#also sorry to all the asks i haven’t responded to in the last few days

[dokries]

that’s rough, buddy

pairing: kim mingyu x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, (a bit of) angst, established relationship

word count: 1.6k

warnings: miscommunication (everything turns out well!), mingyu’s just a little forgetful, seungkwan best friend, a forehead kiss

author note: this was requested by a lovely anon <3 again, i’m so sorry it took me so long to get to it 😭 i hope you enjoy reading, and lots of love (as usual) 🫶

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mingyu thinks you hate him, and it’s not just because you haven’t visited his apartment for more than eight days—though that’s concerning as well; you’re usually over within a couple of days, even if you’re busy, which he definitely knows you aren’t, considering how much you’ve been going out with friends, namely seungkwan and chan.

he purses his lips, looking up at the ceiling from his comfortable spot on the couch…alone, just like the last two weeks. his phone dings and he opens it immediately, a frown appearing on his face when it turns out to just be seungcheol asking if something’s up between the two of you—of course he knows; seungkwan never even looked in mingyu’s direction the last time all thirteen hung out together.

mingyu sighs, responding back with a “ask seungkwan not me” before opening up to the last time you had texted him. he had said he was busy back when you had asked if he wanted to go to a photography exhibition, and you haven't responded to his hurried apology.

maybe it’s time to say something…? he pauses before sighing again, going back to staring at the ceiling, hoping the little stipples above him will make a decision so he doesn’t have to.

of course, the only reason you’re avoiding him is because you think he hates you—which may be a huge overstatement but what else would you call it? it’s one thing to not have time for dates because that, at least, you could understand. maybe it’s just that you’ve passed your puppy love phase, and that’s alright; you’re both very busy people but…why is he ignoring you? that’s not the mingyu you know, and it’s been almost a year since you started dating.

the most annoying thing is that he probably doesn’t even realize your anniversary is coming up in the next few days—though you’ve stopped caring (the dried tear stains on seungkwan’s couch pillow say otherwise).

so when he texts you while you’re at chan’s apartment, you frown in surprise, catching the attention of seungkwan, who’s beside you.

my gyu 🥰 ❙

hey it’s been a while since you came over… movie night at 6?

you move to pull up your keyboard but seungkwan stops you by quickly pressing the power button before you can even start typing a reply.

seungkwan glares at you when you start to protest, and takes your phone into his hands to prevent anything happening, as if he’s your parental figure. “don’t you even dare say yes.”

“maybe…” chan sighs and rubs his eyes with his palms, catching your attention—and seungkwan’s too, as he raises an eyebrow at his best friend, telling him to continue. “maybe we should give him a chance?”

seungkwan immediately scoffs and jumps into a rant about why you should do the exact opposite of what chan’s suggesting. “chan, have you not been paying attention these past few weeks? that man has left our dear baby—” seungkwan moves to shush you when you say you’re not a baby, continuing once you press your lips into a straight line. “he literally left them hanging multiple times, and all he had to say was ‘sorry i can’t make it sweetie.’”

chan frowns, tilting his head. “isn’t that what you’re supposed to say to your partner if you can’t make it?”

seungkwan pauses, sighing. “well…yes but come on, he could at least offer to make it up to them if he’s done this like ten times! also, he definitely forgot about their anniversary, which is so much more horrible.”

as seungkwan takes a deep breath to calm himself, you correct him quietly. “it’s been three times.”

“what?” seungkwan looks at you exasperatedly, and chan giggles from his seat on the chair in front of the two of you.

“i said he’s only done it three times. besides, he’s been busy…it makes sense for him to forget.” you hold out a hand to stop seungkwan before he launches into another spiel on how mingyu sucks as a boyfriend so you can keep going. “listen, kwan, i think spending some time with him would be right…but i’m not ready for that yet.”

seungkwan bites his lip before nodding, his expression softening. “okay. as long as you’re happy, okay?”

you hum in agreement as chan stands up, clapping his hands excitedly, and you exchange a look with seungkwan.

chan grins, pulling out an uno deck from a drawer in the table beside him. “how about we play uno to distract ourselves?” he nods towards you before smirking at his other friend. “i’m sure they’d love to see me beat you.”

seungkwan raises an eyebrow before scoffing again, raising his shoulders in a shrug. “well, lee jung chan, you should know you’re totally gonna lose.”

chan scoffs, and as your best friends start bickering like normal, you smile, knowing they’re amping up the dramatics to take your mind off…whatever you and mingyu are right now. well, you could think about your boyfriend after beating both chan and seungkwan in uno.

mingyu’s been sulky all day, and wonwoo not asking him why isn’t helping the sinking pout on his face.

he stares unrelentingly at his best friend as wonwoo faces the self-help bookshelf in front of them, searching for the book he’s been looking for since they entered the small shop.

“why are you like this?” wonwoo eventually breaks under mingyu’s pitiful gaze and huffs out a breath, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose before turning to his friend. “what’s wrong?”

mingyu sighs like he’s been doing for the past few days, and wonwoo puts the book in his hand back on the shelf, expecting his friend to not get to the point quickly (he’s right).

mingyu says your name quietly as a response, and wonwoo raises an eyebrow. “what is that supposed to mean?”

“it means that they hate me! i don’t know what i did either…i mean look, it was pretty busy at work so i couldn’t go on dates with them when they asked but that’s okay right?” mingyu frowns and bites his lip when he realizes he’s a bit too loud for the bookstore.

nodding, wonwoo processes the information he’s just been given before he puts a sympathetic hand on his best friend’s shoulder. “good luck with that.”

mingyu scoffs, about to scold the man in front of him before his gaze drifts off to the bookshelf in the far corner, where the two of you had been searching for cooking books around the time you had first started dating, which was probably around…a year–oh.

oh, he’s so dumb, isn’t he?

“hm?” wonwoo says when his friend pauses, looking up from the book he just picked up as mingyu groans and puts his head into his hands, moving to rest against a nearby bookshelf.

wonwoo looks over to the cooking section and turns back to mingyu. “hey, isn’t it–wait…you forgot the anniversary, didn’t you?”

mingyu groans again in agreement, and gets a head pat paired with a “that’s rough, buddy” from his friend before he’s left alone, coincidentally, in the relationship advice section.

seungkwan sighs as he comes back from checking through the peephole of your apartment door, gesturing towards it as he plops down onto the couch. “it’s for you.”

you raise an eyebrow, getting up to open the door—seungkwan already checked anyway, so there’s no need to look through the peephole again–and come face to face with mingyu, the man you’ve been avoiding. “oh.”

the paper around the bouquet of white orchids in his hands crinkles as he shifts his weight, a nervous smile on his face as he calls your name hesitantly. “hey.”

you nod in greeting before looking back to seungkwan, who’s glaring at mingyu with his arms crossed, and paying attention to the man in front of you as he clears his throat.

“i, uh…here.” mingyu pushes the flowers towards you, and lets out a breath of relief when you take it gently from him. “i’m sorry.”

you stare at him. “for what? forgetting our anniversary? for not apologizing for so long?” you sigh when he remains silent, looking back at the clock in your living room. “there’s only a few hours left of our one year anniversary anyway…it’s fine.”

mingyu shakes his head, coming closer to grab your arm gently with a serious expression. “no, it’s definitely not fine. i hurt you, and that’s not okay.” he pauses, frowning. “besides…i miss my partner–i miss you.”

you sigh, looking into mingyu’s eyes, and you know he’s genuinely sorry. you break your arm free from his grip, causing his face to drop.

you place the bouquet of orchids on the side table, and call out to seungkwan. “hey, kwan? do you mind finding a vase for these?”

“i have to make the most out of these last two hours of my anniversary with my boyfriend after all.” mingyu’s face lights up as you take his hand, still looking back at seungkwan’s soft smile, which matches your own.

you give mingyu a pointed look as you close the door behind you, trusting seungkwan to keep your small apartment safe. “but first, we really do have to talk about…whatever the last month was, okay?”

mingyu nods eagerly before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead as the two of you grin. “i missed you so much, baby.”

[aro-of-argentum]

Suppression- Chapter 2

WC: 5,192

Notes: Reader continues to worry for Bakugo, Bakugo and the reader get into a fight, Kiri remains the best boyfriend ever, Baku and Reader make up. Nothing too crazy except the Bakugo says some really out of pocket shit when the fight happens

Beta'd by: @teaspacebar

Previous Chapter

Chapter 2:

“You both have the day off today, don’t you?” you asked, pulling on the last of your work attire.

“Yeah, I think so!” Your boyfriend was quick to respond, also getting dressed, though he was preparing for a trip to the gym.

“Try to talk to him?” you requested, concern overtaking your tone. “I don’t know if going to the gym or sparring or something might help. One nap is not going to fix whatever got him so worked up he stopped sleeping in the first place, and he’s been on edge again the last few days. I just-”

“Sweetheart,” Eijirou interrupted with his hands wrapping around your waist, standing behind you to look at you in the reflection of the mirror you faced. “I’ll talk to him, try to see what’s going on, okay? You just worry about you and your job today; I’ll worry about Bakubro.” He leaned down to press a kiss to the side of your head, then one to your cheek, before tilting your chin to connect your lips with his.

You turned around in his hold, humming sweetly into the kiss. “How did I get so lucky to get my hands on you?”

“Mm.” He chuckled lowly, pressing his forehead to yours, tone dropping to something low and suggestive when he asked, “You wanna get your hands on me later?”

You gasped, backing away and lightly slapping his chest. “Horndog! Eiji, you know what I-”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry.” He laughed through the words as he nodded in understanding. “I mean it though; I’ll try to get him to talk.”

“Thank you.” The smile you gave him was marred by uncertainty and concern, and Eijirou could see it plain as day.

He sighed, pulling you into his chest in a hug that was almost crushing. “He’s not going to keep avoiding you forever.”

Your response was a grumbled, “He seems content to try.” You looked up at your boyfriend and watched as he quirked an eyebrow, knowing you’d have more. You huffed. “We live together, and I haven’t seen or heard from him in four days. The effort that’s going into this so that he doesn’t have to even look at me is crazy.”

“He’s probably just embarrassed,” Eijirou reasoned. “I’ll figure it out, don’t worry.”

You leaned into him, letting the feel of his hand tracing your spine soothe you. “I love you, Eiji.”

He hummed appreciatively and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I love you too, honey.” The line he was tracing on your back faltered for a moment. “Don’t you have to leave for work.”

“Ugh,” you groaned. “I mean, I guess.” The shrug you gave could be considered half-assed at best. “I’d rather stay home with you…”

“And leave all those kids to fend for themselves?” he asked, pulling away enough to look you in the eye. Eijirou gave you a knowing smirk; you couldn’t ever say no when your work children got brought up.

You heaved a breath and shook your head at him. “You’re using my weakness against me.”

“One of ‘em anyway, yeah.” Eijirou’s grip on your chin, careful as ever, brought your face to meet him halfway in a quick, soft kiss. “Go let your kids take your mind off of things, hang out, relax. By the time you get home, I’ll have taken care of everything.”

You pushed forward to kiss him again, lingering in the contact for a moment, eyes still closed when it broke. “Okay. I love you, I’ll see you later, and I’ll text you when I’m on my way home.” You reached up to tuck a piece of hair behind your boyfriend’s ear, “And don’t hurt anybody at the gym. Just because you can lift three times your own body weight and be fine if you drop the plates doesn’t mean everybody can. So, reasonable competition only, cool?”

“On my honor,” he swore with a hand over his heart.

“Good. Bye, baby.”

“I love you,” he reiterated, releasing you from his hold so you could back away, heading for the front door.

“Love you,” you shot back with a wink before turning to leave. You pulled on your shoes and grabbed your keys and did your best not to flinch when you heard Bakugo’s bedroom door open. Of course it was only now, while you were leaving, that he dared traverse any shared space in the house. Still, you couldn’t turn around, couldn’t handle the fight, not when you still had to go be a functional human today. “I’ll see you guys later.”

Work went well. Every one of your clients did well with their practice, and none of them needed you to step in to help them stay in control today. Quirk Training was very rarely an easy job to do, especially when you were given the children labeled as having “challenging” quirks due to your own ability to shut them down. Today however, things had mostly been a breeze. Every one of the kids you met with had remembered their control strategies, had been practicing the way you’d instructed, and there were no outbursts, even from the children more prone to having them. It was just after you clocked out, walking to your car when you texted Eijirou.

You: [Headed out now, see you in a few]

Loverboy: [Awesome! How was work?]

You: [Surprisingly chill. What do you want to do for dinner tonight?]

It was a few moments before your phone buzzed again. You could only assume he’d been conversing with Bakugo because of his next text.

Loverboy: [Pizza sounds good to both of us if you’re down!]

You: [Oh it’s “us” now? Did he finally pull his head out of his ass?]

Loverboy: [I think so? He wouldn’t tell me what was up today, but he didn’t shut himself in his room when I told him you were coming home, so… small wins?]

You snorted, shaking your head at your phone as you read the text. “Small wins. Sure,” you mumbled to no one but yourself, choosing to ignore the pang it put in your chest.

You: [I gotta drive, I’ll be there soon. Pizza sounds great]

Loverboy: [I’ll go pick it up! You might beat me home by a few though. Love you!]

You: [I love you too, drive safe]

The drive was monotonous as always, and though your day had been calmer than most, it was long, so by the time you got home, you were dragging your feet a little. You got through the door, took off your shoes, and made your way inside the eerily quiet house. Bakugo must have gone with Eiji to pick up food, you assumed. At least, until you walked into the living room and saw him sitting on the couch on his phone. “Oh. Hey.”

“Hey.” He didn’t even look at you; attention still held by the screen in his hand.

That made your jaw tick, and the snark in your tone was there before you could stop it. “I’m surprised you’re even sitting out here, now that I’m home. I half expected you to bolt.”

Even as he spoke again, he refused to acknowledge you in any other way. “Shitty hair said it was bothering you, so I’m done now.”

And then you felt it. For the first time since this whole thing started, you felt the rage that had been festering just below your concern for him for days. “That’s it?”

“I stopped talking, didn’t I?”

Your eyebrows nearly hit your hairline at his audacity and a dark chuckle escaped your chest. “Try again.”

“Excuse me?” He finally looked up at you.

“I said,” you started, annunciating every syllable so there’d be no mistake what you were telling him. “Try. Again.”

He scoffed and turned back to his phone, seemingly content to ignore you, and you lost it.

“You think just because you’re done, you’re over it, that everything is just fine now? You slept on my chest for seven hours less than a week ago and you’ve been avoiding me ever since!” You were yelling, you knew that. You didn’t care. “You’ve done everything in your power to not be in the same fucking room as me, but now it’s just done because you said so? I don’t fucking think so. You owe me an explanation! Or an apology, for that matter.” You took only half a second to consider before you added, “Or both, actually. I want both.”

He rolled his eyes. “It doesn’t fucking matter.”

“Like hell it doesn’t!” And you couldn’t stand the fact that he was still sitting, still perfectly still, as though none of this was bothering him. You needed it to bother him. “If I wanted to come home and deal with a stubborn pissy child, I would have brought one of my clients home from work with me.”

“What did you call me!?” He stood up, now yelling as well.

“I called you a child,” you reiterated, “Cause you’re throwing some sort of bullshit cold shoulder tantrum and for what? Because you’re embarrassed? Are you ashamed the great Katsuki Bakugo needed help?”

“Well, who said I needed your help anyway, huh!?” He screamed. “We’re not even friends! You’re just some useless bitch Kirishima brought home that wouldn’t leave, I don’t need you!”

“Oh, I’m sorry!” You let a dramatic flare fall over your tone despite your volume having lowered drastically, sarcasm taking over in attempt to hide the pain filling your chest and eyes. “Next time, I’ll just go ahead and fuck right off then, let it get worse until you destroy the house and everything in it.” A humorless huff of a laugh left your chest and you had to fight to stop the recovering inhale from shaking. You’d dropped to a regular speaking volume when you continued, “Your only fucking friend in the world would probably survive, and that’d be all you need, right? Don’t let me get in the way of your dreams of being a bitter, lonely, asshole for the rest of your miserable fucking life.”

He seemed to realize what he’d done then, as you were walking away from him, tears beginning to fall. He reached for you when you passed him to get to your bedroom, panic in his voice as he called your name, then, “Wait, I didn’t-”

You slapped his hand away. “Get the fuck off of me.”

“Dude…” You hadn’t even heard your boyfriend come in, you had no idea how long he’d been standing there, how much he’d heard. But Eijirou was quick to follow you into the bedroom, pizza forgotten on the counter as he shot the other man a withering look you couldn’t see.

Your attempt to slam the door was mitigated by the redhead’s presence in the frame, and he slipped into the room behind you before shutting and locking the door. “Baby, do you-”

The sentence was cut off by the way you fell into his chest, already sobbing. You felt him take a deliberately controlled breath as his arms wrapped around you, one hand in your hair and the other on your back, keeping you close to him. He didn’t bother asking if you were okay; the answer was pretty damn clear.

You heard a boom in the other room followed by the clattering of wood on your flooring. There was a string of colorful curses so loud they were almost clear, even through the walls and closed doors, then a moment later, the front door slammed shut.

Eijirou let you cry, holding you, and rubbing your back all the while. At some point in your emotional stupor, he moved to the bed, dragging you with him and pulling you into his lap to sit on his thighs with your face still pressed into his sternum. When you’d calmed down some, cries having turned to quiet sniffles, and your body lay lax and exhausted against his chest, head on his shoulder with your forehead against his neck, Eijirou finally spoke up.

“You want to tell me how all of that happened?”

You groaned. “How much of it did you hear?”

“The first thing I heard when I got inside was you telling him he was throwing a tantrum, but I could hear you both shouting when I was walking up.” You could feel the way he grimaced at the memory.

“Yeah, I uh,” a shot of guilt ran through you. You’d antagonized him, you knew that, but your patience with him was gone. “I called him a child because of how he’d been acting.” Eijirou made no move to speak, which told you he was waiting for more. “When I got home, he was sitting on the couch. Told me he was done avoiding me, but he wouldn’t give me an explanation, no apology, he wouldn’t even look at me. So, I told him I would have brought home one of my kids from work if I wanted to deal with one at home. It… escalated from there.”

Eijirou nodded slowly, taking in the information, processing it.

“I’m sorry I ruined pizza night.”

The murmur was almost pitiful, and you felt Eijirou huff a breath almost akin to a laugh. “I think that’s much less your fault than you think it is.”

“I yelled at him first, I started it.” The guilt and hurt were overtaking your anger now that you were emotionally exhausted. You knew Eijirou could hear it.

“You didn’t start this, sweetheart. Bakugo is a grown man and if he can’t handle his emotions that’s on him. Yeah, you yelled, but you’re allowed to be upset with him, especially now.” He paused for a moment, and though you could tell he was doing his best to hide it, you could still hear the anger in his voice when he added, “He shouldn’t’ve said that to you.”

You hummed in acknowledgement. “The part where I’m a useless bitch or the part where apparently we aren’t friends?”

It was through ground teeth when he answered, “Both.”

You took a moment to sit in the statement, thankful as ever to be with a man who cared for you so much. Removing your hands from his chest to instead wrap around him. You squeezed, appreciating the mildly patronizing huff he gave, as though you attempting to squish his ribs had actually done anything. “I love you.”

He squeezed you back, just lightly enough for you to feel it, though you knew he could crush you (literally) if he tried. “I love you, too.” His hands continued to wander your back, drawing nonsensical but soothing patterns, and he asked, “Do you want me to go get pizza and bring it back in here? I could warm it up for you or-”

“Maybe just one. I don’t think I have enough of an appetite for more right now.” You knew even finishing one slice was going to be a challenge with the way your stomach was twisted up, but it would break Eijirou’s heart if you didn’t even try. “You should eat too,” you added at the end to remind him so that he wouldn’t forget in his process of taking care of you. “Now though, not later.”

He tilted his head to rest it against yours for a moment and sighed. “I will. I’ll be back in a minute, okay?”

You nodded, getting off of him to give him space to get up, and moved to sit on your own side of the bed to wait for him.

Eijirou came back, you ate your food, and despite being wrapped in the arms of your massive and relentlessly cuddly boyfriend, you barely slept that night. Or the next. It was your turn to be avoidant. You wouldn’t disappear when Bakugo walked into a room, but you wouldn’t engage, either. Anything he said went answered by Eijirou or not at all.

After the first two nights, Bakugo seemed to get it. He stopped trying to start conversations with you, despite the rest of his routine going mostly back to normal.

“You know he feels bad, right?” Eijirou asked you one night, arm draped over you as the two of you laid on the couch.

You sighed heavily, carefully twisting to lay on your back so you could look up at your boyfriend. He quirked his head where it was propped up on his hand as he laid on his side between you and the back of the couch. “I know.” You could see the guilt in Bakugo’s features every time you caught him staring at you in the last two days, but it didn’t matter that you knew he felt bad. It made no difference if he wasn’t going to do something about it. “He still owes me an apology, guilty conscience or not.”

“Hey, I get it,” he agreed, “He absolutely does. I just don’t want you thinking he meant it. You know you’re important to him, even if he can’t say so.”

“I know. But he needs to know he can’t treat me like that, say the things he did, and just expect me to get over it on my own.” Your frustration bubbled up for a moment before you deflated, a scrunched expression of distaste covering your features.

Eijirou’s brow furrowed in confusion, hand cupping the side of your face so he could rub his thumb into the wrinkles at the top of your nose. “What’s up, honey?”

“It’s been a weird couple of weeks.”

He laughed. “Yes, it definitely has.” But he shrugged with his unburdened shoulder, easygoing smile reforming on his face. “It happens. Hopefully the two of you can work things out and we can get back to ourselves soon. I’m not going to lie, it’s kinda sucked having to cancel movie night two weeks in a row.”

“I’ll tell you what,” you started, finger lightly poking at his chest as you spoke. “Next movie night we have, you get to pick and then we start the rotation again from there.” You saw his eyes light up and you were quick to amend, “As long as it isn’t The Meg.” You emphasized your point by pressing all of your fingertips into his sternum, with only slightly more pressure than you’d been touching him with before.

He deflated, an overplayed pout shaping his lips. “Why not? That’s an awesome movie, and Statham’s character is so manly!”

“It was good the first time, sweetie,” you did your best to placate him before you further made your point, “Rewatches two through six were a little rough, and I’m going to be honest, I don’t need to know what seven plus is going to look like.”

He rolled his eyes playfully. “Fine, I hear you.” You watched a glint of mischief cross his gaze. “What do I get in exchange, though?”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Aside from getting to choose the movie even though it’s not your turn?”

“For not getting to choose my favorite movie, yes,” he reasoned.

“Hmm,” you drew out the hum, pretending to consider your ideas, even though a list of options had popped into your head immediately. “Well, I’d be willing to let you pick a second non-megalodon movie, or maybe I could cover your night for dishes a couple times, or I could take your mind off it entirely.” You let your fingertips trail teasingly on his chest as you spoke.

“Oh, yeah?” he questioned, mouth twisting into a smirk. “What would that look like?”

You hummed in approval at his participation in your little game, leaning into him until your lips barely ghosted over his. “You wanna find out?”

-

It was the next evening that you were sitting on the couch, cross-legged and wrapped in a blanket as you picked absentmindedly at your ice cream, some movie on the television only keeping your attention because it was the only thing on. The guys were both working evening shifts, and you’d been home for hours with free run of the house. You’d used the afternoon to clean, blasting music far louder than your neighbors probably preferred, and made dinner, before settling finally where you sat now. Taking the time to reset the space, and therefore your mind, had been helpful in calming some of the stress and residual upset from the last few days. You’d tried everything you could think of to get over it, to will it to stop bothering you, but nothing was working. Bakugo hadn’t just hurt your feelings, he’d invalidated years of effort and care that had gone into building a relationship with him. You’d told him he was acting like a child. He’d told you that you were nothing to him.

Hearing the front door close jostled you from your thoughts, and you glanced down at your phone to see if you’d missed a notification. Eijirou would have texted you that he was on his way home which meant-

There were heavy footfalls coming from the entryway, slow, dragging, tired, but they stopped just outside the living room, and you could feel Bakugo’s gaze burning into the back of your head. You chose not to turn around, not to acknowledge him.

You heard your name then, quiet and ragged, like he was just as exhausted as you were. “Can we talk? Please?”

And the sound of it made your chest hurt. So, despite yourself, despite your lingering anger, you sighed through your nose, sliding over to one side of the couch, pulling your blanket along with you to clear a space for him to sit. He entered the room and rounded the couch slowly, watching carefully for any negative reaction you might have, to occupy the other side of the couch.

And despite him asking to talk, Bakugo sat next to you, not saying anything, for several minutes. The air between you was tense, to say the least, and in the near silence, the movie on the television was suddenly the most interesting thing that ever existed; you simply could not tear your eyes away.

“You’re not actually watching this shitty zombie movie, are you?”

When your gaze slid over to him, there was an irritated scowl on your face, and no warmth in your eyes. The eye-contact was broken almost immediately as Bakugo’s attention snapped to the floor, looking like a scolded child.

Another few minutes passed where the movie was the only sound before you finally heard Bakugo heave a breath; he was ready, or as close to ready as he was going to get. You muted the television to wait.

It seemed to take him a moment to gather his thoughts, but eventually, “I didn’t mean what I said to you the other night.” He let the statement sit in the air, allowing it to take up the space it needed. “I shouldn’t have said any of it, I just-” He tsked. “I mean I was pissed, obviously, but that doesn’t-” Bakugo cut himself off with a frustrated growl.

Your eyebrows rose on their own, though you kept your gaze firmly forward. You remained silent, content to listen to him squirm in this. You’d insisted to Eijirou that Bakugo had to be the one to fix things, that you weren’t just going to get over it and move on. But when your eyes flicked to the side, and you caught him, ears red from embarrassment with fists clenching and unclenching as he chewed on what he wanted to say, your resolve faltered slightly. You continued to watch him from the side of your eyes when he spoke up again.

“I’m sorry.” The statement was solid and flat, leaving no room to challenge it. “For every fucked-up thing I said to you the other night and for acting like an asshole before that too.” Bakugo waited for a moment, still staring at the ground from where he sat. When the silence began to stretch, he began to fidget, clearly uncomfortable with the lack of response. “S-say something, damnit.”

Bakugo looked up then, gaze meeting yours, which had softened some, but was still far from the affection you normally displayed.

“Why were you avoiding me?” you questioned, direct and unyielding. The apology was appreciated, deeply, you knew how hard those were for him. But it wasn’t enough all by itself to repair things.

The man’s eyes widened slightly in shock and his ears went red again as he looked anywhere but at you. “The reason shouldn’t matter if-”

“It matters,” you cut him off, ice in your tone. You let silence take back over, unwilling to fill it just to ease his discomfort.

Bakugo’s jaw snapped shut, teeth grinding together. There was something he didn’t want to admit, written all over his face, and you knew it had to do with his chronic aversion to vulnerability, but you weren’t going to let up until he could talk about it like a fucking adult. He’d come this far already, maybe he would be able to take the extra step.

“It’s embarrassing,” he grumbled, scowl plastered on his mouth like armor.

“What is?” Your eyebrow cocked expectantly as you asked the question, though you knew he wouldn’t see it with the way he was still refusing to look at you.

He huffed in frustration. “I’m a grown man, dumbass, I shouldn’t need to be fucking cuddled to go to sleep.”

“Who says?” you countered incredulously. “Eijirou does sometimes, and hasn’t the internet deemed him like, the pinnacle of manliness at this point?” When Bakugo looked back up at you, clearly shocked by your outburst, you could feel the anger seeping away from you. Your annoyance was still there, sure, but you could see the discomfort and shame mixed in with his irritation and it twisted something in your chest. Your friend was hurting. “Plenty of people have a hard time falling asleep after hard days. I can’t sleep for shit when I’m alone.”

Something you didn’t recognize flashed in his eyes before the same frown found its way back. “It’s not the same thing,” he insisted. “I need to be able to handle things on my own, I can’t-” he stopped his own sentence with a scoff, whether because he didn’t know what to say or didn’t want to, you weren’t sure.

You released a sigh, relenting, “Bakugo, the only person holding you to that standard is you.” You shook your head slightly in exasperation as you continued, “You’re allowed to be vulnerable with people who care about you. You should be vulnerable with people who care about you.”

“It’s not that simple.”

It felt like there was more behind that sentiment, like he wasn’t telling you everything, but you’d pushed him enough, and you didn’t want to ruin the progress the two of you had made in the last several minutes. So instead, you shrugged and agreed, “Maybe it’s not. But you have people that love you, and we want to take care of you, if you’ll let us.” The blond went red across his cheeks and ears, and to stop the dismissive comment that you could almost feel coming, you added with a smirk, “Even if we aren’t really friends.”

Bakugo’s mouth fell open in surprise before he rushed to say, “I already said I didn’t mean that, shithead!”

There was a weight that lifted off your shoulders a bit, the anger in his voice more amusing than it was anything else. A soft but tired smile formed on your lips then, as you felt the air shift almost back to normal around the two of you. “I’m sorry I called you a child.”

“Tch.” He rolled his eyes. “Don’t be. You were right.” His gruff tone dropped though, when he continued. “I’m going to try to be better about that,” came out as hardly more than a mumble.

You nodded, more to yourself than to him, in acknowledgement. “You know, I promised Eijirou he could pick what we watch for the next couple movie nights as an apology for us cancelling two in a row.”

Bakugo groaned where he sat back, finally relaxing into the couch. “He’s going to pick that garbage giant shark movie again.”

You chuckled at his distaste, happy to be assured you weren’t the only one tired of it. “No, I told him it was off limits, that he could pick pretty much anything else.”

“At least we won’t have to deal with the accent, then.”

-

When Eijirou finally got home hours later, eyes barely open as he dragged himself through the hall, he found you in the bedroom, still awake, as you always were on his late nights, even when you had your own job in the morning.

He was quick to change his clothes and hummed appreciatively at the sight of your sleepy smile and the grabby hands at the ends of your open and waiting arms. “Hello, absolutely gorgeous love of my life,” he cooed as he approached.

“Hello to you, my mountain of incredible boyfriend,” you responded, wrapping your arms around his waist the moment he was close enough to do so. “How was superhero-ing today?” The question was pushed carefully from your chest as you did everything to control your breathing so Eijirou wouldn’t hear that he was squishing you. You were sure he already knew, but if he thought even for a moment he was hurting you, he’d move, and you couldn’t stand the idea of him getting back up now that you had him.

“Mm, exhausting.” Eijirou pulled away far enough to prop himself up, then leaned in to plant a long, lingering kiss on your lips. “But I’m home now and I can hold you in my arms, and I’m pretty sure that’s everything I’ve ever needed in life, so I’m good.”

Your heart swelled as you shook your head and listened to your boyfriend speak, squishy and affectionate as always. “Aw, you big sappy loverboy. What am I going to do with you?”

He pulled his weight off of you and rolled over to lay down for real, almost mimicking your grabby hands from only a few moments ago. “Hopefully, you’re gonna come snuggle.”

As if there was any place you’d rather be. You happily adjusted yourself to fully lay down, well within his reach, so that he could grab you and pull your back into his chest as was his standard routine. Sleep had already begun to take over his voice when he asked, “Things any better with Bakugo today?”

“Yeah,” you replied honestly as your hands rubbed over his arms where they were secured around your waist, “We talked; we’re good.”

“Good.” The energy in his words was dropping almost as fast as the volume, and you knew he would be fighting to stay awake for any longer than another moment or two. “I’m proud of you, baby.”

You smiled to yourself, sleep also reaching into the edges of your awareness as you laid curled into the warmth and safety or his embrace. “I love you, Eiji.”

“I love you too.”

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[chatnoirsss]

☽｡⋆ debonair pt. 2

🐈‍⬛ chat noir x reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ syn: you and chat become closer after an unfortunate encounter whilst fighting a villain

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ author’s note: this is pt. 2, please go check out pt. 1 for context! Also I’m sorry the og syn is very misleading 😭 this will maybe have 3-4 parts before we get Plumera and Chat interactions so please be patient.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

It’s been a few days since you’ve last talked to chat; a few days since he made it clear he only sees a duo in your superhero trio. Although you and chat are always yapping during missions, things have been quiet lately. You only talk when needed during battle, or to respond to ladybug, and you leave immediately after the mission is done. Even though chat has tried calling for you, you can’t stand to look him in the eye.

“I’m not in love with him anymore roaar! I’ve decided that he’s no good for me. I deserve to be loved by someone who’s not obsessed with another girl!” You angrily said to your Kwami. “But y/n! Ever since your first mission together, you’ve always been pining over chat.” Replied roaar. “Well apparently he was pining for ladybug the whole time. I can’t disrupt that. They’re really cute together and I think they’re meant to be.” You replied sadly. Roaar just sighed as she knew there was no getting through to you.

Adrien’s side:

“Plagg, I’ve really messed things up with Plumera! I don’t think she’ll ever speak to me again. I feel really weird about it. Since it was me talking about ladybug and I as a duo that made her upset, i haven’t flirted with ladybug in a while. Whats wrong with me?” Adrien said as he plopped down on his bed. Plagg could obviously care less about romance, but he always replied to his owner as he cared for him. “Blah blah blah, you’ve had feelings for ladybug since forever Adrien. You’ve always been in love with her so why does Plumera matter now?” He asked while scarfing down his favorite cheeses at once. “Well… I don’t know. All I know is that I really hurt her feelings on Monday, and I can’t seem to get her to even look at me anymore. I miss our jokes and her sly remarks!” He said, letting out a sigh.

“Just go for what your heart desires or whatever.” Said Plagg, rolling his eyes. “But I don’t know what I desire anymore. I feel strange after what happened on Monday. Although I’m in love with ladybug, seeing how upset I made Plumera really upsets me. Do you think what I said had to do with something personal?” Adrien asked. “As I said, do as your heart desires Adrien. If you love ladybug, then you love her, but if you think Plumera is stopping you from loving ladybug, then why not think about your feelings for her and go for her? Maybe you’re starting to love Plumera. Sometimes Adrien, you realize that your favorite cheese ever starts getting boring. So try other options and maybe you’ll find your perfect snack!” Said Plagg. “But me? In love with Plumera? She’s just a friend Plagg. Just.. a friend.” Adrien said with a bothered look on his face. “In love with Plumera…?” Adrien said to himself.

Later that day:

It was currently 6pm and you were just finishing up some homework and the last touches of a school project with roaar before you heard a loud boom. Looking out your window, you saw a villain shooting black arrows at helpless couples all across Paris. She had a boy in her hands but you couldn’t identify who it was. “If I can’t have my one true love, then no one can!” She yelled agonizingly.

“Tell me about it girl.” You scoffed before transforming. You leap to a rooftop and begin running towards the villain, before you noticed the boy she was holding was your classmate Adrien. Although you weren’t super duper close with Adrien, you’ve always sort of admired him distantly, never making a move though since you loved chat but also becuase you would never do that to Marinette. You quickly ran towards the villain, your main goal being to get Adrien to safety first. You jumped at her and began throwing kicks and punches, trying your best to avoid Adrien. You could tell in his eyes he was fearful but there was also a gleam, like he was admiring you?

Adrien’s side:

“Plagg what do I do? I can’t transform right now!” Adrien whispered, hoping the villain was distracted. “Just relax Adrien, Plumera and Ladybug will handle it.” Said Plagg. “But I need to be there to help them. And… I also need to talk to Plumera.” He muttered. Adrien sighed as he just accepted the fact he wouldn’t be able to assist in this mission. He hated that more than anything, being left out. All of a sudden Plumera charged at the villain, attacking her. The villain dodged most of all the attacks but would not let go of Adrien. Adrien could tell Plumera was holding back a bit so as to not harm him, which made him feel bad because as chat noir, he knew just how powerful you could be and how easily you could’ve fought this villain, but instead because of him, Plumera wasn’t fighting to her full potential.

Adrien began looking down before he felt the villains grip collapsing. He immediately looked up to see Plumera above him, reaching for him. She grabbed Adrien by the waist and leapt towards a safe rooftop.

Your POV:

You had successfully acquired Adrien and placed him at a safe location. “Please stay here, you’ll be safe until Ladybug, chat noir, and I resolve this.” You said. Adrien seemed to be out of it, not responding to you but instead just staring at your eyes? You were confused. “Hello? Adrien, right?” You asked. “Hmm? Oh yeah!” He jumped a little. “I-I’m sorry, I’m kinda out of it.” He said frantically. You chuckled. “Huh yeah, I would be too. Anyway please stay here. I already see Ladybug so this should be over soon. I’ll come back for you so please don’t go anywhere.” You said. You purposely left him on a rooftop so he had no other choice but to rely on you to get home. Smart, right? You thought. Although you did feel a bit bad for “taking” Marinette’s crush, you assured yourself. “It won’t hurt just to flirt with him a little as Plumera, right?” You thought. “After all, youre not y/n right now, you’re Plumera! Marinette won’t even have a clue.” You assured yourself nervously. You still had a bit of guilt in the back of your mind but brushed it off as you joined ladybug in battle.

Adrien’s side:

“Plagg, it’s time to join the action!” Adrien said after he saw Plumera leaving the rooftop. “Oh come onnn,” whined Plagg. “Didn’t Plumera tell you to stay here?” Plagg asked. Adrien gave it a thought. “I mean.. I guess? But it doesn’t matter, I need to save Paris!” He exclaimed. “I’ll just quickly detransform and meet her here after, easy peasy.” He said. Plagg rolled his eyes and Adrien quickly transformed and jumped into action.

Your POV:

You and ladybug began attacking the villain, both perfectly synchronized. You were successful until the villain shouted “Adrien will be mine!”

Ladybug was taken aback and quickly got anxious. “Adrien? Like Adrien Agreste?” She asked, letting her guard down. The villain pushed ladybug down, ladybug hitting a nearby wall. You grunted, jumping towards the villain and continuing to fight. “I have to go save Adrien!” Yelled ladybug. She seemed extremely worried for this boys safety. “It’s alright, I already have him in a safe spot.” You replied. Ladybug sighed with relief as she quickly jumped back into battle.

Chat noir jumped in and joined the two of you and together, all three of you took the villain down with chat using his cataclysm to destroy the akumatized object. Ladybug used her miraculous ladybugs to repair the city and the three of you put your fists together.

“Well I better get going, I have someone I need to take home.” You said. Chats facial expression immediately changed and he looked very nervous. “I’ve gotta bounce too, see you guys later!” He chucked nervously, quickly using his stick to get by. “Well, I guess I’ll see you later Plumera,” said ladybug. The two of you exchanged nods before you both left.

You jumped on the safe rooftop you left Adrien. You didn’t see him and your heart immediately sank to your stomach. You were mortified, looking everywhere for him. “Hey.” You heard a voice say all of a sudden. You quickly turned around to see Adrien standing behind you. You let out a just sigh of relief and wiped the sweat off your face. “Oh I thought you had left, thank god you’re still here. Very sorry for the tardiness,” you said. “Oh no it’s okay, you didn’t keep me for long.” He replied.

You paused for a second and smiled at him, noticing that he was blushing. “Well thank you for your patience. I’ll take you home now.” you said before reaching for his hand. You dove off the roof with Adrien in your arms and headed for the Agreste mansion. Being this close to Adrien made you really nervous. You knew you would never be confident enough to get this close to him as y/n, so you enjoyed it in the moment. You could feel your crush for Adrien growing as well as the guilt.

“Plumera,” Adrien said breaking the silence.

“Yes Adrien?” You replied.

“Have you ever developed feelings for someone new even though your heart originally belonged to another?” He asked. You were taken aback by this strange question and paused to think. Although you couldn’t quite relate, you wanted to validate his feelings and let him know he wasn’t alone. “It seems like whatever you’re going through is really complicated Adrien. All I know is that emotions can be tough and it takes time to understand them fully, but I want you to know you’re not alone.” You said. “Yeah, thanks.” Said Adrien. “I’m sorry I couldn’t have been more helpful. All I can say is that if the girl you’re developing feelings for resonates with you and cares about you then I think you should go for it.” You replied giving him a smile. “What if, hypothetically, the girl is currently ignoring me?” He asked. “Maybe try and talk to her. If she’s ignoring you because something upset her then talk it out with her. If you truly believe that girl is the one you want to be with then fight for it.” You suggested. Adrien smiled at you.

Adrien’s side:

“As chat noir, I never really got the chance to be so close with Plumera since we were always fighting a villain.” Adrien thought. “I also never realized how beautiful her eyes are, or how strong she looked while battling.” He thought.

Your POV:

You had finally reached the Agreste mansion and gently placed Adrien down at the gate before you two exchanged your goodbyes. You reached your house and detransformed. “What a long night Roaar.” You sighed before jumping on your bed. “You did amazing y/n!” Said Roaar as she hugged your face. “Thank you Roaar! I’m sleeping now.” You said yawning.

The next morning you saw Adrien at school. “Oh dear god.” You mumbled to yourself as the memories from last night flooded back. Luckily for you, Adrien didn’t know your secret identity so you’d be the only one with this memory.

“Yo Adrien I saw Alya’s ladyblog post from last night,” Nino said smirking at Adrien. “What?” Adrien asked confused. “The one with Plumera! You didn’t tell me you were on a date ;)” Nino said. You immediately got on your phone and checked the ladyblog. “Plumera spotted last night on a romantic getaway with Adrien Agreste on rooftop.” Read the cover title. “Ughhh Marinette’s gonna definitely hate me now!” You muttered to Roaar. “Who cares?? You got to be with Adrien that’s all that matters!” Said Roaar. You rubbed your eyes and began walking to the steps.

“Alya take this down right now!” You heard Marinette say. “What was Plumera thinking?!?” She followed. You groaned and hid your face before walking into class. You knew Marinette didn’t know your identity but you still felt bad. You felt as if you betrayed your friend. You sighed and sat down in your seat, taking out your books before class began. “I guess we’ll just have to wait and let this pass over.” You said to yourself before putting your head down.

[michelle-is-writing]

Emergency, Dr. John Carter

Word Count: 1.7k~

Warnings: a bit of angst, pregnancy

I never thought anything would be harder than nursing school. All of the late nights spent studying combined with little-to-no sleep seemed like the worst torture at the time, but right now, I have to disagree with my prior belief. I’m used to seeing people in their hospital beds, caring for them and giving them their medication; but now I’m the one in the hospital bed with various monitors hooked up to me. Beside me is Dr. Carter, the doctor I work alongside with who also happens to be my ex.

“I told you, you need to slow down at work once you hit twenty-four weeks,” John reminds me, but I continue staring ahead of me at the light pink room. “You should know, first-hand, you cannot be running around the halls like you used to,” Despite his words holding truth to them, I still don’t respond to him, and instead, I close my eyes as memories pass through my mind. To be specific, the memory of why Dr. John Carter is my ex.

“You deserve someone better, someone much better than me.”

To him, he believed what he was saying, but no matter what I tried to tell him, nothing changed his mind. He wanted to break up after nearly a year of being together; even now, I still don’t understand his reasoning. Heartbreak can cause bitterness, and mine still hasn’t gone away despite being six months pregnant.

“Are you listening to me?” John’s question laced with worry brings me out of my thinking and back to him, my head tilting toward him to look at his concerned face. Months ago, I would’ve kissed that worry away; now I can only feel my throat close as I start to form a response. At work, I can handle talking to my ex, but anything outside of work is pointless for me.

With a sigh, John shakes his head before looking down at my stomach. “You know, I’ve been waiting so long for the opportunity to talk to you, but baby, I never wanted it to be like this,” he confesses, his brown eyes flickering to me. “I know it’s been hard, and I’ve-“

“You wanted this,” I tell him, my voice cracking as I fight away tears. “You wanted us to break up, and… we broke up. I’m sorry I-I got pregnant, and I didn’t find out until after we broke up, but-“

This time, it’s John’s turn to cut me off as he quickly sits up to face me. “Please, don’t apologize for this, please,” He urges me, taking my hand in both of his. The action shocks me, my eyes stuck on his worried ones as I feel his touch after what seems like an eternity. “I’ve regretted that night every day since it happened, and I’ve been trying to talk to you, but you… haven’t wanted to,” he looks almost crushed as he says this, his face cast with a pained expression. “I don’t want to trail behind you like a lost puppy in this hospital anymore, I can’t. I want you, and I was beyond stupid that night for what I said and did,” John sighs, “When I found out you were pregnant, I tried my best to avoid anything that could stress you and the baby out, but it’s killed me to stand back and have to watch you do everything by yourself. That’s the last thing I ever wanted, baby, and I'm so sorry.”

Looking at his sad face makes the dam in my eyes break, causing him to quickly reach up and brush my oncoming tears away. I can’t even fight against him doing so, missing him and his touch outweighing the hurt at this exact moment. For a while, I savor his touch, and even after the tears stop falling, his hands still remain on me. That is, until I open my eyes and turn my face to look up at him. “What’s my treatment plan then, Doc?” I ask him, his eyes meeting mine as he moves to brush my hair out of my face.

After a few seconds, John lets out a small chuckle before answering my question. “Your treatment plan is: you need to stay off your feet and do desk work for the next four weeks, but then you cannot return to work after thirty-two weeks,” His words make me frown; I had a feeling that would happen as my obstetrician had already hinted at it to me before.

“Lastly,” John’s voice brings my attention back to him, seeing a now nervous look on his face. “I would… I would love it if you’d move back in with me,” Before I can argue him on the last part, he quickly shakes his head at me and continues on. “I know you and Carol don’t mind room-mating like you used to, but baby, please, come back. That apartment doesn’t feel the same without you, I miss you so damn much. Please come home - with me.”

After what feels like forever, I smile and find myself relaxing back against my pillows as I watch John’s face flash between worry and fear. I remain quiet until a sigh leaves through my nose and I speak up. “Okay,” I whisper, an elated, yet relieved smile breaking onto John’s face at my answer. “I’ll… I’ll come home.”

John can’t hold his happiness back as he moves forward and plants his lips back on mine one more time. “Great, that’s amazing,” he babbles, seemingly overfilled with a mix of joy and relief. Letting out a happy sigh, he rests his forehead against mine before speaking up once more. “Thank you, baby.”

For a few moments, we remain like this until I pull back to look at him and his unusually messy hair. He must’ve been running his fingers through it earlier, a nervous habit of his. A part of me feels bad at the idea of being the reason for this, but at the same time, I didn’t mean to pass out on the hospital floor either.

“I want to keep you here under evaluation until I get off,” John states, his tired brown eyes staring back into mine. “I’d like to give you some more fluids for the dehydration and nausea meds, but in the mean time,” He further explains, rolling back in the stool he’s sitting in to grab the ultrasound stand in the corner of the room before scooting back over to me. “I want to check on a few things.”

Once the machine is plugged in, John quickly sets up everything he needs all the while I simply roll my gown up above my stomach for him. It feels a bit weird exposing myself to him like this after all this time apart, but he quickly reassures me by reaching over and gently squeezing my hand. I smile at this before closing my eyes in preparation for the cold gel which comes soon enough. At the freezing sensation, my eyes shoot open before ultimately looking over at John to see him staring at the ultrasound screen with focused eyes and a look of awe on his face. I’ve helped him perform many ultrasounds on other pregnancies, but never have I seen such a look on his face while doing so.

A few seconds pass before he seemingly realizes something and adjusts some of the knobs on the machine. A soft wave sound fills the room once he does this, the sound being something I’ve heard many times before at my appointments, but for John, this is the first time. This is the first time he’s seeing and hearing the heartbeat of our baby, and I’m sure he’s been wanting to do this for a long time. I felt bad having to watch him do this with every other pregnant woman that walked in, but yet, he couldn’t even do it with me - the woman carrying his baby.

“Hello, little one,” John addresses our baby, smiling up at the ultrasound screen. He moves over the wand before laughing a little to himself. “A healthy baby girl,” he announces, more to himself than anyone. “She’s… fine, healthy. She looks like she’ll come out a perfect baby,” despite this comment, John still spends the next several minutes scanning over every little part of our baby, keeping an eye out for any abnormalities. It’s only when he feels satisfied with himself that he takes the wand away and cleans my stomach off before resting his hand on top of my stomach, his eyes now locked onto mine. “You’re doing a great job, mama.”

I’m not sure if it’s the eye contact or the sincerity in his comment that causes me to begin tearing up again, but John is quick to wipe the few strays tears away with his free hand, his other hand remaining on my stomach as his thumb gently rubs against my skin. “I’ve missed you too…” I whisper to him, too emotional to speak louder as I remember what it was like to learn how to do all of this without him. “I missed you so much.”

John smiles at my words, although it doesn’t reach his eyes that seem to share the same emotion as mine. “I promise, I’ll make it up to you, baby,” He vows, leaning forward to press a lingering kiss to my forehead. “To both of you.”

With that, he stands up from his stool before pushing it to the wall and looking back at me. I place my hand where his was just moments ago, already missing the warmth from his hand on my stomach. “When my shift ends, I’ll have one of the nurses start the discharge papers. Then we can head home,” John states, a smile making its way onto both of our faces as he says the word ‘home’. “Is that okay?” He clarifies earning a nod back from me. His smile seems to grow at this, turning into a soft grin. “Good,” John says, “Now it’ll finally feel like home again, too.”

[apricustar]

Eddie answers the call without opening his eyes.

It can't have been more than an hour since he had finally fallen asleep; he had spent the day in an odd state, waiting and checking his every notification, hoping it was Buck.

He knows Buck is on shift, of course, but Buck usually always finds the time to respond to any number of Eddie’s messages, even if it’s just with his selected heart emoji of the day, or a call on borrowed time to save waiting for a response, both their voices mingling as close as they can while he’s here.

He wasn’t quite asleep, truth be told. There had been a restless itch under his skin all day; a sort of tingling sensation of wrong that had only been exacerbated by not hearing from Buck—an ache that went back to those first few struggling days of him being in El Paso, where he began to silently wonder if everything between them was constrained to Californian borders. But then, Buck texted, and Eddie FaceTimed, and now they haven’t gone a day without either.

So, when Eddie’s phone rings at an ungodly hour, he swings his right hand out to an estimation of where his phone is on his nightstand—score—then answers without the need to look because who could it be but Buck?

“Buck?” he rasps, “Everything okay?”

There’s a pause at the end of the line, a quiet exhale, then a throat clears, and Eddie knows he’s miscalculated.

“Diaz,” Tommy’s voice rings out, far too close to his ear for comfort. He pulls the phone from his ear, and yep, there it is: ‘Tommy Kinard (x)’

With the hand not holding his phone, he puts the call on speaker, then pushes his thumb and first finger into his eyes, half-hoping this is some weird dream.

“Kinard,” Eddie says, voice flat, almost monotone. He doesn’t have it in him to muster anything warm for Tommy, but he can’t bring himself to be outright cruel either—not with the ghost of Buck’s disappointed eyes lingering in his mind. So he settles for something like neutrality with. Well, with Kinard, who, in his opinion, is an idiot undeserving of any of B—his time.

“Look, Eddie, I know you don’t want to hear from me, but it’s Evan,” Tommy says.

Eddie sits straight up in bed, heart in his throat, “Explain.”

“Shit- I mean. I’m sorry, Evan is not hurt. Not physically, I should have led with that…” Tommy laughs a bit ruefully, “I- Eddie there’s no easy way to say this. Bobby is dead.”

Bobby is dead Bobby is dead Bobby is dead Bobby is dead

It repeats, like a mantra. A cruel one. As though his brain believes that in saying them, they’ll start to make sense.

They don’t.

Eddie opens his mouth, but no sound comes out.

He blinks—squeezing his eyes shut as tightly as possible—trying to reign in his emotions; Kinard called for a reason, and he needs to figure out what happened to Buck.

He blinks again and suddenly he’s standing, body moving on its own accord. Somehow, he’s gotten a pair of pants and a shirt on without realizing. He pauses, inhales slowly, trying to feel less like a reanimated corpse and more like a person, thinks of Buck beside him at the dinner table, sunlit and golden in the kitchen, asking:

‘Eddie did you know we breathe 22,000 times in a day? And, also, I read last night that when you take the time to become aware of your breaths it can help when you feel panicked? Like-‘

Eddie had cut him off there, quirking a half-smile, and told him he didn’t panic. He remembers. He remembers.

Buck had sighed, loud and theatrical, rolled his eyes—but finished his spiel anyway. Of course he had; listening to and learning from Buck were some of Eddie’s favorite pastimes.

He falls into that memory.

A kitchen filled with years of love and laughter. Crumbs on the counter from Chris’ after-school snack. A fridge full of things both he and Buck had picked out. Feels himself there in that moment: heart slow, face warmed; Chris safe in his room, and he at the table with—

Buck.

Brighter than everything, at the center of it all, haloed by the setting sun, smiling that I-know-you’re-entertaining-my-whims-smile—the kind where his lips curled to the side, like he was tucking a secret away. It made him look boyish, years younger than the truth, lighter than the world ever let him be.

The Eddie of the past ached with something unnamable. The Eddie of now aches with too much knowledge.

He exhales slowly, blinking back to himself, the warmth of the memory crashing against the cold of the present.

He fishes his phone out from where it’s buried in the covers, feeling off-footed by the sudden want—need—for Kinard to still be on the line.

Somehow, impossibly, he is.

The screen glows: call still active, minutes still ticking by.

Eddie grips the phone hard, slightly swaying on his feet for a second, unsteady, then braces a hand against the wall. His breath stutters. He tries to count them like Buck told him—one, two, three—but they catch in his throat, shallow and fast.

His other hand curls around his phone, knuckles white, “What happened to him,” Eddie says. Not a question. A demand.

Then, before Tommy can answer, “Buck—where’s Buck?” he asks, voice cracking like a fault line. “Is he—?”

“Evan is alive.” Tommy reassures, voice coming fast, “He’s alive, Eddie, but he isn’t okay. None of them are, but—”

Tommy hesitates, then continues, “I’ve never seen him cry like that. I watched him fall apart in a hallway over security footage. He collapsed, screaming. I’ve never seen—God. I’ve never seen someone grieve like that. Evan—he’s always so sure, you know? Always so bright and—and okay. He tried to explain once what Bobby meant to him I guess I didn’t fully realize it until…”

Eddie’s jaw locks, the ache in his chest flaring with something sharp and hot. A part of him aches to be cruel, to push back against Tommy’s casual expression of knowing Buck, how could he-

He bites down on the inside of his cheek until he tastes copper. It’s not fair. It’s not rational. But it burns all the same. He inhales instead. It comes back out shaky.

“I know I shouldn’t be the one calling,” Tommy admits, voice thick with something unspoken. “But I saw him and I just—“He swallows audibly, “I know he needs you, Diaz. I’ve never seen a relationship like the two of you have and whatever my feelings about that are, I think you’re the only person who can get through to him right now.”

Something twists in his chest. He doesn’t respond right away. Doesn’t trust what might come out of his mouth if he does. His hand is still braced on the wall, still trying to keep him grounded, but it doesn’t help the way his body feels like it’s vibrating with too many things at once—grief, fury, fear, love.

Finally, he says, low and hoarse, “Send me where Buck is. Get him to answer when I call.”

He ends the call without waiting for anything more, phone still clutched tight in his hand as he crosses the room in three long strides.

There’s only one thought in his head now, clear and steady:

Get Chris. Get home. To his family.

[ravensuperr]

Gotham Baby Switch Mystery (DCXDP) - Part 3

Inside Amity Park Hospital, the waiting room was filled with tension. Jasmine, Sam, Cassandra, Damien, Tanya, Talia, and Bruce sat in silence, anxiously awaiting any news about Danielle’s condition. The flickering lights above were the only things that seemed to break the stillness, a stark contrast to the heavy weight that hung in the air. After what felt like an eternity, the door opened, and a figure emerged from the shadows of the hallway—Lady Tsunade, disguised as a hospital doctor. Her presence immediately drew the attention of everyone in the room.

"Danielle Fenton is going to live," Tsunade said, her voice calm yet firm, a stark contrast to the tension. "We’re keeping her here for a few days to make sure everything in her body is functioning properly. We want to ensure there’s no relapse from the electric shock that caused those Lichtenberg scars. But the good news is she’s stable."

A collective sigh of relief swept through the room. Even Bruce, the ever-composed billionaire, showed the faintest flicker of emotion on his face. Talia squeezed his hand, and Jasmine, who had been clutching her phone, looked as though a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

Tsunade continued, though her expression turned serious. "However, I need to speak with Jasmine Fenton, as she’s the closest relative we could reach. But I also need to speak with Mr. Wayne and Ms. Tate privately."

Sam spoke up. "I understand why you need to talk to Jazz—she’s Danny’s sister—but why Mr. Wayne and Ms. Tate?"

Tsunade’s gaze shifted toward Bruce and Talia, her tone softer now. "Jasmine is here as the only immediate family we could contact. As for Mr. Wayne and Ms. Tate, they’re the only adults in this room, and I need to ask them a few questions for clarification. Since there’s an ongoing blackout across multiple states, and the phone lines are down solely in Amity Park, I need to know what happened at the house. Were there any events or signs that could help me understand how this happened? Right now, I have a 14-year-old patient who was electrocuted to near death, and to add insult to injury, we’re running on backup generators at this hospital. I need to know everything that went down before Danielle was electrocuted. Once I understand what happened, we can figure out her treatment plan. As of right now, I can’t tell you when she’ll wake up, but it may be a few days."

She paused for a moment, assessing the room before continuing. "Since we haven’t been able to reach Mr. and Mrs. Fenton yet, we need another adult to help with the situation. I’m assuming Mr. Wayne will be in Amity Park for a few days, so by the time the Fentons arrive, we’ll have a clearer understanding of what’s going on."

Sam nodded, his usual sarcasm quieted by the gravity of the situation. "That makes sense. I’m sorry for questioning you."

Tsunade responded, "I know everyone’s going through a hard time, and we’re all just stressed by what’s happening. But Danielle is safe, and she’s going to make it. So, rejoice—you're going to have your friend back soon."

The group agreed, each of them processing the news in their own way. As Tsunade prepared to speak to the others, Tanya leaned back in her chair, her mind drifting back to the events that had led them here.

Flashback: Two Weeks Before Danielle’s Accident

It was a regular summer day in Amity Park. The heat of the season hung in the air as the friend group—Tanya, Sam, and Danny—spent their days doing what any normal teenagers would do: playing video games, watching movies, and enjoying their last bit of freedom before starting their first year at Casper High.

But lately, Danny seemed… different. Tanya noticed it first, as Danny had been growing increasingly distant. They would still play games and hang out, but there was an underlying tension in her actions, something that wasn’t there before.

One night, during a movie marathon, Tanya caught a glimpse of Danny’s face as she sat there, staring at the screen. Danny’s eyes were wide, and her usual energy seemed completely drained. It wasn’t from lack of sleep—though the marathon was stretching late into the night. It was something else, something Tanya couldn’t place.

When Sam asked if she was okay, Danny only mumbled something about needing a break, then retreated to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. It wasn’t unusual for Danny to be private, but this felt different. Sam and Tanya exchanged worried glances.

“Something’s not right,” Sam said quietly, his concern mirrored in Tanya’s eyes.

For the rest of the summer, they tried to figure out what was going on. They had seen the tension between Danny and Jazz, but they couldn’t know exactly what was causing it. Sam and Tanya didn’t understand sibling dynamics—they were both only children—but they couldn’t ignore the unease that had settled over Danny.

It wasn’t until one fateful movie night that everything clicked. They had been watching a cheesy, B-tier movie about a protagonist who finds out she was switched at birth. The moment the plot was revealed, Tanya noticed Danny’s reaction. Her eyes went wide, not from the movie, but from something deeper—something that seemed to shake her to the core.

“I… I need to go,” Danny whispered, slipping away before Sam or Tanya could stop her.

That was when the pieces began to fall into place. The DNA tests—Christmas gifts that Danny and Jazz had been given to uncover their ancestry—had obviously uncovered something unsettling. It was a puzzle, but one that felt dangerous.

After Danny locked herself away, Sam and Tanya sat down to talk. They decided that they would confront Danny, even if it meant pushing her boundaries. But they also realized that it wasn’t just about Danny—they had to help Jazz too. Both girls were struggling in their own ways, and Tanya knew they had to be there for her childhood friend, no matter what secrets were about to be uncovered.

So Tanya suggested that she and Danny have a girls-only sleepover. Danny was confused, asking if that meant Jazz was invited, but Tanya clarified that it would just be her and Danny, and they would be staying at Tanya's house. Danny seemed hesitant, but Sam convinced her.

“Hey, this summer’s we’ve been hanging out together. It’ll be nice if you two can spend some time together,” Sam said, trying to reassure her.

Danny still seemed reluctant, mentioning that they had plans. But Sam cut her off.

“Summer’s not over yet, and there will be plenty of time for more fun before school starts. We’ll be high school students soon, and now the time to relax .”

Danny finally agreed to the sleepover at Tanya's house.

Once the sleepover started, Danny seemed to be returning to her old self. But it wasn’t until they started watching movies that Danny began fidgeting and looking visibly stressed. Tanya paused the movie, noticing her best friend’s discomfort.

“Are you okay?” Tanya asked gently. “I know we've been friends since Pre-K. You can talk to me, no matter what. Even if it’s something difficult, know that me and Sam will always be here for you.”

At that moment, Danny broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. Tears streamed down her face as she cried her heart out. Tanya wrapped her arms around her, offering comfort and support, knowing this was much bigger than what she and Sam had anticipated.

When Danny calmed down, she finally spoke between sobs. "You are my best friend, Tanya, and I don’t know how to tell anyone. Jazz and I have been going through this alone. Jack and Maddie don’t know. I mean… my parents don’t know... I…"

Tanya gently soothed her. "Hey, take a deep breath. You don’t have to force yourself to tell me anything. Take your time. We’re here for you."

Danny took a shaky breath before speaking again. “The DNA test that Jazz and I took—it revealed some shocking truths about my family. The usual stuff people want to know about their ancestry, but… there was more.”

Tanya raised an eyebrow. “Like how you're great at chemistry and mechanics? Remember when you broke the toaster and then fixed it? I told you, you’re really good at that.”

Danny chuckled weakly and smiled. "No, not that… though maybe that's just me. But I found out that Jazz and I… we’re not biologically related. We’re not sisters. Apparently, one of my biological parents has Middle Eastern ancestry, and most likely, I got that DNA from my actual birth mother.”

Tanya’s face softened with sympathy. "Damn, Danny, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you and Jazz were dealing with all of this. But you know me and Sam—our families—we’re here for you. If you need a place to crash, or if things get too complicated, you’re always welcome at my house."

Just then, Mrs. Foley entered the room, overhearing the conversation.

“Tanya’s right,” Mrs. Foley said warmly. “You’re always welcome at our house.”

Both girls screamed in surprise, and Tanya quickly shouted, “Mom! I didn’t know you were listening! This is a private conversation!”

Mrs. Foley apologized, a smile tugging at her lips. “Sorry! I came in to ask if you wanted more snacks, but when I overheard you, I couldn’t help myself.”

Danny forgave Mrs. Foley, nodding. “It’s okay. Tanya, I understand she was just concerned. It’s not her fault.”

Danny’s voice grew quieter as she spoke again. “This is… strange. There’s this ongoing case about over 200 babies being swapped at birth, and I keep wondering if maybe I was one of those swapped babies.”

Tanya nodded solemnly. “Yeah, that’s been in the news a lot lately. Maybe it’s connected to your situation.”

Danny sighed, her face etched with confusion. “I don’t know how to feel about this at all.”

Mrs. Foley, trying to comfort Danny, added, “With the new DNA testing, there’s been an increase in the number of cases—police in Gotham and other places have been working with the families affected. This could be bigger than any of us realize." She paused, then added, "But I wanted to let you know something, Danielle: no matter what happens in the future, you always have people who care about you. Never forget that."

Note: OMG, this chapter was a lot of emotion! I’m really happy with how I ended it. I know I promised in Part 2 that I would lean into how the Infinite Realm felt the portal awakening on the other side, but it seems like that's most likely going to be in Part 4, maybe even Part 5. Considering where I'm going with the story, it might come up a little later than I would have liked, but hey, this is writing—things don’t always go as planned.

I also need to clarify why Tsunade referred to Talia as "Ms. Tate." In both canon and fan canon, Talia uses an alias when it comes to her business dealings. However, I don’t remember the exact name or last name she used, so I went with the last name she used in The Dark Knight Rises. That’s why she’s called Ms. Tate in this chapter and in future chapters—it's her civilian alias.

[daisynik7]

OMG I love your party idea it's so cool!! how about "slow down baby" by Christina Aguilar for Eren Yeager 💓💓 one of my favs

Slow Down Baby

Slow down baby and don't act crazy, don't you know you can look all you want but you just can't touch

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~2.4k

cw: modern-day au, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, implications of cheating, cheating, sex toy use (vibrator), dirty talk, pet names (good girl, princess)

Summary: Your boyfriend Jean is working late again, and you can’t help but be suspicious that there’s something nefarious happening behind your back. Pent up from not seeing him this whole week, you take this alone time to treat yourself to some much-needed self-care. 

Eren Jaeger knows that his friend is cheating on you, and he hates it. You don’t deserve it, not one bit. When Jean asks him to do a favor to try to cover up his infidelity, Eren seriously considers telling you the truth, ultimately deciding against it because of “bro code”. But what happens when he walks in on you taking all your sexual frustrations out on a little toy? Can he really keep his mouth shut?

Author’s Note: Thank you for this request @shepnicolo! Love me some Xtina, great song for the y2k karaoke party! This was a fun one for me, so I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, thank you for reading everyone! MDNI banner designed by @/cafekitsune. Header image from Pinterest.

“Hey babe. Sorry, but I’m going to be at work late again tonight.” It’s already past nine in the evening when Jean calls you, informing you of this last-minute change of plans.

“Again?” He’s had overtime every day since last week. He’s also been leaving early in the mornings so by the time you wake up, he’s gone. It feels like you’ve barely seen him at all. “How about dinner?”

“Yeah, yeah. I already ate.” There’s shuffling in the background. And maybe it’s just your paranoia, but you swear you hear a woman giggling quietly beside him.

You swallow hard, asking, “Is someone with you?”

“Huh?” His tone shifts, as if you’re asking the most ridiculous question. “What do you mean?”

Immediately regretting it, you rephrase, not wanting to sound accusatory. “I was just wondering if anyone else is working overtime with you. That’s all. Didn’t want you to be lonely there.” The last statement is a lie; you sincerely hope he’s alone and not doing what you’re suspicious of.

He clears his throat nervously. “Oh. Well, yeah, there are a few people here with me, so you have nothing to worry about.” 

Too late for that, you think, listening carefully for any more clues. When you can’t hear anything else, you sigh into the phone. “Okay, sweetie. I’ll see you later then.” You wait for him to respond, but he doesn’t. Quickly, you add, “I love you – ” 

He hangs up before you can get it out completely. 

Jean had been pulling away from you for a while now. It didn’t just start with the overtime. It began over a month ago, when you noticed how glued to the phone he was while the two of you watched TV together. When you asked who he was texting, he answered, “It’s my new coworker. She’s asking some questions about work.” At the time, it didn’t raise any alarms in your head, so you dropped it. Every day, he was immersed to the screen, sometimes excusing himself to take a call outside on your balcony. You resisted every urge, every temptation to eavesdrop on his conversations, look through his text messages, interrogate him further. 

You continue to give him the benefit of the doubt. There’s no way Jean would ever cheat on you. While you haven’t been together for that long, you like to think that you know him well enough to be sure he’s a faithful boyfriend. You don’t even have proof of his infidelity. It would be unfair to accuse him of such atrocities over some silly speculation, right?

Since he’s been in the office late this entire week, the two of you haven’t had sex in what seems like forever. Pent up and frustrated, you take this time to care for yourself, since Jean’s not around to do it. It starts with a serving of your favorite dessert, then a warm bath, soothing the tense muscles in your body. You surround yourself in a comfy robe, brushing your teeth with the full intention of falling asleep as soon as you do the one thing you need to make yourself feel better tonight. 

With all the lights off, except for the dim glow of the lampshade on the nightstand, you snuggle into your bed, untying the robe so it’s splayed beneath you. Inside the drawer, you retrieve your favorite vibrator and a small bottle of lube, pouring a tiny bead on the tip. Spreading your legs wide, you smear it on yourself. Using your free hand, you navigate to your favorite dirty audio, playing it out loud. 

~~~

Eren hates this. Absolutely hates it. 

He’s driving towards your apartment with a set of keys in his pocket and a bouquet of roses sitting in the passenger seat. All because your friend is a piece of shit. 

Eren’s known for a while now that Jean is cheating on you. It started with a not-so-subtle comment in the group chat. My new coworker is fucking hot. That alone disgusted him. Connie, of course, laughed it off. Armin didn’t say anything, probably unsure how to respond at such a statement. It only went downhill from there. 

She’s got the best body omg.

 I’m in trouble now.

This is bad guys lol. 

Don’t tell the girls okay? 

Jean has always rubbed Eren the wrong way, ever since they were kids. But at least he respected him. Now, not so much. Not at all, actually. You don’t deserve this, not one bit. No one does, but especially you. And maybe the reason he can’t completely berate Jean is because Eren’s harboring a secret of his own: He’s head-over-heels for you. 

Of course, he’s never acted on it. Bro code, right? Thou shall not hook up with another bro’s girl, or whatever the unofficial rule is. But what if said bro is acting like a total asshole? And what if this bro would treat you the way you deserve and more? Then what?

It’s because of this stupid code that he finds himself in the most ridiculous, aggravating situation. Earlier in the night, Jean texted the group chat. SOS SOS SOS. Armin and Connie were both busy, so didn’t respond, leaving Eren to answer the cry for help.

Jean explains it quickly through the phone, voice all panicky and guilty. “Dude, I need you to do me the hugest favor right now. I would you owe big time if you could help me out.” Basically, he needs Eren to buy a big bouquet of roses and deliver them to your apartment, where you can see them first thing in the morning. 

“Why?” he asks, irritated by this request.

“I think she’s suspicious. So I need to do something to throw her off the scent,” he explains. Eren can already see the cocky, shit-eating grin on his face. Why is he friends with this douchebag? And why did he agree to do this? He’s complicit in this mess now, not only for keeping his friend’s infidelity a secret, but for helping him continue it. He wants so badly to tell you the truth so you can escape this relationship. At the same time, he’s supposed to have his friend’s back no matter what, even if he is being a massive prick. 

So, he decides to help his buddy out, no matter how much it’s killing him. He meets Jean at an unknown address, most likely his side chick’s place. “Dude, seriously. I owe you one,” he says, patting him on the shoulder.

Eren nods silently, not wanting to speak in case he lets his true feelings slip. Jean hands him the spare keys to your apartment. “Just sneak in and set the flowers on the kitchen counter. She won’t suspect a thing.” It takes all of Eren’s willpower not to punch him in the face, so he quickly turns around to get into his car and drive off. 

It’s almost midnight by the time he arrives to your apartment. Surely, you’re asleep by now, still completely unaware that your bastard boyfriend is cheating on you. Still, he shouldn’t meddle in your relationship, even though he wants what’s best for you, which is not Jean.

He unlocks the door quietly, tip-toeing into the kitchen to set the flowers down, as instructed. He notices your bedroom door is ajar, a faint streak of light coming from the inside, and the undeniable sounds of a man growling expletives like, Come for me, slut. Yeah, give it all to me.

His eyes widen, surprised that you’re still awake, even more so that you’re listening to something like this. Curiosity gets the best of him; he stealthily makes his way beside your door, peering through the tiny opening to get a glimpse of you. 

You’re laid out on the bed, bare and exposed, gripping a vibrator to your pussy. The sight alone is enough to put him into a frenzy. Hearing your soft whimpers from your mouth along with the electric buzz from the toy fluttering on your clit sends him into a trance that he can’t snap out of. Before he can think logically, he’s pushing against the door, making his presence known. 

~~~

“Eren!” You sit up in bed, flinging the toy off to the side, covering yourself with your robe. “What are you doing here?”

He stands before you, a crazed look in his eyes, an obvious bulge protruding from his pants. He stutters, “I’m sorry.”

“What are you doing here?” you repeat, glaring at him. 

His mouth is agape, unable to get the words out. You’re losing patience, watching him struggle to explain why he’s here, inside your home, watching you masturbate. You grab your phone, making sure to exit out of whatever filthy audio that’s still playing, fingers ready to dial your boyfriend’s number when he blurts out, “Jean is cheating on you.”

You freeze on the spot, heart sinking from having your worst fear confirmed. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, staring down at his feet. “I’m so sorry.”

There are no tears in your eyes, surprisingly. Instead, your throat is heavy with emotion as you repeat for a third time, “So, what are you doing here?”

Still avoiding your gaze, he answers, “Jean thought you were catching on to him, so he asked me to bring you flowers to throw you off.” 

You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “Unbelievable.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you ask, “How long have you known about it?”

“A few weeks.” He looks up at you, saying your name this time. “I’m sorry you had to find out like this.”

After a deep breath, you sigh, relaxing against the headboard. “I’m sorry you’re involved in it.” You smile at him. “And I’m sorry you had to see me…you know.” Embarrassment catches up to you, heat rushing into your cheeks, aware that you’ve just been caught touching yourself with your vibrator, which is still in plain view beside you. 

He steps forward, inching closer towards the end of the bed. “Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong. Jean is a fucking asshole. You don’t deserve this.”

“What do I deserve, Eren?” You peer at him, tears welling in your eyes now, desperate for any ounce of comfort he can give to you in this moment. 

He sits near you on the edge of the bed, keeping his distance. “You deserve to be loved by someone who’s always going to treat you right. Someone who’s going to love you from head to toe.” 

“Someone like you?”

A gentle smile forms on his face. “Yeah. Someone like me.”

No matter how badly you want to close the distance between you, want to feel the love he says he can give to you, guilt holds you back. Sensing your hesitation, he scooches nearer. “Let me help you. Tell me what you want.”

Eren has always been sweet to you. Too sweet, in fact. You’ve always gotten the sense that he cares more for you than he lets on. And maybe it’s because you’re hurt right now, fragile, heartbroken, even a little scornful towards Jean. Whatever it is, it makes you realize you’ve been too busy with the wrong man to notice the right one has been here all along. However, two wrongs don’t make a right. Even with the confirmation of Jean’s adulterous behavior, you’re still his girlfriend until you officially end it, which will be soon. 

In the meantime, you manage to come up with something you can do to take advantage of this moment. 

You let go of your robe, letting it fall to your sides, displaying your nude body to him, arousal wet between your legs from earlier. He watches you carefully, cock straining against his sweatpants, breathing heavily.

“I’m not a cheater like Jean,” you mutter, spreading yourself wider, showing off your glistening cunt.

“I know you’re not,” he whispers, scooting forward, hand drifting to his lap.

Reaching for your vibrator, maintaining your gaze on him, you say, “I’m a good girl.” 

He swallows hard, palming his erection through the fabric. “Fuck. You’re a good girl. Such a good girl.”

“You can look, but you can’t touch. Understand?” Your finger hovers over the button, tip pressed to your throbbing clit.  

He nods erratically, licking his lips. “Yes.”

“Good,” you smirk, turning the toy on, ready to give him a show. “Tell me all the things you want to do to me.”

He shoves his boxers down, cock sprung stiff against his abdomen, the slit shiny with precum, veins bulging on his shaft. It’s the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen, better than what’s-his-face by a longshot, though you might be biased now, given the circumstances. Eren wraps his fist around it, jerking himself off while he watches you tease the tip on your swollen bud. “I want to fuck you into this mattress,” he moans. “Pound this pussy until we break the bed.”

“Yeah?” you purr, pressing the fluttering tip deeper into your clit. “What else?”

“Want to bounce you on this cock, watch you cream all over me,” he huffs, stroking himself faster. “God, this is hot. So fucking hot.”

Pleasure ripples through your body, toes curled from the sensation, so close to your climax with his soothing voice spitting his nasty fantasies at you. “I wish you could fuck me right now,” you confess, limbs quivering from ecstasy, pussy fluttering around nothing, aching to be filled. 

“Me too, princess. Me too. But you’re a good girl. And good girls don’t cheat.” He readjusts himself onto the bed, kneeling in front of you, stroking his hard dick. “I can give you this cum, though. That’s not cheating, right?”

You blindly agree with him, approaching your climax. “Yeah, give it to me. Give it to me, Eren.”

He swears loudly, shooting his load onto you, spilling over your clit, dripping down your pussy. “Fuck,” he groans, marveling at how pretty you look covered in his seed. 

You smile at him, relaxing against your pillows, dipping the tip of your vibrator in his mess. His mouth hangs open, eyes half lidded, watching as you stuff it inside your cunt. 

“Holy fuck,” he whispers, stroking his cock again, eyes fixated on your pussy. 

Do technicalities even matter anymore? All you know is that you want to be loved from head to toe by Eren Jaeger. You set aside the toy, sitting up to close the gap between you, pressing your lips to his. He hesitates before deepening the kiss, tongue slipping inside your mouth, sloppy and eager for more.

When you break apart to catch your breaths, he leans his forehead against yours, whispering, “Are you going to be a bad girl now and take this cock?”

Grinning, you nod, pulling him in for another kiss. 

[papayatori]

Oneshot! Fushiguro Megumi

Fluff 💓

This is just something to keep me occupied, nothing cannon, just happy fluff

Sniff

I lay in bed, genuinely upset with myself for feeling like a slob. I hated being sick, I hated feeling helpless. I haven’t done anything within my normal routine for three days now, and my roommate, Nobara was being distant with me because of that. It wasn’t that she didn’t care for me, in fact, she sent me sweet texts every now and then to make sure I was okay, she just didn’t want to get sick.

Megumi had done his best to keep me well, I knew he also didn’t like me being sick, but there wasn’t anything we could really do about it. He tried to talk me into seeing a doctor, but I have a fear of them, and Shoko was busy with Yuji after their last mission. Or maybe that was just an excuse so I didn’t feel like I was bothering anyone.

As a result, however, Megumi had been taking care of me. He was upset that I didn’t contact him for help to begin with, but being stubborn was sadly one of my less favorable traits.

“I brought you some soup.” He stated plainly. While his voice portrayed no emotion, his eyes said it all. They were frantic with worry, laced with care. I smiled at him.

“You didn’t have to do that, gumi.” I said, opening my arms out to hold the bowl he was carrying.

“Yes I did, you won’t ask for anything.” He said, handing me the warm bowl. I hurriedly started eating it. His eyes widened with shock.

“Slow down! You’re going to burn yourself. When was the last time you ate anything?” I gave him a sheepish grin, he knew the answer to that. He rolled his eyes. “Y/n, have you seriously not eaten anything in the last couple of days?” I didn’t respond, I only continued to scarf down the soup, which was surprisingly good. He scoffed.

“I’ve got my work cut out for me with you, don’t I?” He said, feeling my forehead gently. His cool hands felt like ice compared to my burning skin. I winced.

“Your hands are freezing.”

“No, you just have a really high fever. I’m going to call Shoko.” I shook my head frantically. He paused, waiting for my excuses.

“I’m fine, I promise! There’s no need-“

“I know you don’t want to be a bother to anyone, love, but you may need medical attention. I’m not going to sit back and watch you mope around for the next few days. You aren’t even taking good care of yourself.”

Reluctantly, I let him fish his phone from his jacket pocket and dial Shoko. I knew he was going to do it whether I agreed or not.

He kissed my forehead lightly before crouching down beside my bed, grabbing my hand gently.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let anything happen to you again. I care too much for you, regardless of how I show it.” I smiled at him, grateful to have such a caring boyfriend.

[cottagecheese1]

Chapter 2

summary: A few years after your father died, your mother marries a new man, to you having a new family meant new begging's, but what happens when your new begging comes spiraling apart just because of the people that made them. paring: dark stepdad Andy Barber x reader x dark dbf Lloyd Hansen x reader x dark stepbrother Johnny storm x reader x dark bbf Colin Shea.

warnings- (DDLG undertones) stepcest, Johnny is NOT Andy's biological father, he is the adopted son. smut, do not engage if you are uncomfortable with any of the following, spanking, blackmail, p in v, edging, thigh riding, oral, fingering.

Series master list right here

The day was new, sadly, after last night you didn’t know if leaving your room was a good option in the first place, well of course you’d live, but the embarrassment you felt at the moment made you feel like the world was ending. You always felt a little sensitive and awkward towards every little situation that came your way. When you say it in your head it always sounds like a bad thing even though there are worse things in the world, and you shouldn’t even come close to feeling unfortunate in any situation–or thats what your mother would tell you, at a point your life your mother used to make you feel vain–blaming you for your fathers death saying it was your fault, of course you knew your mother had loved you, I mean she was also going through the grief of losing her husband, you shouldn’t be selfish–thats what she would also tell you.

After a long two hours of laying in bed, you rolled in bed and looked at your alarm clock that read 9:23am, and you could already hear the shuffling and laughter of the boys in the kitchen, deciding to just suffer through it and just hope nobody brings up the previous night, they all probably forgot about it by now, right? You could only hope because you sure haven’t forgotten.

Making your way down the hall where the chuckling and the sizzling of bacon started to make itself more present as you stepped into the kitchen, your head automatically goes down towards the floor when the chatter abruptly stops–the awkward sizzling of bacon mocking you as you walk towards the bread.

Andy stops and turns toward you with a small smile while leaning on the marble countertop, finally deciding to break the silence, “good morning honey, I made breakfast if you’re interested, bacon and uh maybe some pancakes if Johnny will save some for the rest of us.” he says the last part while turning towards a shirtless johnny stuffing his mouth full, mumbling out a “sorry”.

You tilt your head up toward Andy, and grab the bread, “no thanks Andy, maybe later–thanks though–well not that I don’t want any it's just-” you stutter out, until Andy interrupts you with a soft chuckle.

Andy walks behind you–tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before he leaned down to press a small kiss to your temple, “Oh pumpkin, what am I gonna do with you hm? With your cute self.” your cheeks tinted red, and besides that you could hear Johnny, and Colin snickering–probably making fun of you.

Not really knowing how to respond, but suddenly another thought comes to mind–where's your mother? Now curious, you turned and asked Andy, face still red as a beet, “um- where's my mom?” Andy half listens to you as he plays with your hair softly.

“She’s on a business trip, won’t be back for a few weeks, so you get to spend some alone time with us.” Andy says as he smirks.

You advert your gaze back to the toaster and give him a quick “okay”, before turning back around he huffs dramatically grabbing his keys swiftly, but before he heads out, he stops before the two chuckling boys.

“You boys be nice, treat her good until I get home, okay? Oh honey, if you need anything just give me a call, okay? Johnny should help you with anything, if not, I’ll be back around 11:00. Be good you two.”, and at that Andy was out the door, now it’s just you and them.

Johnny sighed and got up dramatically, “I’m gonna go take a shower, you kids have fun.” he said as he walked toward his bedroom.

Now it was just Colin and you, but as soon as you heard the toaster pop up, you scurried to your room–not even bothering to grab the butter–once you got to your room, closing the door you sighed and switched your phone on for the next hour.

💼

After another 30 minutes of contemplating if you should leave your room or not, you do. Opening the door slowly, and walking down the hall to the living room, where you thought watching TV would be an option for you, but Colin seemed to be taking up the couch and the entire atmosphere, and God was it intimidating.

Before you could turn away, and advance to the comfort of your own room–Colin stopped you abruptly. He threw his head back over the back of the couch, and called your name out.

“Hey!- don’t leave, come join me, I’m watching 21 jump street, I want you to come watch it with me.”

He sounded so demanding, but maybe that's just his way of expressing himself, so you watch as he scoots over a tad, and pats the spot next to him. This is when you seem to notice he doesn’t have a shirt on under his thin jacket, but you still sit down awkwardly next to him.

Suddenly he scoots closer to you, and wraps an arm around you, pulling you to him slightly as he says “relax baby, just getting comfortable, you wanna lay on me?”

“Oh, well I’m ok right now, I wouldn’t wanna-” he cuts you off by his own words, “cmon baby, I don’t mind, it's just some friendly cuddles, don’t gotta be all shy about it.” he says the last part chuckling.

You stay silent as he speaks again, “Here–I’ll help you.” Coin grunts a bit as he pulls you on top of him, and pushes your head onto his chest, softly stroking your hair. As much as you’d hate to admit it, it did feel kind of nice, maybe because he was nice and warm, and solid–Colin interrupts your train of thought when he speaks again.

“Isn’t this nice baby? All nice and relaxed…You're such a good girl, you know that?” he says with a mischievous glint in his voice while stroking your back, his voice still vibrating off of you he continues, “So, so quiet. Bet you're a virgin huh? All pure and untouched, from the way you're grinding on my dick and acting all innocent about it, you have to be.”

You feel stiff all the sudden, like you can’t move, now you're overly aware of the fact that his dick is poking your thigh. Then to make things worse he leans down toward your ear, “You know me, and Johnny talked about fucking you last night? Or how adorable you would look trying to wrap your lips around our cocks–and the tears that would run down that pretty face as we both fucked you till you couldn’t walk–or talk–bet you're a cock drunk bitch when you have the chance, huh?”

This is when you really started to freak out, trying to shove away from him eagerly, “Stop! Get off me! Andy will come back any time.”, and Colin just laughed at your plea, which made you slightly confused.

“Oh Baby, you poor girl, Andy’s the worst of both of us, if you knew all the dirty shit he’s said about you, you’d be crying–or well you already are–your new daddy just wants to pound you into his mattress until you're crying honey, and so much more.”

Your eyes widened at his statement, that couldn’t be, Andy cared about you..right? The thoughts that ran a million miles in your head suddenly got interrupted by another presence entering the room. Johnny.

Crying out for him as Colin licked and sucked on your neck, making you whimper pathetically in the process, “Johnny, please get him off of me..” you said pleadingly.

Johnny stared at you mockingly as he bent down to your level, where you still laid beneath Colin helplessly. He stroked the side of your face teasingly before he said, “Now why would I do that hm? Not when you’re whimpering so sweetly baby.” Colin then let up off you, leaning back into the couch, pulling you into his lap in the process as you felt your thighs subconsciously rub together.

After Johnny made his way beside you and Colin–sandwiching yourself between them as result, he stroked your thigh up and down, slowly making his way to your clothed core, “Look how fucking red you are, just from some teasing hm? you wanna feel me sweetheart? Don’t even try to hide how wet you are–bet you haven’t even had your first kiss yet.”

You had to be slightly surprised at his forwardness, no you haven’t had your first kiss yet, but you just told yourself that you're waiting for the right person. Colin chuckled at Johnny’s antics, this is also when you noticed that Johnny was not wearing a shirt–or pants for a matter of fact, this realization made you feel hotter all over.

Colin leaned over and looked at Johnny, “You know the old man won’t like it if we take her first kiss without him being here."

Johnny rolled his eyes and scoffed, still stroking your thighs, “Fuck that old geezer, I'm taking what's min-” Johnny got cut off by a loud slam of a door and jingling of car keys jingling. You three looked over toward the door to see Andy in the doorway, his arms crossed intimidatingly.

“what's going on here fellas..trying to break her in without me?” Andy said with a smirk as he reached the end of his sentence. He walked over to you slowly, and took your small face into both of his large hands, “And what about you honey? Having fun without daddy, hm? Good thing I’m here now.” He ends the last of his words with a chuckle.

Pleading for help wouldn’t even save you right now, after what Johnny and Colin just confessed to you–especially Andy–all you can do is hope for the best.

A/n: sorry for the short late chapter ya'll (I edited it at the end because the order was fucked up for those who were as confused as me.)

[maldaptivedreamer]

From Afar P. 7

With your heart aching and your ego is bruised, can you bring yourself to forgive him? Will you give him the chance to fix what he broke?… Is he worth a second chance?

content: Errors and mistakes, not entirely accurate to alien universe, angst with happy ending, name calling (asshole, darling, etc.)

wc: ~2.9

a/n: I'm not sure about how I feel about the ending, but I did try to make it happy. Didn't wanna draw things out too much, but not sure if it landed. Feels kinda rushed. Anyway, thanks for reading!

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Work had been a shitshow. The lack of sleep was starting to take its toll on your body, and the constant ache in your muscles only worsened throughout the day.

You accidentally dropped your drill, and the loud clanging noise reverberated through the stuffy tunnel. Normally, everyone kept to themselves and ignored the sounds of their coworkers, focused on meeting their quota by the end of their shift. But this time, all eyes were on you. A nearby worker shouted over the deafening noises, “Damn, I feel sorry for that bastard.”

Finishing your shift and returning your drill, you couldn't help but agree with their sentiment. The attendant quickly noticed the damaged drill and tsked disapprovingly before adding more time to your work contract as compensation for the damage.

Ultimately, your shift ended with more time owed than less.

As you near your front door, all you can think about is a long shower and crawling into bed.

Lost in thought, you almost miss the figure sitting on your doorstep until you're only a few doors away. Gnawing on your lip, you sigh and begin to mentally prepare yourself.

Schooling your face into an expression of dry neutrality, you apprehensively approach the door. The figure stands up and brushes himself off, his voice shaking with fake enthusiasm, “Hey, haven’t seen you in a while.”

Bjorn looks almost exactly the same as he did the last time you saw him. Almost.

But you know him better than that. Have come to know him more intimately than, dare you say, anyone else ever had.

His stress is evident in the creases on his clothes, the headband he wears with little concern for its placement, and the fidgety movements of his hands as he twists his ring or wipes them on his jeans. It's also visible in the darker shade of pink on his bottom lip from constant biting.

He stands in front of your door, silently pleading for entry. You say nothing, and he swallows hard at your silence.

With a nod and a downward glance, he shuffles his feet in the dirt and speaks, “You, uh… You changed the code to your door, and I wasn’t really able to catch you…” His voice trails off and you simply watch him.

His chest puffs with a deep, audible breath, “Guess you’ve just been busy… I guess. Would you… may I come in?”

Silently, you gesture towards your door, and he quickly moves aside. Your body shields the keypad as you enter the code and unlock the door. Turning to face him, you tilt your head up to meet his gaze.

Finally speaking, you utter out a simple, “No.” You watch as the hope in his eyes is quickly replaced by desperation.

His voice is rushed as you move to shut the door, “Please! Please… I just want to talk. I want to… to apologize. To say I’m sorry.”

Your neutral expression drops into a frown as you respond with an unforgiving tone, “You just did, why should I let you in? … I’m tired and I’ve had a shit day at work. I’m really, really not in the mood, nor do I have the energy to have this conversation.”

Bjorn forces his anxious eyes to focus on yours as he speaks in a low, watery voice, “You’re right… You’re always right love. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry… You’ve given me so many chances. So, so many. And-” His voice becomes choked, “and I fucked every single one of them up… But I’m asking, begging for one more love. Please- just, just to talk.”

You pause before giving him a forced nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. Your voice is blunt, “Okay, but I need to take a quick shower first, so… just go wait in the kitchen or something.”

Without waiting for his response, you swing open the door and retreat to your room.

As you turn on the faucets and gather a change of clothes, you can still feel his pleading eyes piercing into you from two rooms away.

You briefly lean on the counter with both hands and stretch your tense body. With a grimace, you strip off your clothes and step into the warm stream of water.

As the warm water cascades over you, you feel the strain in your muscles begin to relax. You take a deep breath and decide that this shower will, in fact, not be quick – He’d wasted your time before why not return the favor. Trying to disregard your spiteful thoughts, you focus on clearing your mind before what will surely be a draining conversation.

As you dry off and get dressed, your body pulses with adrenaline. The urge to run or fight is intense and your body tenses with restraint.

Making your way into the kitchen, you can see him sit awkwardly on the chair. Deciding to keep your distance, you force your shaking hands to still as you lean against the kitchen counter.

You roll your eyes and tiredly speak, “Go on then.”

There is a tense silence as Bjorn avoids looking at you. His voice is shaky and falters as he speaks, “I’m sorry.”

Another silence follows, and your grip on the counter tightens. Scoffing with disbelief, your voice sharp, “‘I’m sorry.’ That’s it?"

You push yourself off the counter, fists clenched and hissing with frustration. “You can’t even bother to look me in the fucking eye?… What? What did you think this was gonnna be, huh?” you seethe. You pause to let your question hang in the air before continuing.

You stare at him as your brows are furrowed in anger. Scoffing, you begin to pace on the kitchen floor, “Nothing to say? Is it because you thought that you’d come here… say sorry… and then everything would be, okay?”

Your pacing on the kitchen floor intensifies as Bjorn swallows, watching you rub your hands across your face. "No, I-" he begins.

Cutting him off, you continue with a bitter tone, “No? You didn’t come here expecting make up sex? Or better yet, angry sex? … You never really wanted to talk about any of this,” you gesture between you angrily, “That was the problem, but now that I’m done… You want to fix it…”

Your voice falters and you feel treacherous tears cloud your eyes, “You know… It hurt… It fucking hurt when you repeatedly, repeatedly kept putting the conversation off?

Dragging a harsh hand through your hair and chest heaving, you hiss, “Do you know how fucking embarrassing it is to be with someone everyone calls an asshole?”

Your voice turns mocking, “They were joking, sure. But I’m not finding the joke very funny right now… I have been soo patient with you. Why do you think that was?”

Not pausing for him to answer, your voice holds so much sorrow and anger, “Because I fucking liked you Bjorn.”

“Liked?”, he chokes out, pain evident on his face.

Slowly nodding, you give him a sarcastic smile, “Yeah liked… Did you think that I stayed and put up with your shit because of the sex? No," you scoff and laugh bitterly.

Leaning on the counter with your head down, your voice is now quiet, “I stayed because I started to fucking like you. The humiliating thing is I really, really liked you.”

Both of you remain silent as you process the weight of your words. The surge of anger and adrenaline may have given you a temporary boost, but now you feel completely drained. Your body slumps as all the emotions that you had been suppressing finally spill out. The argument has left you with an empty feeling in your chest.

When Bjorn finally speaks, his voice is laced with guilt. He stands up, gesturing with open hands as he apologizes, “I understand… and I am so, so sorry for how much I’ve hurt you, for hurting you. I’m sorry for how much I’ve put you through.” There is a pause as he gathers his thoughts, it gives you a chance to do the same. You allow yourself to slide down to the floor, your limbs feeling exhausted and useless.

His face is open and genuine, with gleaming eyes that never waver from your gaze. The pain in your chest intensifies as he lowers himself to the ground, settling a few feet away from you.

Bjorn lets out a wet laugh as he speaks, “You’re right. I’m an asshole, I can be one, but never to you. I never wanted to be that to you. I…”

He draws in a deep breath and licks his dry lips. His hands ball into fists as he struggles against the urge to reach out and touch yours. A few stray tears slide down his flushed cheeks, “I want a relationship with you. I want to be with you… I want to be your partner if you’ll still have me, and if not… then I would like to be a part of your life. I… care about you. I really, really like you. I don’t exactly know if what we have… had… was love, but it was the closest thing I’ve ever come to it. I’m not sure if you feel, or felt, the same but I am so fuckin’ sorry that I ruined it darling.”

Bringing himself closer to you, his tone soft and vulnerable, “I want to work on this, on me…” He licks his lips again, searching for the right words, “If not with you then for you. I want to be better.”

You sigh and reach out a trembling hand towards him. Bjorn immediately crawls closer and takes your hand in his. You study his face and shake your head, gently brushing his hair away back, “Bjorn, I don’t want you to change for me. I want you to do it for you… This won’t work if you do it for me. I accept your apology, but I don’t forgive you…”

You can see the glimmer of hope in his eyes as he tentatively reaches out to wipe away your tears. You force yourself to shake your head and raise a hand to do it yourself.

As his hand falls away, you steel yourself and speak firmly despite the heaviness in your chest, “We are not picking up where we left off… As much as I would really like to believe you, I don’t. I don’t trust you. We need to take things slow, to be friends. I just, just need time… I can’t be around you right now. I’m still so angry and I don’t want to start a friendship with you still angry.”

Licking your dry lips, your breaths come out in choppy bursts. A frown creases your face.

Bjorn swallows hard and gives you space. His voice is strained - it's hard to tell if it's from hurt or hope or both - when he speaks again, “Thank you lo-”

You quickly interrupt him, “And don’t, don’t call me love. It’s-”, you pause, “Nicknames need to be kept to a minimum, but don’t call me love. Please.”

A small part of you is hopeful, cautiously hopeful. Very cautiously hopeful.

“Easy darling, you’ll end up cuttin’ yourself if you keep on,” Bjorn’s teasing and stupidly annoying voice reaches your ears.

Groaning, you flip him off, “Then fucking help me asshat.”

He throws his head back in a laugh as he uncrosses his arms. Pushing himself from the wall he’d leant on, he makes his way toward you.

"Alright, alright," he chuckles, reaching out to you. Your face scrunches with one final attempt before begrudgingly handing the bottle to him. Sitting by you, his fingers brush yours as they grasp the neck of the bottle. You try to ignore the warmth that spreads through your body at his touch.

Bjorn effortlessly opens the beer, and he hands it to you. You purposefully brush your fingers against his as he speaks.

“There you are darling,” he murmurs, his voice suddenly low and serious. Feeling drawn to his blue eyes, you meet his intense gaze. For a moment, the world seems to stand still.

Shaking yourself out of it, you clear your throat. "Thanks," you mutter.

Sighing, you try to focus on why you asked him here in the first place. Your voice is noticeably worried as you speak, “Tyler and Navarro will be distracting Kay, so I need help setting everything up for her. So, can you help me? There’s a lot I wanna to get done.”

Bjorn grins, the earlier tension dissipating. "Depends. What's in it for me?"

As you focus on his familiar teasing, the stress dissipates. You roll your eyes, fighting back a smile. "The pleasure of my company, obviously."

"Oh, obviously," he drawls. "Because that's such a treat."

Your playful tone reaches his ears as he nudges you, "Oh please, you love my company. You’re always around, practically obsessed with me... Who knows maybe one day I’m gonna find a way to get rid of your annoying ass.”

He stretches out next to you as he speaks, “Come now darling, you’d miss me and my pretty face too much.”

He tilts his head towards you and his voice is suddenly serious, genuine, “Hey lo-.”

Your heart jumps as you hear his slip up, but you ignore it.

Clearing his throat, he continues, “Course I’ll help with everything. And she’s gonna love it. Everything will be perfect. With her bleeding heart, she would’ve loved just the cake you’d made her, she’ll crash when she sees what you’ve got planned.”

His light nudges bring you back to reality, pulling you out of your racing thoughts. The teasing grin is back on his face, “Relax princess, it’s ‘sposed to be a party.”

You try. You roll your shoulders, but the attempt is useless. It will be, until everything is done, possibly even after.

Watching you, he bites his lip briefly before furrowing his brows, “C’mon, we’ll work on fixin’ it til everything looks good, yeah?”

Glancing at him, your eyes hold a genuine appreciation for him. Appreciation for more than just his help with Kay’s party.

Holding air in your cheeks, you nod at him. Bjorn’s smile is enough to slightly lessen the anxiety in your chest.

With his reassurance and comforting presence beside you, you become lost in your thoughts.

It took a considerable amount of time and effort to get where you both are now, but you are grateful that you allowed him back into your life. You thought you had strong feelings for him before, but they have only intensified since then.

Bjorn has changed; you have seen how hard he's worked to improve himself and to be better. Everyone around him has noticed; all of them mentioning that he is significantly more tolerable now, attributing that change to you. You don’t want to take the credit for his hard work to change, but… his relationship with you did play a significant role in motivating him to change.

You pause your thoughts and sneak a glance at him from the corner of your eye.

He gets up to grab another beer and stumbles over the trash on the floor, cursing under his breath. You can't help but release a small, breathless giggle, causing him to turn towards you with a playful glare.

The smile on your face softens as he makes his way back towards you. You both sit in silence before your gentle voice breaks it, “I forgive you Bjorn.”

You shift your gaze from the people around you to his pretty blue eyes, "I forgive you," you say softly. "And maybe not now… but if you wanna start dating, start a relationship together… then I’m ready.”

A wide grin spreads across his face at your words, and he bites his lip to contain it. You can't help but smile in return.

The warm feeling in your chest intensifies as he takes your hand in his. Squeezing your clasped hands, he swallows.

Bjorn's eyes shine with emotion as he gazes at you, he squeezes your hand tighter. "Are you sure?" he asks softly, his voice filled with hope and a hint of disbelief.

You squeeze his hand back, feeling a surge of warmth at his consideration. "I'm sure. We've taken things slow, built a friendship. I trust you again, Bjorn. And I..." You pause, gathering your courage. "I think I'm falling in love with you."

His breath catches and for a moment he's speechless. Then a brilliant smile spreads across his face. "I love you too," he murmurs.

Bjorn lets out a shaky breath, bringing your joined hands to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. "Thank you," he murmurs against your skin. "I promise I won't let you down this time. I'll do whatever it takes to make this work."

You can't help but smile at the sincerity in his voice. "I know you will. We'll make it work together."

Bjorn leans in slowly, giving you time to pull away if you want. But you don't. Your eyes flutter closed as his lips meet yours in a tender kiss.

Pulling away, you feel the familiar warmth of his forehead against yours. You laugh and caress his cheek with your thumb, teasingly saying, “That’s all you’re getting til you take me out on a date.”

His warm breath tickles your face as he chuckles, "A date, huh?" Bjorn murmurs, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I think I can manage that.”

He wraps an arm around your shoulder, and you lean into him, both of you lost in comfortable silence. Kissing your forehead, Bjorn's arms feel like home.

[fanfictionstuff]

Amaimon x normal fem human

An idea about Mephisto catching Amaimon in the hallway with a normal human popped in my mind, the rest of the fic was written around that idea.

“Faust.” You try to nudge your classmate away, but he’s like a stone wall standing before you. “What are you doing?” you ask as he steps closer, and you take another step back until your desk digs uncomfortably into your lower back. He points at your bag, more specifically at the container inside it. 

“What’s that?” he asks, already aware of what it is. They’re the cookies you had apparently baked. Throughout the day, you’ve shared some with several classmates, but you never offered him one. After hearing all the praise from those who got one, he wants one too. After all, how could he resist when multiple people declared it the best cookie they’ve ever had?

“I was experimenting with a new recipe last night; I brought cookies so my friends could give me their opinion.” 

He slowly nods in understanding. “Can I have one _____?” You blink in surprise when he uses your given name. Your initial thought is that perhaps he doesn’t realize that surnames should be used when addressing people unless they are good friends. However, you then recall him mumbling other classmates’ surnames on several occasions. 

Quickly you nod and reach into the bag. “Of course. I’ve only got a few left, but if you like them, you can have the rest of them.” You smile, holding out the container for your classmate.

Amaimon’s eyes quickly scan over the container. Only four left. He takes it from you quickly, like he’s worried someone might come in last minute and take one of the cookies you’re offering him. 

His eyes widen as he bites into it. 

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You watch as Ambrosius glances around your home. After expressing his interest in your baking, you invited him over for dinner with your family, primarily because you’re a friendly person and have noticed he doesn’t seem to have friends. “My parents won’t be home for another hour and a half,” you explain the absence of others in the house as you place a pair of indoor shoes in front of him. “I let my mom know we’ll have a guest for dinner.”

Amaimon gazes at you as you start to guide him toward your bedroom, his eyes darting between your back and the small reaper trailing closely behind. You haven’t acknowledged its presence all day despite it following you everywhere. 

“I should probably start my homework. Sorry, I guess I seem like a lame host. You can watch TV or do your homework too, whatever-“

“You can’t see it?” Ambrosius cuts you off. 

Confused, you drop your bag on your bed. “See what?” 

Amaimon stares at the reaper sitting by your feet. You can’t see it. That means you also can’t see that he’s a demon too. It explains why you casually invited him to your house. 

You glance at where he is looking; there’s nothing there. “See what?” you question again. 

Amaimon shifts his focus from the reaper back to you. Should he reveal it to you? He doesn’t know you well enough to predict how you’ll respond- not just to the reaper, but also to Amaimon himself. But then again, it’ll probably be entertaining.

Your eyes widen as Ambrosius holds a hold out for you to take. Confused, you place your hand in his. Your face burns as he brings your wrist to his lips. “I’ll show you.” 

“What-“

Ambrosius's teeth sink into your wrist, breaking the skin effortlessly and eliciting a gasp of unexpected pain from your lips. “What are you doing?” you snap as your blood begins to trickle down his chin. Ambrosius merely shrugs, licking his lips clean. Confusion swiftly replaces the pain as you realize that the man standing in front of you is not your classmate. While there are similarities, he now has an unusual hair color, oddly shaped spiked hair, and pointed ears—he lifts his hand to your face, revealing nails transformed into sharpened claws. 

Amaimon wants you to look at the reaper, but your attention is fixed on him. He gently reaches for your chin and slowly turns your head toward the reaper. When your eyes finally meet a frog the size of a medium dog, you screech, instinctively clutching onto the stranger to distance yourself from the unsettling demon-frog creature. 

“What is that?!” 

Amaimon doesn’t even blink when you scream in his ears. Instead, he casually turns his head to catch a glimpse of you peeking out from behind him. “It’s a reaper. A demon.”  

“Get rid of it!” you plead, panic rising in your voice. 

“Really?” he questions. “He likes you. He’s been following you all day.”  

Ten minutes later, you find yourself nearly sitting on Amaimon’s lap, wide-eyed as you gaze at the reaper. Amaimon has just revealed his true identity, which is undeniably terrifying. Yet, the frog demon who’s fixated on you has quickly become your most significant source of fear in this situation. “You could probably make it your familiar,” Amaimon suggests, casually flipping through the options on your TV. He continues to scroll through the options even as you wrap your arms around his shoulders in panic, the demon hopping a bit closer to you. 

After dinner with your family, you refuse to let him leave, still clinging to him as the frog creature continues to follow you. 

“If that one can get into my house, how many more can?!”

“A lot more if they wanted.”

He ends up having to spend the night.

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“______.” He quickly jogs to catch up with you. 

“Amaimon.” 

The demon king’s hand seamlessly intertwines with yours as he walks in step beside you. “Can I come to your house tonight?” He questions while using his free hand to grab your bag from your shoulder and move it onto his own shoulder. 

It has been three weeks since he first demanded a cookie. That very same night, he revealed his true identity, and it was overwhelming to process. A whirlwind of drama in such a short time, yet somehow, the king has managed to worm his way into your heart. 

“Sure, I’ll need to let my mom know you’re coming for dinner.” You pull your phone from your pocket to send her a message. While you’re texting, Amaimon places his hands on your hips and gently guides you back until you’re pressed between him and the wall. “Can I help you?” you huff, but you still slip your free hand up his arm until it wraps around his shoulder, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. 

"I want to kiss you," he states plainly, golden eyes fixed on your lips. 

You glance around the school hallway, feeling your cheeks warm. "We're at school, Amaimon." 

He tilts his head, expression unchanged. "So? No one is looking." 

Before you can voice any further objections, his lips find yours—gentle yet insistent. Despite your initial hesitation, you feel yourself melting into the kiss, your fingers weaving tighter into his hair. He tastes of sugar, likely a remnant of the lollipop he had earlier. The kiss begins gently but soon intensifies as his hand moves from your hip to the small of your back, drawing you closer to him. The phone in your hand is completely forgotten as you surrender to the moment. When he pulls away, you're slightly breathless. "You always taste sweet," you murmur. 

"It's the candy. What are we having for dinner?" 

You laugh at his abrupt change of subject. "I don't know. Whatever Mom's making." 

Amaimon leans in for another kiss, this time sliding his thigh between your legs. Just as the kiss deepens and your heart races, it suddenly comes to an end. You open your eyes in surprise and find the headmaster gripping Amaimon by the back of his blazer, a stern expression on his face. 

“Ambrosius,” the headmaster frowns. “Who is your friend? I apologize if my nephew is bothering you.” 

“She is my girlfriend.” 

The headmaster's eyebrows raise in surprise, and for a brief moment, he appears speechless. You can feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Girlfriend? That's... surprising," the headmaster remarks, his gaze on you filled with newfound interest. "I didn't realize you were capable of sustaining such relationships, Ambrosius."

Amaimon shrugs, showing no reaction to the headmaster’s remark. "There's a lot you don't know."

You clear your throat awkwardly. "Um, I should probably get going. My mom is expecting me home soon."

“Brother, let me go. I’m going home with _____.”  

Mephisto freezes. “You told her?”  

“Yes.”  

“Miss ______ is just an ordinary human.”  

“She’s also my girlfriend.”

Mephisto's lips curve into a smile. "How interesting." He releases Amaimon's blazer and straightens his own extravagant coat. "Well, I suppose we should have a proper introduction then. My name is Mephisto.” 

"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." 

"Oh my, what formality!" Mephisto exclaims as he bows dramatically. "The pleasure is entirely mine. I've been curious about what could be capturing my little brother's attention lately; he seems rather... distracted." 

Amaimon steps closer, his arm wrapping possessively around your waist. "We're going to be late." 

"Late? For what?" Mephisto raises an eyebrow. 

"Dinner at her house," Amaimon states flatly, already pulling you away. 

"How domestic!" Mephisto calls after you. "Perhaps I should join you sometime; I would love to meet the family of the young lady who has captured my brother's attention." 

You feel Amaimon tense beside you. "No,” he says without hesitation. “Leave my human alone. Let’s go _____.” 

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Coach Sy part 4 "The Date"

Here it is folks! Sy and Alayna's big first date and other things ;) Enjoy let me know what you think! No I promise I'm not stopping here!!

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, Smut! (p in v) , creampie, Dom Sy

Reblogs and comments are always welcome! all mistakes are mine! it's late and I definitely did not proof read because I was on a roll and excited about posting it! I'm sorry in advance for any grammatical errors

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It was another busy week. We were headed into the second week of October and that meant midterms were right around the corner. And so was fall break. Half of my students were anxious and stressed, they had test anxiety and were worried where this would put them on the class ranking. The others, I couldn’t get them to focus. They had one foot out the door ready for the long weekend, Ready for pumpkin patches and fall leaves. Surely plotting their next instagram post or tik tok or whatever it was they were doing now. 

I actually didn’t see much of Sy during the week, the boys were up against another difficult team this friday so he spent most of his lunches watching tape for practice. We kept things professional when we did run into each other though. It helped that I wasn’t sure how far he wanted to take it after what he’d said saturday. He wanted to be a gentleman. I guess that meant he wasn’t going to kiss me again either until he took me out on a date. I could handle that. But it didn’t mean it wasn’t torture. Logan may be kind and sweet and the perfect gentleman. But he’s also a big fucking tease. And he was doing it on purpose!

I ran into him on Wednesday afternoon in the hallway. I was on my way back in from picking up lunch. He was on his way back to his classroom. He immediately smiled when he saw me

“Well there’s a sight for sore eyes, late lunch darlin?” He asked, leaning against the wall in the hallway. I blushed.

“Hey handsome, yeah, busy afternoon just got the chance to go pick something up.” I responded. Then added “I’ve missed are lunch dates, I haven’t seen much of you this week,” I bit my lip softly waiting for him respond. 

“Yeah, me too, I’d much rather be having you for lunch,” He winked. “But I don’t think that’d be very work appropriate.” He smirked. I felt my face heat up and my eyes went wide. 

“Sy!” I scolded trying so hard to hide my laugh. He cupped the my jaw and brushed his thumb over my cheek. 

“Saturday’s only a few days away Darlin’, I waited over a year for you. Just a few more days and you can see as much of me as you want,” He drawled out chuckling softly. 

My face went completely flush and my heart rate sped up. This had to be what a heart attack felt like. God this man knew what he was doing. My skin felt like it was burning and simultaneously I was puddle on the floor for him. 

“You talk big game for a man that won’t even kiss me,” I teased, finally finding my voice again. I watched him as his eyes flickered behind me and he quickly turned to see if we were alone. 

“I can��t baby, you’re like a drug or something. If I get started with you again I’m not gonna be able to stop. And this aint the right place for that sugar.” He smiled softly. He let his hand fall back to his side. We were in the middle of the hallway surely we couldn’t stand like this forever and not get caught. And he was right. Faculty dating isn’t against the rules. But at the rate we were going we would be fired if we took a step closer to each other right now. 

“I do that much for you?” I asked, unable to hide smile. 

“You do more than that sugar, you’ll see soon enough. I gotta head back to my classroom and get some work done. I’ll see you at the game Friday! You go eat darlin, don’t need you passin out on us,” he gave me one last soft smile before we parted ways and I headed back to my office.  

On thursday night I went to dinner with the girls. And gave them all the details they’d been waiting for. 

“Girl I would have melted! He did not!” Skyler gasped. I laughed and hid my blush behind a sip of wine. 

“And in the middle of the school hallway, you guys are like teenagers,” Hayley shook her head, but smiled. “You better be back by curfew saturday night,” she smirked. I took another bite of the cake we were sharing for dessert and smiled skyler shook her head. 

“I don’t think he plans on taking her back to her house unless he’s staying the night,” She joked. 

“My god you guys can we get through one dinner without discussing my love life,” 

“No, it was non-existent until he came along and we are fully invested. This is better than TV!” Skyler laughed. “Seriously though, I hope you have so much fun saturday night, you haven’t been out on a date in… well a really long time! You deserve this!” 

“He does know you’re like horrible at bowling though right? Like when we used to go in high school your best game was like a 72, you might as well as just dropped it right in the gutter!” Hayley laughed. 

“I tried to tell him! I chuckled. “If anything there will be a lot of laughter. And it’ll be an excuse for him to put his hands on me again.” I wiggled my eyebrows. Hayley rolled her eyes and skyler almost choked on her drink laughing. I love my friends so much! 

Friday felt like it dragged on forever. Sy was busy all day again so I’d only heard from him in his usual “Good morning” text. We were busy in the office starting sign-ups for the first senior college campus field trip, and I skipped lunch so I was starving by the time I packed up my office at the end of the school day. Just as I was about to lock up my office there was a knock on my door. 

I looked up and saw a few of the boys on the football team standing outside of my office. 

“Derek, Matt, Tyler, Can I help you boys?” I smiled. 

“We just wanted to thank you for being at our game last week Ms. P, You’re the best!” Derek spoke first. He was such a sweet kid. He was a shoein for a football scholarship at one of the big universities. 

“Yeah and we heard you were gonna be there tonight too! That’s awesome, Coach says you’re our good luck charm and I think he’s right. No one’s got as much spirit as you!” Tyler laughed. 

“You boys are just trying to butter me up to write your college recommendation letters,” I chuckled. “That’s so sweet of you to say, thank you! I can’t wait to watch you guys play tonight!”

“You rock Ms. Plummer! Oh and uh,” Matt smirked  and stepped out from behind the other two boys I hadn’t noticed he was holding a bouquet of flowers. “Coach sent us to deliver these,” He said extending the vase out to me. 

“Thank you Matt,” I smiled taking them from him and setting them on my desk. “You guys better get home Coach will have your head if you don’t take care of yourselves before the game!” They all smiled 

“We’ll see you tonight Ms. P!” Derek called as they left the office. Shook my head and smiled to my self as picked up the flowers and finally closed up my office. 

Once I got home from work I set the flowers on the counter and noticed there was a little card attached. I pulled off the little envelope and took out the card. 

“Flowers for our gorgeous good luck charm. It’s gonna be a great game! Can’t wait to see you tonight Sugar ;)”  I could feel my cheeks heating up and I smiled to myself. He was too much sometimes. But I loved it. I ate a quick dinner, changed into some jeans and put on Sy’s hoodie I still had from last weekend. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.  I sprayed on a little perfume that he had complimented a while ago. And then headed out the door to get to the game a little early. 

I don’t know why I was trying to impress him. I already had him. But I really enjoyed having his attention. And I missed it so much this week while he was busy. The spot next to his truck was open so I parked next to him. It was starting to feel natural. I liked it. It felt like we belonged together. I shook my head. I was getting ahead of myself. 

When I headed toward the field I found him immediately. He was standing on the sidelines talking with the other coaches while the boys were warming up. I walked along the fence that ran along the outside of the track and stood leaned against it waiting for him to see me. One of the other coaches saw me first and smirked. He sent me a little wink before he nudged Sy and nodded in my direction. Sy raised his eyebrow and turned to see what Nick was looking at. I smiled and and waved shyly. “I’ll be back, Nick get the boys started on the next defensive drill, I want ‘em good and focused tonight!” He said barely looking back to catch his assistant coaches response before he strode over to the fence giving me a toothy grin. 

“Hello beautiful,” He smiled as he leaned his hip against the fence. 

“Hey handsome, looks like the boys are in good shape for the game tonight!” I said. He looked out at the field and watched them for a minute and nodded. 

“Yeah, we’re lookin’ even better now that our good luck charm is here. The boys couldn’t wait to give you your flowers.” He chuckled, turning back to face me. 

“Yeah? I’m sure THEY couldn’t,” I smirked. “Thank you they were beautiful, and the card was sweet Sy, you didn’t need to do that.” 

“Gentlemen always, sends flowers on the first date,” He teased. 

“Yeah but it’s not until tomorrow,” I joked. 

“Okay, so maybe I felt bad that i’ve been a little busy this week, just wanted you to know that I’m eager to see you again. I’m always thinking about ya,” he smiled

“Sy,” i blushed

“It’s true, I’m always thinking about your pretty little smile. And those lips.” He paused “The way you taste. And those tits,” He smirked wiggling is eyebrows. 

“Oh my god,” I blushed and folded my arms against the fence hiding my face. “You are ridiculous!” I mumbled against my sleeve. He chuckled. 

“Is that my sweatshirt?” He asked raising an eyebrow. I lifted my head to meet his gaze biting my lip softly. 

“It might be.” I said shyly. 

“So you’ve been thinking about me too,” He smirked. 

“It’s kinda hard not too,” I admitted. He smiled and holding my gaze for a moment before looking back at the field, then behind me at the bleachers. 

“It’s probably not appropriate for us to show PDA around the students like this huh?” He said sadly, “I wanna kiss you so bad,”

“Well, it is technically after work hours, and theres no harm in a good luck kiss.” I smiled batting my eyelashes playfully. 

“I like the way you think Darlin,” He smirked cupping my jaw tilting my face up and pressing his lips to mine softly. We stayed like that for a few seconds breathing each other in. It’d been a long week. Finally we pulled away when one of the players whistled from the sidelines. Sy chuckled and shook his head. 

“Good luch coach.” 

They didn’t need it, the boys played amazing. The predictions would be that this would be a close scoring game, but our team shut them out. The final score was 54 to 10. They had 4 straight consecutive wins this season. They were undefeated so far and if they won again next week it would be the first time in 15 years we’d headed into an undefeated season. Sy was really soaking it up after the game. 

“Well look at you Cowboy.” I smiled waiting against my car as he walked out to his truck after everyone had cleared out. “You’re famous around here now.” 

“Nah, the boys deserve all the credit, they’re the ones putting in the work.” He said humbly. 

“I saw you celebrating you out there, You love this!” I grinned, looking up at him as he stopped right in front of me. “You’re a damn good coach, they wouldn’t be this good without you,” I put my hand on his chest and the other on his shoulder pulling him closer. 

“With a beauty like you cheering us on we’re unstoppable baby,” He said softly grabbing my belt loops and pulling me against him kissing me roughly. I let him bit my lip and slip his hands down to squeeze my ass before I pulled away and pushed him back softly with my hand on his chest. 

“Slow down Tiger, you haven’t taken me out yet remember?” I smirked. He groaned dropping his head to my shoulder breaking heavily against my neck. “Whats got you all riled up captain?

“You showing up in my hoodie, kissing me like that, acting all shy,  you’re such a tease baby,” he growled. 

“Me? And your little stunt in the hallway this week wasn’t teasing? I couldn’t focus for the rest of the day! And I couldn’t kiss you then!” I pouted. He smirked. 

“Yeah I guess that wasn’t fair was it?” He brushed my hair back away from my face and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Okay, we better get out of here before I try and take you home with me again,”

“One more day Logan, you did this to yourself!” I winked. “It’ll be worth it.” He chuckled.

“I’ll pick you up around 7:30 for dinner, the bowling thing starts at 9 is that okay?” He asked. 

I nodded “That sounds perfect Sy! I’ll see you then,” I said walking  around to the drivers side of my car and opening the door. 

“Get home safe, Text me when you get home.” He said as he got in his truck. 

“I will!”

The next day I was so anxious. Logan and I had been out together before but this was different. I could barely eat I was so nervous. I sat around trying to get some housework done, but I couldn’t even nervous clean. So I sat down and tried to get some reading done, but then there was a spicy scene in the book I was reading and, well my mind wandered to Sy and I was nervous all over again. Finally 6 o’clock rolled around and I let myself start to get ready. I pulled on a pair of tight jeans I hoped he’d like. Not that it would matter. By the end of the night I knew  they’d be off.  I put on a dark green v neck. I’ve noticed he seems to like that color. We would eventually have to switch to bowling shoes so I just put on a pair of converse and paced while I tried to figure out what to do with my hair and how much make up I should do. Then I panicked again because, Should I pack a bag? 

It’s very likely I’ll end up at his place again. Unless he doesn’t want me to stay over. I don’t want to assume. Maybe I should text him. No because I didn’t want him to know I was thinking about what we’d be doing later. But I was. And I’m sure he was. This was Ridiculous. I picked up my phone and sent a quick text. 

“Do gentlemens let their ladyfriends sleepover on the first date?” I sent. That sounds so stupid, He’s gonna think your stupid. He’s literally gonna call you and cancel the whole thing. My phone buzzed and I jumped a little lost in thought and anxiety. 

“When they’re lucky enough to have a date as sexy as you they do ;)” He replied. Okay so maybe I’m not stupid. 

“Would it be unladylike and presumptuous for me to be prepared for said occasion?” I texted back. Instead of texting my phone rang. I answered him quickly

“Hello?” I giggled. 

“Hey Darlin’ I was just getting ready to come pick you up and I was thinking, Do you wanna stay at my place tonight?” I could hear the smirk in his voice. 

“Sy,” I chuckled “You didn’t have to.” he shushed me. 

“Listen baby, you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but the way we’ve been going at it this week, I figured I may as well formally ask.” He was holding back laughter.

“I’d be honored to stay with you tonight, I’ll pack a back,” I teased.  He chuckled 

“Good girl, I’ll see you in 20 baby,” we hung up and bit my lip shaking my head to myself. He was so damn cute! I finished getting ready and threw a few overnight essentials in a bag. Just as I was double checking everything there was a knock on my door. I grabbed my purse and bag and opened the door to see Sy with another bouquet of flowers and a big grin. 

“Hey gorgeous! You ready?” He smiled. I nodded. 

“Yeah! Those for me?” I blushed. 

“Told ya, Gentleman always brings flowers on the first date.” He smirked proud of himself. They were a beautiful bouquet of yellow roses. 

“Your momma raised a good man!” I smiled. “They’re beautiful, I’ll go put these in some water and we can go!” After I found a vase and set them on the counter next to last nights flowers we left for dinner. He took me to a local burger joint. It reminded me of one of the restaurants in Grease. He’d genuinely put thought into this! We ate dinner and even shared a milkshake. 

“You’re such a dork!” I laughed when he leaned across the table to take a sip. 

“You like it or  you wouldn’t keep me around,” He joked. 

“Yeah I guess you’re right.” He laughed and his eyes flickered to my lips. 

“Hold still sugar,  you got a little something,” He took his thumb and swiped the ice cream off my bottom lip and then brought it to his lips sucking it off. I swallowed hard and bit my lip “Got it,” He winked. 

“Mmhmm, you did,” I stuttered. 

After he paid for dinner he drove us to the bowling alley and we got set up on a lane for the night. We also got a little wrist band for the bar. “I”m gonna go get a beer sugar you want anything?” He asked. 

“I’ll take a wine cooler, whatever they got!” I smiled. I set up our screen putting our names on the board and started our first game. I felt him wrap his arm around my waist and he pulled me close pressing a kiss to my neck. 

“You ready?” he asked handing me my drink? I nodded biting my lip and trying to control my breathing. I didn’t want him to know how easy it was for him to make me lose my mind. He chuckled and kissed my cheek letting go of me and picked up his ball.

Sy was up first and I watched as he stepped up to the lane. He drew his arm back and let the ball come forward dropping it perfectly in the middle He hit all but two pins in the far left. Of course he was good at this. “Damn Sy, I didn’t realize you were a professional at every sport.” I joked. He chuckled. 

“A couple buddies and I used to play on a league in high school. It’s been a while.” He picked up his ball again when it came back through and stepped up to the line again and it spiraled down and curved perfectly knocking down the last pins.  “Guess I still got it!” He smirked. I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my drink. I grabbed my ball and stepped up to the line. Well, I’ve made myself look stupid before and he’s still here so, here’s to embarrassing myself! I threw the ball and it dropped hard immediately rolling toward the right gutter. I sighed heavy and dropped my head in shame. I could hear Logan trying not to laugh. 

“Shut up,” I said when I turned around waiting for my ball. 

“That was a good try,” He snickered. 

“I’ll get the next one!” I said confidently. I did not. This one rolled more to the left skated along the edge and knocked down two pins. I winced but laughed at myself when I turned around. 

“You hit em that time!” I laughed. 

“We can’t all be perfect like you Sy!” I joked. He shook his head his chest shaking with laughter. 

“I can help you if you want,” He smiled sweetly. I wasn’t going to give into him that easily. Not yet. 

“No! I can do it,” I said stubbornly.  He just laughed. We went on like that for a while. The next turn He bowled a strike. I knocked down 4. He picked up another spare. I got 6. He got another strike. I threw another gutterball. When it was my turn again I downed the rest of my drink and stood up grabbing the ball. I walked up to the line and stood their for a second. I stared at the pins and the turned back towards Sy and pouted. 

“Okay I give up, help,” He smiled standing up from the table and walked up behind me. 

“Come here baby, Stand a little more to the right of center.” He moved us over and grabbed my hip so I was completely pressed against him. He slowly ran his hand down my arm gently grabbing my wrist. Guiding it back to show me how to throw the ball. He was saying something but I honestly couldn’t hear the instructions he was giving over my heartbeat pounding in my ears. “Just like that and let it go okay.” he smiled. I nodded and he guidded me again helping me throw the ball. This time I knocked down all but one. “Thats my girl!” He said spinning me around and kissing me passionately. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders kissing him back. He pulled away quickly and smiled. “I knew you could do it.” We finished the first game and of course Sy had Won. He got me another drink and he switched to water so he could drive us home.  The second drink was starting to hit and I kept calling him over to help me and teasing him by pressing my ass against him everytime he was behind me. At the end of the last game he was behind me helping me throw again. I was definitely a little buzzed. 

I pressed my ass against him grinding against him to  whatever song was playing on the old jukebox. But he was done with my teasing. He growled in my ear squeezing my hip tight. And after I let go of the ball he turned me around crashing his lips to mine. I smirked when we pulled away. “What do you think you’re doing darlin, hmm?” he smirked.

“Just having fun Sy,” I ran my hand down his chest and his stomach. He grabbed my wrist stoppinig me before I could get any further. I pouted. “Buzzkill,” He shook his head. 

“You’re in for it when we get home darlin, don’t say I didn’t warn ya,” we left the bowling alley and got back in the truck. I was  so excited for him to get us home. 

“Such a naughtly little girl teasing me in public like that. You like misbehaving don’t you,” He growled when we were on the main road back home. His hand had been on my thigh the whole drive. His fingertips softly massaging the inside. 

“I think you like it when I do,” I teased. I reached over and ran my had across his lap and smirked when I felt the bulge in his jeans. I playfully squeezed him and he cursed under his breath. 

“What am I gonna do with you.” He groaned. He pulled into his drive way and threw it into park. He jumped out and ran to my side of the truck. I had just enough time to unbuckle my seatbelt before he pulled me out and threw me over his shoulder. 

“Sy!” I laughed. He smacked my ass. 

“You asked for this sugar!”  He carried me into the house and took me straight to his bedroom. He dropped me on the bed and flipped me over onto my stomach. I squealed playfully as he pulled down my jeans and panties tossing them to the side. “You wanna be a brat and misbehave. You’re gonna learn baby.” He brought his hand down with a loud smack on my ass. “Bad girls get punished.” I could feel myself dripping already. God it was like he was straight out of a romance novel. But he was real. This was happening. He gave a hard slap to the other cheek and I whimpered. He rubbed over it soothing it gently. “You like this don’t you, when I take control?” I moaned inresponse. 

“Words sugar,” He smacked my ass again and I yellped not ready for it. 

“Yes Sir!” I choked out. 

“That’s my good girl, now stay just like that, Ive been dying to bend you over all week.”  I heard him unzip his jeans and then felt him press the head of his cock against my folds. He didn’t give me time to adjust this time. He just slammed into me. 

“Fuck Sy!” I moaned as he started a relentless pace. He tangled his fingers in my hair as he fucked me from behind pulling me up against his chest. 

“I love when your like this, when you’re so needy for me. You’ve been aching for my cock all week. And You’d do anything to get it.” I blushed. Fuck he was right. I moaned as he thrusted harder. 

“Say it,” he growled in my ear. 

“Mm fuck I need your cock Logan,” I moaned. I heard him groan and felt his fingers pressing against my clit as he reached around to help me reach my climax. 

“I know baby, and you needed me to make you cum didn’t you, I’m gonna let you cum baby all you have to do is ask.” It felt so fucking good. He was so intense. His words his motions. The things he was doing to me was too much. 

“Please Sy,” I begged.

“Please what baby?” He smirked as his thrusts became sloppy. I groaned feeling it build up inside me. 

“Please let me cum!” I moaned. He Pushed me back down so my face was against the mattress and grabbed my hips thrusting into me. 

“Let go baby, I gotcha, I’m right here baby, cum for me. “ his name tumbled from my lips as my walls clenched around him and I reached my climax. He wasn’t far behind. A few more thrusts and he was cumming inside me. Growling in my ear telling me how good I was. 

“Fuck,” He breathed pulling out and laying on the bed next to me. He pulled me on top of him, combing his fingers through my hair. “Well, I’d say that went well,” He smirked. I shook my head trying to catch my breath. 

“You’re an idiot.” I laughed. 

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I just saw your post, I’ve been absent from tumblr the last few days. What are your favorite headcanons about Slider, Mav and/or Slimav? (You don’t have to do all three-just whatever tickles your fancy)

I hope you feel better soon!

Hii!! Thank you for the ask!! In fact, you are the first person to appear in my inbox and pardon my overenthusiasm because that meant a lot! I’m recovering day by day. Haven’t been able to write a substantial amount, but I’m trying! I wholeheartedly appreciate your kind words! 🥹

Out of all the somewhat popular headcannons I’ve seen, I suppose Rick Rossovich himself saying Slider is a pleaser is by far my favorite. Like—I can totally see that. I can see he is just…tender at heart, and his whole jokester attitude has the undertone of a caring, soft side of his. I also base my fics on the idea that Slider loves cooking and his love language is food which is just…something else. I was so surprised to know that Kronk, one of my favorite Disney villains (?) growing up, was created based on Slider! Tender himbo attraction runs deep I guess

And now that I’m talking about headcannons, sorry if it doesn’t really fit your original ask, but here are some random assemblies of my own headcannons about Sli, Mav, and Slimav!! Sorry the list is kinda long—had so much fun responding to the ask and finally getting to dump all the small things I think about them! 😫🫶

• Slider is the oldest child, while Maverick is an only child. Slider is usually the one to back down first in fights, and Maverick is usually the one to apologize first.

• Slider is a Virgo (like Rick Rossovich is) and Maverick is a Leo.

• Slider is originally from Orange, California, around the Huntington Beach area (where a lot of my favorite punk bands are from), but moved to Staten Island, New York to live with his nana when he was in middle school.

• Maverick is pansexual, and Slider is gay.

• Slider peels potatoes before boiling them, while Maverick just dunks them straight into the pot. Maverick once teased him for being delicate for his looks, and Slider just shrugged and told him that he just cared about the “proper” way of cooking.

• They both can’t draw for shit. They always insist the other is worse, though.

• Slider’s biggest fear is betraying others, and Maverick’s is abandonment.

• They definitely have tried to switch their perfumes. Let’s just say it didn’t really go well. Cute if Maverick’s cologne with marine notes smells like a sharp, synthetic, windex type of mess on Sli (when on his skin, it smells of something young and dangerous) and Sli’s woody cologne smells like a burned moss with a tinge of heavy incense and funerals and mothballs (when he smells nothing but a cozy, warm, welcoming scent when it’s on his skin)

• Slider’s all time favorite album is The Cars (self-titled).

• Maverick’s all time favorite album is Next Position Please by Cheap Trick—trust me, “I Can’t Take It” and “You Say Jump” is just…Maverick. The smooth awkwardness with a hint of assertiveness and dominance is just so on point!! Go Pete go!! Go and cage your love in your arms to devour him with your hungry fangs goddamn!!!

• Slider’s “sad boy hour” album is Power Corruption and Lies by New Order. (And he has a shirt from their tour, which actually makes a brief appearance in the ch. 4 of Just What I Needed. Small detail much! I know! “Age of Consent” captures how much a pleaser Slider can naturally be, and “5 8 6” is underrated yet a perfect representation of early/pre-Slimav.)

• Slider sings while driving, even to the songs Maverick has randomly chosen on the AUX.

• They are both very messy planners when it comes to traveling.

• Slider’s enneagram is 2w3, and Maverick is a 8w7. Like I said, Slider is a pleaser—that appears to be a stand-offish jokester at first! And Maverick? Yeah, let’s just say, a maverick

• They are about 3-4 years apart; my headcannon is Maverick was about 25 and Slider was about 28 in TG.

• Slider is of Eastern German origin; his nana and his mother emigrated to the US right after WW2. He speaks German fluently, but thinks he needs to learn formal and written aspects of the language.

• Maverick used to work at a Latino grocery store in high school and picked up some Spanish. He was a cherished chico among the aunties.

• Slider played baseball and was an ace pitcher up until he moved to his nana’s place. He then got into bodybuilding in high school. He still likes to watch the games, as well as soccer which he got into in the 1991 World Cup (wherein the legendary “World in Motion” by New Order was born. We are playing for England—En-g-land‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️)

• Maverick was a track and field athlete and played sprints. Unlike Slider, he’s a motor sports fan through and through.

• Despite their differences in tastes in sports, they enjoy snuggling on the couch, cheering like a kid (mostly done by Sli) and talking shit about the play even though he doesn’t know the rules (mostly done by Mav).

[ak5chi]

don’t talk to… ‘strangers’?

goro akechi x fem!reader

a few tags: exes to.. perhaps lovers? reader has a sister [S/N], high school setting (reader is third year as well as akechi)

author’s notes: hi!! this is my first xreader fic that i’ll be posting . i have a shitton but they’re all not finished or i haven’t revised them. i mean this isn’t proofead either but wtv

i just want to say I WANT TO SEE AKECHI WITH A KID. he’s so cute... i always thought he’d have a soft spot for them regardless if we’re talking about third sem akechi or his prince era. but anw enjoy this

also i had just returned to tumblr after SO LONG so i’m rly sorry if my writing’s so?!?! i just spedran this lol

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High school has been terribly stressful for you. Not a single day where you aren’t able to have a good night’s sleep or even play your favorite game for at least an hour. Thankfully, you were given a two-week break to at least rewind or spend time with your families. Considering you’ve been living at a dorm for the past months since you moved schools, away from home.

Today, you were strolling around Shibuya, along with your younger sister. You had missed her quite a lot, considering how the two of you have been away from each other for a long time. She’s also hugged you tightly prior, so it seemed like she’s also missed her older sister as well. You both had a good bond with each other.

The two of you enjoyed each other’s company well. Your sister was filled with excitement as she jumped around and cheered. You couldn’t help but smile as well, it was the first time in a long time that you were able to enjoy a moment like this.

That, until…

“[S/N]?!!”

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“Uh,” A little girl approaches Akechi, who’s currently checking the time as he stands outside of the train station.

“Hello—“ Akechi had greeted back, but a confused expression formed in his face as soon as he looked below him.

“…” The little girl doesn’t speak. She only grips on Akechi’s clothes.

“Ah,” Akechi kneels down to her height, slowly placing his briefcase down. “Are you alright? Are you hurt? Where’s your mom?”

“…No..” She pouts. “Big… My big sis..”

“Your big sister?” Akechi responds.

Tears started to form in the girl’s eyes, “…I ran away.. now I can’t find her..”

“Do you recall the last place you were in before you got lost?” Akechi pats her back to reassure her that he will help her.

“T’was just outside… with many people… I’m so… scared…”

Akechi pats her head and wipes her tears. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you find her, okay?”

She nods, and a smile forms in her face. The two of them had began walking, Akechi accompanying her. as they both make their way to look for the little girl’s sister.

“What’s your name, mister?” The girl asks.

“You can call me.. Akechi.” Akechi replies.

“OK! Thank you for helping me, Akechi-kun!”

Akechi smiles back at her, “Don’t worry about it.” He then questions, “What’s the name of your big sister? Perhaps I know her.”

“[Reader]..”

Akechi’s eyes widen at the mention of your name, and had remained silent for a moment. Before speaking, he shook his head. “Ah, I don’t know her.”

“Do you think she will find me…?”

“Yes, I’m sure of it.” Akechi smiles down at her, as he holds her hand. The girl seemed to be hopeful now that she’s less nervous.

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Evening had passed already, and you still haven’t seen your little sister. You felt even more anxious because what if someone had taken her away? You felt so nervous and blamed yourself for not looking after her more.

You had asked every store owner of the shops in the underground mall if they’ve seen a little girl with the clothes your sister wore, but it seemed like none of them didn’t. The same problem in central street—none of them had seen her.

The people in central street decreased, which made you even more nervous because your sister is still nowhere to be found. You felt disappointed at yourself, as you walked, until…

“Do you like this?” A familiar voice is heard from the distance.

“Yes! My sister introduced me this!” Another voice which seemed to be similar to your sister’s was heard. It could be heard from outside the bookstore.

Your head immediately tilted as you looked to your right—It was your sister, and… your past lover.

“[S/N]?!” You froze on the spot, felt like crying out of anxiousness. The two individuals looked at you at the same time.

“Big sis!!!!” Your sister ran outside towards you, hugging you from below.

“[S/N]! Are you alright?!” You patted her back and kneeled down to her height, comforting her as well before she started crying.

“Shhh…” You patted her head, “It’s fine, I’m here now, I’m sorry.”

“No! I’m sorry, sis… I ran away.. I’m a bad person…”

“No, no you’re not! I should’ve looked after you more. If I had paid attention, you wouldn’t be lost..” You comforted her, and smiled after. “At least you’re safe, don’t think too much about it, okay?”

While the two of you had your sibling moment, Akechi couldn’t help but smile. He never knew that you had a younger sibling. During you and his’ past relationship, you had never brought up that you had a sibling at all. Although, whatever he’s witnessing right now, it makes him happy.

She nods in response. “Also,” You slowly stood up as she continues to grip on your clothes and continue to comfort her.

You look away. “…Thank you, Goro.”

“It’s nothing.” Akechi smiles. “I didn’t know you had a younger sister? She’s actually just like you. You take care of her well.”

“…” You averted your gaze, flushed from what he had just said.

“…Forget it—“

“Big sis!” Your sister who was just crying, is now suddenly patting you continuously, “I’m sorry… for talking to strangers, but Akechi-kun is a good person! He helped me, he didn’t hurt me! He even bought me this book! Isn’t this the one you like?”

Your eyes widened, Akechi bought your sister… the book you like?!

You felt embarrassed, “I-I have to pay you, I was—“

Akechi insists, “No, Isn’t this the one you wanted since last year?”

“Yeah, but…”

“Then keep it, you don’t have to pay me.” Akechi pats his clothes before leaving, “I have to leave now, for work.”

“Awww…” Your sister pouts. “Will we see each other again, Akechi-kun?”

“Maybe.” Akechi kneels down to her height, “Promise me you’ll behave and be a good girl to your sister, okay?”

“Yes!” Your sister replies cheerfully. You didn’t even realize you were smiling already.

Akechi then stands up and greets you good bye. But before leaving, he gently takes your arm and whispered to you something unexpected.

“Can we meet tomorrow, at Kichijoji? Perhaps at Jazz Jin, the place we used to always spend time together.”

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hey 🌻~! I saw that you might have forgotten to anonymize your post, so i decided to copy+paste it here... if it wasn't a mistake or you'd like to send in the ask again, then i'll c+p my response and put it there instead! srry i didn't respond earlier, either, i had to study..

hey me 🌻 again! I had a few thoughts about the Till raising his and tills test tube kid- firstly I think despite the fact that Ivan had no part in the kids actual conception Till would tell the kid all about his “father” kind of in the way one would talk about a dead spouse. he would make comments whenever the kid would do things Ivan used to do- and tell stories from their childhood, so Ivan feels like an active presence in their lives. Eventually the kid gets very skilled at drawing and as a gift on their parents anniversary (the anniversary of round 6) the kid draws a beautiful picture of their family- one that includes a smiling Ivan standing beside till- and it becomes tills prized possession- And maybe over time the kid gets into the habit of sketching Ivan into scenes of their family, movie nights in the couch show Ivan tucked into the corner holding them both close, pictures of them cooking in the kitchen show Ivan taking something out of the oven, and in a way despite the fact that he was long dead before the kid was ever born he feels as close as any parent. (And obviously people are worried about what this is doing to the kid emotionally- having such a clear reminder of their loss in their faces every day but it seems to be helping Till heal so they can’t begrudge him this small comfort) And then I was thinking that as time went on Till might start thinking of Ivan as a lost love, one he didn’t realize was love at the time but was love nonetheless. And as time goes on he becomes more and more comfortable with the idea that what they could have had together was love, and that despite the fact that Ivan is gone Till loves him now. The till that is far wiser in his age and experience can see that relationship in a new light and falls for Ivan all over again. (And they probably have a little shrine/memorial in their hose that till will talk to when when he thinks their kid isn’t looking so he can keep Ivan up to date about how their kid is doing.) And then I was thinking their afterlife reunion in this au would be so good!! Cause Till has been in love with Ivan for decades by the time he passes away of old age so he’s been waiting to get to see Ivan again for so long- but Ivan has NO CLUE that till has spent the last 50 years loving him relentlessly so till walks up to Ivan and is like “I’m sorry I kept you waiting so long my love 🥰” while holding his face and poor Ivan is like “EXCUSE ME IM YOUR WHAT-“ and I think it would be such a fun twist on their usual dynamic to have till be the openly romantic and forward one and Ivan be all flustered <3 Thank u for always having such fun concepts to think about!!! I literally haven’t written this much in months lol

this concept came from an ask, so it's not necessarily mine... only the parts i've added onto it can be considered mine; that's the same for any other asks i get btw!

honestly the afterlife reunion would be wild. would they age in the afterlife? what form do they take on; the one they desire, the one they see themselves in, etc... imagine a seventy-year-old till, a 22 yo ivan, and a kid that's like... 30. lmaoooo. the thought that they can't watch the living also makes it kind of... sad. imagine sua and ivan waiting there for decades, maybe hyunwoo too, for mizi, till, and hyuna respectively (...maybe luka. if hyunwoo wanted to see luka for whatever reason). and ivan not telling sua the exact details of his comp so she won't make fun of him?

in some cultures you can send items to the dead by burning it. so like. what if the child and till sent letters, drawings and paintings, music sheets, etc. to ivan through that and ivan's recieving all of it, kind of confused ("since when did i have a kid?"), thinking that maybe it's a gimmick of some sort. there'll be tear smudges on till's paper, conveniently blurring till's confessions of love, so it remains a surprise...

how did this become a consideration of afterlife ivan and living till again?

[nicole-2099]

•Opposites always attract•

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HH. Hyunjin xreader.

Enemies to lovers trope.(kinda..?)

[‼️WARNING‼️]: 「•Smut, fingering, teasing,unprotected s3x,•」

‼️18+‼️ LAVE IF UR NOT OLD ENOUGH. NOW! >:[

Ima get straight to it😭🤚 I also haven’t posted in a few months Soo I got no time to waste!!

Note; also I haven’t written in a while so if it’s a lil scrambled I’m sorry no I didn’t proof read shi I’m too lazy anyways HAVE FUN READING U MF<3

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Well, let’s just say you and Hwang Hyunjin aren’t very fond of each other, he hates you for many reasons but his go to reason is the fact you and his best friend jeongin got closer, but he shouldn’t even hate you. You and jeongin have been friends for a while, plus not to long ago you moved in with jeongin and hyunjin, so you hoped hyunjin would grow out of his hater era. Wrong. Hwang Hyunjin was your biggest opp ever! He never left you alone especially when you’re busy with university and tests everyday. He always had something to say or do to make your day so much more worse, not like it’s not already.

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“Ugh could this night get any worse.” You’d say combing you fingers threw your hair murmuring to yourself about how your going to fail this upcoming test, but silence never lasts long. Sure enough Hyunjin came through the door like he’s the FBI.

“Shut up I was trying to sleep but it’s hard with you fucking talking to yourself nonstop.” Hyunjin said as he walked into your room and shut your laptop and turned your light off clearly annoyed with you.

“Dude wtf is your problem, leave me alone I’m busy.” You’d say getting out of your chair pushing him away from your desk. Hyunjin glared at you with ice cold eyes, clearly mad and pissed off, he’d step closer to you his body inches away from you as he bent down to get down to your level “Idgaf what you’re doing, stop. Doing it.” He’d say as he grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you onto your bed “Go to fucking sleep.” He’d say as he walked out of your room and closed your door.

You’d lay there in your bed as you thought about how your probably going to fail and be a loser, tears swelling in your eyes as you thought of all of the disappointment your family will be in when they find out your failing as a person, curling yourself into a ball your knees to your chest as you tried not making to much noise so you don’t get yelled at again.

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Suddenly Hyunjin came into your room again “DIDNT I FUC-…are you crying..?” Hyunjin asked his tone instantly changing from anger to worry. You’d shake your head wiping away your tears quickly as Hyunjin walked over to your bed side and sat down next to you lifting your chin so you’re looking at him. “What the fuck are you crying over brat.” He’d say trying to still keep his cold exterior, but you knew he cared enough about you to stay in your room for more than 5 minutes. “I’m fine, I’m just tired..” you’d say as tears started to form in your eyes again. Hyunjin shook his head knowing you were lying to his face making him annoyed with you again, then he said “Stop lying to my face idiot, what’s wrong, your to tough to cry over me yelling at you so what’s up?”

He was right, you never got so upset to the point you cried when he yelled at you. “It’s nothing I, I’m just I’m stressing over the tests, and you coming up and shutting my laptop didn’t help.” You’d say your voice quivering as tears streamed down your face again, your hands shaking as you tried to calm yourself down. Hyunjin sighs before saying “Oh fuck you, I deal with 10x more stressful things and look at me, I deal with it fine.” You took in what he said for a second. Maybe, just maybe, a good fuck would help out with your terrifying thoughts. “I mean.. the fuck part might help me stop crying.” You begin saying before he quickly responds with “Alright, lay down.” You look up at him wide eyed. “Wait actually-.” Before you could finish your sentence, Hyunjin kissed you without warning, grabbing your face and pulling you into him. You’d pull away in shock as you stare at him in awe 🫢. “What?” Hyunjin said as he looked at you. “nothing I just didn’t expect- you know, for you to do that.” You said your eyes shifting to look at your hands. Hyunjin smirks at you as he lifts your chin up so your looking at him. “Don’t get all shy now, you did ask for it, love.”

You’d think about what he said for a moment, he did have a point you did ask for it. “I guess I did- but” before you could finish. Hyunjin leaned into you again pulling you in for another kiss. This time you felt your body melt into it, you don’t know why, it’s not that you don’t want it, but you’re confused on why you do. You’d pull away from the kiss for a moment before feelings his hands all over your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he straddled your hips over his lap pressing you against him. You’d struggle for a moment letting a small moan, as his grip tightened on your waist and hips. “Hey, look at me.” He said as you looked up at him as he calmly whispered to you, “You sure..you want this..”

You’d think about it for a second, nodding in response. “Mhm...” Hyunjin gave you a small smile then he pulled you into him again, this time leaving small kisses and bite marks on your neck marking you up. With a soft moan your back arched upwards, your chest and hips pressing against his chest and hips closing the small gap between the two of you. “Hey shh, we don’t want Jeongin to hear you do we?” He’d say running his fingers down your side holding onto your hips, you’d shake your head covering your mouth with your hand praying you could mask the sound.

Hyunjin smirks as he pulls your hand away from your mouth, lifting up your chin, his hooded eyes locked onto your eyes as he kisses your lips. You pull back for a moment before just giving in and leaning into him more.

He’d pull away from you his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. “Take it easy pretty.” He said in a hushed tone.

You try to calm yourself down, trying not to seem desperate and touch starved, but is it really your fault (Yes actually it is)

Hyunjins fingers run down your side and squeeze your thigh, he looks at you with a spark in his eyes and his fingers lightly rubbing against your inner thigh, as you try to hush your moans, Hyunjin soon then looks up at you for a moment looking for a look of discomfort or dislike as he slowly pulls the hem of your shorts down and tosses them on the floor as his fingers slowly run up your thigh getting closer to your core that was practically soaked from how turned on you were.

You let out a soft sigh gripping onto the sheets as his fingers gently rub on your clothed clit, his eyes still searching your eyes for any discomfort, you’d move around a bit being the touch starved girl you are, but Hyunjin holds you down his hands keeping a firm grip on you. “now now pretty, don’t move around so much for me, yeah?” And with a hushed sigh his fingers slip under your panties and start rubbing against your desperate pussy.

You gasp your body arches upwards as your try to keep quiet as you try and hush yourself with a pillow. Hyunjin looks at your desperate attempts to keep yourself quiet with a smirk on his lips, as his finger start to slip inside you slowly, his other hand keeping your legs open.

As you felt his finger inside you, you could barely think straight, you face shoved in a pillow as you whine and whimper you sounds already begging for more.

And hyunjin notices it his fingers slowly going in deeper curling as he slowly starts to thrust them in and out of you gently, making your pussy clench tightly around his fingers as you moan and whine squirming as he holds onto you with a firm but gentle grip.

“Feel good? pretty..” He’d ask his fingers thrusting into you a bit quicker and harder.

“oh yeah you look so fucked out right now and I’m not even inside you yet..” he’d say looking down at your face, it was red and flushed as cover your mouth muffling your sounds.

“I can’t- help it..” you say your voice shaky and desperate, your grip on the sheets tightening as he sped up your head arching back your eyes shut tight your legs shaking.

“Hyunjin pleasee..” you beg desperately your voice cracking as you try not to scream out. Hyunjin looks down at you with a mischievous smirk as speeds up, but pulls out his fingers right before you almost cum. “Now now if you cum now pretty, it wont be so fun anymore will it..?” You whine and squirm around begging for some kind of release. “Noo don’t do this..me.” You groan.

Hyunjin notices how desperate your being and leans down close to your ear, “so do you not want me to fuck you.??” He says with a playful teasing tone as he starts to undo his pants, know what you want already, you look at him eyes pleading and begging as you say your voice needy. “I didn’t say that hyunjin Pleaseee!!”

Hyunjin chuckles at your cute response loving how desperate and needy you were acting just to get fucked, “I’m just messing with you pretty, you did so well keeping quiet for me so you deserve this..” and with that he pulls his pants and boxers just enough for his dick to spring up, precum dripping off the tip as starts to grind the tip just over your already soaked puffy pussy, teasing you further.

You’d look at him eyes begging for it, so he did just that slowly he’d push the tip inside slowly going a little deeper before stopping for a moment to let you adjust, and that was good cause when he went in deeper you instantly gasped your body arching as you let out a moan.

Hyunjin looks at you eyes full of need as he slowly starts to thrust in and out of you slow and gently at first but after a bit he speeds up causing you to let out a moan your body shaking.

Hyunjin looks down at you his face slightly flushed but not too noticeable, his thrusts speeding up as he speaks in a shaky breathless tone. “you look so cute right now..fuck this is why I tried my best to hate you my whole life, because I knew if I didn’t at least try I’d be in love with you..” his words ring out in your ears for a second sending a shiver down your spine, but his words quickly fade in you mind as your to busy trying to keep your mouth shut while you get your pussy fucked up.

“God you feel so good right now..” hyunjin moans his voice almost sounding desperate as he thrusts into you deeper making you cry out your legs shaking slightly. “Aww you’re close already pretty.., well thats-..fine..” hyunjin huffed his hands going to grip onto your hips as he speeds up a bit more, feeling you clenching around him tightly.

You’d squirm your legs shaking as you close to your release, also feeling him twitch inside you as his thrusts get more aggressive slamming into you.

“Fuckk your close too..” his chest heaves as he continues to thrust into you until the both of you reach your limits, you tighten around him your legs shaking as you cum, and he groans thrusting into you one last time before filling you up.

“Fuckk..” he sighs his body shaking as he pulls out of you and lays down next to you for a moment trying to catch his breath.

“Fuck I hate you..I hate you for making me love you..” he says with a sigh and he pulls you into a tight hug keeping you close while the both of you start falling asleep.

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The next morning jeongin walks into your room trying to see if you’ve seen hyunjin and there he was in your bed with you sleeping, jeongin looks at the two of you blankly (in utter shock) as he walks out and shuts the door.

FINALLY ENED UP FINISHING THIS UGHHHHH.