled tiredly.

“But you didn’t…” You put your hand on his chest.

“Don’t worry about me, I just wanted to see you orgasm.” He placed his hand over yours, looking at you with tired eyes. “Let’s sleep, hm?”

You pouted, looking down at his painfully hard erection. There was no way he would be able to sleep. You looked at him once more before laying on your side with your back against him.

“Cuddle me.” You whined. He chuckled before obliging, wrapping his arm around your waist with your back against his chest.

You stuck your hand behind you, finding his erection and guiding it to your folds before letting it rest there. Baekhyun hisses quietly, his hips bucking into them.

“Fuck Y/n.” He whispered, “You’re so warm though.” Baekhyun couldn’t help but to sigh and give in, getting off on his cock rubbing between your lips.

You moaned quietly, this felt quite nice for you as well. His tip of his head rubbing your clit as you arched your back for him.

His hand gripped your hip, pulling you to meet his hips harshly. He moaned at the warmth of your cunt, he couldn’t believe you existed. Baekhyun’s hand traveled up to grope your breast, pinching your nipple lightly.

Your hips were meeting his when he thrusted, your thighs making sure he didn’t slip out. His dick was hard and the perfect size to lay right up against your clit.

You felt another orgasm coming on, as Baekhyun chased his first one he was on the edge of. He harshly gripped your hips, his animalistic instinct taking over as he bucked into your warm folds repeatedly. He felt himself orgasm intensely, leaking all over your clit. You fucked yourself on his pulsating cock as he finished, hearing the squelching sound of his cum all over your cunt. The sound was what made you orgasm another time, your hips pausing and thighs clenching together. You couldn’t hold yourself up any longer, collapsing against the pillow.

“God damn you, Y/n.” Baekhyun chuckled as his dick stayed between your legs, you didn’t bother taking it out.

“Leave it, it’s comfortable.

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[burnedbyshoto]

for want of a bento box

– It’s plain and simple, you see, someone is stealing your bento boxes and you will find your lunch thief! Or, in which Todoroki Shouto keeps taking your bento box and you declare war. 

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pairing: todoroki shouto x reader

warnings: fluff, cursing, shouto is a bad chef, I believe I made reader pretty gender neutral but I whipped this out in two hours and I can no longer remember if I used any fem!pronouns but im pretty sure I didn’t

word count: 3,060

a/n: this is for the wonder coworker bnharem collab! I had intended on writing a completely different theme and storyline but was very overwhelmed by how much time it actually needed to be written compared to the amount of time I actually had. that version will be out another time! but for now, enjoy some pure flufffffff!!!!

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Having a normal, functioning, well-paying job was probably the most desirable thing to you. It wasn’t to say that you were slacking or that you were homeless, broke, and never to be seen again because you were that in debt. But it was nice having a job!

When you entered the prestigious Toshinori Company, you joined not as an entry-level job employee but as a senior representative. You thought it was crazy.

It had to be crazy.

You had no prior experience, and now you were going to be in charge and the lead in certain areas?!

“And that was the entire layout of the office!” Mina chirped happily, throwing herself onto the desk chair across from yours with a big smile. “Any questions?”

“I don’t think so,” you mutter, brows creased as you look around the room again. 

The office space was ample, sleek, open. Each desk has its own grand computer that you currently could not afford with your own money, comfortable chairs, and beautiful wood desks. It was elegant, far superiorly fancy, and yet, you didn’t feel out of place. Strange.

“Oh!” you say with a roll of your eyes as you reach below your desk to bring up your packed lunch. “Where was the break room again? I need to refrigerate my food!”

“Omg, of course, come this way!” Mina grins, standing up and motioning you to follow her. You smile gratefully and do. 

The entire way to the office, Mina takes the time to point at the many different people on the floor and give them names. Everyone so far had sort of acknowledged you earlier as Mina was giving you the official tour. Some were much more open and friendly, and some had sneers or blank stares that left you dumbstruck. 

Definitely a personable group.

“Hm, well, I guess Todoroki-kun isn’t here today?” Mina mutters as you enter the break room that has couches and comfortable-looking chairs. “Such a shame! You would have loved to see the office hottie!”

You snort at that, lips curled into a granulous smile as you place your plastic container with food into the fridge. “I’m sure I’ll live,” you brush off the fact that there was an absent person on your floor today.

“That’s the thing, though,” Mina points a finger at you, a lone eyebrow raised and a confident smirk on her face. “You won’t be thinking that again the moment you see him!”

You laugh, eyes crinkling as Mina joins your laughter. Eventually, she motions for the both of you to leave, and you nod in understanding. And with a weird sense of comfort and belonging, you realized that this job was going to be good. 

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Eventually, you had been working at Toshinori Company for two months.

Sixty-two days to be precise, and in all that time, you had only met Todoroki Shouto once. Even then, you had only seen the man walking through the office with a blank face, fingers in his pockets as two other men were walking in front of him, bickering lightly.

Had Mina not quite literally thrown herself across the table and gripped the collar of your shirt and twisted your head to look at him, you would have never caught a glimpse at the man with red and white hair. The three of them walked into the break room and came back out with their own lunches before leaving.

And that was it.

You had learned that the three of them (Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, and Bakugou Katsuki) were within your department but worked very closely with the very high up members within the company. Many rumors pointed at one of the three taking over the company when the current CEO stepped down. They were, however, on the roster for your floor; they just never appeared except to pick up their lunches. Something they seemed to come to grab whenever you were a) way too fucking busy or b) not in the room.

You weren’t too bothered, though.

It wasn’t like you were trying to date one of them! You had only wanted to say hi.

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Now, at ninety days, you had your first and probably most crucial evaluation. 

Toshinori Yagi, the man who founded and currently ran this company, sat before you, looking at papers within a folder with tired but kind blue eyes. He nodded, impressed (hopefully), making small comments about the work you had been able to accomplish, a smile becoming a warming grin as he looked up.

“I’m impressed by the performance you’ve managed to attend to despite the short while you’ve been here, y/l/n-shojo,” Toshinori spoke, his fingers threading together and placing them onto the table. “I knew it was an excellent decision to put you in that position, and you exceeded my entire expectation!”

You flushed at that, lips twitching as you attempted to suppress that smile of yours. 

“Thank you, Toshinori-san,” you practically wheeze as he waves off your thanks.

“No need to thank me, you’ve done all this work!” he laughs, tired eyes closing with a glorious supply of crow's feet blooming at the corner of his eyes. “Typically, at these evaluations, I ask a bunch of questions because there isn’t too much anyone can do in their first ninety days, I must admit.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm, but because I am curious, is there anything that has been happening as of late that you feel needs to be addressed with me?”

You felt yourself stiffen but knew your one and only complaint was not something to bring up in this setting.

“No, nothing,” you shrug, and Toshinori beams.

“I’m glad!”

Now, the problem.

The big, fat, stinky, hooligan, wanting to throttle someone problem.

For the past sixty of your ninety days, someone has been stealing your lunch.

Yes, you heard that correctly; someone was stealing your damn lunch! Every morning you woke up and prepared a delicious bento box for yourself. Some days you went as far as cutting shapes into your fruits and veggies just to make yourself grin. You weren’t the best chef in the world, but your bento boxes were pretty enough to make up for it, in your opinion. But the thing is, every day when you went into the communal fridge, you noticed two things.

One, your bento box was no longer in the same place, and two, the bento box was not yours at all.

The food was disastrously organized. Rice and lettuce spilling out in every partition in the box. The fruit and veggies often packed in this box had multiple cuts in them, implying that whoever did this was less than ideal with a knife. The meat was often oversalted, the sushi never sitting together, and everything was just… not it.

The first time you had sighed and eaten it, grumbling about how your precious lunch was stolen. But you had quickly figured out that it was inedible, and Mina, Uraraka, and Yaoyorozu thank god, offered to share their meals. 

Seeing that you were distressed about how someone stole your egg and octopus sausages one day, Mina declared that they would watch the break room for whoever was stealing your light blue bento box. The first day you staked out, you had done it with Mina. But ten minutes into waiting around, you needed to pee. So you stood up and left in a hurry, leaving Mina alone.

But when you returned, Mina was gone, instead standing by Kirishima’s desk with a bright grin and a stance that screamed that she heard something she liked (gossip, possible in-office romance, a love confession?). Her jaw dropped as she noticed you and Kirishima had turned and waved in your direction as you raced into the break room to open the fridge, and sure enough, your bento was gone.

The next time, you staked out with Uraraka. Your arms were folded, your bladder cleared, and your lips twisted into a pout as you glared and stared down every single member who entered the room. Uraraka whispered to you her guesses about just who might be the thief, every other person rating an 8/10 likelihood of stealing your lunch.

But as the both of you sat there, your eyes narrowed at each passerby, no one came to collect your bento today.

“Deku-kun, no packed lunch today?” Uraraka asked as the green, curly-haired man you had only met once previously raced into the break room, grabbing the extra chopsticks meticulously hidden in the third bottom draw.

“Ah, Uraraka-san, y/l/n-san! Uh, no,” Midoriya greeted you both, who apparently responds to the nickname Deku, laughs off as he grabs a handful of napkins. “Todoroki-kun left all our lunches in his car by accident, and well… they spoiled… Kacchan’s pissed, so I ran off to get lunch for us today!”

Uraraka laughed, shaking her head, “Leave it to Todoroki-kun to act that way.”

Midoriya laughed, bright and clearly in agreement, “You should have seen his face when Kacchan asked for his lunch! I swear–”

“HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE TO GRAB FUCKING CHOPSTICKS, SHIT-KU! I’M FUCKING STARVING!” a voice roared from nowhere near the entrance of the break room. You did, however, jump a bit, eyes turning toward the break room entrance to see the blond man (Bakugou? Kacchan? You had no idea which was correct) near the entrance of the floor. 

“It’s only been a minute, Kacchan, relax!” Midoriya laughs, completely unaffected by the startling shout as he waves goodbye to both you and Uraraka before leaving, joining Bakugou as the both of them seem to talk comfortably… well, maybe more like bickering.

“Why are they–”

“Childhood friends, apparently,” Uraraka sighed, but the smile on her face betrays her exasperation.

No one stole your bento that day.

Yaoyorozu took up the third stake out, the two of you idly chatting about tea. You honestly had no idea what to talk about with Yaomomo; she was often just so elegant and mature despite being your age. When you learned that her family was in charge of the Yaoyorozu Corp, it had been strangely easy to accept that. 

It made sense.

So as the two of you stood at the kitchen sink, boiling water for tea Yaomomo swore would be the best matchup for your packed nigiri, the both of you missed the man who walked into the room, opened the fridge, and took your lunch.

“I… I am so sorry,” Yaomomo apologized, head bowed dangerously low as the both of you looked at the sloppily cut salmon in your not actual bento. “Please eat my food in reparation.”

“No, it’s okay,” you sigh, chewing on the somehow still warm salmon. “I deserved this loss.”

Luck was just on this man's side, it seemed. No matter what you did, you could never catch the man in action, and you were ready to give up.

But this was the last attempt you said to yourself as you returned to your office floor, the evaluation done, and the rest of your life coming to light. You could do this. No! You WOULD do this!

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“Why don’t you just put your name on your bento box?” Bakugou asked, a lone eyebrow raised in what you could only assume was judgment and pity. The explosive man was standing in the doorway of the breakroom, watching as you and Mina were trying to climb up the counters of the breakroom to grab the camera you had previously planted. “Obviously, it doesn’t have your name on it.”

“Um,” you squeak, having been obviously caught by someone who intimidated you just the slightest bit. “That’s a good idea, thank you, Bakugou-san.”

“Tch, whatever, just clean up the damn counters, fucking nasty standing up on there. Some people prepare their food there.”

“We would never forget to do that!” you argue, desperate to not leave a bad impression on this man.

“I don’t know much about you, but I know raccoon eyes over there would.”

“MY NAME IS MINA!”

“Like I care.”

He left without so much as a wave but did seem to nod with his departure. You sighed as you hopped off the counter, Mina grabbing the cleaning supplies as she cursed out the long-gone man under her breath. 

But you were looking at the fridge with your missing bento box.

“I can’t believe I never put my name on it.”

“It’s okay! Not even Yaomomo thought of it, so I say we are still smart!”

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It was the next day, you were at your desk, anxious as hell as you did your work, trying not to focus on the fact that it was lunchtime and you were actively avoiding the break room. You wondered if they wouldn’t come and collect it today. If somehow they were an asshole and wouldn’t care if your name was on it! What would happen then? What if it was someone like Bakugou who was taking your lunch? What then? You were sure you would cave in slight fear and major intimidation if he said that your lunch was his now.

“Want a cutie while we wait, cutie?” Mina asked, waving the small tangerine in her fingers as she grins.

“Please,” you say in gratitude for the food because you were starving. “Thank you.”

Eventually, you lost track of what was happening, becoming all too invested in the conversation that Mina was telling you about that involved Kaminari, Kirishima, Bakugou, Midoriya, twenty-seven Red Bulls, fifteen Monsters, and five shots of sake. It seemed that the former two were quite big instigators when they wanted to be, and the latter two were unable to back away from challenges, especially when the other was involved.

“Y/l/n?” an unfamiliar voice called from behind you, and you turned partially in your chair as you looked behind you.

Standing behind you was a tall man with red and white hair, and from this distance, you noticed immediately that his eyes were a deep grey and brilliant blue.

Todoroki Shouto.

“T-Todoroki-san!” you greet him back, voice unable to keep from trembling as your nerves shot up. What was going on? You two had never interacted before! He was always gone, never present, and whenever he was in the office, it seemed that you weren’t there.

He cleared his throat and raised up two identical bento boxes.

“It seems… I have apparently been stealing your bento boxes,” he concludes, pressing the blue bento box with your name written on it into your hands.

Your jaw drops as your fingers curve around the cool plastic, eyes blinking up a storm as you try to abstain from laughing high pitched and ugly like. 

“It was you?!”

A pink color blooms onto his cheeks as he averts his eye contact with you and nods slowly, “I am so sorry.”

“I just… how?!” you exclaim, exasperated, this man obviously being a bit dense if he had no idea he was taking your bento box!

“I prepare my bento boxes the night before, and I don’t really remember what I put into them….” Todoroki explains slowly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, his tongue clicking the roof of his tongue. “I just thought that my cooking was improving and that I was somehow doing an amazing job.”

The grin that overcomes your face is one of subtle, strange fondness and soft warmth. “I can tell you that you probably haven’t improved much,” you tease, opening your bento box to see your prepared meal for the day. 

Cucumber salad, bulgogi beef, rice, and some fruit.

It was packed exactly how you remembered.

“I can’t believe I finally get to eat a meal I prepared,” you continue to tease, your eyes moving up to meet Todoroki, who was also looking at your bento previously. “Thank you for returning my meals and apologizing.”

“It was nothing,” Todoroki waved off with a single hand before opening up his own disastrously assembled bento box. It looked worse than usual today. Everything was just thrown in, it seemed. You saw egg and rice, but everything else in there was indescribable. He smiles at you before sighing at his bento. “This looks more like my stuff.”

You laugh, shaking your head, “You want to share my bento box? I’m sure you probably don’t want to return to that.”

“No, it’s okay,” Todoroki gently declined, although he looked at your bento with great want. He cleared his throat, gaze moving to lock on yours, and you swore his cheeks were still pink but no longer from embarrassment. “I just wanted to come and apologize for stealing your lunch for so long and to thank you for the meals; they were all delicious. Especially the soba you had made.”

“It’s all good; it’s in the past now,” you say gently, somehow finding yourself falling for a man you’ve barely just begun to talk with. The both of you stare at each other, and your skin feels warm. You chuckle, gaze averting for a moment before returning as you tease him. “Although, if you steal from me again, I’m not so sure if I’ll be so lenient.”

“It won’t happen again, promise,” Todoroki smiles, and you feel your spine melt. “But I would love to make it up to you somehow. I can make you dinner one night or something?”

You laugh, head shaking, “No, absolutely not; I don’t trust your cooking skills just yet. But you can definitely take me out to dinner.”

“Yeah, I can definitely do that,” Todoroki agrees, and the both of you fall silent as the shy stares continue. “Does, um… is Friday at seven okay with you?”

“That works,” you say, and Todoroki smiles.

“Good, I’ll uh, see you then?”

“See you,” you agree with a sweet smile before turning around, your fingers raised in a small wave. 

You turn to see Mina, Uraraka, and Yaomomo staring at you, eyes comically wide and so very intrigued.

“Oh… my… GOD!” Mina shrieked as Todoroki walks away, and you shriek as she jumps across the table and shakes you, screaming about office romances and meet-cutes being entirely too underrated. “PROMISE ME I’LL BE INVITED TO THE WEDDING!!!!”

“MINA!”

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It would take about three years of dating, several months of teaching Shouto how to cook, which resulted in a few bellyaches. Still, eventually yes, Mina would be invited to your wedding.

[angry-geese]

Fluorescent Adolescent

Itadori x Reader x Sukuna

Warnings: sfw. platonic/romantic (interpretable). some minor swearing. mostly fluff. mention of violence. poly (sort of). Gn!Reader

Notes: Yuji and the reader have a movie night together. Sukuna decides to tag along

Nights at home were rare.

There’s not a lot of downtime when studying to become a sorcerer. Gojo was always sending you off on jobs that his students were very much not ready to handle. The line of work doesn't really follow a set schedule. Curses rarely exorcise themselves.

You haven't even graduated and you already wanted to retire.

You wanted to do something to celebrate your time off. Yuji suggested a movie night. You had nothing else in mind, and it sounded nice. The two of you thought about inviting Nobara. Movies weren't really her thing; she had other plans anyway. It wasn't often you got to hang out with just Yuji.

Gojo side-eyed you when you asked to borrow a movie. Your first mistake was asking him. The last time you borrowed one from him, the disc had been switched out with a porno. It took Yuji quite a while to figure out what was wrong. Nobara couldn’t pause the thing fast enough. Whether he forgot, or he did it on purpose, you’ll never know. You have the sneaking suspicion he meant to do it. When you gave it back the next day, Gojo never questioned why Yuji couldn’t look him in the eye.

Maybe that’s why Nobara passed on this one.

Eventually you settled on a horror movie. You're not quite sure what it was about. It looked gruesome. The cover had fake looking blood all over it. Despite being a jujutsu sorcerer, you were a wimp when it came to things like this. In the heat of the moment you could deal with it, but when it came to movies you were squeamish. It didn't matter how many times you told yourself that it wasn't real.

In the other room, the microwave beeps. The smell of burned popcorn fills the room. He likes his burnt; you can't stand the stuff. Two bowls had to be made. Both with a healthy dousing of salt and butter. Not the powdered stuff either; the real kind.

"You're going to miss it!" You call out.

"No I'm not!" Only a moment later followed by: "maybe I am!"

Yuji flings himself over the couch, just in time for the movie to start. Popcorn spills over the sides of the bowl, onto the couch and floor. He shouts "five second rule" before popping one into his mouth. Immediately you tackle him. He’s a bit stronger than you, and easily struggles free. It takes you nearly sitting on him to stop him. You have to pry the rest of the floor popcorn out of his hands like someone fighting their dog for an item it shouldn't be eating.

"Are you going to stop?” You ask. “Or are you going back for more the second I let you go?"

Weakly he nods.

The moment you let go of his wrists he’s lunging past you, reaching for it. In one swift motion you have him under you, pinning him to the floor.

The movie starts off with a creepy looking scientist, and two women stranded in a forest. You admit defeat, and collapse on top of him.

"Man I got hit so many times over this one," he offhandedly mentions.

"What?"

His response is a grunt.

If he says something out of pocket, it's best not to acknowledge it. He could write an entire novel about his life and barely scratch the surface. It’s almost impressive at this point.

It intrigued you, though. There were about a million questions you had for him. Asking one only brought up a hundred more.

The first thing you learned about Itadori Yuji was how he was Sukuna’s vessel. The second thing you learned was that he was going to die.

You were told not to get attached. Against almost everyone's advice, you did. So did many others. Yuji was truly strange. He didn't have the look of a man given a death sentence.

You often wonder how you'd react in his situation. Maybe you'd go to your death with a lot less grace. But there's no way of knowing until it happens. You like to think you'll go out in a blaze of glory.

Your interactions with Sukuna had been few, and only in passing. Aside from stories, you don't have much to say about him. Generally you aren't around when they switch. The one time you were, they didn't stay switched for very long. It still made you wonder. Since they shared domes, could Sukuna see everything that went on in Yuji's daily life? How much control did they really have over each other?

Sukuna would often switch out with Yuji while he slept. You expected that. He was unpredictable, and a bit of a prick. He's the king of curses after all. What more would you expect from a demon? Strangely enough, he never did anything. It wasn’t a proper switch, more like a particular hand or leg was taken over. Sometimes he'd knock things over, or hide Yuji's things, but he was never much more than an inconvenience. The guy could be a menace, sure, but he wasn't nearly what you expected.

He lays his head in your lap. Instinctively your hand finds his head, gently carding through his hair. It's strangely soft. It feels nice between your fingers. Sometimes you wonder if he dyes his hair, or if it's naturally like that. Come to think of it, you've never seen a baby picture- or even a childhood photo.

It's almost horrifying how quickly Yuji began to doze off. You sat there the entire time in wide-eyed horror. Maybe a bit of disbelief. If he feels the way your legs tense underneath him, he says nothing about it. He's snoring in no time. He can't help it, your hands feel so nice in his hair.

Unfortunately, you had caught Sukuna's attention too.

Nothing went on in Yuji's life without Sukuna listening in. Every little detail about his day to day life was known by Sukuna. Most days he didn't care to listen in. Unless there was a fight, or something to piss off, he wasn't interested. He was the first to realize how fond his host was of you. Immediately he started plotting all the ways he could hurt Yuji with you.

That plan was cut short.

He's not sure when it happened. Slowly you became worth something to him. Your strength was promising. If you continued on your path you could prove to be a truly frightening sorcerer. He found your will to fight impressive, albeit naive. At first it was a reluctant respect. You had promise. He could use that. Either against your or against other sorcerers, it didn't matter to him. You'd work in his favor eventually.

There was one moment that stuck out. One where his feelings went from a general distaste to fondness. You were fighting a curse, of all things. Although it didn't hit hard, it could shrug off a lot of damage. It wasn't particularly strong, but it was tough, and smart, proving to be a pain in the ass to everyone involved. With a snap of his fingers he could have exorcised it. But he didn't. Watching you two fight it was much more entertaining. If his host was killed, he'd simply bring him back.

Something went wrong. He's not quite sure what. The moments went by like shots out of a badly filmed movie. One scene. Then cut. Then the next scene. Then cut.

You're clinging onto his arm, asking if he's—Yuji—is okay. You weren't even hurt, but you were soaked in blood.

His feelings for you weren't disgust, or hatred, or even pity. It was something much worse. If he was capable of liking someone, it would be you. Sukuna could never imagine himself feeling this way for a human.

He hates that.

The affection he feels isn't love in a proper sense, but that's the only word for it. A creature like him isn't capable of love. He's the king of curses, he'll never lower himself to the level of humans. He'll never view you as more than a pet, but he cares for you in some sort of way.

Sukuna's affection comes out as bullying. Well, as much as a lone mouth can bully someone. You've learned to tune him out or brush him off. He's harmless around you. Yuji seems to keep him on a short leash. His bark is far worse than his bite. At least to you. You really can't say that for any unfortunate bastard that decides to piss him off.

Jokingly, you began referring to Sukuna when talking to Yuji. It was only to make him roll his eyes. Everyone hated when you did that, because usually Sukuna would respond. You tried to see how long you could get him to talk before he realized you we're screwing with him. It usually took a while.

Yuji's snores have gotten awfully quiet. The movie is less terrifying than you expected, but it makes your stomach churn. His eyes are open when you look down. They aren't Yuji's; they have a different look in them. Sukuna’s eyes have no humanity in them at all.

Both sets of Sukuna's eyes are focused on the TV. You're not quite sure when they switched. He made no show of it. One second he was Yuji, the next he wasn't. His hand rests on your knee, his thumb gently rubbing across your skin. He feels a bit colder than Yuji. You can’t help but wonder if it’s a curse thing or just a coincidence.

You try not to stare for too long.

"This is boring." He says. "You find this scary? Let alone entertaining?"

He doesn't like seeing you distressed, even if it's directed at something that isn't real.

"Yes, thank you," you say.

Maybe if you keep scratching his head he'll stop talking.

"Why do you like these? Clearly you don't like being scared." He says.

"Keep talking and I'll stop playing with your hair."

His sharp nails dig into your skin. "No."

"Then I suggest you stop talking,"

He sulks. It’s almost impressive how quickly you get him to back down.

He's a bit like a cat; the second your arms are tired and you need to rest, his fingers are digging into your skin. He doesn't want you to stop. The moments where he wants affection are ones where you can't—or don't want—to give it to him.

It's almost a competition between him and Yuji. His host is always so open with how he cares for you. You’re very affectionate towards each other. You’re affectionate towards all your friends. He finds it sickening. He wants your attention to be on him and only him. Yuji is only competition. Unfortunately for him—and you too, let's face it—they're a package deal. Sharing isn’t exactly a skill he has.

He shifts so he's sitting up, his head resting against your chest. Your heartbeat drops off for a second, before picking up in pace. You rest your chin on top of his head. Your hands find his hair, brushing it out of his eyes.

It's not long after his breathing evens out.

His head nods, eyes half shut, gaze still on the tv. You're so warm, he notes. He doesn't remember human contact feeling this nice. However hard he tries to fight sleep, it's no use, he can't stay awake for much longer.

For now, he would settle on sharing you if it meant he could have moments like this.

[livingalifeofasimp]

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*:･ﾟ♛ ﾟ･:* On getting into the novel as Villianess and not being able to go back to your world you decided to stop going down the path of original Novel Plot but make your own and live a life in luxury away from all the characters. Your first step was to break the engagement with Crown Prince, who was surprised when he heard you say that to him, you were just so in love with him and then after being unconscious for almost a week you decided to break off the engagement.

*:･ﾟ♛ ﾟ･:* Zhongli could not understand why you would do such thing and you knew he will fall in love with the Heroine when she appears, you told your father to annual it, since you understood that the affection holds no value in Crown Prince's eyes, but Zhongli wasn't able to digest this piece of information, when he tries to approach you, you run away, avoid him at any cost, he realizes how important you are to him, so he rejects your request to annual the engagement even after you nearly begged him and promises you that he will cherish you now on, leaving you thinking what went wrong.

*:･ﾟ♛ ﾟ･:* You sat with pen and paper tried to sort everything out, although Crown Prince was trying to win your favor back by sending you gifts, letters and asks for your audience only to get ghosted by you, getting involved with him will give you nothing but a miserable fate, no matter how handsome the Characters are you refused to acknowledge them any further. Now it felt like Zhongli clingys to you more than anything.

💛𝓐𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻

ﾟ･:*༻*:･ﾟWhen your carriage stopped infront of your state you saw Aether was there waiting for you, he told you that he heard you were trying to annual the engagement, for a minute you forgot how fast news spread in this era, Aether had a happy glow on his face, he told you that you deserve better. At some point you knew that Aether grows distant from Villianess in Novel Plot but the case here was totally different now he invites you or comes to you uninvited.

ﾟ･:*༻*:･ﾟYou don't stop him tho, he became your bestfriend, he taught you horse riding, sword fighting and helped you in all those things you were interested in. Thanks to Aether your bad dancing got better, you always wondered how he never go tired dancing with you, when you step on his foot unintentionally during practices. Physical touches increases slightly, you don't doubt it since it's normal for friends to hug a second more right?

❤️𝓓𝓲𝓵𝓾𝓬

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ Since there was nothing better to do, you started to put your hands on family business and was sent to pay visit to the business partner. To your surprise when you saw Diluc, he looked just like the Novel described him to be, stern, stoic and cold. His presence was intimidating but you had to win this opportunity so you confidently placed your views even when your legs were shaking under the gown you were wearing, you put your hands together and pursued him.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ Diluc seemed so lonely, he had no one to worry about him, just him and his thoughts. So you decided to greet him with smile and ask about if he ate his meals properly because he skipped them for one or two days due to his loads of work, which was bad for his health, if he needed to fight with Crown Prince for Heroine then he should be healthy, so you took care of him while you were staying in his Mansion.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ At first he was wary of you but he eventually warmed up and when Diluc laughed in one of your jokes, you felt grateful to witness that because no one saw him smiling other than Heroine, he looked really beautiful. He said you were way too different than what the rumours described you to be, you were perfect. 

💚𝓧𝓲𝓪𝓸

✥ ۪۪۫۫◃ ✤◃ ۪۪۫۫✥ Bandits attached your Carriage, it was difficult to defeat them but with your escort and Aether's sword fighting training it became quite easy, even though you are not much of a sword fighter than Aether but you could protect yourself for once. When Crown Prince heard you were attacked he immediately assigned you his Loyal Knight who later becomes Imperial Knight respected by citizens, to which you obviously rejected but as persistent as he is you were made to accept the Knight for the time being since all the knights in your family are either afraid of you or not want to serve you and you had no fetish with working with someone who is not willing to be with you.

✥ ۪۪۫۫◃ ✤◃ ۪۪۫۫✥Xiao was very quite and skilled Knight so he was very attentive to your needs, and once caughted you, when you tripped on your gown while climbing staircase, due to which he got on his one knees and asked for your forgiveness. It left you speechless why would he do such thing? Ask for punishment instead of a thanks for saving your bones, you couldn't help but ask him, Xiao's answer made you clutch your fingers, he thought you, a noble lady would get disgusted by his touch since he is lowly born.

✥ ۪۪۫۫◃ ✤◃ ۪۪۫۫✥ You asked him to stand, Xiao is your favorite character who suffered so much and was never able to voice his love for Heroine, you holded his hands in yours, ignoring his body flinching and told him how he should not look down on himself, he is equal, everyone is equal since you all are humans and that you cherish him, he put his life to protect you. You said him all those things you wanted to when you read the Novel, not everything really but it left him blushing while you laughed walking ahead of him what a tsundere.

💙𝓚𝓪𝓮𝔂𝓪

☽༓✮･*˚ A handsome Mage Master kept on disturbing you, the smug looking guy who you meet in Local bars when you were out exploring about the Novel world, he helped you with your case to find out the solution to obtain the land for the project with Duke while giving you many riddles that exhausted you but seeing a worried Xiao was worth it when he says I don't care after nagging you for hours.

☽༓✮･*˚ You doubted if this guy was the one of the Male Leads who was owner of Mage tower because he was exceptional handsome, for a side Character to be so good looking is quite rare, but he debuted after the Grand ball so it couldn't be him, you debated. In Original Novel Plot they never described how he looked, but it was for sure he was popular among ladies. The guy introduced himself as Kaeya, who sometimes requests your presence in Mage tower, only VIP guest were allowed and when you asked him how he managed to get the permission he says it is one of his ways, suspicious enough.

☽༓✮･*˚ You eventually spend more time with him than required which sometimes anger Aether since your time with him reduced, of course you haven't told anything about him to anyone. To save himself, he once introduced you to the group of women flirting with him as his girlfriend. Kaeya sends his familiar in butterfly form for the most stupidest message through your window to which you react differently depending on your mood. 

"How are you my Lady?"

"Am I allowed to miss you?"

"When will you visit me?"

"Have you been using me all this time?, I am heart broken T_T Heal me!"

🧡𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓮

❀⑅*⋆༶⋆❀⑅* Strong hand holded you securely, as you danced with him, who was wearing black laced mask in Masquerade ball organized by King for a yearly festival which you were forced you to attend by your Father and Crown Prince. One of the guys asked for you to dance with him, as per tradition one cannot reject the another requesting party, otherwise you would have been eating the food served for guests, imperial food is on another level, Zhongli sometimes tries to lure you to spend time with him by making such excuses.

❀⑅*⋆༶⋆❀⑅* The stranger pulled you even more closer saying that you are looking much more prettier than before, your first meeting but you did not recognized him or so you thought, and he told you that you are known as the most beautiful woman in the Kingdom, neighboring Kingdoms takes interest in you. You do remember the guy who helped you in fighting with Bandits both of them have the same hair color and playfulness in their voice.

❀⑅*⋆༶⋆❀⑅* When you asked him about it, if he was the guy from before to which he replied maybe, leaving you in the middle of the dance and bended in the crowd, Mysterious as Childe you thought, whoever he was, you hoped for him to not bring more problems than you already have. A groaning voice of Crown Prince from behind made you turn around questioning you why you danced with other guys than your fiance, you never thought a composed man as Zhongli would whine to you for such a small thing.

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ok but I read games and I am ADDICTED and I just thought I could maybe request something like-

Eren meeting the reader through a simple comment and a timeskip to them being v close until they eventually end up in a fight because reader was ranting to eren about how perfect their crush (who is actually eren) is and him just exploding and them getting into a fight until the reader eventually goes "that person is you, dumbass!" Or smth like that and from there it all just turns into a lot of kisses and smut👀

only if you're comfy/in the mood of writing smth like this tho! just had this random thought last night and thought I'd request a little erenxfembodiedreader

Anyway have a nice day, night, afternoon, morning, you're amazing :D

Oh my gosh, this is my first request ever and I am so incredibly excited to write this and I really hope I did good in writing something you would want. Thank you so much for submitting this request, please feel free to send more! I love writing fanfics of any aot character and will do my absolute best to embody them in these. Sorry for the long wait, when I say the last chapter had me all the way FUCK3D up. EreMika is canon and I haven't been able to stop saying "He loved her, oh my god he loved her" in that "and they were roommates" vine way because that's my coping mechanism and it's cheaper than therapy. Anyway, I give you-

"Assumptions."

Pairing: Eren Yeager x Fem!reader

TW: nsfw, smut, angst, jealously, swearing, yelling, a bit of fluff, unprotected intercourse, breeding kink, a bit of voyeurism, a bit of sexism, eren being denser than a rock, Levi having health issues because he's old

Other: aot world if the mess of season four never happened and eren didn't fall to sad bitch hours, reader is a regular girl with family issues, all characters are over 18, Erwin never died and Floch never went insane

It wasn't that Eren hated going into town, but he wasn't exactly used to going to town alone. He always had Mikasa and Armin flanking either side of him but since the discovery of the world outside the walls and the decreased threat of titans, scouts were needed more than ever in the recovery of the lost districts. Mikasa was the second strongest soldier alive and Armin was expected to take after Erwin. Eren was useful when it came to being the one who possessed the attack and founder titan, but lately there was no big threats that required his titan abilities.

That didn't stop Hange from poking him, nor did it stop Captain Levi from keeping him busy with even the most minimalist of tasks. Today was no different and when the options were given to him and Jean, who was still asleep in his bunker, on shoveling horse shit or going into town to stock up on supplies and check to ensure all market suppliers weren't being capitalist pigs to the local vendors, Eren all but hauled ass through the door, hand swiping the grocery list off the table and yelling, "Good luck Jean-boy!"

Everything seemed to be going just fine, none of the local vendors had any troubles and most seemed happier with the drastic improvements of the living situations for Eldians. The fear of being eaten any day now or losing a loved one to war had seemed to be the driving force that had led to problems before. Some people recognized Eren, but no one seemed to want to approach him. He had had encounters with people who thought of him as a god, but he usually ignored them or kept a level-headed composure. Despite knowing that he had a power no one else had, outside of being a titan-shifter, Eren didn't really know what he had to offer. Armin was smart, Mikasa was strong, and he couldn't exactly claim titan-shifter seeing that Armin was also the colossal and Ymir had been the jaw.

He let out a sigh, kicking a rock in his path and silently yearning for something beyond his knowledge. Despite knowing that he was never really alone, he felt lonely a lot of the time. He had never given much thought to settling down, with the clock running out on him he often thought what was even the point? He wasn't sure if he wanted to keep being a soldier or if he wanted to go back home one day, he didn't really try to dwell on the future, content with being in the present and having Mikasa always on the verge of tears when she was reminded that he would one day die, didn't really give him room to think of much else.

You weren't oblivious to the tales and rumors that went around the town about the scouts and their secret weapon in the form of a shapeshifting man and how him and his comrades were able to plug the hole in the wall of a district your family had come from long ago. Your father had long since escaped the walls of Maria before it fell, he made an honest living being a construction man, and your mother was a nurse who happened to catch his eye when he had a roofing accident. They built a life for themselves within Wall Rose. You weren't the richest family, nor did you have a name that was well known. Nonetheless, you were all hard working. Your brothers worked for the respect they got, one being a weapon maker and the other being a bar keeper was enough for the part of town you were in. Even their wives did well for themselves in being a seamstress and bar waitress. As the youngest, you were loved and cared for. You weren't the most beautiful girl in town, but you turned heads nonetheless, well until one of your brothers decided to glare or promptly hit whoever doted on you too long for their liking.

The people who knew you, thought you were trouble. Mostly the elders spewed of you and your ways of thinking being a disgrace to everything Eldians stood for and bringing only shame to your gender, you were a woman ahead of her time and they couldn't stand it. Like your mother you had entered the medical field, but even when you were small you claimed you would be a doctor one day. You shadowed and worked under the supervision of the town's doctors. Many amused at your antics, some who didn't care about you being a girl and just grateful to leave such responsibility on someone who was genuine in the intent, and others not caring one way or another and not willing to hear your screeching pleads to observe what they did. Your mom had spoken with you more than once about settling with being a doctor's aide, today being no different and you let out a sigh as you looked to your mother's pained expression.

"I just don't understand why you insist on making your life so difficult? It was bad enough when you proudly exclaimed your goals in front of the entire church, but now this?"

You could only look away, looking towards the fields where you saw your third brother grooming the horses. You hadn't said anything bad, you were approached with a job offer that would give you the title and respect you had been desperately craving, and it would bring greater honor to your family...or so you thought before your mother reacted the opposite in which you hoped.

"I will not have any daughter of mine chasing dreams and fantasies off in some other place where no one can protect you. This is a suicide mission and I for one will not stand by and watch you march forward to your downfall."

Your father stood behind your mother, not really saying anything and not even looking at you. You felt especially bad for the commander and captain who stood on either side of you and were bearing witness to the absurd exchange between your family.

"Mrs. Y/L/N, you have to know that if Y/N were to accept this offer, she would never be in the front lines. We have bases located all throughout the walls and she would do what she did best and be our primary doctor." Commander Erwin spoke with such calm words, his demeanor kind and patient.

"So you expect me to let her run off with a bunch of men whose brains are broken from the wars they fought and not worry? She is not even married!"

You grit your teeth so hard upon hearing that, you were sick of the standards put forth on you since your birth. You were sick of the expectations you were in no hurry to reach and you were especially tired of the lack of faith your family had in you to be independent and strong. Your fists clenched and you felt a steady gaze on you.

"I'm not an expert or anything on parenting, nor will I act as if I am, but instead of yelling at her, why don't you try asking your daughter what she wants to do?" You didn't silence the gasp you released, looking at Captain Levi in confusion and admiration.

All eyes turned to you, your mother crossing her arms as if asking you to try and defy her. Erwin looked a bit expectedly and Levi looking indifferent to the entire conversation. It was your father who beat you to it before you could even open your mouth to answer.

"You have a choice, my daughter. If you choose to stay, you'll make your mother and brothers happy. You can continue to help people but you will never be acknowledged as a doctor...but you'll have your family. Or you can choose to leave and live your life to your own accord, but you will lose the respect of the town and your mother will never speak to you again. Are you willing to put yourself above your family?" You expected this from your father, always neutral and never judgmental, what he was saying was true after all. Were you willing to lose your family over your dreams? Would you be able to survive on your own with only the scouts to rely on?

Your head was hurting and your frustration only grew when your brothers decided to come home and after your mother wailing at them about your plans to leave, they were quick to overwhelm you with their own opinions. The commander and captain apologized but they had to leave and return to headquarters.

"Take your time on making your decision. We will come back in a few days for your answer." Commander Erwin told you, giving you a smile as he continued, "I know its a lot to ask you to choose us over your flesh and blood, but if you do. You have my promise that we will protect you, and we may never be able to fully replace your family in your heart, but the scouts will be a family on its own for you."

"Tch," Captain Levi shook his head, "Look brat, you will see and do things that you won't always like. People will die no matter how hard you try to save them, but call Erwin and Hange delusional--they see something in you. Don't walk into this half-assed, if you choose to be our doctor and you choose to take on the title and everything it carries with it, you have to dedicate your heart."

You only nodded. Two days had passed as you walked through the market, the small basket in your hands carried apples and some citrus fruits. Your mother still wasn't talking to you and your brothers seemingly assumed you wouldn't be leaving, only your father knew how frantic your mind was, and one morning he admitted that he would be delighted to have at least one of his children carry the family name on a military standing. So you had his support.

You even spoke to the animal doctor you had been shadowing for the past few weeks, his eyebrows had rose in an impressed matter and he promptly asked when you would be leaving.

"I haven't made a decision, yet." You said.

"You would be an idiot not to take it." Was all he replied before asking you to give the cattle their medicine.

Idiot, huh? You wondered. You knew deep down he was right. Your mind continued to play in endless loops of thought before you heard a commotion to your right. Turning your head you saw a group of men, their huddling seemed a bit more frantic and it was not until one of them yelled that you noticed one man in particular on his knees.

"Help! Someone call a doctor!"

The man on the floor was bleeding rather profusely and you didn't have time to question what happened before you quickly made way.

"Sir, let me see."

"Hey! Woman don't touch him!"

"Make yourself useful and go get a doctor! What the hell do you think you're doing!"

"I am a doctor." You calmly said, inspecting the gash on his side and seeing the edge of what appeared to be a broken pipe sticking out from the building behind them. The drips if bloods glistening in the sun only confirmed what you thought.

"We were-" The injured man rasped out, "Just horsing around."

"It's okay." You reassured, grabbing a roll of gauze and stack of medical napkins you always kept in your basket. You apologized before applying pressure to the wound, and you heard the patter of rushing feet.

"A doctor is on his way! A real one!" One of the men sneered, and you did your best not to roll your eyes and focus on stopping the bleeding. You asked the man to lie on his back and he surprisingly complied, he didn't seem to care about you being a girl and only seemed thankful to not be alone and scared.

"Do you hear that? Move before you kill him!" The first man hollered, the hand on your shoulder causing you to sharply inhale.

"Excuse me for one moment." You told the man, and you were quick as you hand shot up to grip the disrespectful ass by his wrist and twist it in one fluid motion, you wasted no time in using the building wall as leverage, quickly running up and using his weight to stabilize yourself before you roundhouse kicked him so hard it sent both of you flying back. You landed on one foot, balancing yourself before going back to the patient.

You couldn't deny how satisfying it was to hear the impact, or the groan of pain coming from him. Your eyes met the others.

"If any of you touch me, I'll do exactly what I did to your buddy there, but ten times worse. Now shut the hell up and let me save this man."

Eyes widely stared at you as you resumed caring for the injured, a few minutes passed by the time the doctor got there.

"Oh!" His eyebrows rose, "Hello Y/N, didn't expect to see you here. If I would have known, I wouldn't have left the hospital on its own."

"Hi Dr. Goodwin," You looked up, two fingers on the injured man's wrist and the other held up four fingers from your counting. You blushed slightly from his confidence in you and you noticed the men who bullied you all sport faces of confusion.

"His pulse is stable. I wrapped the wound tightly, but he needs stitches."

"Thank you, miss." The injured man grabbed your hand and you smiled in return.

"Don't mention it."

"Actually, it's Dr. Y/L/N." Dr. Goodwin said, seeing your eyes widen and the smile he gave only made your heart swell that much more.

The doctor nodded, thanking you before asking his helpers to load him to the small gurney they brought. He could only thank you briefly before you waved them off. The other guys had stayed back, eyes wide in disbelief that the doctor not only recognized you, but acknowledged your work.

"Are you a nurse or something?"

"Are you morons deaf? Did you not hear Dr. Goodwin? I'm a doctor too."

The leader seemed to recover from the kick you gave him earlier as his lip curled in an ugly matter, "What kind of sick joke is that? No such thing as a woman doctor."

"Obviously there is if I'm standing right in front of you. Or did my kick knock a few more scews loose?"

Eren was walking buy, noticing the commotion from afar and as a soldier, his instincts to provide help in dire situations kicked in. He elbowed his way to the front. Seeing you standing defiantly in front of five tall muscular men. He stepped forward as the main leader got in your face, but when you shifted your foot, he seemed to coil back. Eren noticed a giant welt on one side of his face and wondered how the hell he got such an ugly bruise. It didn't stop their onslaught.

"Who the hell do you think you are? What makes you think you could do whatever the fuck you want?"

"Because in this world, I'm free to do whatever the fuck I please." Eren watched as your eyes narrowed in further defiance, the smile on your face sickeningly sweet and all he could think about was how he had never seen such a woman.

You hadn't even noticed the audience that gathered, you side stepped the group of men, going as far as waving a goodbye with a breathy giggle, you picked up your basket. You had a small hop to your step and despite not caring to even spare a glance to the onlookers, your eyes met a pair of pretty green ones. The prominent bone structure made you think, "Wow."

However, the tall muscular body you did a once over on had you follow that thought with, "Oh damn."

Eren seemed dumbfounded, your obviousness in checking him out made him flush. He had never felt self-conscious over his body. He knew even before he hit puberty that he would do well to grow muscles and abs, the necessary type of figure to have if one were to be a soldier of the scouts. He knew it was also something some females found attractive in the opposite sex but it's not like he ever had time to date much less dwell on what girls liked. Seeing the way you looked at him though, he couldn't deny that he silently hoped for your approval.

When you finally met his eyes once more, you had him floored when he saw you drop a wink at him.

The crowd murmuring as they watched you go made his own eyebrows furrow in confusion. He stepped to one of the members and demanded an explanation.

"Honestly, the little lady was crazy! She came in here claiming to be a doctor and helped patch up a guy who got cut by the pipe over there. Instead of waiting for a real doctor, she made a whole fuss."

"Where's the guy?"

"Dr. Goodwin picked him up. That doctor is mad too, he also said she was a doctor, but that's ridiculous. No woman can be a doctor. That's so many levels of wrong."

Eren felt the urge to punch the man in the mouth, but one glance at the ugly bruise his friend sported reminded him,

"What happened to your face?"

The leader grumbled a bunch of profanities, "That little bitch. I tried to get her off before she messed the guy up anymore and she kicked me."

"In your face?" Eren sounded impressed, and he was when he received a nod of confirmation.

He looked to the direction which you disappeared in and said fine words to the group, "Whether you men like it or not. The world is changing, everyone is free to be who they want. If women can join the military no problem, they can be doctors too."

He saluted before rushing off, not hearing the mutters of annoyance from the men. In all honestly, Eren had no clue on what he was doing.

You were scrubbing off the blood from under your fingernails near a fountain when you hear the shuffle of feet from behind you. You silently hoped it wasn't any of those morons asking for more trouble, but you were pleasantly surprised when your eyes met a pair of green ones from before.

"I'm Eren." You smiled at him, nodding and your smile turned quirked when he stuttered in, "Yeager. Eren Yeager."

Hmm, you had thought, His name suits him. You studied his demeanor, not missing the gear strapped to either sides of his hips or the green hood covering his shoulders. You knew immediately that he was a scout and you wondered if he knew Captain Levi. Before you got the courage to ask him, he beat you to it.

"What did you mean by what you said earlier? Do you really think that? That we're all free to do anything we want here?"

You smiled as you nodded, walking towards a vendors stand and Eren fell into step beside you, you felt nervous around him, but also safe with his company. He watched you as you picked up another apple to inspect.

"We have laws and rules though...so we're not technically all the way free?"

"I'm free to be me, just as you are free to be you...Eren...Yeager."

It was the way the sun hit your face in that moment, highlighting your strong cheekbones and giving a special glint in your eyes that made Eren want to hear your thoughts more. He spent the rest of the day asking you questions, never satisfied with the small responses you gave him and he even walked you home. The mean glare from your mother confused him beyond belief and it was your father's words that made you gasp in surprise that night.

"He's the titan shifter, the one who helped plug up wall Rose."

Your face had turned red in embarrassment, you were talking so casually to a literal titan and you even flirted with him. He even held your basket the entire trip to your house and you didn't even consider how informal you acted with your skirt. You had hitched one of them up your thigh to get better footing and hadn't missed the way Eren blushed at seeing so much skin. You knew the girls in the scouts wore pants, but even then they kept covered.

You were certain Eren wanted nothing else to do with a girl who held little to no morals, but you were caught by pleasant surprise when you saw him with Erwin and Levi the next day in town.

His eyes had immediately found yours and you didn't miss the blush on his cheeks as he gave you a small wave. You couldn't but laugh when Captain Levi suddenly kicked him.

"Who's got you turning red brat?"

"Uh-it's nothing, captain."

He didn't look convinced as you gathered the courage to approach. Erwin acknowledged your presence which Eren was grateful for, but his eyebrows still came down in confusion on how the commander knew your name.

"Y/N!" Erwin gave a polite smile which you returned, "So great to see you. We were actually just about to stop by your house."

"Really? What a coincidence, I was hoping to stop by headquarters today as well." Your smile was bright, and by the way the air around you seemed cheerful, Erwin returned your energy.

"Bearing good news I hope?" He still hesitantly asked.

You nodded as you laughed, "I would love to accept the offer if it still stands."

"Of course it does," Captain Levi scoffed, his arms were folded across his chest. You noted for the first time the soft grey color of his eyes and despite the deep scowl he was currently showing, he had chubby cheeks that made you want to squish, "We wouldn't be coming all this way for nothing."

"I thought we were coming to collect a new scout, Captain Levi." Eren asked, you felt yourself blush in realization that he had no clue it was actually you they were referring to.

"We are," Levi grabbed you by your arm and yanked you towards him as he pointed at you while looking at Eren like he was an idiot, "Meet the scout's new doctor. Dr. Y/L/N meet Eren-"

"Yeager." You finished, smiling towards Eren, "We've met."

Erwin and Levi exchanged looks as they watched you and Eren smiled at each other like a pair of idiots, the realization dawning over them and Erwin couldn't fight the smirk that crossed his face. Small world, he thought.

Six months had passed since the first fateful encounter you had with Eren. You had long since moved out of your home and besides the occasional secret letter from your father, you hadn't heard nor seen the rest of your family since your decision to become a doctor for the scouts.

It was a transition to go through as you lost one family and gained a new one, but everyone was so accepting and welcoming. The girls welcomed you with open arms, most notably was Sasha whose habit of eating everything and anything brought her to the infirmary on more than one occasion, Connie usually followed right behind her with a minor injury resulting from his carelessness. You had met Floch when he brought Jean in from a sparring session gone wrong and he immediately took a liking to you. Your level-headedness was like a breath of fresh air to him as he was constantly sorrounded by people he thought were idiots. Jean liked your confidence (The fact that you were easy on the eyes, didn't hurt either), Mikasa respected the way you didn't hesitate to put people in their place, and Armin admired that despite your obvious toughness, you were a kind and patient doctor who never turned anyone away. You were diligent and hard-working, yet your smile was always able to uplift any sour mood and you always put your best foot forward. The one time he had puked all over your hospital floor from eating too much undercooked meat was embarrassing for him, he thought for sure you were going to be angry and call him an idiot. Instead, you took his temperature, put a cold cloth on his head (despite his titan status guaranteeing a speedy recovery), and started a healthier diet plan for him. Armin was scheduled a weekly checkup with you, partly to ensure he was listening and partly for you to study him a bit more. Your research on the titan's ability to regenerate and recover from even the worst injuries was fascinating for you, you hoped to isolate the genes and figure out a way to maybe trigger it in regular Eldians without setting off the titan ability, the fact that Eren made it a habit to accompany Armin didn't hurt either.

Eren had grown attached to you, whenever he wasn't busy or in need of a place to hide from Captain Levi's wrath or Hange's insistence to poke and prod him, he would be hanging out around you or in your office. At one point you had to hide him under your desk when Commander Erwin stopped by to hold a meeting with you about providing first aid training to the scouts for excursions. You were always welcomed to accompany them outside the walls, but your work was enough to make you stay. You recalled the way Eren was pressed against your legs, the feel of his hands steadying himself on your calves and when your skirt had shifted up when you reached for one of the records, you felt Eren brush his fingertips along the muscle. You had stammered the rest of the meeting through and smacked him afterwards for putting you in such a compromising position. You were blushing furiously at the way he gave such a boyish grin and even that night while he walked you to your small cottage, he had a satisfied smile in place.

You always knew you liked Eren, you were also hopeful that the feeling was mutual. The both of you had grown close over the course of your stay, as the head doctor you were given your own living quarters, not too far from headquarters but not so close to the city that you would be given a hard time. Your cottage was fair in size and with the amount of income you were receiving, you were quick to furnish and decorate it to your liking. Eren had even helped by adding his own touches to the interior. The times you would go to the city with him was always met with many curious stares. Your age and gender made many turn heads when you walked in, the fact that you were the youngest and by far prettiest doctor the scouts had ever had made people naturally gravitate to you. Your ability to make friends quickly also made it that almost every weekend you were entertaining guests at your house. Sometimes it would be dinner with Sasha, Niccolo, and Connie. Other times you would be knitting and embroidering with Mikasa and Armin, there was even game nights with everyone until Jean and Eren became too competitive with one another. Other times when the higher ups had meetings (All of which you had to attend since you technically held an officer position within the military branch) you would offer your house where you all shared cups of tea and your famous baked goods. You had even seen Captain Levi grab seconds on your sugar cookies.

It was the times when Eren would swing by alone that caused your heart to flutter, he would walk you home almost every night now. At first he would find the poorest excuses to see you like needing a bandaid for his wrist from the biting (even though by the time you gave him the gauze it would be healed over completely) or try to "casually" be around the area when you would get out at three in the morning. Eventually your amusement turned to you asking him to walk you home every night under the guise that you were afraid of being targeted or hurt, even though everyone had seen you body-slam Reiner the one time he tried to hit on you when you were stitching up his eyebrow from an ugly gash. Nonetheless, Eren accepted. You would invite him in for tea every time and he would even bring you lunch on days he failed to see you in the cafeteria. It seemed like everyone under the sun knew about you and Eren's crushes on one another, so it was also a pain in the ass that neither of you had yet to make a move on one another. Even Erwin had assumed you two were together the one morning he stopped by your house on your day off to ask for your aid for a soldier who had broken their arm from a training exercise, his eyes had grown wide upon seeing you open the door in only your nightgown, you were rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you invited him in for breakfast.

Upon walking in, he immediately saw Eren exiting your bathroom in his casual jeans, his hair was wet and sticking up from the steam of the shower. Eren wasn't wearing a shirt and before Erwin could excuse himself completely you quickly explained how you hadn't wanted him to walk outside so late so he slept on your couch. You were washing his clothes and had left them out to dry and Erwin could only nod and stop himself from suggesting for Eren to bring spare clothes to yours, remembering that it wasn't his place to push or even encourage his team's doctor and titan-shifter to date even though by the way he saw you put jelly on Eren's toast while he made your cup of tea with three sugars was enough for him to almost just order the two of you to date. Instead, he gave a long rant to Levi, wondering aloud whether Eren was either oblivious to your affections or just an idiot, Levi only replied with, "Did you happen to bring any of the toast she made?"...he did and Levi later on answered, "He's just an idiot." while licking the excess jelly off his fingers.

It was another day at headquarters, the mid-summer day was hot and since the flow of traffic had been slow inside the infirmary, you found yourself mostly in the officer's lounge. You had opted to wear a long sleeve empire waist dress, the top had ruffles along your collar and the soft pink of the dress complimented your skin tone. It fell around mid-thigh and the black shoes you wore with them completed your overall look. Eren had stared at your bare legs for a while until he noted your haircut. You had only cut off the ends but your heart did a flip as you blushed from him noticing. You had been chatting with Hange about your research while Moblit spoke to Eren about the new set of routes to be taken during their next trip beyond the walls when Captain Levi walked in. Hange waved him over and he fell easily beside you.

"Hey." His arm brushing against yours and you hummed in response, leaning a bit towards him which didn't go unnoticed by Eren.

"Levi, did you take your medicine this morning?" About two weeks ago you had caught the captain asleep at his desk for the fourth time. You knew he overworked himself and refused to sleep in his bed no matter how many therapeutic pillows you got him, but while he was out like a light you decided to check his blood pressure, only to find it alarmingly high. You figured the amount of stress and cups of caffeinated tea were to blame. Levi kept in good shape, but considering his age and the fact that he never even considers laughing, you prescribed him medications to be take every morning and cut him off from his usual tea leaves. The former was easier to push as the calcium and magnesium capsules were easy to swallow, it was getting rid of all the tins in his desk that made him a bit unbearable to the new recruits.

He let out an annoyed grunt as he nodded. Your smile was soft as you put an encouraging hand on his arm and Eren was officially not listening to Moblit anymore.

"Thanks for sticking to your diet, Captain Levi. As a token of my appreciation, I got you these." You didn't let him reply, quick to act as always as you reached into the small basket you had brought and grabbed his hand to put the gray tin of loose leaves that you took out in his palm.

As usual, the captain was unfazed by your lack of appreciation for personal space. The past few weeks had done well to teach him how despite being yelled at, threatened, and even outright ignored at times, your cheeriness was impossible to diminish and you did whatever the heck you wanted even when it was at times impulsive.

"What is it?" He looked between you and the tin, the slight sneer on his upper lip making you release a giggle before you tapped the bow you tied on it.

"It's tea leaves." He raised a slim eyebrow which made you roll your eyes, "Decaffeinated tea."

"Let me guess, it tastes like shit." His eyes flickered to the purple bow, "Or it'll make me shit."

You laughed, you upper body leaning on his as you attempted to catch your breath. The joke wasn't that funny but the face he made was. You giggled as you shook your head and Hange watched in bemusement as you elaborated,

"It's the tea I always serve and judging by the three cups you had last time, I'm positive you'll like it."

Levi let out a nod, he hadn't even noticed that the tea you served had no caffeine but the heavy notes of honey in it probably explained its sweetness. He gave a quiet thank you before his scowl returned,

"So that's why I was on the crapper all night after the last meeting."

"With a potty mouth like that, it's not wonder you don't have a girlfriend." You deadpanned.

"I feel bad for the poor bastard who falls in love with you."

You let out a small tsk, smiling at him and hoping Eren heard as you said, "Well that depends if he admits he feels the same way."

Captain Levi quirked an eyebrow at you, his eyes knowing and you blushed under his stare. Your fingers fiddling behind your back and Eren hated the way Levi suddenly chuckled at you. His smile was a rarity and to have him giving it to you only meant one thing to Eren; the captain liked you.

"So there is someone you like? Who's the poor brat?"

When you were about to make another snide remark, Hange cut in and excused herself and Moblit.

"As fascinating as this is, there's a captured titan waiting my arrival and if I don't get to use this research Dr. Y/L/N just gave me before nightfall, I will lose my mind."

"I hadn't heard of us ever finding it to begin with." Levi sighed, taking a lock of your hair between his fingers and letting the curl bounce back before he excused himself to tag along with them.

"Someone's got to make sure four eyes doesn't get killed."

"That's why Moblit is going with her." You noted.

"And who do you think will make sure Moblit doesn't get killed?" He smiled once more, "Laters doc."

You waved goodbye to the three, the door clicking behind them and you turned to see Eren with his arms crossed. He was pouting like a child and you wondered what his deal was. You figured with your earlier comment, he would be over the moon to hear you hinting at liking him. You skipped up to him, getting on the tips of your toes as you poked his cheek.

"What's the matter? You look like a scolded child."

"Nothing." He muttered, looking away as his jaw clenched and you only poked him once more.

"Liar." You called him out, "Talk to me."

"You didn't answer Captain Levi's question."

You were sure that there was a giant question mark on top of your head, the gear in your mind shifting as you tried to recall what the captain asked before your mouth opened in realization. You couldn't help but smile as you looked down at Eren's shoes and he only seemed to grow angrier as he watched you blush.

"About my crush? Oh! Well I wouldn't call him a brat, but I guess his attitude could often warrant that title. He's got this sort of this determined mentality that I guess some people can find...overbearing." You played with the cuff of your dress, "But I personally find it charming."

"So he's charming?"

You hummed as you smiled, "He's a bit rough around the edges, but he always means well. He's easy on the eyes too. Got really nice hair and pretty colored eyes that makes me swoon around him. Not to mention his body looks like Zeus could be his father." To add emphasis, your body leaned side to side as you laughed.

Eren snorted, his eyes rolling as he thought of any guy he knew that was like you described. All he could think of was Captain Levi and Erwin. He hated to think of Levi as charming, but he was rough all around. Erwin had eyes that Historia had once described as pretty, but to think of you being attracted to someone as old as him made his stomach flip.

"Want to head back to my office?" You suggested, not wanting to leave Eren's side until he figured it out but also not wanting to stick around in case other officers walked in. You got a stiff nod and wanted to giggle when Eren still opened the door for you. As the both of you walked through the large building, you added a hop to your step as you continued,

"He's also such a gentleman. He respects me, he's never intimidated by my sharp wit, always opens doors for me, waits until I'm sitting before he starts eating, and he almost seems proud of me being a doctor. He's just so understanding and sure of himself as a man that I guess the idea of having a girlfriend in my position would never make him feel inferior." You turned to look at Eren sideways and noticed his shoulders hunched, you knew it was cruel how you kept teasing him but were hopeful that it would click for him soon, so you went on.

"Wow, sounds like a real keeper." He grumbled, now thinking of Jean or even Connie. Armin was too occupied with Annie and Reiner was too obsessed with Historia to hang around you. There was no way Beruto/Borrito/Bertoto would catch your eye as you had made it a point to always get his name wrong, but Connie made you laugh and Jean was always extra nice to you.

"I'm telling you, I think he's perfect. He's dependable, strong, and we share so many of the same ideas. I could talk to him for hours and never be bored and when I'm not with him, I feel...sad. I just constantly want to be by his side and if I'm not I want him to be thinking about me because that's exactly what I do."

You both entered your office, you walked up to your desk as you spoke, turning around and leaning against it to look at Eren. He had closed your door a little harder than necessary, the wood shaking against the frame as he crossed his arms and leaned his back on the door. He looked downright irritated and you bit your lip to keep from laughing.

"So why haven't you told him?"

You shrugged, "I think I've been pretty obvious about it, I'm always smiling when he's in the room, I always want to be with him, there's never a day where we don't walk together. I even wore this dress for him today."

You waved down at your figure, Eren's eyes looked over you twice and you jumped up on your desk, your thighs parting as you let the short skirt cover your panties and barely cover the tops of your thighs.

"I'm sure he'll love it." Eren spit out.

"I don't know..." You tilted your head, "Do you?"

Eren pushed himself off the door, going to your bookcase and letting his fingers brush the spines of the books, "It doesn't matter what I think. I'm not Mr. Pretty eyes. Sounds like a simpleton to me."

You let out an actual deep sigh and Eren met you with furrowed brows.

"What?"

"You're so fucking dense, Eren."

"What did I say?" He threw his hands up, "Just because I called him simple? I'm so sorry I don't care to hear you go on and on about this guy. I never thought I'd see you bend over backwards for some guy who opens doors for you. I thought you would have higher standards than that."

You let out a snort, "Keep talking Yeager, and I just might higher them."

"I mean I never thought looks would be so important to you. It's so-"

"So what?" Your tongue had a sharp edge that did not go unnoticed by Eren. He stood only a few feet from your desk, but you saw the awkward shift in his posture.

"Shallow." He spit out.

"Excuse me?" You gave him a look that said if he wouldn't apologize in the next ten seconds, he would surely live to regret it.

"What I mean is...what guy could possibly have this head over heels and you're just now telling me? I thought...I thought we-" He stopped, looking to the side and you relaxed before saying,

"We what, Eren?"

"I thought we had something special." He muttered. He looked to see your mouth opened in a small gasp and he began to turn to exit when you quietly beckoned him over.

"Eren...come here."

"No, I should g-"

"Please." You begged and the look in your eyes brought him to stand in front of you. Your hands reached for his shirt, yanking him forward and you hooked your legs around his calves. Eren gaped at you, not knowing what to do and say as you put one hand on his shoulder and the other cupped his cheek.

"You are such a dumbass." You laughed, "The person I've been going on and on about, that simpleton you bashed, is you. It's always been you, Eren."

It was like watching a light flicker on very very slowly, but once it was on you watched as embarrassment flooded Eren. His smile was sheepish and stupid as he stuttered over his words. His hands rested on your hips and you stroked his face from his temple to jaw as you asked,

"Do you maybe feel the same way?"

You didn't get a verbal answer, the sudden kiss Eren laid on you was an answer enough. His lips were soft and warm as they moved against your own, his tongue enveloped yours and you felt him lean more onto you. The moan that slipped out his mouth when you bit his bottom lip made something tighten in your stomach.

When you two finally broke apart you didn't miss the trail of saliva that connected the two of you and you whimpered for more. The second kiss was heavier, a clash of teeth and tongues as Eren feverishly wrestled to touch you everywhere his hands could reach. You felt him press against your core, the loud gasp you let out made him look at you in concern.

"Sorry, sorry. I'll stop if you want me to."

You shook your head as you met those green eyes that held you captive since day one, "More. I want more."

The smirk was something you had never seen, his eyes became half-lidded as Eren kissed your nose. Then your chin, then your neck. When he reached your collar, his finger hooked onto the top of your dress, pulling the fabric down as he kissed just above your breast.

"She wants more." He said to himself, the soft rasp in his voice made you attempt to close your legs. His hands pushed what little that had covered your legs up and Eren's fingers brushed your core.

The jump you gave made his smirk grow, "I haven't even touched you yet."

He saw the small patch of dampness on your panties, and before you could ask him what he was doing, you let out a sharp gasp when his fingers pushed the fabric to the side and he plunged two fingers into your pussy.

The moan he ripped from you was like music to his ears and as he began to slowly pump his fingers in and out he watched as your face became hot and red. It was uncomfortable as first, you could even say it hurt but that didn't stop you from rocking your hips up to meet his eager hands. You weren't entirely prepared as you felt a bit tense as Eren kissed your neck, the suckling on your flesh making small breathy whimpers leave your mouth. His other hand's fingers hovered over the buttons on the back of your dress and his eyes asked for permission as he glanced up at you.

A small tentative nod was all he received before he took out his hand from between your legs, his tongue skillfully licking the digits cleaned and you didn't think you would find such an act so erotic. You arm hooked around his neck as you brought him down to a kiss, you could taste yourself on his lips as he kissed you back eagerly, his fingers skillfully working the buttons on your dress and you wondered for a brief moment if he had ever done such an act before. You pushed the thoughts away, not wanting to lose focus or confidence while in the middle of being with Eren by letting unnecessary insecure creep into your heart. As if being able to read your mind, Eren said-

"Stop being in your head," A hard kiss against your lips, "Be here with me."

His nose rubbed sweetly against yours, fingers tilting your head up as you gave a hesitant nod. Your eyes wanted to focus anywhere but his eyes and you could felt warmth spread across your cheeks when the sleeves of your dress fell down your arms. The idea of letting Eren see all of you was as exciting as it was nerve-wrecking, the most he ever saw was your legs and back from that one time you walked out of the bath in only a towel. Seeing him shirtless was not new but you still felt your breath catch in your throat as you watched him yank the material off. Your hands explored the newly exposed skin, fingers dipping in every curve of muscle and your hand rested just above the waistband of his jeans. You noticed his breathing grow heavy, Eren's head falling forward on your exposed shoulder where you felt him nip and suck on the soft flesh. You returned the favor by kissing him on the chest, your eyes still casted downwards as you fumbled with the buckle on his belt, you let out a small curse from how hard your hands were shaking and Eren placed a gentle hand on top of yours, his eyes alight with amusement as his lips curved into a soft smile.

"Baby, relax." He murmured, he pushed your hands aside as he took over the task. You let out a deep breath as you heard the sound of his zipper being tugged down and you decided to be bold. You lowered the upper half of your dress, the cotton falling off your arms with ease and you blushed furiously once you remembered that you hardly ever wore bras and today was no different.

Your nipples were taut as you shivered from the cold air in your office and Eren stared at you in wonder his eyes raking your body as you looked to the side and brought your bottom lip in between your teeth.

"Fuck, can I touch you?" Eren blurted, his hands still near his trousers and you giggled when he added a last second, "Please."

Nodding, you figured it was time to stop feeling so shy. You had been dreaming about this moment for months, yet as the man you loved stood before you, eager to be with you, all you could think about was how scared you were that you wouldn't be enough to satisfy him.

One more glance at the way he watched you was enough for you to think, If he really didn't, he wouldn't be looking at me as if I put all the stars in the sky.

You felt the second wind of confidence hit you and you took Eren by surprise as you hooked your fingers on his belt loops and tugged the fabric down. You palmed him through the thin material of his briefs and his hips jerked from the contact before he melted against you. Lowering the elastic, your small hand wrapped itself around his shaft and you took a moment to admire his dick. It was something new and foreign to you, for a moment you wondered if all male penises looked like that but you pushed that thought aside as you found yourself not really wanting to ever know, as long as Eren's would be the only one you saw. You hand moved up and down, your thumb brushing across his tip as you swiped some of the liquid leaking out to use as lube.

You knew he was a few inches above average, the thickness was also enough to make you worry for a moment whether he would be able to fit in you as his fingers struggling to push inside of you were of any indication of how tight your body was. Either way you were determined to satisfy the both of you, the idea of him using you and watching his face come apart as he milked himself dry using only your pussy had your head feeling fuzzy with want. He rested his head on you, causing your body to lean back and you pressed one palm on your desk behind you and the other jerked him off a bit sloppily. His moans filled the space of your office, you secretly prayed to the gods that the scouts could be smart enough for once to not be injured or to be able to at least handle it themselves and your eyes flickered to the door for a moment.

"Eren," You murmured to the shell of his ear, his heavy breaths fanning across the span of your chest and you felt both your bodies getting hot. "The door, we need to lock the door."

His groan was the only response you got as he trailed kisses up your neck and shoulder, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes, he was such a guy sometimes. You began to lower yourself from the desk before his hand on your leg suddenly halted your movements and he gave you a lazy smile, his half lidded eyes softly rolling as he let out an obnoxious groan of annoyance.

"I'll do it." He didn't even bother to tuck himself back into his briefs, his dick fully erect as he made way to your door. You felt your hand falling to your side and you bit your lip as you thought about what you wanted to do twice before letting your own hand push the fabric of your underwear to the side once more. You rubbed at your clit lazily as you softly moaned, your eyes closing at the sensation and you smiled when you heard the soft, "Shit." coming from a few feet ahead of you. Eren's eyes were transfixed on you, the way your head rolled back as your moans became louder and higher pitched was making him painfully hard and he wanted-no needed to be inside of you before he was sure he would come right then and there.

Your eyes were still closed when you felt him settle between your legs once more, eyes hazy and smile lazy as you felt him tug your panties down your legs. Your ass lifted briefly to help and you giggled when he grunted in annoyance from having to shuffle backwards to slip them off completely. He laughed with you as his hand cupped you by your jaw, lips finding yours in a tender kiss and the hand that had been rubbing at your clit was used to steady yourself by his shoulder. His muscles flexed under your touch and your breaths intermingled as he stared at you with such an intensity that you felt your stomach flip. You looked down to where he rubbed his length along your folds and gulped.

"I-I'm nervous." You admitted, cheeks blushing and Eren kissed your temple.

"It's okay, I'll take care of you. Do you trust me?" You gasped at the intensity in his eyes, Eren Yeager was one who never beat around the bush and you felt tears pool around your eyes as you nodded. Everything leading up to this moment overwhelmed you suddenly, losing your family, gaining your dream job, becoming independent so quickly, and falling in love with a man who turned into what so many feared but who let you place` flower crowns on his head during tea parties. He continued to maintain eye contact with you, your lips parting and eyes partly closing as he began to push past your labia. It all felt too much, but you wouldn't want to be anywhere else in that exact moment Eren pressed his tip into your passageway. There was a bit of resistance and the guttural moan he released made your eyes widen in an audible gasp, he looked ethereal with reddened cheeks, a slacked opened jaw, eyes that looked close to tears, and thin layer of sweat making his dark brown locks stick to his forehead.

He pushed another inch in, trying his best to not act too quickly or too harshly. All he wanted to do was fucking ruin you. Mark you as his by impregnating you and watching as you took every drop of his semen. It seemed you wanted it too as your hips jerked forward and took in another inch.

"Eren, please." You had no idea what you were asking for, he was being slow and gentle and as much as you appreciated his mindfulness, it had been six long months and if you had to go through another night of humping your pillow or rubbing one out with only fantasies of Eren touching you (Sometimes even Levi, depending on how much alcohol you had consumed) you were gong to scream.

Another inch and a deep chuckle was his response. Your eyes were set ablaze as the realization that he was teasing you.

"Please what baby?"

"Give it to me." You whispered, your hand tugging at his hair harshly and the hiss of pain he released was simultaneous when he completely thrusted his entire length into you. Your thighs jerked at the sudden intrusion and the cry you let out was loud enough that if anybody were nearby, the would have assumed someone struck you. Your hand smacked against his chest, your breath ragged as you attempted to give Eren an angry glance but your pussy betrayed you as it clenched hard around him.

You both released a gasp when Eren fully bottomed out inside you. His hips flush against your parted thighs and your foreheads pressed against one another, lips brushing but not kissing yet as you two came to terms of what was being done. You and Eren were one, there was no going back from what was about to transpire and you silently prayed that he wouldn't regret it later.

"Stop being in your head," He murmured against your mouth, eyes looking into yours, "Be here..."

He gave a heavenly thrust and you felt his arms wrap themselves around your waist as he forced you to fall back onto your desk with a small uff and your hands fell onto his shoulders. Your legs locked around his waist and the new angle caused him to be deeper inside you, but he continued to stare at your with that same admiration from that day he had met you.

"With me."

You nodded slowly, kissing Eren for what felt like the first time. A bit shyly and unsure as your mouth moved against his slowly, you savored the taste of tea and something sweet from his tongue and you let one of your hands hold him by his face as the other found solace in his hair.

Eren began to thrust into you, the rhythm a bit off at first as you two tried to find what worked and when he dipped his hips a little and heard the string of filthy words leaving your mouth, he gave a knowing smirk.

"Hmm, right there princess?"

You panted, your tongue lolling out as his began to go faster. One of your hands shot out to the side to brace yourself on something when Eren began to fuck you harder and instead you turned to see you hand knocked your bottle of ink over, the deep blue liquid was spilling everywhere but before you could let your brain process the mess, Eren began to suck on the flesh of your neck that you exposed when you moved your head. You moaned as you closed your eyes at the overwhelming sensations of it all, your hands grabbing at the muscles in his back and you arched your own and pressed your chest into him.

"Oh fuck," Eren moaned out, "This pussy is so good. You're taking me so well, princess."

"Yeah?" You panted out, "Going to cum in me, baby?"

Eren picked himself up on his forearms, too preoccupied with how pretty your tits looks bouncing with each thrust to notice the your hair was sprawled all over and the upper part of his arm was touching something wet, he figured it was the sweat you two were producing with your coupling.

"I'm gonna get you pregnant, make you mine forever."

"I'm yours!" You screamed as his hips slammed particularly harder down onto your own.

"Choke me, make me a mommy, cum in me, just please don't stop fucking me." You cried out, and a new sort of excitement showed in his eyes, his hand cupped just below your jaw and the light pressure he put on you made you moan louder.

The sounds of skin smacking, panting breaths, and heavy moans filled the air. Eren coaxing you to come all over his dick as you begged him to not pull out of you echoed of the walls of your office. You went on like that for a good while and you giggled in realization that your silent wish for everyone to leave the two of you alone for a while had come true.

Unbeknownst to you two, there had almost been three interruptions. The first being Captain Levi who wanted to ask if mixing his blood pressure medicine with wine would be too dangerous, but when he heard you scream he almost barged in before the unmistakable moan that followed made him fully come to a halt. He didn't even think twice about what was transpiring, briefly remembering that Eren was in fact with you this morning before quickly turning around and hauled ass as far from the hallway as he could. He wasn't sure where he was heading before he stumbled into Erwin's office, the commander looking up to see his captain look like he just ran a marathon.

"Levi? You look like you just saw a ghost?" His eyebrows creased, "Are you okay?"

"Yeager isn't as dense as we thought."

Eren stood to his full height, grabbing at your ankles and moving your legs onto his shoulders to they were fully parallel to his body. You let out another giggle at how your ankles were now on either side of his head, but the small kiss he gave your right one made you let out a noise of adoration. He gripped your hips, smiling as he noted the streaks of something blue all over your chest and neck but decided against telling you as your pussy began to pulsate around him. There was no way in hell he was going to stop you from orgasming.

The second time was Sasha and Connie as they wanted to ask if eating candies with the wrapper still on was anything they needed to worry about, but the sounds of your desk scraping across the floor with Eren commending you for being a good girl and taking him so well made the both of them stare at each other with wide eyes. The "Huh?"'s they exchanged were amusing to anyone else and Sasha grabbed Connie by the collar before they hightailed out of there. Connie wanting to see if Eren had really been capable of pulling you and Sasha calling it bullshit and stating that the real reason was that he wanted to see you naked.

His thrusts became wild and sloppy, the slushing sounds you two were making was the hottest sounds you ever heard. You held onto his wrists, your smile wide and beautiful and Eren knew he wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer.

"I'm not gonna last long," He let you know, you nodded as you reached down to rub your clit in circles.

"Fuck, you look so hot." He blurted, his cheeks a deeper red and you gave him another soft smile.

"Thanks, baby. You too." His abs were going to be the death of you and you hoped you would get the chance to suck him off later to lick them one by one in foreplay.

You felt him begin to twitch in you and you knew you were so close, your rubbing speeding up as Eren's thrusts were becoming more sporadic. The way his eyes began to roll upwards had you chanting,

"I'm-I'm cumming!" Your moan was breathy and high as you felt your release overwhelm your senses, you felt euphoria as you moaned so loud that Jean and Floch who didn't believe Connie when he said that Eren had managed to bed you stared at each other with wide eyes and gaped mouths as they stood outside your door. Their cheeks red as they rushed down the hallway as if their asses were on fire, not even halfway down the stairs when they felt their collars yanked at so harshly they almost trampled down, Captain Levi's glare knowing as he began to reprimand them for being nosy pricks.

Eren's cock dove into you hard and you felt him pulsate as he shot long ropes of cum into you, his essence overflowing as he filled you to the brim and painted your insides white.

His moan was unbelievably loud and low, the "I love you." That followed didn't go unnoticed by you and the smile he gave, made you realize how much he meant it.

"I love you." Your answered back, he pushed your thighs to your chest when he lowered himself to kiss you. His cock softening inside you and he slowed his thrusts down and milked himself dry. He tapped his tip on your sensitive clit, making sure he was empty before tucking himself back into his boxers and jeans. The creampie in you was beginning to ooze out and he used his two fingers to push it back in, your hips bucking at the intrusion and you whined about your sensitivity.

You sat up, your hand going to fix your hair, only groaning slightly when you felt the ink on some strands already drying. You huffed before jumping down and fixing your dress. Eren was putting his shirt back on, his back slightly turned to you and your eyes widened in embarrassment at seeing the blue ink in what was obviously your finger prints streaked all over. You looked down and saw that it had well faded from your hands, transferring to your lover who put on his jacket. You shrugged, figuring no one would see it and you could wash your hands later. Your hair would be a bit tricky to explain but you would be home to shower soon anyway, which reminded you-

"Do you want to stay over tonight?" You blurted, scaring Eren as his eyes widened, you bit the inside of your cheek and fumbled with your fingers.

He smiled, walking up to you and kissing you on the lips before replying, "I would love to. I have to do some work today, and pack an overnight bag but I'll be home by dinner." His eyes looked you over, stifling a laugh when he saw the marks of blue ink on your neck, debating on telling you but not being able to deny how cute they looked on you, a gentle reminder of what happened just moments ago and an odd turn on for him to think of it as him marking you as his, the lovebite also on the side making him watch you with love.

You nodded before giving a follow-up question, "Chicken or fish?"

"Fish." He nodded, you grabbed a few papers from your desk drawer and Eren asked if you were all set before taking your hand into his as the two of you began to walk out the office, you mentioned having to speak to Erwin about the cadet recovering from a broken limb and Eren listened patiently, your hands swinging in between the two of you and you both relished at how easy it felt to transition into a life of domestication together. He walked you to Erwin's office, his knuckles knocking on the door before a loud, "One minute!" replied.

You both shared a look of confusion before shrugging and stepping to the side. You fixing his hair and Eren's hand resting on top of your hips when the office door opened. You both turned to see Jean and Floch who sported sullen faces, their arms swinging in front of them as if they were children just denied a cone of ice cream.

"Boys?" You called, your free hand interlocking with Eren who stood in place as you took a step toward the pair. "Everything alright?"

They looked between you and Eren, Jean seeing the ink marks on your neck and seeing Eren's hair haphazard was enough to make him look to the floor, his cheeks reddening and Eren could only smirk. Floch was the opposite, he couldn't take his eyes off you as his face held a permanent grimace and you wondered if he was constipated.

"Baby," Eren called, tugging you back to him and Jean scoffed, Possessive ass is already showing her off. He thought to himself.

"They just got yelled at by Erwin, whatever they did was obviously bad, just leave them be."

You nodded in understanding, giving them a comforting smile and Floch didn't miss the knowing look in Eren's eyes.

"Sorry to hear about that. If you two ever need anything, you know where my office is."

"Yeah, that's the problem." Captain Levi's voice came from the doorway. Jean and Floch mumbled a quick goodbye before scurrying away and you couldn't help but fall into deeper confusion.

The captain and Eren exchanged looks before Eren bent to kiss your cheek.

"I got to go. I'll see you later, princess." You blushed at the nickname and public display, murmuring a soft okay in reply as your boyfriend? walked away from you.

You gave Levi a smile which he didn't return, you didn't miss the small blush on his cheeks and you figured it was from seeing such intimacy from Eren. You were almost positive Levi was still a virgin. Walking into Erwin's office, you all but skipped the man's desk, falling beside him and giving him a bright smile which he returned.

"Hey Erwin, just wanted to update you on the cadet's recovery plan. He should be back in training in a few months if he listens to my instructions, think you can help me?"

"Sure what do you need?"

"Well, I'd need you to sign these release forms first." You shrugged putting the papers in front of him, you looked at his desk and grabbed the pen, "Where's your ink?"

The chuckle the two men gave you made your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"What?"

"Seems like you're wearing it, Doc." Levi's eyes flickered to your neck.

You let out a gasp and your hands slapped to cover you and the laughs that followed only made you blush furiously.

Dammit, You thought, Eren you idiot.

[rumblelibrary]

I was listening to Dust to Dust by The Civil Wars and it came to my mind that this song would be a great source of inspiration for a headcanon for Modern!Laszlo Kreizler. What do you think?

What me? Crying my eyes out??? How did you know?

The night was happy and light, the chorus of laughter that bursted around him made his lips twitch instinctively into a tensed smile.

A sense of emptiness pervading him, a sense of loss even though in the happiest of times: the case was solved, the disappeared child was back.

The joyous parents kissing those puffy cheeks, Sara sipping her wine and darting engaging looks at John. Laszlo scratched his cheek lightly as he observed them, he didn’t need all those degrees to see what was bare in front of his eyes. His soft scratching was a mix between a show of tension and a reassurance to himself.

After all that running around, fear of finding the corpse of a child, after all that begging and researching and striving.

Then why happiness didn’t hit him? Why there was no relief?

He knew the truth, but the reality of things was that he wasn’t ready to admit it.

“Already going away?” John asked him as he picked up his coat from the chair where he abandoned it.

“Yes, I have an early round of appointments tomorrow”

“We couldn’t have done it without your insight” John insisted. To celebrate in the conference room of the police station just showed how much the happy ending of such a potential tragedy struck everyone.

Laszlo’s eyes darted slowly over the happy family in the corner, the father holding the baby daughter kissing her cheeks as the mother kept a steady hand on her small back, her smile was everything that a sight should be graced of: fullness, undivided love and tenderness.

“I know” Laszlo said only making John huff and chuckle joking that he is humble as always. Laszlo only smiled holding the coat under his arm as he gave him a nod and left.

Only once he was out he realised he came in John’s car, so he resumed to walk his way home, he needed some fresh air.

He never regretted his divorce, he was dragging a dead horse. His ex wife hated the guts of him and he never realised how much he didn’t trust her until the time to get parted came. Until he saw how many times he closed, how many times he felt that she was there to hurt him and, ultimately, she did when the right time came.

He brought it upon himself, that’s what he kept saying.

He tried, but not hard enough, he offered his heart but her pain was so vivid back then that he wondered did he ever gave it all? Or maybe he just believed it, he believed to have done it.

The happy smile of the woman that just had her baby back kept hunting him, the unfiltered happiness they felt caused him a primal form of envy that he refused to acknowledge to himself.

The soft tug on his back woke him from his trail of thoughts. Hand pulling his shirt shooting him back to reality.

A lone man walking home with the damn expensive watch he wore, any other person would have been worried.

And yet, when he turned around and saw you he was the worried one, like you just pointed a gun at him. He opened his mouth lightly but didn’t speak up.

“John told me you left, I hoped to catch up on you”

The way you spoke, the way you smiled, the little huffing in your breath showing you run after him. This is so wrong. He kept telling himself.

He just, he didn’t deserve this, the way you looked at him.

You’re just good at crushing anyone else Laszlo.

The words of his ex engraved onto his mind more than he would ever admit.

“I was just going home”

“Are you close?”

“Yes”

You looked at him with a soft sigh veiled by a smile, like you were dealing with some stubborn child.

“May I walk with you?”

“If you like”

“I do”

He titled his head down looking up at your frame, the way you looked at him teasing something inside him, something that was scratching, a loud white noise in the back of his head that you made audible.

He moved on side as you positioned yourself on his right.

You didn’t speak as you just walked with him, he didn’t talk either.

A shiver run through him, a sense of nervousness pervading him as his street got nearer after every step.

“You should go home, I mean, it is already late, I could call you a taxi”

“Do you really want to get rid of me, don’t you?”

He didn’t answer, because the answer was yes.

He needed to keep you far from him, since he met you your presence was both joy and pain to his eyes.

You sparked a new light, you opened his mind, got his interest. Hearing you talk, watching you move, even the smallest quirks and the little pet peeves of you. Everything was entertaining to him. He felt this need, the need to get under your skin, both mentally and physically. He wondered how it is to blend against your body, to kiss your lips, to taste your tears and your skin. He wondered if you cry while watching sad films, if you have childhood fears, if you talk in your sleep. He wondered if you ever found him attractive, if you’d refrain from his touch, if your kisses begin slow or passionate.

The truth was that he was the one not ready for you, he was the one afraid to let you touch him, to be bare with someone once again.

“I live here” He said noticing the apartments building standing on his left.

You looked up at it and smirked as it was an old building, one of those that survived after hundreds of restyling and it ket this old beginning of 1900 kind of feeling.

“Can I come in?”

“You’re shameless” he said as he indeed was admiring your persistence.

“Also that”

He looked at you for a moment, you didn’t blink away, not even for a second.

Just leave, please, just go away, stay with me, no go, better if you go.

He kept debating inside himself as you waited silently.

“I can’t do this”

You leaned your head on side at his words, you waited for him to explain himself.

“This thing, I mean, I can’t really get anyone in my apartment, alright? It is still a work in progress”

“You have done fooling me around with your excuses Laszlo” you said to him “you can’t take decisions for me and you won’t”

“I am not good at this, I will just hurt you, I am good at the beginnings but I just fail with time, I get sloppy, I won’t be a good choice on the long run”

“Laszlo” you interrupted his rambling as he stared at you. His eyes were begging you, begging you not to force him into this.

“Stop it now” you took a step forward as the space between you two closed abruptly, he felt the warmth radiating from you, the way your eyes shone for him, a sense of being lost and found taking over him, the unreasonable fear of something happening at that ungodly hour, like the building falling, anything, something that will ruin this moment.

“Aren’t you tired?”

You asked it so simply and yet he felt like he was the child that got lost in the night and was now being found again.

He parted his lips, eyes erratically escaping yours as he looked for any word, any excuse, any reason.

“Terribly”

He just said it as your hand gently raised, it was a slow movement like you were about to touch some frightened animal.

His eyes were fixed onto yours as your fingertips traced his cheek and up his temple. Your hand was a little cold against his skin, yet warm into your intentions. He leaned forward slowly pressing his forehead against yours.

“I can’t do this to you”

You smiled as your hand gently moved down his neck giving him a soft caress.

“You have been lonely for too long” you whispered.

He opened his eyes slowly, dark lids blinking into yours as his jaw tightened, a little redness forming as he tried to conceal the emotions running through him.

“Don’t let me hurt you”

“You won’t”

“I will”

“Then I’ll be there” you just said “I’ll be there for you, for us”

He shivered closing the space between the two of you with a sealing kiss, the push that got through him, like his whole body rebelled his mind, made him crush you against the heavy bricks of the entrance.

You could almost sense the immediate regret he felt, but you tugged him in, you pulled him closer as your lips sweetened the kiss from its initial desperation.

There was no pain in what it was about to begin and you wanted him to feel it.

You had no fear, no fear of the empty dark spaces of his mind, of the loneliness of his soul or the searing pain of his past.

You watched him consume himself for too long.

The time of excuses was over, and as your hands cupped his cheeks and whispered softly to him he could almost feel the abrupt silence of his mind after the loud noise of you tearing down his first defence wall fainted into that kiss.

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[that-was-anticlimactic]

sk8 headcanons because i am Bored

autistic langa likes frozen fruit a lot—strawberries are his favorite—because he likes the cool texture

reki has lip freckles that really stand out after he’s been in the sun a lot ! there’s like four or five of them :)

just thinking about “all those friday nights / under the lights / under the bleachers together / you and i were meant to be something more than a faded memory / till you and i / something divided us” but matchablossom,,,

“but i’ve already lost it once / what i already won / i’ve lost too much now to care / but i know that something’s still there” ,,, matchablossom,,, ahhhhh

miya and shadow being besties,,, shadow being miya’s parental figure and miya being his adopted nb child,,,

shadow being the first person miya comes out as nonbinary to,,,

adam going to jail,,,

reki having a stuffed animal collection and letting miya name some and then realizing that miya never had a stuffed animal growing up so reki gives miya one of his older ones that he loved as a child and then buys them a new one too… and miya asks reki to name it for them because sentiments,,,

after seeing the girl he had a crush on kiss someone else, shadow takes out his feelings on the only thing he knows how to—skating at s but he’s not in a good mind and he feels sick because he thought he thought he thought he had a chance and he doesn’t pay close enough attention and gets hurt and miya calls him an idiot and patches him up and shadow feels like a kid again but it’s kind of nice to have someone else actually help with his wounds instead of just attempting to wash them and then cover them with makeup by himself,,,

joe and shadow bonding over hating the feeling of loneliness so they make up for it the only way they know how which is being loud and being extra because they don’t feel as lonely if they’re loud

reki, miya, and cherry = adhd club

cherry and reki drawing together… and reki teaching cherry how to be more loose and carefree when he draws and cherry teaching reki how to add more structure to his art,,,

langa stealing and wearing reki’s headbands,,,

langa with glasses

reki’s sisters doing cherry and joe’s hair,,, or even reki, langa, and miya doing their hair and shadow just watches and takes pictures and reki puts cherry’s hair in fishtails because he had practice with his sisters and cherry secretly likes it (and so does joe) and miya and langa just. completely messing up joe’s hair and putting hair clips in it and langa attempts a ponytail kind of like how cherry does his hair at s (and no cherry did Not find it very attractive shut up)

shadow being a scrapbooker and having like ten scrapbooks from his life,,,

shadow not being as good of an artist as cherry or reki but he does it because he enjoys it and when cherry and reki find out they invite him to draw with them

the crew / sk8 fam all going to shadow’s house and doing a couple scrapbook pages together and it’s a mess but it’s them and it’s one of shadow’s favorite pages because he’s never scrapbooked with anyone before

langa is just naturally beautiful and photogenic so the art squad always asks him to model for them if they want to draw people

joe has depression because i want him to

and shadow has anxiety

because i do Not want any of them to be neurotypical

yeah so joe has depression, shadow has anxiety, cherry has add and anxiety, miya had adhd and separation anxiety, langa is autistic, reki has tourette’s and adhd and depression ✌🏻

when miya gets old enough, shadow gets them a part time job at the flower shop

miya likes a lot of pillows

langa sleeps with no pillows (unless reki is partially his pillow)

thinking about after reki’s second beef with adam,,, joe after he tells adam off and they’re away from the crowd, he passes out because let’s be real—there is absolutely no way he didn’t get injured and the worse one is probably a broken nose and a huge gash at the back of his head with like skin peeling and stuff like need stitches so the gang all goes to cherry’s and they help patch reki up

somewhere in that time the love hotel gets brought up and by extension getting hit by the car and getting beat up and joe and shadow are on the verge of slamming their heads against the wall at reki’s nonchalantness

and reki’s p injured so he’s laying in the couch with his head resting in langa’s lap,,,

joe tells everyone embarrassing cherry stories from school like all the time (but joe was a foolish child so cherry gets revenge)

miya likes crime documentaries

joe unironically watched supernatural and that’s part of the reason why he and cherry broke up

(maybe joe just thought dean was attractive—sue him!)

lol wait what if cherry sued adam to pay for reki’s medical bills since they inevitably had to take him to the hospital

cherry constantly tells joe that he will sue him

joe may unironically watched spn, but cherry unironically watched glee

langa wrote destiel fanfiction once upon a time

langa wrote cas bakes dean a pie--

miya is carla’s favorite (after cherry)

cherry and langa with weighted blankets also

sometimes reki steals langa’s but only if he stays the night or langa brings it over and usually if he “steals” it, it’s them sharing it or reki needs the comfort of the weight if he’s not having a good time mentally lol

joe with depression,,, i just think about that a lot sometimes,,, sometimes cooking feels meaningless and, like langa, he only feels something when he skates but it’s only this temporary feeling of joy and life,,,

and shadow with anxiety,,, over-compensating his anxiety by being shadow at night and being over the top and sometimes mean because internalized ableism,,, and if he pretends he doesn’t have anxiety then maybe he won’t feel it late at night or when everything seems to go wrong during a shift at work and he keeps dropping flowers because his hands are shaking and girls don’t like guys with anxiety, right ??? so shadow thinks that he CAN’T have anxiety :/// poor dude

miya with separation anxiety pushing people away before they get attached because if they push them away before they become friends, then they wouldn’t be able to leave them,,,

langa always bouncing his foot in class and all the time because it’s his main form of stimming (look at that boy and try to tell me he doesn’t bounce his legs like there’s no tomorrow i dare you) and sometimes it makes his legs sore and cherry and joe once recommended using a heating pad if it got really sore and langa does sometimes and it makes him happy

reki with ts having anxiety when he has to speak in front of the class / do presentations because he’s hyper-aware of his tics,,, so he always meets langa’s eyes and watches langa the whole time and langa sometimes mimes taking deep breaths which really helps but honestly just seeing langa makes reki feel like he can do anything (because he would do anything for langa)

cherry doodling to stim as a child and always getting in trouble for it because teachers used to like get pissed when students doodled (or maybe they still do and it’s just always been pissy teachers and not specifically teachers when our parents were kids) and eventually cherry got fed up with getting points docked for doodling so he started writing lists and stuff and been realized he had impeccable handwriting (also joe let cherry doodle on his hand during classes they had together so cherry wouldn’t get in trouble)

cherry once had a dream that he was rachel berry and joe was finn uhh *insert last name here* from glee and joe had a beautiful voice when they sang duets in his dream so he managed to convince joe to sing in reality and turns out joe cannot sing and cherry’s glee dreams were never the same (look i am tired lol)

joe likes being the strong one in the group and he enjoys being able to mess around / show off by just casually picking people up (he also does it as an expression of love because they’re basically hugs depending on how he holds you) and one day cherry is like… done with it ??? and just strolls up to joe and just throws him over his shoulder or something and joe combusts because he did Not know cherry can do that and no his face isn’t red shut up he doesn’t find this attractive what’re you talking about

miya wants a sword and keeps trying to convince everyone to get them one for their birthday but no one will agree because ‘they’ll hurt themselves and everyone else it does not matter that all your favorite characters have swords that does not mean You should have one’

langa is the kind of person that puts peanut butter on a cheeseburger

reki’s love language is a mix of gift giving and acts of service, but he tends to lean more towards giving gifts. his receiving love language is words of affirmation but he does Not know that yet (langa does—hence his constant “you’re amazing, reki”—and eventually so does the rest of their gang lol)

shadow likes theatre

miya has internet friends,,, so does cherry,,,

joe posts those affirmations on his story all the time

reki’s texts are sometime hard to read because a) his hands get injured a lot and b) tourette’s but langa (and soon the others) learn how to read reki texts

langa sleeps with a fan on for white noise

shadow was worried (and feeling a little left out but if he doesn’t acknowledge it, then that emotion is not real… that’s how that works, right???) since he was in the hospital when reki skated against adam the second time, so when they all went back to cherry’s to tend to reki’s numerous wounds and also celebrate friendship, miya kept shadow on a face time call the entire evening

langa has an android phone

reki is super comfortable with periods because he lives with five girls—he also usually has a couple of pads and tampons on him at all times because he’s the older sibling lol

langa wears socks with sandals,,, so does shadow,,,

shadow’s feet get cold easily so he wears fluffy socks a lot

cherry keeps his fingernails at the perfect length to dramatically tap them against the table (also to freak people out by doing that)

miya is Not a morning person

miya also likes having the windows to shadow’s car rolled up because their hair gets in their face otherwise but shadow likes them down so it’s this constant struggle

i still stand by cherry suing ad*m and using the money he won to pay for reki’s medical bills (… and shadow’s… and langa’s if he needs any)

i just feel like many people have reason to sue ad*m

ponytail langa rights

joe had really bad acne as a child and teen and cherry helped him feel less self-conscious about it and helped him embrace having acne and that’s one reason why he exposes so much skin as joe because it’s a reminder of personal growth <3

also joe has acne scars on his chin and cheeks

joe has cherry’s calligraphy all over his walls

ik i already said so in reki with ts headcanons but he doodles pictures for everyone in the sk8 fam and they all keep each and every one and shadow even puts them in his scrapbook

let langa punch adam 2k21

let reki punch adam 2k21

actually they All deserve to punch adam 2k21

miya’s favorite movie is coraline

langa can’t snap his fingers

joe and cherry always argue over whether even numbers or odd numbers are best

miya does esports

joe was in marching band and was in drumline

cherry stays up late to look at the stars and he had those plastic stars taped to his ceiling as a child

reki eats tomatoes like apples and it makes joe want to cry

okay if the atla & and the sk8 characters became internet friends… these are who i think they’d be internet friends with…

cherry: katara

joe: suki

langa: sokka

miya: aang

reki: zuko

shadow: toph

note: suki, joe, miya, and aang are all actually besties. aang is the kind of person that would usually annoy miya but they just can’t dislike aang no matter how much he may want to and they somehow find themselves attached

but suki and miya would also get along really well because I know they would and aang and joe would just have fun and like it’s what they deserve so they are interchangeable / all besties

also sk8 characters if they were benders...

cherry: fire or waterbender,,, cannot decide

joe: earthbender

langa: waterbender

miya: firebender

reki: resident nonbender

shadow: earthbender

[nincompoopydoo]

LOVE IS STRANGE

PAIRING: Poe Dameron x reader WORD COUNT: 1.9k SUMMARY: The union of Ireca and Mohash may seem a typical cliche of love in comparison to your depressingly lonely state, but when a certain poster boy pilot emerges during the celebration, you wonder if love works in other underlying ways. A/N: I found this in my google docs, first written about a year ago. so, wohoo i present to you my first ever poe dameron content, i think? he's so charming and carelessly beautiful. please leave a comment and tell me what you think or what else you'll like to see from me 💖 gif by @john-seed from this gifst WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol and getting drunk, space swearing. support my writing through ko-fi💖 MASTERLIST

Love is strange. Delicate yet fierce. So forceful that it manages to seep through the cracks created by bombs and gunfire of war. Unexpected at times, appearing out of nowhere. Yet, it’s beautiful because it brings those with beautiful hearts and minds together, entangled in the constant dance of intimacy and devotion.

It’s what Ireca and Mohash have.

Ireca was from the Logistic division, a mechanic herself and your colleague. She was to be married to her long-time lover, Mohash, a flight engineer for the Cobalt Squadron. As far as cliches go, wartime love falls along the lines of a romance cliche. Yet, war was all you’ve known. It’s what everyone has ever known. It’s common to develop some kind of a feeling other than the constant emotions during battle—fondness, the feeling of falling in love with someone. It’s truly what we stay alive for.

Maybe that’s why you hate it so much. The absence of the feeling that everyone describes as so fucking amazing that it completes you. You feel empty most of the time. It’s definitely the reason why you put all your effort into fixing things you can rather than complicated problems and issues that continue to reside in your mind, especially in the wake of midnight.

You find yourself sitting by the makeshift bar, tucked away from the crowd of friends and colleagues. There’s music playing, the sound of drums, and the seven-string hallikset reminds you of your brief visit to Naboo three cycles ago. You’re nursing a warm cup of something that tastes closer to acid water than alcohol.

Ireca emerges from the crowd with flowers in her braided hair. She approaches you with a bright smile and calls out your name wistfully. You shoot a strained smile her way, feeling the bags under your eyes weigh a little more. “What are you doing here all by yourself, huh?” she asks, leaning against the bar with a gentle pat on your shoulder.

“I’m just really tired. Last night was rough. Plus, I’m behind schedule.” you sighed heavily, running your fingers through your hair. She flashed you a smile of sympathy as you continued, “I’m sorry, Ireca. Don’t let me ruin your night. Go, have fun.”

She raises an eyebrow as you take another sip from your cup.

"Go. I'm sure you don't want to miss Mohash's special performance." You gesture to a drunk Mohash, who seemed to be searching for the woman. Ireca merely laughed. "Oh, it sure is going to be special." With a gentle touch to your back and wave, you watch her make her way into the swarm of bodies. You're left alone once again.

You’re still trying to figure out how Mohash even got hold of any sort of alcohol and managed to smuggle it into the base. Someone must have nicked it during one of the previous missions in the Mid Rim.

You rub your eyes, half-awake at this point; your cup is placed beside you as you rest your head against your folded arms on the table. Your mind is in a daze and incapable of irrational thought, deciding it would be best to just camp out here, by the makeshift bar, for the night. You were too tired to drag yourself all the way to your quarters, which felt like miles away, in the first place.

As sleep began to weigh heavy upon your eyelids, you suddenly felt a sharp tap on your shoulder. A soft groan escaped your lips as you shifted your head, still resting on your arms, just enough to peek at your sleep intruder.

It’s Poe Dameron. Commander and Black Leader. Incredibly talented, confident, and effortlessly handsome.

Ugh, you hate this guy.

Yet, you don’t feel so tired anymore.

“Are you drunk?” There’s amusement in his voice with a tinge of mockery. It made you realize the stun you were pulling. Classic Dameron. It was supposed to be a happy ceremony, but it was truly Ireca’s fault for manipulating you into coming tonight. Parties, events, and social gatherings were never right up your alley. You prefer spending time with machinery and your greasy hands.

Poe’s eyes are gleaming under the fluorescent lights, filled with concern, but you spot the smugness in his emerging smile. A flash of a thought, you kind of want to feel his lips on yours. The image immediately stings. You want to gag.

Poe is irritating, arrogant, and careless. Not charming. Nope, definitely not charming.

You straighten yourself, trying to shake off the burning image, shoving it to the back of your head. You lift your head, propping your elbow on the table and resting your chin on the heel of your hand. “You actually think I’ll even touch that bantha shit?”

Tearing your eyes away from Poe, you reach for your cup only to realize it was empty. He casts you a look. Your eyes shoot daggers with an extended pointer finger his way, “Don’t you dare say anything, flyboy.”

Poe raises his palms in defense, lips pursing. “Wasn’t going to.”

You catch a glimmer of mischief in his eyes, one hand discreetly reaching under his tawny leather jacket. Then, a bottle of Corellian whiskey emerges, shining under the lights of the Resistance hangar. Your face lights up at the recognition of the bottle, memories of your rare trips to Corellia, sharing whiskey drinks with your colleagues. It was the only planet you’d been to ever since you joined the Resistance.

You’ve only tasted Corellian whiskey once because of how expensive it is. You’ll happily get drunk to that in a heartbeat. Drink the worry and sorrow away with the lingering taste of frankly exorbitant whiskey.

Like a child with grabby hands, you reach for the bottle, but as your fingers brush his, Poe quickly lifts it to the air and away from you. He smacks your hand away. You whine, feeling a little lightheaded. The contents of the mysterious drink are starting to kick in.

What the blinkin' mradhe muck was in that drink?

“What do you want from me? It’s not like I have a drinking problem.”

He’s giving you that look like he’s judging you, but with a hint of amusement at the slight tug of the corner of his mouth. “You definitely have a drinking problem, but... i'll let you drink this on one condition.”

“For kriff’s sake,” you mutter, rolling your eyes, glancing away. “I’m not doing any weird wacky favors for you, Dameron.”

He scoffs, expression bewildered. “Hey, I don’t ask for weird wacky favors,” He articulates his words with a defensive tone, index finger stretched to your face. You simply smack it away as Poe clicks his tongue and continues to clarify his proposition. “All I’m asking is for you to fix my ship.”

Your wide-eyed gaze flies to him, shaking your head furiously. “Oh, no, no. No. Never in a million cycles. Never in a million millennials. Nuh-uh—”

“Hey, quit being dramatic. It’s a simple job.”

Your eyes grow even wider, voice raising. “A simple job? You fly that ship of yours like we have hundreds of spare ones. I’m not putting all my time and effort into fixing a lost cause.”

“But you haven’t even—”

“No. I’m not fixing your ship, and that’s final.”

Poe blinks and you’re back to fussing over your empty cup. The chatter of the crowd grows louder as a group of pilots of the Cobalt Squadron began rendering verses of an unknown traditional drinking song to your ears. You steal a look to only find Ireca and Mohash amidst a dance, tangled in each other's arms.

He eyes closely, noticing the turn of your lips, trained eyes deem melancholy. He knows the face of a loner very well—usually recruits with lost family and homes. They enlist in a mass community of freedom fighters for the restoration of good in the universe, and to finally feel a sense of familiarity and belonging. He doesn’t know much about you but he knows you don’t truly have anyone to depend on but yourself. It’s the reason why you’re constantly fierce.

Poe clears his throat, shifting closer to you as he watches the way you carry your gradual gaze to hold his. They then flit to the space between the two of you, raised eyebrows acknowledging the weird close proximity of his presence to yours.

“Look, you’re the best mechanic there ever was and probably ever will be. So, fix my ship, and you get to have this Corellian beauty. All of it.” He sways the bottle in the air, but you don’t look at it.

“You know, that’s bribery.”

“Yes, and it’s working.”

You scoff. “No, it isn’t.”

Poe laughs. “Yes, it is. I can see it in your eyes.”

Another scoff, you look fully aggravated. “How dense do you think I am?”

“Oh, very, but let’s not get into that.”

Bickering was the only language the two of you spoke fluently when you found yourselves tangled in a conversation with one another. Thrown insults were spoken lies—saying you hate each other when you know that isn’t true. Well, at least you don’t mean it and you hoped Poe didn’t either.

You’re exhausted, physically and mentally. For once, kindness and acceptance seem to be the easiest route.

A sigh passes your lips as you blink up to the ceiling, sending a silent prayer for blessings from the Maker above. “You’re right. I am dense. Truly dense. So, yeah. Okay. I’ll fix that stupid X-Wing of yours.”

Poe blinks, dumbfounded. “Wait, really?”

With a roll of your eyes, they meet his very own wide ones. “Yes, really. Only because you complimented me. Now, hand me that Corellian whiskey before I change my mind.”

He then makes a sound that resonates between a cough and a pleasantly surprised laugh, eyes crinkling with delight. Poe happily and absentmindedly passes the whiskey to you, still reacting like your agreement is some sort of object of ridicule in the best way possible.

“Wow—Maker, you have no idea what kind of trouble you’re saving me from. If the General ever found out—man, pfft. Thank you. Thank you so much—”

A swift and unexpected motion, he is reaching you, palms clasp and either side of your face, and plants a quick peck on the side of your left temple.

Poe isn’t thinking straight.

There you are, mid-swig, lips so close to the rim of the bottle with eyes so wide. You steal a steady glance at the pilot whose expression seems to reflect yours. His hands are still on your cheeks. He’s unbelievably close to you and he’s staring with that stupid look of his.

‘Maker, preserve me.’

A cheer erupts from the crowd from across the space and just like that, the moment is gone. Whatever the moment even was. His touch is no longer on yours and his gaze shifting away.

The tension, however, is still very present.

You finally take a swig of the whiskey, wanting to ease the sudden tightness in your chest. You hum at the stinging sensation on your tongue. You catch a glimpse of Poe from the corner of your eye who busies himself with tapping his fingers nervously against the surface of the bar.

Then, in an awkward motion, you stretch your arm to him, offering the drink.

A beat. His gaze shifts between you and your hand. When he finally gives in, a smile curves upon his lips, fingers brushing against yours. They’re delicate and you smile at him. It's small, but it makes his heart skip a beat and you wonder to yourself about the strangeness of love.

[drazzilder]

A Hellish Encounter

Art credit goes to @stormcallart

By Drazzilder

You're an escaped test subject from a United States testing facility. You have been on the run for years when one day you meet the man that can change everything.

Chapter 1: Regret

The soft sounds on the morning are suddenly interrupted by the harsh noise from the alarm clock. A large hand tiredly aims for the off button which is found after a few attempts. The man attached to that hand wakes up begrudgingly with some groans and cracking joints. He slowly gets up to get ready for the day, heading toward the bathroom. As he enters, he sees his reflection, but he doesn’t hold on it long. He can’t stand the sight of himself. The man in the mirror may be Endeavor, but Enji doesn’t like what he sees. He should be happy on his 40th birthday but he can’t stop his mind from racing. He hurt his family; his first son died from his own power, his youngest was scarred by his mother, and the rest of his children where mentally neglected and abused by Enji himself. Enji’s wife, Rei, couldn’t handle the stress and guilt from everything and ended up in a mental institution soon after hurting Shoto, but by then it was so bad that she took her own life two years ago.

Enji sees all of this when he looks at himself in the mirror. It affects him so much that looking makes him sick to his stomach. He quickly looks away and gets ready for the day.

Coming into the kitchen, Enji sees Shoto, getting ready for school with the help of the nanny Hina. Fuyumi and Natsuo already left for school. Hina is the fourth nanny they have had in 2 years. She has been there the longest because she knows no one else will stand the family and someone needs to be there for the children. Plus, she is the only one who can actually stand up to Endeavor and is not afraid of him. She knows he would never hurt her.  When Hina looked at Enji, the look on his face made her stop what she was doing.

“Everything ok Mr. Todoroki?”

“I’m fine…” he answered in a gruff tone, letting her know that he didn’t want to talk about it.

“Im off to school dad, are we still training this afternoon?”

“Good, and yes we always train on Wednesdays!” Sounding more annoyed than anything.

They finish up breakfast and getting their things ready for the day. They soon left the house and went to their final destinations. Enji made it to his agency and meet his secretary.

“Sanji, after I’m done with today’s paperwork, where is my patrol going to be today?”

“Sir, you will be taking the northern end of Tokyo”

“Very well. Thank you Sanji”

“Sir?”

“Hmm?”

“Happy Birthday.”

Sanji is the only one to acknowledge the day let alone tell you happy birthday. She has been working for you for years and knows almost everything that has happened. Enji knows he can trust her with anything so of course she would be the only one to wish him a happy birthday. Enji quickly finished up his paperwork, at least quickly as he could. He squinted and moved the papers so he could read everything clearly. “I’m going to need glasses soon” the man thinks to himself but is to stubborn to actually go get them. After this. is done, he takes a quick lunch and heads out for his afternoon patrol of the city. He does a few heroic acts here and there, but overall the day seems to be quite boring. He is kinda glad because all he wants to do is go home and sulk. That is, until Sanji called.

“Sir, there is a bomb threat at Shibuya crossing!”

“Why are you calling me? Just send some of the sidekicks to handle the bomb.”

“Sir, he is asking for you and the whole crossing is being held hostage. The man has a dirty bomb, please!”

“Alright, I’m on my way!” He says as he rushes off a full speed.

As Endeavor arrives, he assesses the situation, and it’s not ideal. There are hundreds of people on the ground face down, the other hero’s and police and in a standoff with the lone assailant in the center. The man is dressed in tailored suit. Everything is fitted perfectly, not even a single strand of hair is out of place. How he managed to hold everyone hostage quickly becomes clear as he is voicing his demands.

“Ah! Endeavor, I was wondering when the number 2 hero would show up. Be careful what you do, as you can see, I am wearing this fetching bomb vest with matching dead man switch! See how it brings out the green in my eyes. Oh, I almost forgot, the rest of my ensemble is filled with anthrax, one of a kind thread thread makes this silky smooth lining. Plus, shoulder pads are coming back into to style this season, so why not make them special! As you can see, if anyone makes any wrong moves, all of these people will suffer because of you!” The man finishes his speech with an evil laugh. Endeavor knows that he can’t do anything which is just making him hotter as his flames grow brighter around his face. The villain takes one quick look at Endeavor. “Better watch your temper” he quips, “we wouldn’t want to get all hot under the col…..” The villain stops.

Everyone looks almost in shock as the villain has stopped completely. He can still move his eyes and blink but he is completely immobile. No one moves because they are afraid what ever is happening will end just as suddenly as it started. That is until one person gets up and starts walking toward the villain.

You are frail looking, very thin, eyes sunken in, bags under your eyes. Wearing tattered clothes with matching long shaggy hair, representing the years you have been on the street. Your eyes are the most startling part of you as your left eye is completely white with no sign of a pupil and the other is black with red glowing iris. You look at Endeavor and just say “Stand back” in a weak voice. You are so tired but you can’t just sit back and let people get hurt. As you walk closer to the villain, his eyes show more and more fear. He now knows it is you holding him still. Once your next to him, you place a hand on the bomb vest and give it all your attention. As this is happening, the other heroes are yelling their concerns for your safety. “Sir, it’s not safe” “You need to step back” “Sir are you alright?!” All of these go over your head as you are concentrating on the task at hand: saving these people.

Suddenly, the bomb vest starts to glow a little, just enough for Endeavor and the other heroes to notice. A flash of light and then darkness again as everyone notices the bomb is gone. Just as fast as the bomb disappeared, a large explosion happened overhead. “Was that the bomb?” “Did he teleport it away?” “What happened?” Hero’s rush to the villain and detain him. Endeavor approaches you because in his gut he knows something is wrong.

“How can this man have a teleportation and a body controlling quirk?” He thought as he gets next to you. Suddenly, you cough up some blood and collapse from the effort you put out. Everything was too much for you in the state you were in. Your body could not give anything more. Endeavor catches you and he looks right at you as you try to reach his face while barely being able to say “Help me…” as you pass out completely.

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