#also sorry to everyone who had to find out I'm blonde this way. horrible I know

[wretchedbroth]

How it honestly feels to be a Faulkner Thesiltverses fan 😶

[springseasonie]

To New Friends | JJH (M)

Corporate AU, Strangers to lovers (?), Younger Jaehyun x older fem reader

Summary: You really hate having to go to formal events. The people, environment, joverall experience is never pleasant. Having to constantly deal with being undermined as a woman and CEO is something no one should have to deal with, but here you are, forced to deal with it anyway. You were sure your night would be horrible, that is until you bumped into Jaehyun, who not only happened to be a new face, but just your type.

Warnings: sexual content, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, oral (male and fem receiving), snowballing, cum eating, spit, sexism/misogyny, harassment (if you would call it that, proof read but may contain errors my bad y'all)

Word count: 5,3 k

Song recs: perfume, kiss by NCT djj, on the way by Jhene Aiko

A/N: been a bit obsessed with Jaehyun and wanted to write about him. Got a bit carried away a bit too delusional so this is the product of that. This is pure filth I'm so sorry. Feedback is loved and appreciated

Charity events were never really your thing. The pleasantries, snobby sexist businessmen, and their annoying wives. You always hated them. All of them were just ways for rich narcissists to make it seem like they had compassion, but everyone knew it was just as fucked up as anything else. None of these people ever cared for the cause, just how much they were putting into it.

However, the hardest thing about these events is being a successful single woman. You take pride in not being taken although people your age tell you it's about time you settle down and start a family. You don't really like the idea of not working and giving up a career you worked hard for over some snotty nose kid and a man who probably would cheat on you anyway. It's an extremely pessimistic way of looking at marriage, but you couldn't help it, especially seeing how all of your friends' relationships are at the moment.

But sometimes, you did wish you had an interesting life, like right now. Right now you were stuck in a conversation with 2 CEOs and their wives going on and on about their children in private schools across the globe. You twirled your drink in your glass leaning on your elbow as you stood across from them.

"But Y/N..you aren't looking for anyone right now," Rosé asked. She was the wife of a powerful man who owned one of the biggest tech companies in the world. She was also the fakest person you've ever met. You didn't like her and thank God the feeling was mutual.

"No, I'm not. I prefer to focus on working right now," you answered. You sipped your drink without breaking eye contact with her. She knew exactly what she was doing, constantly trying to embarrass you.

"You said that last time honey. Don't you want to..rest for a while? Find someone to take care of you? I mean, you're beautiful, so it shouldn't be too hard," she replied.

"I like working. And I can take care of myself." The table got quiet, sensing the attitude you didn't mean to let slip out. "Anyway, I'm going to go greet other guests. Have a good night."

Just as you turned around, you practically walked into a wall of a man, spilling your drink on your off-white dress.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry," he said. It was a voice you didn't recognize. You looked up at him, surprised at the handsome sight your eyes were met with. He was blonde and tall. His voice was a bit deep for his appearance.

"It's.. it's okay," you said, trying not to show how irritated you were.

"I'll go get something for you to clean up with." He turned around and walked away quickly. You watched him as he begged the kitchen staff for napkins, ears red from the embarrassment. When he came back, he handed them to you with both hands.

'Polite,' you thought to yourself. "Thank you," you said, flashing him a quick smile. "I'm Y/N by the way. It's nice to meet you."

"I'm Jaehyun," he said, watching you wipe your dress. "Do you come to these things often?"

"These events? Well, I have to, considering my job. But If I'm gonna be honest, I don't really like them," you said, whispering at the end of your statement.

Jaehyun chuckled softly, looking down at you. "Tell me about it. I can't stand these things either."

"At least we have something in common. Well, it was nice to meet you Jaehyun," you said with a small smile. You walked away before letting him respond, almost as if you were running away from the conversation. He was handsome, a little too handsome, and really well-spoken too. And for the first time, someone finally spoke to you like a regular person. But of course, you didn't want to give him the impression that you were trying to flirt when he was just being nice. That's what you tell yourself all the time - that they're just trying to be nice - no matter how many times they ask you for your number or ask you on dates.

No one knew, but another reason you didn't want to get married is that you had no interest in having a trophy husband. Most men who try and get with you are often just looking for someone to sink their manipulative claws into. They thought that because you're beautiful and rich, you must've killed an old husband for it. But whenever you tell them about how you busted your ass since your teenage years to get where you are, they're no longer interested. You aren't well known amongst your run-of-the-mill businessmen, so they take you as a joke until they actually google you. You found it comical how many of them text you saying they were sorry and begging you to go out with them again. But after a while, dating and trying to talk to people really did become exhausting, so you just decided to not do it anymore. And it's been that way for 4 years now.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Lee! How are you guys?" You shook both of their hands with a smile, trying to hide how much you wanted the interaction to be over.

"We're good. You know we just had another kid," Taeyong announced.

"Oh really? Congratulations!"

"Thank you..and I see you're here alone again unless that," Irene said pointing to the wet stain on your dress," was made by someone I assume."

"Oh, this? I bumped into someone, that's all," you answered. You were sure they knew you were getting more and more annoyed with how Taeyong's eyes shifted between you and his wife.

"A shame. I was almost excited to see someone here with you but alas..the ice queen will never melt." Irene's eyes were always judgmental. You knew she thought she was better than you with all her expensive dresses and jewelry, constantly trying to flaunt her possessions and family in front of you and other people.

'What a bitch,' you thought to yourself. You flash her a small smile, twirling the drink from your glass. "I do hope you guys have a good night, and I hope you figure out your son's scandal. Buying test scores isn't something I'd want to be accused of."

You walked off seeing Irene's ticked-off expression. 'Serves that bitch right.' Taking a sip of your champagne, you spotted Jaehyun talking to a group of men, some of whom have tried to get with you in the past. You shouldn't have stared but you couldn't help it. He was the first man you actually found yourself attracted to out of all the single men in these events. You watched and sipped your drink, staring at him as he laughed and smiled. 'He has dimples?' you caught yourself thinking. "I need a stronger drink." Just as you were about to walk away, the one person you didn't want to see spotted you.

Jaehyun motioned for you to come to him from across the room. Being the nice person you are, you walked up to him and the other men. "Hey," you said, glancing at the group of them awkwardly.

"I know we just met but I wanted to introduce you to some of my friends," he said.

"We've.. already met before," you laugh awkwardly.

"Yeah. She's not very nice," Mingyu commented. His eyes went from your face to your cleavage which was showing a bit in the low-cut dress. "But who needs to be nice when you're dressed like that?"

Mingyu and the other men snickered at your fading smile, nudging each other to look at your expression. Jaehyun took notice, clearing his throat and gaining their attention. "Guys, chill out."

"Or what, she can't take a little joke?" Mingyu scoffed and sipped his drink, staring at you, daring you to say something. Little did he know you weren't scared of anyone, and you certainly wouldn't be embarrassed by anyone either.

"You know what? Yeah, it was a bit funny," you said nodding. "You wanna know what else is funny?"

Mingyu raised his brow, clicking his tongue. "I'm listening."

"I think it's funny how you had to close 5 of your 15 stores already because of how poorly they're doing." You covered your face letting out a fake laugh. All the men looked at you, none of them amused anymore, especially Mingyu. "What's with the serious faces? I thought we were telling jokes."

"You're miserable really," he said, turning away from you, and walking away. "No wonder no one wants you. You're gonna end up dying alone."

"As long as it's not with you." You let out a big sigh as he and his other friends got farther away from you. You've always had a sharp tongue and quick remarks never letting anyone catch you off guard. It was something you had to learn for survival in the corporate world, especially as a woman.

"I'm really sorry about him," Jaehyun said, tongue poking his cheek in annoyance.

You turned to him, surprised to see he was still there. "Oh no, don't apologize. You seem so nice. Why are you friends with people like that anyway?"

"I'm a bit new to stuff like this," he admitted. "I've never been in an environment with such successful people, so I just became friends with anybody."

You chuckled softly at his words, finding his naiveness endearing. "If you want advice from someone who's been here for a while, I'd say don't become friends with just anyone."

"And what if I wanna be your friend?"

You look at him immediately being faced with his dimples. 'Gosh, he's cute.' "Then I'd be grateful," you said.

He raised his glass, fixing his suit jacket with his other hand, proposing a toast. "To making new friends?"

You clung your glass with him with a smile nodding. "To making new friends."

-

It's been 2 hours since the event started and usually at this point you would've gone home, but this was unfortunately the most important event of the year, so you had to stay. If you didn't, you would probably get a very angry email from the board of your company again, and you didn't feel like dealing with any of that.

In situations like this, you usually went outside, but the location of this event was a million-dollar penthouse. Thankfully, there was a balcony with a pool that too many people were afraid they would fall into. You were leaning on the ledge of the glass fence staring out into the view of the city. Even at night, it looked like daytime. No one stopped for anything or anyone, always fast-paced no matter what. If you knew that's what your life would look like years ago, you probably would've just pursued something lowkey. But you worked hard and weren't going to stop now.

"You been out here for a long time?"

You turned around to see Jaehyun walking up to you. He held his suit jacket in his arm, his other hand stuffed in his pocket. He was buff, buttons straining against his chest. You gulped, not being able to control your obvious staring. 'How was he hiding all that under his suit,' you thought to yourself.

"No, just for a couple of minutes. It gets kind of suffocating sometimes," you admitted.

Jaehyun came up next to you, leaning on the fence as he stared into the city lights. He had such a well-defined face, a jawline sharper than diamonds. He's probably the most handsome man you've ever seen. If you had more to drink, you'd probably fall right into his lap by now.

"I feel you. What..do you do by the way," he asked, looking away from the view and at you.

"I own Jasmine Marketing Company," you answered. Your company is one of the most famous marketing companies in the country, and you basically did it all by yourself. Being a woman in her mid-30s with an establishment as big as this one is rare, but you happened to do it. You don't like to announce who you are because people treat you differently, but you don't mind doing it if you have to put someone in their place.

Jaehyun's eyes went wide, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Woah..didn't expect that."

"Why? Did you think I was gonna say something like 'Oh I'm blah blah's wife' or that I own some fashion brand," you joked.

"Oh, no. I didn't mean it like that." He panicked, letting out a big sigh before looking down at his feet. Jaehyun's head shot up when he heard you laugh, voice lighting up the quiet balcony.

"I was just kidding. I know you didn't mean it that way, it's okay," you said, comforting him.

Jaehyun smiled, letting out a laugh in disbelief. "Goodness, you are really something," he commented, a bit more relaxed.

You turned your body to him, arm leaning on the railing for support. Jaehyun might've been nice and well-mannered, but on the surface, he was just a man. It was taking everything in him to not look at your chest. Being the smart woman you are, you notice it. "It's okay. I won't get mad at you," you said quietly.

"W-what are you talking about?" Jaehyun gulped, biting his lip nervously.

"I mean.." you took a step closer to him, so close he could smell your floral scent perfume. "You can look. I won't get mad."

It wasn't like you to be this bold, but after a couple of glasses of champagne and constantly being talked to by people you didn't like, the least you could do was treat yourself to the nervous new guy.

Jaehyun chuckled softly, trying to cover up how flustered he was. "I'm not gonna fall for that." Jaehyun would like to think of himself as a smart man. He knows what he should do and what he shouldn't despite being given permission to do so. He's dealt with many women but none like you. You're confident and quick, but never let your guard down. And that's how you wanted to keep it.

You smirked, turning back to lean on the railing. "I like you Jaehyun," you commented. "Most men would look, and then proceed to think that means they could touch me. It's annoying."

"Well, I'm not like most men."

You smiled, moving your hair from your face. "You know, it's kind of rare to see a fresh face among all these old people," you admitted. "For the first time in a while, I can say I had a little fun tonight."

Maybe, just maybe, there was something here right now, between the 2 of you. It's so cliche. He bumps into you making you spill your drink over your dress, defends you from his annoying friends, and is now talking to you instead of making connections at a charity event. He's handsome with pretty blonde hair and nice dimples, and a body to go with it too. This night was almost too perfect for you. You hadn't felt a spark with anyone for a very long time, not wanting to get with just anyone.

"Why? Because of me," he asked, joking. Jaehyun's smile dropped a bit when you nodded.

"What do you do, if you don't mind me asking," you asked.

"I'm the CEO of Jeong Enterprises," he answered.

"Really," you asked, a bit shocked. "But you're so.."

"Young? Yeah I know. Took over for my father a couple of years back," he answered with a sigh.

You know Mr. Jeong, but you never met his son. He's a nice man with very strong values, always talking about how much he loves his family, and how much he wants them to succeed. Years ago, he got sick and hasn't been able to manage the company head-on. Mr. Jeong said he was going to appoint a new CEO, but you never would've guessed it was his son.

"It's not as easy as people make it look. I mean having to pick up from where he started was hard, but I would say I've done a pretty good job," he admitted, a small smile on his face.

"You have."

Jaehyun looked at you, mouth a bit open trying to form a response but failing. You couldn't help but glance at his lips, then his neck, and trail your eyes down his body. You were sure he noticed, but he could pick up a hint right? But maybe he couldn't, so maybe you should apply some more pressure.

"For someone who doesn't come to these things often, you look great," you complimented.

"Oh, thank you. You look..great too," he said, nodding his head as he looked away from you.

"Great? That's all I get?"

"Well you look beautiful," he said, trying to change his words.

"So you think I'm beautiful," you teased. You gave him a small laugh seeing how flustered he was. "Well, I think you're very handsome."

Jaehyun watched you intently as you took a step towards him, looking at him with doe eyes. He gulped, not really knowing what to do. He had a feeling you were going to try and do something reckless, and by the time he could say no, he would already have done it.

"You're too kind," he said, shaking his hair from his face.

"Goodness, you're cute. I wanted to keep the flirting to a minimum but I can't help it. You're really something," you said. All that was happening at the moment was a bad case of word vomit, but you really couldn't stop yourself. It'd been a long time since you were this attracted to a person, so you had to let it be known.

Jaehyun gave you a small chuckle looking at you as he licked his lips, brushing his hair back. Jaehyun really didn't know if he should give in to your advances knowing you were probably saying all of this because of how many drinks you had, but after all, he is just a man. "Well, people don't usually find me cute after first meeting me, so you're a first."

"What do they usually say?"

"They say I look like I'm great in bed." Jaehyun eyed you, gaze shifting from pleasant to lustful in less than a second. Your lips curled into a smile as you cocked your head to the side.

"Well..are you?"

"There's only one way to find out." To anyone who might've been looking at the both of you from afar, it looked like you were having a normal conversation. But the tension between you and him was so thick, it would probably startle some people you know. Your presence was so dominating to him, but you liked how he wasn't intimidated by you.

"I didn't think you had it in you. You were so shy and careful a couple of minutes ago. What happened to that," you teased.

"Trust me, I have a lot of things in me you don't know about." His voice was low, sending a shiver down your spine, right to your core. Goodness, he was hot. You're surprised he never got into a love scandal with the way he's talking to you.

"Would it be unprofessional of me to say I would like to find out?" By this point, you were definitely too far gone to back off now. It was a bit unlike you - the woman who kept all her ducks in one row - to fuck someone the night she met them, but Jaehyun was too good to be true. It's rare to come across someone who's exactly your type, so you can't let this go to waste.

"I'd like you to find out," he answered.

You stepped closer, chest in his as you leaned into his ear. "Meet me upstairs in 15 minutes," you whispered and walked away. Jaehyun watched you, the click of your heels getting further and further as you walked back inside.

-

Jaehyun attached his hands to your waist, holding you firmly as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "I hope you don't mind the lipstick," you muttered.

Your lips smashed onto his as you pressed him against the wall, holding his face in your hands. Jaehyun tugged off his suit jacket, throwing it somewhere on the floor beside you. The light was low in the room, the only source of light coming from the moonlight shining through the gigantic window of the empty room. Your lipstick was probably all over his face by now, so there was no way either one of you was coming out of this room unscathed.

He pulled away from you, planting kisses on your neck. He lowered his hands in response, cupping your ass firmly as you moaned softly. You removed your arms from his neck and loosen his tie wanting to see more of him. He inhaled the scent of your perfume, taking in everything about you all at once.

"I want you in my mouth. How does that sound," you asked, eyes closed in pleasure.

"Sounds like heaven." Jaehyun lifted his head, letting go of you as you sunk onto your knees. His eyes never left your hands as you unbuckled his belt, hands moving fast and clumsily. Jaehyun couldn't help but smile. He's been with a lot of women, but no one older. He always felt like older women weren't his type, but here he was about to get blown off by one.

You unzipped his slacks, tugging his neatly tucked shirt out of the fabric. You tugged his clothes down quickly, unable to hide your excitement when you saw his hardened length.

"Fuck," you mumbled. You grabbed his length, stroking it slowly, and bit your lip. Looking up at him, you swore his eyes rolled back from the simple touch. Jaehyun's eyes never left yours as you started to stroke him faster.

You kissed the tip of his length, tongue softly digging into the slit. Jaehyun let out a low grunt, brows furrowing at the sudden feeling. You removed your hand slowly as you sunk his length into your mouth. You bobbed your head, staring into his pretty brown eyes. Your hand gripping the hem of your dress nails sinking into your palms through the thin fabric.

Jaehyun's hand reached the back of your head, following your rhythm. Your cheeks hollowed as you sucked him harder, moaning softly.

"You're so pretty on your knees," he muttered. His eyes were glossed with pleasure, unable to care about the many voices and footsteps that come a little too close to the door. "I bet it'd turn you on even more if someone happens to walk in here."

You whined softly in response. You bobbed your head faster brows furrowing at how full your mouth was. Pleasuring him was turning you on even more, so when you opened your legs and crept your hands under your dress, Jaehyun was in absolute awe. You weren't wearing anything underneath and he could tell how easy it was for you to start fingering yourself. You pumped your fingers in and out of you matching the pace of your bobbing head.

Jaehyun moaned softly, mouth falling slightly as you moved your head faster. His eyes shifted from your face to your hands stuffed between your legs not knowing where to look. You pulled your mouth off of him slowly, droll falling down your chin, the only thing connecting you to him being a string of spit.

"Cum on my chest," you said, voice a bit raspy.

Jaehyun grabbed himself, stroking his length quickly. His soft moans turned into gentle whines. The scene was right out of a movie, him standing over you moaning as you touched yourself on your knees in front of him - so many people would pay to see it. Jaehyun's brows furrowed, throwing his head back feeling closer and closer to his orgasm. "Fuck, oh my god."

And with that, he came all over your chest, the hot sticky liquid staining your skin. Your lips curled into a smile as you bit your lip, still pumping your fingers in and out of your core. You pulled them out of you slowly and came to your knees. You never looked away as you stuck your fingers in his mouth, watching him as he sucked your arousal off your fingers.

"That's so fucking hot," you said, a smirk on your face. "And you even managed to keep my dress clean."

He took your fingers out of his mouth, letting out a soft chuckle. "I don't know if it'll still be clean when I'm finished with you."

"So finish me."

Jaehyun couldn't control himself when he pushed you into the wall and pulled up your tight dress. His lips attached themselves to your neck, leaving wet sloppy kisses all over your skin. "Fuck, you smell so good," he groaned. Jaehyun was in way too deep with you now, his tongue gliding from your neck to your chest.

If you had underwear on, they would probably be soaked by now. You watched him as he licked up his own cum, immediately kissing you right after. You couldn't get enough of the taste of his arousal as you kissed him moaning softly into his mouth.

"Don't wear a condom," you mumbled on his lips.

"Wasn't planning to." Jaehyun lifted your body, pinning you on the wall. You wrapped your arms around him, legs being held by him. You let out a breathy moan feeling yourself sinking into his length.

"Jesus Christ," you moaned quietly. Jaehyun held you with a strong grip on your thighs, so strong you were sure they would leave prints. He rocked his hips into you slowly, every moment bringing out a small groan from him.

"God, you're so big," you whispered, a smile spreading across your face in pleasure.

Jaehyun chuckled softly, kissing your neck. You looked so pretty to him, face lit up by the moonlight moaning his name. Your smile lights up your whole face, too perfect to look away from. He wanted to wipe that smile off your face. He wanted to fuck you so good, you wouldn't even be able to talk.

Your hand tangled in his hair as he fucked you slow against the wall, a small gasp escaping your lips with every thrust. Your lipstick is all over every part it shouldn't be, but that's what made this even better. The thrill of doing something you weren't. As much of a rule follower you were, you've always enjoyed breaking the rules sometimes, even if it was as risky as this. And fortunately for you, this was one rule Jaehyun broke with you.

Jaehyun thrust into you faster, making your body bounce at the same pace. The smile faded, and your jaw dropped at the pleasure that shot through your body. "That's it," he cooed. "It feels good doesn't it?"

"Y-yeah," you moaned out quietly.

"You take me so well baby." The praise made you go crazy, making you nod your head fast. You could barely form a coherent sentence at this point, not when he was fucking you this good. With every movement, your sensitive bud brushed against his skin making your head spin. You leaned in, kissing him deeply, tongues tangling with each other. You clenched around him, making him moan against your lips. "Fuck.."

"I'm so close," you whined against his lips. All that could be heard in the room was the sound of skin slapping and the sound of your soft moans.

"Can you wait for me?"

You shook your head, unable to form a coherent sentence. You looked down at where the both of you were connected, mind unable to focus on anything else. "Jaehyun..fuck I'm so close.."

"You're doing so good," he breathed out. "Just a bit more."

"F-fuck I can't.." You whined loudly feeling your entire body tense up under his touch. You clenched around him as you came, making him moan softly into your neck.

Jaehyun kept fucking into you, feeling himself coming closer and closer to his orgasm. He gripped your hips legs harder as he fucked into you at an unsteady pace. Soon enough, he threw his head back, brows furrowed, biting his lip to keep the loud groan from reaching the ears of the people outside the door as he came inside you. Feeling weak, Jaehyun put you back onto your feet carefully, the sound of breathing and your heels clicking on the floor filling the room. But before you could even register what just happened, Jaehyun disappeared right in front of you, dropping to his knees.

"W-what are you doing," you whispered softly.

"I'm not done." Jaehyun's voice was tired and raspy, sweat dripping down his forehead. He grabbed your leg, throwing it over his shoulder. Jaehyun wasted no time attaching his mouth to your core looking up at you with lust filled eyes. He lapped licked and sucked your clit hard, lapping up the mixture of both of your arousal.

You could barely stand how badly he was abusing your sensitive bud. You leaned against the wall trying to keep your balance as Jaehyun gripped your hips. "Oh my god," you whimpered, breathy moans sounding like music to his ears. Everything was overstimulating you, the feeling of his tongue, the eye contact - the sounds he was making - it was driving you crazy.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum." Your breathing was so loud, you were basically heaving trying to keep yourself from moaning too loud.

"Cum, and keep those pretty eyes on me." Jaehyun moaned as he licked you up, his half opened eyes never leaving you. Your jaw dropped, a gasp that was a little too loud leaving your mouth reaching the ears of someone outside as soon as you came.

"What was that," you heard someone ask.

You clasped your hand over your mouth in an attempt to muffle whatever noises were coming out as he lapped up your arousal. Jaehyun removed your leg from his shoulder, holding you so your weak body wouldn’t fall. You gulped as he removed your hand from your mouth, not knowing what he was about to do next.

"Open up." Jaehyun grabbed your jaw and brushed his finger against your lip. A smirk was plastered on his face as he let a ball of cum and saliva fall from his tongue and onto yours, his smirk becoming wider when you let out a soft whine. "Swallow."

Eyes never leaving your, he watched you so what he said, kissing you right after. He held your face in his hands while kissing you passionately.

"That was..fucking amazing," you mumbled on his lips.

"You were amazing." He moved his hands from your face, moving them directly to your ass. "That was the most fun I've had in ages."

"That was the most fun I've had in my life," you replied, chuckling softly. "I thought you were bluffing when you said you were good."

"Yeah, I might've gotten a bit carried away." Jaehyun's eyes scanned over your body taking in the mess he made of you at the very formal event. "I'm sorry for that," he said, glancing at your cleavage.

"I'm sorry about the lipstick everywhere," you said laughing softly at the red smeared all over his face. "I don't know how we're gonna make it out of here."

"I could always give you my jacket and we can make a run for it," he joked.

You shook your head, wrapping your arms around his neck with a smile. "I think I'd like to stay here for a little bit longer. I hate these events."

Jaehyun kissed you softly, nipping at your lip. "Round 2? I don't think you can keep up with me."

"I'm better at showing you than telling you."

"So show me."

[slayfics]

Explosive Tendencies a slow burn fan fiction about the readers developing relationship with Katsuki Bakugo.

Chapter twenty-one: Your class decides what to do for the School Festival.

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In class, you overheard that your classmates had decided to put on a concert for the school festival. After classes, everyone huddled around in the common room trying to decide what the show would look like. You weren't surprised to see Katsuki wasn't there yet again.

Mina eyed you as you walked past your classmates debating on what kind of show to have. You slipped by them and made your way to the elevator for the boy's side of the dorms.

Once you finally made it to the fourth floor and Katsuki's door, you were greeted with his typical furious "What!?" when you knocked.

"Oh, hey," he said when he opened the door and realized it was you.

"Hiding up here again?" You asked, as you made your way into his room sitting in your usual spot on his rolling chair.

"I was about to head down," he said, as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

"What really!? You were actually going to help with ideas for the show?" You asked surprised.

"Tch- I don't know... the whole thing is pointless anyway," he said irritated, although you noticed he had been much more in thought about it than before.

"Pointless hu?" You asked.

"Yeah... I overheard some dumbasses from general studies talking about our class. Saying it's our fault everyone had to move into the dorm. As if we fucking asked for some villains to come and ruin everything. Just- I don't know..." He trailed off.

You could tell it was bothering Katsuki more than he was saying. You knew he must feel partially responsible given he was the one that got kidnapped at summer camp. You decided changing the subject to get his mind off it was best.

"Whatever, forget those extras," You joked. "I never asked how your classes went this past weekend for your provisional licenses," you said.

You were hoping a change of subject would help, but this also seemed to activate Katsuki.

"Fucking dumb," he said dryly.

"Tell me about it," You encouraged.

Katsuki grunted and looked away as he decided if he wanted to talk about it or not. "The test was fucking stupid and those damn airheads from Shiketsu were there," He spoke.

"Airheads?" You asked clarifying.

"Yeah, that fucking wind guy and some blond bitch that was all over Icy Hot," Katsuki said as he averted his gaze to the ground.

Katsuki wasn't saying it but the fact that Inasa and Camie ignored him while they fawned over Shoto upset him.

You noticed the dejected look on his face and laughed, "Well sounds like that blond girl has some horrible taste then."

"Hu?" He exclaimed and looked back up at you.

"I just mean if I was her, it's not Todoroki I'd be looking at," You explained.

"No?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Who would you be looking at then?"

"Uh-," You felt your face get hot. You hadn't expected Katsuki to call you out to clarify.

"Come on, say it," He pushed.

Just then Katsuki's door flew open, "Are you seriously not going to come down again and help Kacchan?" Denki asked entering the room unannounced. "Oh! Uh hey! Didn't expect to find you here too," Denki said looking at you. "Sorry, am I interrupting something?"

"Didn't anyone teach you to knock dunce face!" Katsuki yelled.

"Sorry!" Denki said throwing his hands up. "But come on- you two should be helping us!" He complained.

"Fine," Katsuki grunted standing up. "Let's go see what these idiots are planning." He said waving at you to follow.

Once you three made your way down to join the rest of your classmates a discussion about who knew how to play instruments ensued.

That was when Denki shouted excitedly at Katsuki, "Hey! Didn't you say your parents made you take drum lessons?!"

"HU?! No way I'm playing and making a fucking idiot of myself on stage!" Katsuki barked.

"Oh, we get it- it's too hard for you, hu?" Hanta said snickering. He was clearly trying to anger Katsuki into playing them.

"WHAT!? THEY AREN'T EVEN THAT HARD!" Katsuki yelled as he stomped over to play.

"Well, that was easy," Hanta whispered to Denki, and they both broke laughing.

Katsuki proceeded to play a short drum solo that left everyone shocked. Jiro quickly proclaimed that Katsuki should be the drummer for the school festival.

"NO!" Katsuki said and began to walk back to his dorm.

A symphony of your classmates broke out trying to persuade him.

"Don't you idiots get it!" He yelled. "All the other classes blame us for why things are so strict now. They are only going to come and watch us to hope we make fools of ourselves," Katsuki explained.

"What?! We're just trying to help everyone have a good time!" Trou yelled back.

"You didn't help decide what we were going to do so you can't complain," Shoto said.

Katsuki let out an annoyed grunt, "Whatever, but doesn't it piss you off? It's not like we wanted villains to show up and attack us, but now we're being blamed for it? I don't give a damn how those other weak classes feel about us let's just destroy them by having the best event at the stupid festival." Katsuki replied.

Most of the class erupted in excitement at Katsuki agreeing to play drums, but few exchanged glances having a different understanding about what he said.

Some of your classmates picked up on the subtly of what Katsuki was saying. He had been carrying around the guilt of being kidnapped and causing all the strict changes to the school.

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[b00ks1ut]

It’s All About Trust

Joe Liebgott X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, war, fluff (an attempt anyway I think), swearing, Briefly mention of reader being a medic, reader has a shit ton of siblings (relatable), not that many physical descriptions if any, mentions of death, normal Band of Brothers stuff

Sorry if this is bad. I’ve never written any BoB fanfiction and really have like hardly any writing experience at all so hopefully this isn’t horrible. Please give me feed back if you want. Thank you! Also sorry for the ending. It’s kinda abrupt but it’s the best I could get lol

Bois Jacques is hell. A very very cold hell. Nothing could truly combat the cold that seeps into everyone around me. Not even the plainish slop they feed us in an attempt at food. Or in the current case, cold, hard “pancakes”, or that’s what Domingus says they are.

Don pokes at his and calls after our ever so kind cook, “Joe these smell like my armpit!”

“At least your armpit is warm.” Skip grumbles from Malarkey’s side as he holds his pancake up for emphasis.

“You want syrup with that?” Domingus sasses back to him.

“Joe, be honest, what’s in these things anyway?” Don asks the retreating man.

“Nothing you won’t eat, Malarkey.” He replies.

“I won’t eat Malarkey.” Spina shoots back quickly causing us all grouped up to let out a chorus of laughs.

Julian brings back the topic of Babe and Spina’s run in with a German on their search for 3rd Battalion. “Hey, maybe Hinkle would like your share, huh?”

This happens to hit my funny bone and I let out a snort leading to the rest of the men’s laughter to only further increase until Peacock comes around looking for Dike.

“Try battalion CP, sir.” I tell the man. The rest of us wait for him to walk away on his hunt for the company CO before we break our into giggles again.

“Try Paris.” Skip laughs.

“Try Hinkle.” Malarkey adds, only increasing our laughter and before I know it tears are pricking my eyes.

Spina begins his less than great German impression and I have to leave before I piss myself laughing.

I seem to run into a brick wall in my way back to my foxhole, tears of laughter still stinging my eyes.

“Sorry ‘bout that (y/n/n).” A deep southern voice speaks from above me.

I take a look and send a smile at the blonde who’s got me held by the shoulders.

“You’re all good Bull, no harm done.” I tell him as I step out of his hold. “Sorry about that.”

“No harm done.” He repeats before walking away with a smile sent to me.

I continue to make my way back to my temporary home of a frozen foxhole. I look down to find none other than Joseph Liebgott.

I’ve always had a soft spot for the rageful Jew. I don’t think it’s any specific thing that made me so drawn to him but rather his whole entire being.

On the other hand he’s never shown any direct attraction to me. Sure nearly all the men of Easy have sent me a glance at least once but I don’t blame them, I’m one of the few women they’ve interacted with past a single night in around 2 years. But past a glance none of the boys have soberly tried anything.

Especially Joe. He’s not unfriendly to me but he’s never really gone out of his way to interact with me. Not until now.

He’s sitting alone in my foxhole, hands tucked under his armpits, gun leaning in the dirt next to him, and his eyes intensely trained on the line.

“Joe? Did you get lost?” I ask him with a small laugh.

“Uh?” He looks up at me and gives me a small smile. “Not lost, just looking for someone to talk to.”

“Luz’s hole is like 2 over that way.” I told him pointing in the direction of the jester’s own hiding place.

“Well good thing I wasn’t looking for George then, yeah?” He says with his trademark smirk. “I can leave if you’d like me to, though.”

"You're fine, but can I ask a question?" I asked as I began the short descent into the frozen foxhole.

"Shoot away (y/l/n)." The Californian told me, looking back at the line across the cold, white field.

"Why are you talking to me? I'm don't mean to be rude but you've never put any effort into having any interaction with me." I asked sitting across from him and stuffing my frozen hands into my jacket pockets.

"I'm just trying to be friendly. No time better than the present, right? Do you have a problem with that? I can leave if you need me to." Joe had begun to get a little defensive but that's hardly surprising when he'll jump at a chance to be upset, whether isn’t reasonable or not.

"Why now? There's hardly a point in making friends when fucking Babe and Spina barely just ran from a Kraut fucking foxhole so excuse my confusion at your extremely sudden olive branch when we're all about to be sent home either on a stretcher or in an enveloped as a piece of shitty metal with our names stamped into it!" I grabbed my dog tags and shook them for emphasis. It took all of my self control to not start yelling or crying, but I could feel the sting of unshed tears at my eyes. "We're all going to be blown to kingdom come by all of this damned artillery." I whisperd.

"Hey. That's not true. We've made it this far but look at us. Sitting in this frozen hell hole and you're alive, I'm alive, and so is Bull and George, Don, Babe, Doc, Skip, Penkala, Perco, and Buck and Lip." He began listing some of the guys we had been with for so long. "I know it's scary and there's not a single thing I can promise you to make anything seem ok, because I'm scared and I have no clue what's going to happen even 10 seconds from now but one thing I can tell you that might make you feel slightly better is that you've made it this far. You made it through Sobel's shitty personalty, Normandy, Carentan, and I know that if you have made it this far without a scratch then what can take you down? You’re what, one of nine kids back at home, you managed to talk and work your way into the airborne and then continue to be an absolute badass throughout boot camp and combat!” He took a break to really look at me and I took that as an opportunity to defend myself and my feelings.

“I’m really flattered but don’t you think I’ve been too lucky? I’ve come so far with nothing more than a bruise and I’m sure the next thing you know I’ll be blown to pieces! I don’t know why I thought I could do this, Joe! I’m fucking terrified and there’s no where to go!” I can feel the tears beginning to well in my eyes and in a sorry attempt to stop them I look to the sky. “I don’t know what I’m doing here anymore.”

“Hey, you can’t go thinking like that. You’re going to make it out of here alive. I need you to believe that because trust me when I say that you are the toughest damned woman I’ve ever met in my life.” He scooted closer to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side.

The tears couldn’t be held any longer and the dam broke, salty waves rolling down the sides of face into my hair line. A sob escaped my lips before I could muffle it with a fist that had been stuffed between my lips only seconds too late.

“I’m sorry.”

“No need to be sorry, (y/n), we’re all feeling it, you’re the only one brave enough to let anyone see it.”

I let out a scoff. ‘Brave’ is not the right word to use. “I’m pathetic. I’m sitting here crying, doing nothing to help anyone around me who has it worse. I’m a a medic for fuck’s sake, I shouldn’t be crying when I routinely see how bad I could have it.”

Joe had only pulled me closer and wrapped his other arm around me, essentially cradling my shaking form. “Don’t you see? That’s what makes you so brave, (y/n). You see all these men in so much pain and put yourself in harms way to make sure they get patched up and safe. You are completely allowed to be overwhelmed and scared and cold and any other feeling a person can have. Not one man here would blame you for being upset right now. They know that as long as you are safe so are they, because when shit goes down you’re always there to help us.” He was talking so softly and so gently that I couldn’t help but cry harder.

“Oh fuck.” I muttered , wiping at my eyes. “I’m sorry Joe.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for Doll.” He gave me an affectionate pat. “Just know that you are such a light in the dark here, and not one of the men in these woods would judge you right now.”

I gave him a weak smile and sniffed, wiping at my eyes and nose. “Thank you, Joe, really. I’m forever grateful.”

“Oh don’t mention it, just don’t go telling anyone that I give out cuddles, I can’t have my reputation ruined like that.” Joe snickered with his smirk and a pat to my side.

“Your secret is safe with me as long as you don’t go telling people I cry.” I tittered and wrapped my arm around his neck.

“Your secret is safe with me, (y/n).”

“How do I know you’re not lying to me?”

“It’s all about trust. I trust you, you trust me; that’s how this has to work, yeah?” I was nearly bumping noses with him and if I wanted to I could just lean in a little and kiss him. The thought quickly crosses my mind but part of me knows better.

“I trust you, Joseph Liebgott.” I meant it, with more of my heart than I thought was still there.

[suometar]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @kallisto-k last week and since I always get their tags on Thursday, I decided to jump directly to next Wednesday :D

I've worked on four wips over the last week (out of seven in total lol) but two of them I'm writing with a friend so you'll get snippets of the two of my own!

Also enjoy the rare view into one wip I've worked more on and then another one that's literally just first words on a paper at the moment XD

WIP #1: Shutter love

The preparation routine, close to meditation, was interrupted by someone walking into the studio. Steve raised his gaze from the screen and a smile spread across his face when he saw Billy.

“Hi! Welcome! I’m Robin, we talked on the phone,” Robin greeted Billy, walking to him, and showing where he could leave his coat and his cloth bag to wait for the shoot to begin.

“Happy to be here,” Billy replied with a smile.

Steve took in the sight of Billy and Robin greeting each other. A shaft of sunlight streaming through the high windows caught the edges of Billy’s blond hair, igniting golden halos to dance around his head.

As if feeling Steve’s gaze, Billy looked up and their eyes locked. Time stretched thin, gossamer and fragile between them. The gaze was an electric thread, unspooling from from whatever it had been gathered into the other night, weaving through the space, drawing them together despite the distance.

Steve broke the spell first and walked towards Billy, each step measured and sure, but his pulse thrummed beneath his skin, betraying an excitement he hadn’t felt in years. There was something about this young model, something that beckoned like the promise of an undiscovered country.

“Hi! Nice to see you again,” Steve said, extending his hand and feeling the spark ignited in him in the party a few nights ago rekindling at the touch.

“Yeah, you too,” Billy replied, taking Steve’s hand and shaking it with firm confidence. A handshake of someone who knew their worth but didn’t make too much out of it.

The handshake lingered for a heartbeat longer than necessary and so they stood there, the handshake evolving into a recognition of the energy that was sparking between them.

Then the world rushed back in, and Steve rushed to remind him he knew nothing about Billy and definitely not if he was free or even interested in men.

“It’s an honor to get to work with you, Mr. Harrington,” Billy continued, his lips curving into a smile that reached his eyes. The sincerity in his tone matched the grip of his hand—earnest and eager.

“Please, call me Steve,” Steve said, releasing Billy's hand reluctantly. “And the pleasure is all mine."

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WIP #2: Get out of my dreams, get into my car

“Uh…no. I’m not angry about…anything,” Steve replied.

“Good. Because you don’t have to worry about that. Moving away, I mean. I’m not planning on moving in with anyone soon.”

“Oh. Wait. You’re not?”

“Should I be?”

“But…Was the date horrible?”

“No, it wasn’t. It was nice.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.”

“Planning to see them again?” Steve asked quietly after a moment, staring at his coffee mug.

Billy shrugged. “Maybe.”

Steve just nodded.

Billy could feel the tips of his ears burning when he tried to find words for the second thing he wanted to talk about. “Um…That wasn’t all I wanted to talk about.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Uh…” Billy took a deep sigh. Better just to spit it out. “The red panties…” He felt his face burning. “They’re, uh…they’re mine. I, uh…I—I like to wear them. Sometimes. It’s a secret and…no one has known until now. I’m sorry you had to find out that way.”

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[gojosoath]

wilted grace — nanami/gojo fic

MINORS DON'T INTERACT // 18+ ONLY!

pairing: nanami kento x gojo satoru x fem!reader (uses she/her pronouns) x poly relationship

tags: romance x angst x smut x polyamory x AU (no sorcerer stuff in this au, nanami and gojo are just normal dudes living in a normal world, lol) x oral(f!receiving)

warnings: a bit of an age gap (everyone is a consenting adult fyi) summary: (AU) The story follows Y/N, Nanami and Gojo in a polyamorous relationship; the three of them navigating the new dynamic relationship for the first time in their lives. The three of them begin exploring aspects both emotionally and sexually, finding themselves on a complex journey of facing their inner demons and also healing themselves.

Table of Contents // my ao3 taglist: @adequate-superstar ; @chifuxu ; @moonlightchildz ; @crown5 ; @frankiesteins-world ; @peachytears11 ; @chaneleden ; @izu-fi

DO NOT REPOST/COPY MY WORKS ANYWHERE ELSE. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ©gojosoath

a/n: first off, i am SO SORRY that it's taken me MONTHS to write this chapter. this was the chapter that gave me horrible writer's block. i never intended for it to take me this long, but i literally would stare at my screen for hours on and off and not be able to come up with anything. that being said, this chapter is probably horrible. and i'm sorry about that. either way, thank you to everyone's continuous support, feedback is VERY much encouraged.

Part 9: Tonight, We Dance a Strange Dance (wc: 7.3k)

The next day, when you woke up to go to the bathroom, you saw that you were still bleeding. It wasn’t as bad as last night, but still there. After you got out of the bathroom, you went over to Nanami, who was surprisingly still asleep. He was sleeping on his stomach, arms underneath the pillow. You had discovered that Nanami slept with his mouth wide open. You knelt next to Nanami’s bed and for a couple of moments, you didn’t disturb him. He looked so at peace, that you almost didn’t want to wake him up. You decided not to, leaning in and giving his cheek a small kiss. Nanami stirred awake at your movement, making you freeze up, your face only inches away from his. 

He blinked a few times and a soft smile formed on his lips when he saw you, “Hey,” His voice was raspy. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you up,” You say to him, setting your arms on the edge of the bed. 

“What time is it?” Nanami asks.

“Close to ten in the morning,” You tell him. 

Nanami sits up, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands, the blanket falling and exposing his bare body. He looked like a Greek God, the sun reflecting from behind the window forming a halo-like resemblance around his head. The sunlight kissed his toned body, his blonde hair disheveled and over his forehead. His fingers went underneath your chin, giving it a soft, playful pinch. 

“I’m still bleeding,” You tell Nanami.

Nanami’s posture switches from tiredness to alertness, all of a sudden looking wide awake, “Shit, does it hurt?” His arms reach out for you and you crawl up into his embrace, being engulfed in his scent. 

“It doesn’t hurt, just kind of looks like I’m on my period. But I don’t start my cycle for another couple of weeks,” You inform him. 

Nanami signs, placing a kiss on top of your head, “Let’s eat breakfast and head to urgent care to get it checked out.” 

┅

You and Nanami sat in a room at the urgent care, while the nurse took your blood pressure. Nanami sat at one of the chairs by the computer while you were up on the bed. Nanami wore a casual shirt with black jeans. The attire was yet again a new one you had seen Nanami in; he looked so sexy. The machine around your finger beeped and the nurse took a look at it;

“Alright, everything looks normal,” The nurse opened up one of the cabinets in the room and handed you a dressing gown, “take everything off from the waist down,” they instructed you. They gathered their items and before they headed out of the room, notified you and Nanami that the doctor would be with you two shortly. 

You hopped off the bed, a sigh leaving your lips, “I hate these things,” You hold up the dressing gown, the clothing dropping from its neatly folded structure. 

Nanami reaches out with his hand, “I’ll help you tie it.” 

You hand him the dressing gown and then say, “Don’t look, I’m shy.” Nanami chuckles, holding up the dressing gown so it covers his face and you tug it down, both of you laughing. “No, watch me,” You imply with a smirk on your lips, pulling it down so the gown is down to your chest. 

Nanami helps you get dressed in the gown, tying the strings on the back, followed by a small smack on your butt that makes you yelp. You get back onto the bed and the doctor comes in, introducing themselves and asking you questions about your situation. You answer truthfully and then the doctor instructs you to lie down on your back with your legs spread so they can examine between your legs. The coldness of the bed seeps through your skin, making you slightly shiver. Your hands grip the side of the bed as the doctor puts on their gloves and goes to sit in between your legs. 

“I’m just gonna take a look on the outside first,” The doctor explains, feeling the rubber elastic of their gloves around your outer labia. 

Nanami stands up and comes to your side where his hand goes to yours, his warm hand lacing with yours. You look up at him and he gives you a reassuring look, you feel yourself let out a sigh of relief. 

“I’m going to take a look inside now, let me know if anything hurts,” The doctor begins inserting her fingers inside you with light. “Hmm,” The doctor hums, “I’m only seeing a tear in the muscle, other than that, everything looks normal. Was there enough foreplay?”

You nod your head, heat rushing to your cheeks as you recall last night's events, “Yes, there was.” You hear the doctor snap off their gloves, and wash their hands. You sit up, “Well, were they on the bigger side?”

You and Nanami exchange looks, both of you filled with embarrassment, “Uh, no, I don’t think so?” You stumble with your words. 

The doctor nods, drying their hands, “Well, everything looks normal. It can happen where the first intercourse can cause some tears in the muscle. It’s nothing serious, the bleeding should go away in a couple of days as it heals. If anything comes up, please come see us again right away.” 

You nod your head and the doctor leaves the room, leaving you and Nanami to burst into laughter. Nanami comes to stand between your legs, his hand cupping your cheek and pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“Come on, let’s get you back to your dorm,” He says to you.

┅

Nanami dropped you off at your dorm, and before you got out of the car, Nanami embraced you in a hug, his nose nuzzled in the crook of your neck. You hugged him back, reassuring him that you two would hang out this week. Nanami had been clingy all morning, constantly touching you in some way, hand on your thigh, hand placed on your lower back, pulling you in for hugs. In small whispers, he continued to confess to you how much he didn’t want you to go back. The new side that had unraveled to you from Nanami made something burn inside of you. 

You pulled from the hug and rested your forehead against his, your fingers running down his scalp to his neck, “We will hang out this week, okay?” 

Nanami nodded his head, “Yes,” He breathed out, “can’t wait. I already miss you.”

“I already miss you too,” You gave him a hard kiss on his lips, and with that, you were stepping out of the car. You kept looking over your shoulder as you walked to your dorm building, giving him air kisses and waves. Nanami leaned over his steering wheel, giving you waves back and he reminded you of a teddy bear when he blew kisses back to you as well. 

┅

On Monday, Nanami for what felt like the first time in his life did not want to go to work. He dragged himself out of bed, sat in bed for a couple of minutes contemplating if he should sleep in for a little bit, and stayed in the shower longer than usual. Nanami was enwrapped in bliss; his body still burning with the way you made love to him like you had known his body for multiple lifetimes. He kept reminiscing on your pleasurable facial expressions, your gentleness yet playful roughness. The way your skin smelled, tasted, and felt against his. He found himself quite sad that you weren’t in bed with him and taking you back to your dorm was the hardest thing he found himself having to do. 

When Nanami arrived at work, he was immediately called in by his boss to have a meeting with him. During this meeting, the boss explained to Nanami how he needed to be flown out on a business trip for the weekend. Nanami felt himself become dreadful at this because all he hoped for was that he could spend this weekend with you again. Nanami slumped in his chair with a heavy sigh, getting himself prepared for the notes he needed for the business trip this week. 

As Nanami was working, he received a text from you;

Y/N: Hey, so my friend invited me to go clubbing with them this week! Did you wanna come along babe?

Nanami wanted to cry right then and there, out of all the times he had to go on a business trip, it just had to be this weekend. Nanami messaged you back, explaining his situation. He knew you would understand, he just hated that he couldn’t be there with you. 

┅

Despite feeling sad about Nanami not being able to come with you to the club, you still invited Nanami to help you choose which dress to wear for the club. You had invited Nanami over to your dorm while your roommate was out. Nanami stood out in the dorm interior, sitting against your bed on the floor with his elbows resting on his bent knees. He had his sleeves up to his elbows as always, tie loosened as you rummaged through your closet, displaying the dresses you had in mind onto your bed. You held a dress up to your body, turning around so Nanami could see it. 

“This one is cute, I’m just afraid that when I’m dancing, I’ll flash someone with it.”

Nanami smiles, cocking his head to the side, “Well, let’s see it on.”

You let out a playful scoff, “I think you just want to see me get undressed, is that it?”

Nanami’s face became red, he scratched the back of his head and looked down at his lap, “I won’t look.”

“You can look,” You tell him, not wasting time by taking off your shirt and shorts, followed by shimming into the dress. 

Nanami asks you, “Are you disappointed that I can’t come?”

You slip on the strap of the dress over your shoulder, “No!” You exclaim, making your way over to him, “Baby, I understand it’s because of work.”

Nanami clasps his fingers together, still looking down at his lap, “I know, but still…”

You kneel and lift his chin with your finger, his brown eyes meeting with yours, “We’ve got all the time in the world to go clubbing.”

Nanami’s thin lips pull into a smile, his eyes sparkling, “You always know how to reassure me.”

You giggle and stand up, giving him a twirl, “Well?”

Nanami eyes you, “You look stunning, my love.”

You do a couple of dance moves, making Nanami laugh, “See?” You point out the way the bottom of your dress rides up your thigh, “I’m gonna flash someone.”

“Still, you look gorgeous,” Nanami says in a deep voice, he extends his arm out to you, “c’mere,” he tells you. 

You walk over to him, and his other hand goes to your ass, pushing you in. The movement takes you by surprise, letting out a small yelp. Your crotch is at eye level with his, and his hands are placed on your hips, squeezing them. He looks up at you and says, “What if I make it up to you since I can’t come?”

His hands are teasing you, squeezing your hips and moving down to your thighs, his fingertips brushing small patterns on them. Your hand instinctively goes to the top of his hair, gripping it, “H-how so, Nanami?” You rasp. 

Nanami kisses right above your knee, moving up by trailing his tongue up your thigh, your breath hitching in your mouth. “By making you feel good,” Nanami says against your skin. 

You nod your head, “Yes…I’d love that, Kento.”

Nanami hums against your skin, giving your thigh open-mouthed kisses, his teeth slightly nibbling at your skin. His hands push the hem of your dress up to your stomach so you’re exposed to him. He presses his thumb flat against your clothed pussy, while his mouth continues to work at nibbling and sucking on the inner part of your thighs. You hiss at the impact, already feeling the way you’re pooling for him between your legs. 

Nanami finishes the kiss with a ‘pop’, the section where he was sucking having a slight red mark on there already. Nanami’s mouth moves between your legs, removing his thumb and replacing it with his tongue. He slides his tongue up to the hem of your underwear and takes it between his teeth, pulling it down until it’s down to your thighs, taking the rest off with his hands. Your bare pussy displayed before him, Nanami rubs his large hands up and down your thighs, looking up at you as you run your fingers through his blonde hair. 

“You look so beautiful…sit on my face,” His tone is intense. 

Your eyes widen, “A-are you sure?” 

He nods his head, using his hands to push him further towards his face, your bare pussy bumping his chin. He gives your plush ass smack so hard that your pussy comes in contact with his mouth. He doesn’t waste time, he latches his lips to your clit, using his tongue to spread your folds. The back of his head is leaned against the edge of your bed, your pussy mounted to his face, using his lips to create suction against your clit. 

“Oh, Nanami,” Your voice shakes from the pleasure, using your fingers to leverage yourself onto his hair. 

He pauses at eating you out, looking up at you with hooded eyelids, “Be a good girl and stay still for me,” He says against your pussy, his voice causing vibrations against your body. You comply with Nanami's request and hold your balance as Nanami moves his mouth down to your entrance, sticking his tongue inside you. Your mouth falls agape at the sensation, Nanami continuing to work at your pussy, tongue swirling against your clit and two fingers inside you. You hear how wet you sound, and the way Nanami lavishes in eating you. You arch your back, throwing your head back at the pleasure tension building up in your lower stomach. 

Before you know it, your body is shaking, reaching your high in bliss. Once you come down from your high, you lift your weight off of Nanami’s face, his mouth and chin glistening with your arousal. Nanami presses a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh, rubbing your hips. 

“That was perfect,” You tell him breathlessly, your legs feeling like jelly. Nanami helps you get down and sit in his lap where your legs are on either side of him, his arms embracing you in his hold. You lean your weight against his chest, embracing his scent and how strong he feels. Nanami rubs your back, the other hand in your hair. 

“Did that tire you out?” Nanami asks.

You laugh softly, pulling back and kissing him, tasting yourself on his lips, “Just a little.”  

“I think you should go with this dress,” Nanami tells you, “you look so beautiful in it.”

“Even if I flash someone by accident?” You tease.

Nanami chuckles deeply, “Yes.”

┅

Gojo had plans for Friday, his co-workers had invited him to go out and get some drinks. Gojo had hoped Nanami would come along, but he had already left for the short business trip that had been assigned to him. So, with nothing on his agenda, Gojo decided to tag along. He got dressed for the club and met with his coworkers at a cafe that was located by the office building. All of them headed for the club, his co-workers absorbed in laughter and loud chatter. Gojo effortlessly joined in with the conversation, by the time he got to the club, it seemed that his co-workers were already tipsy (since his co-workers had pre-gamed before arriving at the club). Gojo found himself sitting at one of the couches, a drink in his hand (which was just a virgin drink), conversing with some people around him who he knew wouldn’t remember speaking to the eye-catching platinum blonde gentlemen. 

Gojo found himself becoming bored; by trying to make sense of the drunken state of his coworkers and the random strangers he was seated by. Gojo left his stance and wandered around the club, trying to see if there was anything he could be amused by. Gojo went up the stairs to the second floor, the music blaring against his ears, pounding with his heartbeat. He had ditched his virgin drink back on the first floor. Gojo received some bumps from drunken state people as he made his way to the second floor, where there was another dance floor located. Instantly, Gojo noticed the formed crowd on the dance floor. Despite the loud music, Gojo could hear the overlapping confused tones coming from the crowd. 

Gojo’s curiosity carried his footsteps towards the crowd, making his way through the people, inserting himself between them to get to the source of everyone’s attention. When Gojo finally made his way to the center, there was a girl in the middle, on her fours, looking distraught. Her hair was over her face so Gojo couldn’t make out to see who it was. The girl pushed her hair back and Gojo had to take a step closer to get a better look. Through the strobing lights, Gojo couldn’t help but feel they have seen this girl before. When the girl looked up, it was then that Gojo realized who it was; Nanami’s girlfriend. 

Gojo stepped in to help you, helping you with his hands going underneath your armpits and pulling you up to your feet. You couldn’t hold your weight, your legs shaking, and Gojo caught you in his arms. You looked like you didn’t even realize that someone was helping you out. 

“Y/N?” Gojo said to you, but you only gave him a hollow look, slowly blinking. Gojo knew he needed to get you out of this crowded place, so he helped you walk, telling the people around him to get out of his way. Gojo helped you down the stairs, which resulted in you tripping a couple of times, the heels that you were wearing making the whole process more difficult. Gojo couldn’t smell any alcohol on you, but you seemed like you were intoxicated. Gojo takes you outside, over to where his car was parked. 

When the two of you get to his car, you heave over and you're projecting vomit over Gojo’s shoes. Gojo holds back your hair, not caring that you got his shoes dirty. Gojo uses his shirt to wipe your mouth, lifting it and bringing it to your lips. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” Gojo asks you, hands on your shoulders to try and get your attention. Your eyes meet his, and Gojo sees in your expression you seem more awake now. 

“Oh…” You say, “Gojo, I didn’t even realize it was you.”

“Are you okay?” Gojo asks, the smell of your vomit prominent but it didn’t even bother him. His eyes scanned you, the strap of your dress had fallen down your shoulder and the hem of your dress had risen, a peek of your underwear displayed. Gojo quickly averted his eyes, “What happened? Did you drink too much?”

“I’m sorry,” You say, completely ignoring his inquiries, “your shoes…” you look down at his shoes in defeat, “I’ll get you new ones.”

“Forget my shoes,” Gojo says, “did you have too many to drink?”

“No,” You shake your head, “I don’t drink…all of a sudden, I felt very sick and dizzy.”

“Did someone offer you a drink?” Gojo continues. 

There’s a distant and lost look on your face, “I…I can’t remember,” You say slowly, “I just feel really tired, but my roommate…” you look back towards the club building. 

“Where is she?” 

“I have no idea,” You let out a heavy sigh, “oh gosh,” your hands go over your face, “I feel so embarrassed right now.”

“Let’s get you back to your dorm, I’m going to call Nanami…”

“No!” Your alarm, “Please don’t bother him, he’ll be worried. I’ll tell him when he gets back, but not when he’s so far away right now!” 

Gojo looks at you again, for some reason, something in his gut tells him something happened to you back there. He prays that nothing did, you probably had a bit of alcohol and it had a weird reaction to your stomach — despite you denying that you don’t drink.

“Do you want me to drive you back to your place?” 

“I don’t even know where my dorm keys are,” Tears well up in your eyes, “my roommate probably has them and I have no idea where she is. She was holding onto my purse which also had my phone in it.”

Oh shit, Gojo’s mind is racing, how the hell did it happen that he’s in such a situation with Nanami’s girlfriend? Gojo didn’t have keys to Nanami’s place, because if he did, he’d just let you stay there for the night. 

“I think we should call Nanami,” Gojo says, “do you have family nearby here?” He knew it was stupid to ask but he wasn’t going to let you by yourself here.

You burst into tears, making Gojo flinch from the sudden reaction. You cry into your hands, shoulders shaking, heaving. Gojo stands there awkwardly for a moment, he’s not sure what to do. His hands come up, wanting to comfort you, but you’re Nanami’s girlfriend. It’d be weird to touch you to comfort you. 

He lets his arms drop to his side, “Okay,” Gojo’s tone is calm, “for now, let’s take you back to my place until we figure something out. Would you…be comfortable with that?”

You sniffle, looking up at him, your mascara and eyeshadow smudged at the corner of your eyes. “I’m sorry for all of this,” You choke out, “this is my first time going to a club.”

For some reason, Gojo can’t help but find you so cute but also be deeply concerned for you. He takes out his car keys from his pocket, “Okay, let’s go to my place for now,” He guides you to his car, and helps you get in as you still seem a bit fatigued. When Gojo closes the door, he looks down at his shoes, covered in your bodily fluids. He kicks the shoes off and abandons them in the club parking lot. He hops into the driver's seat and sets the keys into the ignition. 

The car drive to Gojo’s apartment is quiet, he looks at you from the corner of his eyes from time to time and your head is leaned back, eyes closed. He thinks at first you had fallen asleep but when he parks his car, you open your eyes and lean up. You unbuckle yourself and the two of you head toward his apartment building. 

When you two get into the elevator, you ask, “Where did your shoes go?”

Gojo shrugs his shoulders, smiling at you, “I didn’t need them anymore.”

You follow Gojo as he leads you two through the hallway and to his apartment room. He opens the door and lets you in first, stepping inside and being greeted with the living room. The living room has a staircase that goes up to the second floor of the penthouse. There’s some random stuff scattered on Gojo’s coffee table which doesn't fully register for you. Gojo offers for you to take a seat on the couch and you do so, sitting on the edge with your hands in your lap as you hear Gojo rummage in his kitchen.

“Would you like anything to eat? Or drink?” He offers it to you from the refrigerator and you shake your head. Gojo comes over to you with a glass filled with water despite your decline, “Your knee,” He says. 

You look up at him, he sets the glass back onto the coffee table and kneels, taking a closer look at your knee. You follow his gaze and that’s when you realize it for the first time tonight, there’s a cut on your knee. 

Gojo looks up at you, “Are you sure you haven’t had any drinks tonight?”

“No,” You tell him, “as I told you, I don’t drink, Gojo.” 

He nods his head, pursing his lips and looking to the side, “I know this is weird, you being here and all…” 

“No, no, thank you for letting me stay here until we figure something out,” You interject, “maybe I can text my roommate from your phone?”

“Sure,” Gojo takes out his phone from his back pocket, unlocks it, and gives it to you, “in the meantime, I’ll go grab my first aid kit.” He stands up to leave and you give your roommate a text, asking her where she is. You knew calling her would be useless as she was most likely still at the club and wouldn’t even hear it. 

After sending the text, you put Gojo’s phone back on the coffee table and that’s when you fully process what’s on Gojo’s coffee table; scattered legos. There’s already something that’s being built, it looks like some sort of space shuttle. You find yourself smiling while picturing yourself Gojo sitting on the floor, tongue between his lips in concentration as he puts the pieces together. For some reason, that image fits him perfectly. 

“Okay,” Gojo comes back into the living room and sits on the floor on his knees, setting the first aid kit next to him. “Do you know how you hurt your knee?” Gojo asks as he starts to take out a plastic bottle that you know is peroxide. He tilts the bottle into a cotton pad a couple of times, and looks up at you, “This is going to hurt a little.” 

“Go ahead,” You tell him and he presses the cotton pad, making you flinch from the burning sensation. 

“Well,” Gojo wipes at your knee, “do you know?”

“Huh?”

Gojo pauses, “How did you hurt your knee?”

“Oh,” You look down at your knee, trying to recall how it happened but for some reason, the entire club scene is a blur in your head. It’s scattered, all over the place, in small fragments that make your headache feel worse. “I honestly can’t remember,” You finally conclude, “I wasn’t expecting my first time at a club to go so badly,” you let out a weak laugh. 

Gojo looks at you through his lashes, and he grabs a clean cotton pad, tilting that same bottle into it. “Just curious, but did anyone…” His voice trails off, inhaling sharply through his teeth, “did anyone offer you a drink?”

“No,” You answer, “I know how dangerous it is as a girl to accept drinks from anyone at a club.”

“Sorry,” Gojo looks embarrassed, and he silently continues to disinfect your wound. It’s strange, he seems more grounded than the other times you’ve encountered him. 

Your eyes trail to the clothed shoulder of his button, “How’s your scar?” 

Gojo sets the pad to the side and puts ointment on your knee, “It was just a scratch,” He looks up at you and flashes you one of his wide smiles, “all good now.” 

“I’m sorry again about throwing up on your shoes…” Your voice trails off awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with him.

“Pssht!” Gojo waves his hand in the air, and rummages through the first aid kit for a band-aid big enough to cover your wound, “It’s not a big deal, I’ve got plenty of shoes.” 

“Still…” Your eyes go down to your knee, still unable to recall how you got that scratch, “I’m sure I kind of smell like vomit and that’s gross.”

Gojo shrugs his shoulders, “Not really,” He finally finds one and rips it open, handing it to you, “here, did you want to do it?”

“Thanks,” You grab the bandage from him, and your guys’ fingers brush, making you somewhat flustered. You try to play it off like you didn’t notice the touch between the two of you and place the bandaid onto your wound. 

“We can still try calling Nanami,” Gojo scratches the back of his neck, “I think it’d be a good idea.”

You think for a moment, you know there’s nothing Nanami could do over the phone, so telling him right now felt like it wouldn’t do anyone any good. “I’ll tell him when he gets back,” You tell Gojo, “I promise.” 

The sincerity in your voice makes Gojo clamp his mouth shut about telling Nanami. Gojo can’t help that he’s crossing a line here; bringing one of his closest friend’s girlfriends over to his place at midnight while he’s out on a business trip. He feels guilty about it even though he knows nothing has happened or will happen with you two. 

Gojo closes the first aid kit and sits against the other couch with his knees bent, “You can stay here for the night.”

“No!” You perk up, feeling embarrassed for the way you raised your voice. You clear your throat, “No, it’s okay, I’m sure my roommate will text me soon…” 

“Okay, well, either way, you can sleep here for tonight,” Gojo says, he would offer for you to sleep in his bed but that was way too much. “Let me bring you a pillow and blanket,” He goes up the stairs and you sit there silently, waiting for him. For some odd reason, you feel lethargic. You had only been at the club for roughly an hour and it seemed like for part of it you had blacked out. You didn’t have any drinks, you were sure of it…

Gojo comes back into the living room, and he sees you leaning forward, observing his unfinished lego piece. Gojo places the pillow and blanket next to you, “I’ve been working on it for too long,” He speaks up, making you turn your head to look at him — or to be exact, you have to look up. There’s a boyish smile on his lips, it’s strange seeing him without his glasses on. He strides over to the other couch and takes a seat, his hands going to the scattered lego pieces. “Some nights I have the motivation to do it and many other times, I don’t,” Gojo comments. He even goes to sit on the floor, awkwardly having to shift around due to his lanky, long legs until he has them crossed underneath the table. 

You pick up a lego piece and take a look at the manual where he has it. Without looking at you, he moves it so that you can get a better look as well. You say softly, “Thank you again…” 

Gojo puts some pieces together, his brow furrowed in concentration, “Y/N,” Hearing your name from his lips makes you perk up naturally. His eyes go to yours, holding your gaze, “There’s no more need to thank me,” he flashes you a smile, “you’re welcome.”

You quickly look away, letting your hair fall over your face, not understanding why your stomach is fluttering. You clear your throat, “Anyways, I’m really glad Nanami has such a good friend like you.”

“And I’m glad Nanami found someone who makes him happy as you do.” Both of you look at each other for a couple of silent moments and Gojo continues, “I’ve never seen him this way until you two have been together.”

“How so?”

Gojo thinks for a moment, “Hmm, happier. Or more like, he’s just excited in general. Excited to get through his day.” 

You look down at the lego pieces on the coffee table, a smile and blush to form on your face. “I’m assuming you were weirded out when he first told you about us, I mean, because of our age difference.” You’re not quite sure why you’re saying the stuff to Gojo, but something about his aura, he seems so easy to talk to. 

Gojo chuckles, “Not for long,” He noted, “I guess when I first met you, I saw that it wasn’t as weird as it sounded.” 

“Well, I hope you find someone like that, too,” You give him a sheepish smile, feeling your cheeks burning for some reason. The sensation makes you feel guilty, it could be the way you’re feeling off that’s making you blush in the first place. Now that you think about it, was there a moment during the night when someone offered you a drink? 

“How about if we don’t hear from your friend in an hour, we call Nanami?” Gojo suggests.

You process his suggestion, perhaps calling Nanami and telling him what was going on would be better considering you were over at his friend’s place. You don’t want to betray Nanami’s trust, not after knowing how much of his trust he has placed in you. 

“Let’s call Nanami,” You say. 

┅

You and Gojo are seated next to one another on the couch with his phone set on the coffee table. The phone rings as you two wait for Nanami to pick up. He answers on the second ring, and just his voice alone sends for the warmth to spread between your legs to your lower abdomen.

“Gojo?” Nanami’s voice comes through the phone.

You speak up, “Nanami, it’s me.”

“Y/N?” Nanami sounds confused, “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you.”

You feel guilty and pang at you, “I know,” You say, “I’m using Gojo’s phone because my friend has my phone.”

“Are you okay?” Now Nanami is fully concerned, “Is Gojo with you?”

You and Gojo exchange looks and says in unison, “Yes,” The two of you quickly look away. 

“We bumped into one another at the club,” Gojo says, “she wasn’t…” 

You finish the thought for Gojo, “I wasn’t feeling well.” 

“Y/N, are you okay?” Nanami asks again, followed by a sigh; you can see him in your mind. You can see the deep furrow etched between his eyebrows with his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“I’m okay, I did throw up…but Gojo helped me and brought me to his apartment,” You explain to Nanami, a part of you is afraid that Gojo bringing you over to his place will cause tension between the two men. 

“You don’t have your dorm keys either?” Nanami asks.

You look down at your hands, “No, my friend has them as well…” 

“Can you let her stay over for the night?” Nanami directs the question at Gojo, making you surprised that’s Nanami’s response. 

“Yeah,” Gojo says, “when do you think you’ll be back?”

“Day after tomorrow,” Nanami tells him, “Y/N, please keep me updated. I’m so glad you’re okay.”

You swoon at Nanami’s capability of always being able to care for you. “I will, I miss you and I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“No need to apologize, just wish I was there,” Nanami reassures you, “I want you to get some rest, okay?”

You nod your head lightly, “I will, promise…I love you.”

Nanami returns in a heartbeat, “I love you, Y/N.” 

You feel heat forming on your cheeks, having to bite your bottom lip to stop the smile that overtakes you. You can't help but also feel embarrassed that Gojo is sitting beside you and Nanami’s love talk. Nanami promises you that he will call on Gojo’s phone so he can say good morning to you and that’s the end of the phone call. 

You rub your hands together awkwardly, “Um, thank you.”

Gojo stands up, stretching his arms over his head, “Hey, didn’t I say that there’s no need to thank me anymore?” 

You chuckle, “Yes.”

Gojo flicks his thumb over his shoulder, “If you want to take a shower, feel free to.” 

You look down at yourself; the bandage on your knee, and you notice for the first time what seems to be a drink stain on your dress. You probably look like a mess right now, too. You can’t help but think, is this normal? Is it normal or even right to be showering at your boyfriend’s best friend’s house? 

You realize Gojo is waiting for you to answer, “Sure,” You tell him, “if it’s okay with you.”

“Um…” Gojo scratches the back of his neck, and you two don’t need to say it out loud; you don’t have a spare pair of clothes with you. The only option is… 

You put your hands up, “It’s okay! I can just sleep in this dress!” You let out a nervous laugh, “It’s just for one night, anyways.” 

Gojo taps his chin, “I think I might have one of Nanami’s shirts somewhere in my closet…” 

“Oh,” You perk up, “that would work!” 

┅

You stand outside of Gojo’s bedroom as he rummages through his closet for the shirt that he mentioned. From the open door, you can see the back of Gojo and his long arms looking through the clothes, pushing them further down by the hangers. You hug yourself with your arms, the thought that you were at the club an hour ago does not even seem real anymore. So much has happened in one night. 

Gojo appears at his bedroom door, “I just realized that it’s in the hamper,” Despite a smile on his lips, you can tell that he’s trying to hide his nervousness behind it. 

“It’s okay,” You say, “I’ll be fine, seriously.” 

Gojo goes into his room and comes out with a pair of clothes in his hand, “If you change your mind, you can just use these,” You take the clothes from him; one of his shirts and sweatpants. Does this count as cheating? 

“I know it’s weird,” Gojo comments, looking to the side, “but I’ll explain it to Nanami. He’s understanding.” 

“Yes,” You confirm, “he is very understanding. Uh, thanks…” 

Gojo snaps his fingers, “Right, let me show you where the bathroom is!” He walks down the hallway and you follow behind him. He gives you a towel as well and shows you how the water is turned on in the shower, too. 

“I’ll be downstairs if you need something,” Gojo is at the door, his head peeking through the crack, “and don’t worry about it, you’re welcome,” He flashes you a pretty smile and then closes the door. You lock the door and begin getting undressed, setting the dress on the bathroom counter. You slip off your underwear as well and turn on the water, giving it a moment to get warmed up. Before you step in, you rip off the bandage and finally step in, closing the shower glass door behind you. 

The warm water makes your shoulders relax, and your hair falls over your face. It’s then that you realize that you also have to use Gojo’s shower condiments. You angle your face upwards with a sigh falling from your lips; could this possibly get any weirder? 

You use Gojo’s shampoo which smells like mint and his body wash, lathering your body with it and taking your time. The shampoo going over the injury on your knee stings, making you flinch as you let the water wash over it. Once you’re done, you dry yourself and get dressed. Before you can put on the sweatpants though, there’s still blood running down your leg from the wound. You grab toilet paper and press against it. 

“Shit,” You say under your breath, the toilet paper did not seem to be enough to stop the bleeding. How badly did you hurt yourself? You begin to panic, even resorting to looking through Gojo’s cabinets to see if there are any band-aids anymore but no such luck. 

You crack open the door and yell out, “Hey Gojo?” 

It doesn’t take long for Gojo to appear, and he’s also changed; a shirt along with gray sweatpants. He has a bowl in his hand and is munching on something, “What’s up?” He asks and stops when he sees you in just his shirt and underwear. Thankful, the shirt is big enough that it stops right above your knees. 

Gojo chokes a bit but plays it off by stifling a cough, “Oh, shit,” His eyes go down to where you hold blood-stained toilet papers to your knee, “the first aid kit is downstairs, I’ll be right back!” He goes downstairs and you close the door, leaning against the wall. You close your eyes, sort of slumped over as your hand continues to hold down the toilet paper. 

You hear Gojo’s voice through the door, “I’ve got it!” 

“Thank you,” You open the door and it hits your forehead, making you almost fall back. “Ow!” You exclaim, and Gojo walks in, alarmed by the sound. 

“Are you okay?” Gojo frets, the action of him opening the door making you fall right onto your butt. “Oh, shit,” Gojo rushes down to you, his hands instinctively helping you sit up. You’re flooded with embarrassment, silent tears falling down your cheeks. You bring up your hand to your face, trying to play it off, but the tone of your voice says otherwise.

“I’m sorry,” Your voice cracks, “I’m usually not this klutzy, I promise.” 

“Is your head okay?” Gojo asks. 

“Yes, I’m fine,” You’re lying, your head is pounding. 

This time, Gojo apologizes, “Sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” You sniffle, and then add quietly, “I don’t know why I’ve been such a mess tonight.” 

Gojo already has a cotton pad pressed to your knee, “That’s what missing someone does to you,” He looks at you with a teasing smirk plastered on his lips, making you laugh in return. Gojo tells you to hold down onto the cotton pad as he takes out the supplies for your wound. This time, you let him do it for you, he works in silence; applying the ointment and then putting the band-aid over. You have your head leaned against the bathroom drawer, and the bathroom light reflecting against Gojo’s white hair makes you picture your hands running through them. You get a closer look at his eyelashes; it amuses you how even the hairs on them are white just like his hair. 

Gojo gives your knee a small pat, “All done!” He beams at his work and stands up, his two hands extended out to you. You take his hands and he helps you get back on your feet. Gojo sets the first aid kit into one of the cabinets in the bathroom drawers and throws out the scraps of the bandages that were used. 

You head downstairs after finishing up in the bathroom, and in no time, you’re underneath the blanket on the couch, hands underneath the pillow. Gojo turns off the lights for you and one last time asks you if you need anything. You tell him you’re all good and in no time, you’re asleep. Gojo sits in his room on the edge of his bed, going over in his head the events of the night the two of you just experienced. Despite Nanami’s request to have you sleep over at his place, he can’t help but feel that this event will bring up some sort of pressure between the three of you. He worries that he might be messing up his friendship with Nanami. Gojo has trouble sleeping for the rest of the night, he gets up later in the night to check up on you. He makes sure your chest goes up and down, seeing you wearing his clothes makes strange feelings prick at him. Gojo eventually decides the best thing to do for now is to sleep it off. 

[desertgremlin]

Nice, please let me know what you think when you start Succession. It's quite slow at the beginning but when shit pops off, it is so wild 🤣🤣🤣 And like, the funniest part is that no one is likeable. Like there are characters you will like, but at the end of the day, everyone is a piece of shit and no matter who you might root for, it's pointless lol.

And I also want to analyze Rhett. At first glance, characters like him and that look like him usually do not interest me at all. I'm quick to overlook them because they are either spoiled, arrogant, entitled, all three, or a bully. I would say the Tillerson boys align more with these descriptions, and that's probably because they are rich and white and blond and used to getting what they want in thr small town they live in. And Rhett doesn't seem to be any of those things, probably because he isn't rich and is trying really hard to be successul at bull riding and keep his family safe.

Like, he clearly is not perfect-he is very angry and is quick to lose himself in alcohol and I've seen other people on Tumblr say that he needs to work on his anger and drinking issues and I agree. But it's clear he cares about his family, he cares about Maria, and he is just trying to do the right thing. I love that he is flawed and he knows it, and he is just trying to live.

I loved the scene when he asks Maria out because I find it so funny when boys always try to flex their language skills and fail horribly. And I speak Spanish so I laughed at everything Maria said to him and he was just like, "Don't know what you said but I will do anything you ask of me." Like, he is very imperfect, but you can tell deep down he is loving and just wants to live in peace.

SORRY for the late reply!! I feel like I had the longest day of my life yesterday 😮‍💨😮‍💨

I love the contrast between the Abbott boys and the Tillersons. Like, Rhett is so low key in comparison and I like that about him. He's got grit and determination but the way he gets a little bashful sometimes, it's great. I feel for him because he does care about his family and has been so ride or die but for what! To get caught up in these crazy happenings that are bigger than him and that he doesn't even know about? Let him live!

Cecilia's probably my fave Abbott (her characterisation and how she's dealing with everything is just so interesting to me) but Rhett and Amy are up there as well. Jury's out on Perry even though I do feel bad for him with Rebecca disappearing and all that.

I ended up finishing the rest of the season today btw and whewww. Who wrote this show I just want to take a look inside their brain 😂

[renjunphile]

Far Away, So Far Away | Yoon Jeonghan

⇢ word count: 6.9k ⇢ pairing: svt's yoon jeonghan x female reader, slight svt's joshua hong x female reader ⇢ tags&warnings: college!au, best friends to lovers!au, coming of age!au ⇢ synopsis: cat plasters, blonde angels at the library, free pepero from the vending machine and café study breaks; medical school is not exactly how you thought it would be. enter your best friend's best friend from LA and it all goes to hell. ⇢ notes: some scenes are shorter than others and follows y/n through many years. i may or may not return with various scenes in a spinoff that explores other happenings in this time frame and beyond :) yes they are in medical school but that very much does not appear significantly in this story sorry about that hehe im a medical student tho so i wanted to feature it heheh

You meet Yoon Jeonghan on the first day of Medical Studies, thus your third year at university. You had just completed your two years of pre-medical education and was excited to start your degree properly. It was 9PM, yet the library was deserted. To be fair, why would anyone be at the library on the first day of the semester? You had been there since 6PM, furiously typing away to write up your lecture notes and then recapping on the previous year. You had only noticed him when you walked in, but his back was turned and all you saw was glossy medium-length blonde hair. You had thought the hair colour was bold for anyone, but you hadn't expected a skinny boy with sharp cheekbones.

"Excuse me?" his voice was high pitched and airy, "Do you have a band-aid?"

You were stunned to find that the boy who had been behind you, who rolled his chair closer to you, had an angelic face to match his angelic voice. It took you a few seconds to snap out of your trance.

"Oh, yes. I do. Are you ok?" you quickly scrambled through your bag, pulling out a pack of plasters with small cartoon cats, "Sorry, I only have these."

He held up his left hand, showing a small gash across the side of his index finger, "Just a paper cut, but they're the worst and I don't want to get anything in the cut. Thank you; they're cute."

You unpeeled the longest one you had and made the move to put it on his finger. In hindsight, it was probably a bit awkward for Jeonghan and you should have given him the plaster instead, but you weren't thinking straight because his whole demeanour was distracting you.

"I'm Jeonghan, by the way. 3rd year medical student or first year clinical. Are you a medical student too?"

Ah, that's right, you were in the library in the medical building, "Me too, 3rd year."

"No way! We should be friends," Jeonghan grinned, showing off a set of pearly white teeth, "You know people say to me that it's weird finding friends after first year, but I think that's ridiculous. I make friends every year of my life. You know, I only met my best friend Seungcheol last year."

"Choi Seungcheol? Who's resting face either looks like he's grimacing or wants to cry?"

"Oh, you know him? Yes, him. I'm gonna tell him you said that," Jeonghan laughed, and his laugh matched his aura.

"You don't even know my name. But he was in one of my sociology classes last year. Didn't speak to him a lot though. And what if i'm a really horrible person? Do you go around asking everyone to be your friend?"

He cocked his head in thought, "I mean yes, I kind of do and never actually properly befriend them, but I think you're probably a nice person."

"How do you know?" you furrowed your eyebrows at him.

"You gave me a plaster, for one. That's a nice act. Your plasters also have cats on them and your laptop wallpaper is cute," he winked, "You're cute too. But i'm not flirting."

Your cheeks heated up and you quickly closed the laptop screen behind you, "I'm Y/N."

"Well Y/N, do you come here often? I've never seen you around here."

You shrugged, "From time to time. Usually, I go to the floor above, but I felt like having a change today. And I like to go to cafés to study more."

"Well, i'm always here. I'll get your number if I see you again. That means we're destined to be friends," he got up and swept the things off his desk and switched the lamp off, "Go home soon and rest well, okay? Hope to see you again."

He sauntered away without another word and you were left with your mouth hanging open in intrigue. He was so open, which wasn't the case with most people you met. He seemed really nice and he just have a cloud of positivity around him. You also wished to see him again.

-

You were ashamed to admit that in the week after meeting the mystery that was Jeonghan, you were looking for him everywhere you went- in your lectures, in your walks to and from campus, in your nighttime library sessions- but he never appeared. You wondered if you actually made him up as a result of exhaustion and excess caffeine intake, because how hard would it be to spot a tall boy with platinum blonde hair in a crowd?

"Y/N," you heard the voice again Tuesday the following week in the same spot at the library, "Hi."

He sat in the cubicle next to you this time.

"Are you real?" you squinted at him, resisting the urge to swat your hand out to see if it would just go through him.

He burst out into laughter, "Excuse me? Am I real? I would hope so.

"I didn't see you in the full cohort lecture Wednesday morning and i'm really good at Where's Wally," you humphed.

He took out his laptop chuckling, "You were looking for me, huh? I overslept. Got Cheol to take the notes. Sorry for worrying you."

You scoffed and turned away, "I wasn't 'worried'. Just curious."

"Hmm, okay. Study well," he started typing on his laptop, and the clicking forced you to stop staring st his high cheekbones and fair skin and start doing your actual work.

It was earlier this time- only 6PM- but you had been there since 4PM already. You were planning to leave soon, do your grocery shop and probably waste the rest of your evening in bed, but you decided against it and continued typing on your essay due in a few weeks.

It was an hour later when Jeonghan spoke again.

"I'm going to get coffee from the vending machines. Do you want anything?" he asked you kindly. You had slowed down your work by this point, but more than anything you could have achieved at home.

"No thank you," you smiled, "I'll watch your stuff."

"But what if you're the one that steals?" he teased before walking away, "Be right back. Thanks."

You didn't want to be creepy by staring at his things, which only consisted of a closed macbook, a water bottle and a black rucksack under the desk, so you tried to focus on absolutely everything else. By the time he came back, you were staring outside, eyes focused on a light in the distance.

"I got you some Pepero. You had these on your desk last time," he offered out the cardboard box.

You shook your head, "Thank you, but I can't accept that. You're so nice. Have it for yourself."

He rolled his eyes, "Take it. You can offer me one if you really feel guilty but it was like less than 2000 won," he dropped it on your desk and sat back down.

"Are you sure this isn't a bribe for me to be your friend?" you joked, opening the box and tearing open the plastic.

"As if. I have tons of friends," he took a stick from the box you had presented out over to him.

"Humble, Jeonghan. Humble," you smiled, turning away, "Focus on your work. Thanks for the Pepero."

-

So Jeonghan did get your number and your social media. And so did all his friends apparently, because one by one, more and more people "followed by jeonghaniyoo_n" followed you too. With each boy, you would frantically DM the boy asking him what he had been telling them. Each time, he would just say that he just said he met a friend in the library.

Jeonghan got funnier and more chaotic the more time you spent with him. He would comment obscene things under your posts and upload the most unhinged stories on his socials. For the rest of the semester, you and Jeonghan would meet and cross paths in the library, sometimes planned and sometimes unplanned. If it was early enough, he would sometimes suggest a coffee or a drink in the café across the road when you left the library together. You studied, but you also found out a lot about Jeonghan considering he was so open.

You found out that he had about 10 times more friends than you and he seemed to somehow find time to spend with everyone even when the two of you would be at the library 3 or 4 times a week. You started meeting his friends two or three at a time. First, it was Seungcheol (who didn't recognise who you were and felt terrible that you knew you had a class together and he didn't) who came along to a library study session. To say the least, absolutely nothing got done in that hour and you were soon told off by the librarian for being so loud, after which you left (voluntarily). Next, Junhui and Minghao - 2 Chinese exchange students who both studied Dance. Jun was hilarious to you and Minghao was so captivating even with the little words he spoke. Jihoon and Soonyoung seemed total opposites when you bumped into them at the café, but Jeonghan told you that they were the best of friends. You had met Wonwoo, Seokmin and Mingyu just in passing when you saw Jeonghan in the halls of the medical building and decided to say hi. You got kicked out of the library for the 2nd time when Seungkwan, Vernon and Chan came to pick up Jeonghan for dinner and made so much chaos in the 5 minutes they were there that the librarian actually asked the group to leave. You joined them for dinner that night. You had only been told stories about Joshua, or Jisoo as they sometimes called him, but he was Jeonghan's best friend from 1st and 2nd year who was doing a year abroad in Los Angeles before starting his Medical studies.

Still, he did things that made you wonder how such a person like him exitsed. He would always get you a snack when he went to get coffee in the vending machines and squeeze your shoulders whenever you collapsed at your desk in frustration of the difficult content you were facing. They always said that 3rd year was the hardest.

Jeonghan was incredibly smart, but incredibly kind too. He would explain and re-explain content that you couldn't grasp and never look down at you for anything you didn't understand. He took notes for you when you couldn't be bothered to attend lectures and he brought you food for 3 days straight when you were down with the flu.

Over the year, your life changed and the boys began integrating themselves into your life. At one point, you even found yourself at lunches with his friends without you. Sure, you had friends before Jeonghan and you still do, but Jeonghan and his friends were so randomly welcoming to you and such great company that you started spending more and more time with them.

"Y/N. You're not even working," Jeonghan scowled, "Let's go to the café and work there."

He snapped you out of your trance and you began packing your things up, "Sorry. I was up late last night."

It was the end of the year and finals week. To say the least, no one had been getting sufficient sleep and you were ingesting copious amounts of coffee.

"Shua is coming back at the end of winter. End of February, I think. Just before the new year starts in March," Jeonghan said as you two strolled slowly to the café, "The group will be complete."

"I can't wait to meet him," you replied politely.

"Don't fall in love with him okay? You're my best friend!" he pouted, hanging onto your arm.

"Jeonghan! You've never said that about any of your other friends!" you exclaimed, laughing.

"But Joshua is handsome. And he's from LA. Has this whole cool vibe around him but he's actually a dork."

"Okay, you date him then."

"Just promise me!"

"I'm not going to date him, Jeonghan."

-

You met Joshua on his third day back to Korea when Jeonghan dragged you out to lunch with them. His Korean was rusty after a year back at home, but he spoke so softly but with so much excitement. He too was a medical student, but since he did the year abroad, he was an academic year behind you, Jeonghan and Seungcheol. He asked all about the year and all the exams and everything under the sun. Unsurprisingly, he too was great company and you put it down to Jeonghan being an amazing judge of character.

"Y/N?" Joshua hovered over you in the library in the second week of the new term, "Do you mind if I sit?"

You nodded enthusiastically and smiled at the boy, "How are you? How's it going so far?"

"I've done a week and a half of content and i'm already overwhelmed," he sighed, "I won't even ask you if it gets better because I know it doesn't. Have you seen Hannie today?"

You pondered, "No, I think he went home right after his classes today."

"Are you guys dating?"

You were taken aback by his abrupt question. You almost couldn't get your words out at the way you got flustered, "No. Not at all. He's my best friend and I'm one of his many. He would have told you if we were, right?"

"I don't know about that man sometimes," Joshua chuckled, "But okay, phew."

"Phew?" you raised your eyebrows.

"Phew," and then he turned away and began working.

-

Over your 4th year, Joshua and Seungcheol seemed to join your library sessions more and more often. Only the 3 of them were medical students in the group, so it made sense. Sometimes, Jeonghan got pouty about it since he wanted his alone time with you, his best friend outside that huge group (as much as he tried to convince you that you were part of that group, you weren't) and he liked the way the pair of you functioned in the year before. It was just routine to be together silently typing away slash crying in your little corner of the library.

You were at the library every day since you hated working in your apartment, but Jeonghan worked some evenings of the week. Soon, Joshua started turning up every day too, usually with coffee in hand for you or a snack. Soon, Joshua started to also do all the things Jeonghan had always done for you. Whenever Jeonghan would be working, Joshua would ask to go get dinner at the café across the road as a study break, and you never refused because you got hungry when studying.

It seemed as if Jeonghan never noticed and you never thought anything of it either since you were used to the treatment by Jeonghan, who never insinuated anything, so you thought it was all out of Joshua's kindness.

Joshua asked you out at the start of your 5th year, his 4th. You had noticed him get more and more forward at the end of the previous year, but you never thought too much of it. He was just being nice, right?

It was during a late night study session after hours had passed since Jeonghan and Seungcheol returned to their shared apartment. There was no one else at the library so late since it was again, the start of term, so it was just you and Joshua and bright lights illuminating rows and rows of pristine books.

"Hey, Y/N?" Joshua called over to you. You were falling in and out of sleep and his next question certainly woke you, "What do you think about going on a date? With me?"

A date? With Joshua? You had never considered it; well maybe once or twice whenever he'd do something flirty that Jeonghan had never dared to do, but you always dismissed the thoughts. You thought hard about it. Joshua was incredibly handsome and incredibly kind. He treated you often and you could hold a conversation. You were comfortable with Joshua, but were you comfortable in the same way as with Jeonghan? No- you had pushed those feelings away already that came up for Jeonghan every so often. You were allowed to explore. Besides, you were already 23 and never had a serious boyfriend nor had you tried dating as someone in their 20s often do ; those high school jerks didn't count.

Joshua looked at you with waiting eyes- hopeful eyes. You just couldn't say no.

-

"Han, can we talk?" you had encountered Jeonghan on his way into the library. He gave you a grin and hooked onto your arm as he changed his course to the café.

"Of course. I missed you! I haven't seen you in like 3 weeks! Work got so busy and I was always too tired to come to library," he pouted. You knew- he texted you everyday.

It had been 2 months since yours and Joshua's first date and he had taken you on 3 more since then.

"I have something to tell you," you treaded carefully. You didn't know how he would react but you hoped he would be happy for you.

His smile dropped, "What is it? You're making me nervous."

"I- um. Joshua asked me to be his girlfriend yesterday," you finally declared, your stomach turning in all directions.

His whole body stiffened as his arm fell from yours, "What?"

"We're- we're dating now. Officially," you clarified, "I ho-"

"I asked you not to date him. A year ago. You said you wouldn't," Jeonghan was looking at the floor, "Y/N?"

"It just happened, Han. He asked me on a date two months ago-"

"Two months ago? And you didn't tell me?" he spat, stepping away from you. You were metres away from the café, destined to never make it in, "What kind of a best friend are you?"

Your mouth dropped, "Jeonghan! I just wanted to see where it would go before I told you. And you were so busy with work-"

"It's my fault now?"

"No! Jeonghan, why are you acting this way?"

"What if you break up? And I have to choose between you? And you know I would choose you a million times over, but then I'd have to lose him," Jeonghan turned away from you. You hoped he wasn't crying.

"Han, don't think like that please. Are you made at me? I thought you'd be happy for me."

"I'm happy for you, Y/N, but I can't believe you both kept this from me."

He started increasing the distance between the two of you, still with his back turned.

"Han, I love you. You're my best friend. I don't want to lose you over this."

"I love you too, and that's why this is so much worse."

"Han-"

And then he walked away.

-

Joshua was the perfect first (real) boyfriend. He took you on dates, he called you beautiful, he supported you when you were struggling and he never did anything wrong. He always made you smile and blush and you really just couldn't fault him.

Jeonghan stopped appearing at the library. He did once, a week after you told him. You were even alone with seats around you, but he walked past you and put his headphones in. You wished that you had the courage to approach him and beg him to speak to you again, but you couldn't bring yourself to.

Four months after you told Jeonghan, Joshua had told you that Jeonghan stopped coming to things, or that he'd give excuses or cancel last minute. You had even called Seungcheol, but he softly asked you to not call about Jeonghan again before you could even say anything.

Six months after you lost your best friend, Joshua only attended every other meet up with the boys, because he knew Jeonghan wouldn't attend if he did.

You had asked him one day, cuddled into his chest if dating you was worth it to lost his best friend.

"But I got you," he rubbed the pad of his thumb on your cheek and pushed the hair back behind you ears, leaning in for a soft kiss, "Han will come around eventually."

You closed your eyes and burrowed yourself closer, "Did you ever talk to Jeonghan? After I told him?"

"I did," Joshua admitted softly, "He said the same things to me."

"Yeah? I hope he comes around for the sake of you and the boys," you mumbled against his hoodie. Inside, you just wanted your best friend back.

-

5th year crawled by slowly and felt more lonely than usual even though you had Joshua by your side. You got even closer with the friends you had before Jeonghan and you threw yourself into work. Somehow, in 6th year, you stopped seeing Jeonghan around, but that was probably because you got allocated to different hospitals to do your rotations in. He was probably enjoying his time away from you on the other side of the city.

"So," you began.

"No. Y/N, let's just be normal friends and talk about medical things like the medical students do," Seungcheol groaned from across you, grasping his steaming coffee mug in the middle of the hospital cafeteria.

"I wanna know how he is, Cheol," you pleaded, "He doesn't answer any of my messages and it's almost been a year! Cheol, I thought he'd be angry for like 2 months."

"You hurt him, Y/N. Both of you did. It felt like you betrayed him, even if that wasn't your intention."

You sighed and placed your head in your hands, "I just don't understand why, Seungcheol. I thought he'd get over it and be happy that his two best friends got along and were dating. I would never have excluded him or anything. I never cancelled any plans with Jeonghan for Joshua when me and Joshua were going on dates and hanging out. Just because I had a boyfriend didn't mean he couldn't be my best friend anymore."

Seungcheol's bleep started vibrating and he sighed deeply at his still half-full mug, "Joshua started doing things for you that Jeonghan had always done right? Think about that. See you at the wards, gotta take this."

Seungcheol's words plagued you for months after. You were confused by what he meant. Did he mean Jeonghan liked you? Or Jeonghan was hurt that Joshua would be replacing him? Even still, you knew that Jeonghan couldn't have liked you. He was so straight forward with everything else so if he did, he would have at the very least shown it.

You had just celebrated your one year anniversary with Joshua and you felt like you were happier than ever, but it always just felt like something was missing from your life. You guessed that Jeonghan's departure had a bigger impact on you that you thought.

-

Halfway through 6th year, you were coming to the end of the semester and preparing for end of semester exams again. You found yourself spending more and more time at the library and in your little corner of the school. Joshua had texted you that he would be going out to dinner with some of the people that he did clinical rotations with and Seungcheol was too tired after your own rotations at the hospital in West Seoul.

You mindlessly took a seat, leaving an empty seat between you and the next person. When you turned you head, you were shocked to find Jeonghan, head tilted down and headphones in.

Mouth agape, you almost scrambled up to leave before he noticed you, but he did.

"Y/N?"

You grinned awkwardly at the boy, "Jeonghan! You changed your hair!"

His hands reached up and fumbled with the short,  dark strands, "Yeah, I guess I did."

You liked the blonde on him, but his dark hair suited him in the same way; it was just different to the Jeonghan you knew.

"How's rotations?" you asked, not wanting to cut the conversation despite his eyes practically begging you to.

"Um, it's okay. Just how rotations are. Cheol says you have a good hospital," he replied. It hurt that he wasn't speaking to you in his normal, enthusiastic voice. He seemed diminished, or dimmed around you.

"Yeah, it's good," you gave him a tight lip smile.

"I- um. Happy birthday, by the way. For yesterday?" he offered, "I saw a video of Shua, Jihoon, Seungkwan and Seokmin performing that song. 20?"

Your heart melted at the fact he remembered. Or at least was kind of enough to greet you. You had spent the previous night at a swanky bar surrounded by all your friends.

"Thanks, Jeonghan. I wish you came."

-

From: Yoon Jeonghan | 3:00 AM

Y/N!

From: Y/N | 3:01 AM

Jeonghan? Why are you still awake? Are you okay?

From: Yoon Jeonghan | 3:05 AM

You kndow thayt song that youir boyfriend perfordmed for your birtday 2 months afgo

From: Y/N | 3:06 AM

Are you drunk?

[Call incoming from Yoon Jeonghan. Decline / Accept]

"Y/N. I'm drunk. I got drunk because we went out but I got sad."

"Jeonghan, why are you texting me?"

"Jihoon is a traitor. I hate him now too. And Seungkwan and Seokmin."

"Why? Over the song?"

"I wrote that song Y/N. Not Shua. Not even Jihoon. Not even the other two."

"You did?"

"At the end of our 4th year for Jihoon's final year project. It's mine, Y/N. It's mine."

"I'm sorry, Han. I didn't know."

"Don't call me that. I wrote that song. For you."

[The phone makes a noise to signal the phone being hung up.]

-

"What's wrong?" Joshua traced circles with his thumb onto your skin as he held your hand. It was the vacation after the end of the year and Joshua was leaving for Los Angeles the day after.

"You know the song you guys performed at my birthday 3 months ago?"

"Yeah?" Joshua visibly retracted from you and pulled his hand away, sensing your mood.

"Jeonghan called me drunk last month and he told me th-"

"That he wrote it about you?"

"You knew?" you sat up, "And you still made me think it was yours? Or Jihoon's? And you dedicated it to me knowing Jeonghan wrote it?"

"Y/N, why are you upset? Jeonghan never gave you the song, so why would I waste it?"

"Joshua, you knew that Jeonghan liked me?"

"Everyone did, Y/N. It was so obvious," Joshua scoffed, rolling his eyes, which infuriated you.

"And you still chose to ask me out? Without asking him first?" you gawked, standing up to leave.

"He never confessed to you. It's his fault for not confessing after 2 years, Y/N. Besides, would that have changed your mind?"

Your silence told him everything.

Joshua sighed, "I knew I could never be your Jeonghan no matter how much I tried. I love you, you know?"

"I need some time, Joshua."

"Are you breaking up with me? Over a song? Over Jeonghan? Seriously?"

"I'll see you after you get back from LA."

-

"I heard that you and Shua broke up," Seungcheol began warily. The two of you were at a coffee shop, catching up after Christmas, two days before your graduation.

"From where?"

"Shua."

"Ah. Yeah. Just issues about um, plagiarism?"

Seungcheol stifled a laugh unsuccessfully, "Plagiarism? Did he steal your work from your previous year and pass it as his own?"

"He sang the song Jeonghan wrote for me on my birthday and he knew Jeonghan wrote it about me," you sighed, "Why did everyone know apart from me?"

"I don't know Y/N. We all thought you were in love with him too and then you suddenly started dating Joshua," Seungcheol shrugged.

"In love?"

"You'll have to ask Jeonghan about that."

-

"Congratulations," Jeonghan approached you, flowers in hand, "For you."

"For me?" you gawked at the gorgeous bouquet of your favourite flowers, "Thanks Han. You too."

"You're coming to lunch right? With everyone?"

You paused, "I don't know Han. I don't wanna ruin your-"

"You should come. I want you to come," he gave you a small smile.

"Best friends! We did it!" Seungcheol was hyper as he swung an arm around each of you and pulled you in tight, "Eomma! Take a picture!"

You and Jeonghan were groaning in secret delight and mid-grin, you caught Jeonghan's eyes that softened.

"Jeonghan, you better smile or I swear to God- cheese!"

Seungcheol's mother indicated she topped taking pictures and continued talking to Jeonghan's parents.

"Y/N, are you coming to-"

"She is," Jeonghan interrupted, "Let's get these robes off and get going. Jihoon's and Wonwoo's cars just left. Is Shua here, Y/N?"

"No, he's still in Los Angeles." He had texted you congratulations that morning though.

"He didn't come for your graduation?" Jeonghan's eyes were wide as if he were offended.

"We broke up a couple of months ago."

"You did? Oh."

Seungcheol grinned awkwardly between the two of you.

-

"Happy first day of residency, Dr. Y/L/N," Jeonghan breathed next to you, looking up at the looming hospital building the same way you are.

"You too, Dr. Yoon," you mumbled, "I can't do this. They're going to shout at me. I don't know anything."

Jeonghan chuckled, shoving a disposable coffee cup in your cold hands, "6 years of medical school for you to doubt yourself? C'mon, Y/N. Let's go inside. Lunch together, yes?"

It was by pure luck slash fate that you and Jeonghan were allocated the same hospital in Seoul to complete your residencies at. Unfortunately, Seungcheol was an hour commute away just outside of Seoul, but still lived with Jeonghan in their bachelor's pad.

The two of you joined the group of junior doctors awkwardly hanging around in the foyer. Eventually, you were given an introductory talk and sent off into separate wards to begin your training. Jeonghan was separated from you, as suspected, but you were told everyone would be given the same lunch slot.

Since it was the first day, the staff took it easy on you and arranged the day to mostly be about getting to know your surroundings and the actual processes for the ward. There were a few other older residents who gave you advice (don't even dream of nice, long sleeps and make sure you have a big water bottle) and consultants who greeted you warmly.

"I think my consultant hates me already," Jeonghan slammed his tray on the table, causing it to shake.

"It's the first day, Jeonghan. What have you done?" You knew the boy could cause quite a ruckus due to his incredibly big brain but incredibly snarky tone and large pride.

"It wasn't my fault! I just said that the paracetamol brand he described wasn't in regular use anymore after a study done last year. It's not my fault these old hags can't keep up with their fields!"

You looked around to see if anyone heard you, "Jeonghan! Don't say that around here. You probably said it in your mean tone so lay off it for a while okay? We're bottom of the barrel here."

Jeonghan groaned deeply and started stabbing into his food, "Maybe i'm going to die, Y/N. Before we even date."

You punched his arm and turned away as your cheeks heated up, "Who says we're gonna do that?"

"Me. I said," he huffed, "Just wait."

-

A month into residency, you begin having lunch with the other residents. You and Jeonghan were the only ones who came from your university and the others all didn't know each other either. They all seemed to be nice, except a little problem you liked to call: Jeonghan's insane ability to attract crushes on him wherever he went. Enter Yoona, a Yonsei graduate with gorgeous, long black hair that whipped back and forth in a pony tail as she strutted wherever she went. The worst part is, she just wasn't that bad of a person. So, when Yoona started sitting next to Jeonghan at lunch and asking about his day and giving him coffee, you felt guilty feeling jealous.

You and Jeonghan hadn't said anything about your relationship ever since you and Joshua broke up. Sure, you started hanging out more after graduation and yes he'd buy you coffee and snacks and go grocery shopping with you and invite you to cafés or to go shopping and was sending you memes and texting you every day. But he never said if he liked you.

To be fair, when he was drunk, he only said that he wrote that song for you in 4th year. He liked you in 3rd and 4th year. He never said anything about now.

"Y/N," Yoona caught up to you in the corridor one day after lunch, "You've known Jeonghan for a while now, right?"

"Yes, we went to SNU together."

"Do you know him well? Do you know if he has a girlfriend?"

You grimaced as you shook your head, "Nope. He doesn't."

Her eyes lit up, "Really? Okay. Don't tell him I asked. Gotta run." Her pager began beeping as she started running, "Thanks Y/N! Bye."

You hadn't intended to say anything to Jeonghan at all, until he encountered you also in the corridor two days later.

"Yoona just asked for my number," he deadpanned with glaring eyes, "Because you said that I don't have a girlfriend."

"You don't. Yoona is gorgeous and smart. You'd look great together."

"You're impossible," he rolled his eyes and stomped away, "Dinner at our flat. Cheol is cooking."

"Should I invite Yoona?" you called out teasingly after him, to which he flipped you off.

-

"Yoona asked me out on a date," Jeonghan mentioned casually as the two of you walked up to his apartment 3 weeks later.

"Did you say yes?" you hummed as if you weren't that interested. You were.

"No, i'm not interested in dating at the moment," he said.

"Oh?"

"I'm not interested in dating her," he clarified, "We should go on a date soon."

You laughed, "That's not the way to ask a girl, Yoon Jeonghan."

He rolled his eyes at you, "Do you want to go on a date with me, Y/N?"

"Say it like you mean it."

"Stop torturing me. You know I hate this."

"Yeah, I enjoy it," you smirked, "Jihoon gave me a copy of that song you know? Of just you singing it."

"Oh yeah? Did you like it? I'm sure their voices were better than mine when they performed it at your party."

You had reached the front door, but before Jeonghan could unlock it, you grabbed his arm and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, "I really loved it. You should sing it for me some day."

-

Jeonghan's arms were wrapped around you tightly as you cuddled on his couch. Seungcheol had groaned at the sight of the two of you when he returned from the hospital and stomped into his room, pointedly slamming the door on his way. An episode of Friends was playing on the TV, but neither of you had been paying attention.

Jeonghan had taken you out on the most tranquil and beautiful first date the day before at a flower field just outside of Seoul for the morning. He then paid for your lunch at the farm kitchen and took you for an afternoon coffee at the café you used to frequent across the street from the library. By the end of it, the both of you were staring up at the third floor of the building across the street, reminiscing each memory you had in your little corner of the library.

He placed a kiss on your forehead to snap you out of your trance, "What are you thinking about?"

"University," you hummed, "A good time."

"Not so good for me when I had to spend 2 years away from my best friend," he huffed, glaring at you, "Did you ever like me though? At all?"

"Mhm, loads. When we first met, when you took care of me when I was sick, when we did that road trip in the summer, when we had that snowball fight on campus, when-"

"Why did you never tell me?"

"I wasn't going to tell someone I thought didn't like me that. I just thought you were really nice and treated everyone else the same. Why didn't you tell me?" You countered.

"Have you ever seen me buy coffee for Cheol? No. You haven't," Jeonghan replied, "I liked you so much and I was going to give you the song at the start of 5th year, then you told me you were dating Shua."

"I know. I'm sorry. Miscommunication lost us 2 years," you sighed, "Speaking of, Shua needs help with the KLME and he asked for help. Have you spoken to him recently?"

"Mhm, unlike him, I had the courtesy to ask if it was okay if I took you on a date," Jeonghan nodded, "Except you were mine first."

"No I wasn't," you rolled your eyes.

"Yes you were," he argued.

"I'm still not yours," you pointed out.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"Nuh-uh, I told you. You have to say it."

"No!" Jeonghan groaned, "Stop torturing me!"

"Say it. No, sing it."

"Fine. I hate you," he huffed, but kissed your forehead before he started singing, "I wanna be your morning baby. From now on, be alright. Spend it together, morning baby; I want you to be my night. Everything you think of will become all of me. Look at me and be my lady. You're my twenties."

You grinned at his divine vocals and nodded furiously, reaching up and connecting your lips to his for the first time.

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MID CREDIT SCENE

3RD YEAR

"Absolutely not," Jeonghan fumed as he saw your figure that tried to recoil away as you saw him approaching, "Absolutely freaking not."

"Han! I need to study! Leave me alone," you whined, closing your laptop as you knew you weren't getting out of this. You got a good hour of work done anyway.

"It's your birthday," he emphasised and tugged on your arm, "C'mon, let's go to the café. I got you a cake," he held up the small box he carried by the ribbon.

You rolled your eyes and bit back a smile. It was your 21st birthday and you had planned to celebrate with your friends for dinner at your flat, but you thought you could try to sneak in a few hours of work before the party. Jeonghan had realised this when you said you'd just meet him later at the party instead of get lunch with him.

"I can't believe you went all the way across campus," you muttered, hooking your arm along with his, "We're celebrating later anyway."

"But I want to celebrate with you alone too," he pouted, "Because you're my best friend."

"Seungcheol is your best friend."

"No, you're my best friend too," he kissed your cheek as you exited the elevator. The poor woman coming in must have wondered why you were the colour of a tomato.

Sitting down at the café and served with free drinks from Chan, who had got a job there, Jeonghan revealed the cake. It was just a small lunchbox cake but in your favourite shade of pink, rose quartz. There were small little white flowers and clouds dotted around, along with thick, chunky icing reading "hbd bestie. ily<3". There was a small angel drawing at the top, resembling what you always called him, and a cat to represent your cat plasters.

"Do you like it?" Jeonghan grinned.

"It's cute. I love it," you returned the smile and pinched his cheeks, "Thank you, Han. You're an angel."

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POST CREDITS SCENE

5TH YEAR

"Jeonghan? Are you crying? I thought you were going to the library with Y/N?"

Jeonghan cried all the way home. Like a baby.

"I hate him, Cheol. He betrayed me."

"Who did?"

"Shua and Y/N are dating," Jeonghan spat out and collapsed face down into the couch, still crying.

Seungcheol's eyes widened and he raced to the boy, patting his back, "Shua knows you like Y/N. Why would he do that? I'm sorry Han. Maybe if you tell her how you feel-"

"No. Why would she agree to date Joshua if she liked me? I'm never talking to her again."

"Jeonghan, don't be rash. She's your best friend."

"She betrayed me," he cried out, at the verge of wailing at this point.

"She doesn't know how you feel, Han," Cheol tried to comfort the sobbing boy softly.

"But it's so obvious. She's the only one I buy Pepero for," Jeonghan sniffled, "What if I beat up Shua?"

"No, Jeonghan. You can't do that."

"I'm going to jump Joshua Hong."

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YOON JEONGHAN WILL BE BACK (maybe)

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I'm not Mad

A/n: Hello, My 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! I'm back after 5 days? Of being away. Also, I know this pic is from "Defending Jacob" but this was the best I could find. (Totally not because I'm lazy to find another one.)

Chris Evans x Boyfriend reader

Warnings: passionate smut?, no kinks, and fluff

Requested from @nighthunter241

They requested: Male reader is at work while his boyfriend Chris is at the infinity war premiere (their relationship is a secret, so he did not go). While at work he hears some of the other workers talking about how Chris accidentally announced him having a boyfriend. After some days have passed, Chris goes back home and talks to the male reader apologizing about how he exposed the relationship (thinking the male reader was angry with him) But the male reader is relieved that he does not have to be a secret anymore. They celebrate by having a dinner date which ends with the two having a steamy moment (smut).

M/n: Male name

Word count: 2534

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You were currently at work just doing serving the masses. Everything was going amazing but early a Karen decided to make a fuss.

Flashback

You were just minding your own business, helping some employees until out of the corner of your eyes. You see a woman, who looked like she was in her mid-30s, with blonde hair pushed to the side with some strands on the other side, and wearing sunglasses.

She was yelling and screaming at the poor woman. It looked like the young lady was going to start crying. She was causing a scene, everyone was just pretending like they weren't seeing or hearing anything. Only giving a few glances and some were recording.

"How about you go back to Mexico!" now that's where you cross the line. Well, you crossed the line a long time ago.

"Ma'am, that is highly offensive, and I suggest you leave immediately!" you butted in.

"NO! I won't leave until I have the manager!" She yelled at you, even though you told her to leave in a calm voice.

"I. Am. The. Manager!" You said in a slow tone. Your left eye was twitching and the smile you were giving was twitching. You were this close to losing it.

"Well, sir, this damn immigrant fucked up my food!" you just looked at her like "really?" She was mad over that?! "Okay, ma'am, you could've just ask instead of throwing an adult tantrum."

Her face looked like she was offended. Then she went back to yelling and screaming. "Listen here! I gonna have to ask you to leave or I'm calling the police."

She just screams and screams, annoying the over customers who have to sit through this whole problem. Then she yelled, "He hit me! Stop hitting me!" She said that while she reaching behind the counter to hit ME.

"Y'all are seeing this right? I'm not evening hitting you! My hands are right here!" You just lost but thankfully the police arrived and escorted her out.

"Finally that woman is gone."

(Don't be a Karen, if you don't know what a Karen is then look it up.)

Flashback over.

But other than that, your day was going amazing. Especially since your boyfriend, the famous, Chris Evans was coming back home after the Infinity War premiere. Yes, you were dating the one and one Chris Evans.

You were still at work on your break until you overhear one of your employees. "Really?" "Yeah, apparently Chris Evans has a boyfriend!" two girls were chatting and looking at the other's phone. "Lucky to whoever is dating him! He is literally daddy material."

"Yeah, but they must be cute together! I wonder who it could be?" the two girls began to squeal. They didn't know that their own boss was dating Chris.

Now, you didn't know that he leaked your guy's relationship but you're not mad at him. You're actually relieved and happy that it's not a secret anymore.

All you could do was wait for his return.

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Time Skip (2 days)

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Chris was driving his way to yours and his place. Yes, you and he live together. Many thoughts were running through his head. 'What if he leaves me? What if he's mad at me? Will he still be with me?'

Chris just couldn't stop thinking all about the negative thoughts. He knew you wanted to keep your guy's relationship a secret but he accidentally let it slip.

Flashback.

"So, Chris- do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend? Or are you in a relationship?" someone asked.

Chris wasn't thinking properly and accidentally said, "Yes, I do have a boyfriend-" Chris stopped himself but it was too late. His eyes widen but tried to play it off.

Everyone was now talking. It was at that moment Chris knew, he fucked up.

Flashback over.

Chris finally arrived at yours and his place. He approached the door and took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell.

You were sitting on the couch just minding your business watching videos on YouTube until the doorbell rings.

'Chris is here!' you yelled in your mind excited to see your boyfriend. He finally arrived from the Infinity War Premiere.

Once you opened the door, you were immediately engulfed by two large hands and the sounds of Chris crying? He held you tight until he spoke.

"Please don't leave me M/n! I didn't mean to say that! I know you wanted to keep it a secret but- I just-..." Chris said crying his face off. You looked at him confused until you remembered what he meant.

"Please don't break up with me! I'll take you out to dinn-" You cut him off there.

"I'm not mad Chris. I'm actually glad that you told everyone." You said in a soft voice as you wrapped your arms around his neck calming him down a little.

"So, you're not mad?" you shake your head no. "Can I still take you out?" you rolled eyes and smiled, "Whatever makes you happy."

You and Chris just ended up cuddling on the couch for the next 4 hours. Chris was scheduling your guy's date at someplace. You hoped it wasn't any of those places cause their food is awful and tastes horrible.

You were cuddling into Chris's warm muscular arm as it was wrapped around your waist. "Hey, baby?" You hear him call out to you. "Yes?" You responded rubbing your head against his muscular arms. Chris smiled at you before speaking.

"Well... I found this place- and don't worry it ain't fancy- So, how about we go?" Chris said scratching the back of his head. You smiled at your nervous boyfriend. "Yes, you lughead."

"Alright, let's get ready." you nodded your head as you got up from your position to get ready. "Oh, and try to be cautious about the paparazzi. Everyone now knows about our relationship."

You nodded your head understanding what he meant. the Paparazzi can be a pain in the ass. bombarding celebrities with cameras and annoying the shit out of them.

After about 30 minutes you both were ready for dinner. Chris also had something else in store for you when got home.

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Time skip (end of your dinner date)

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Everything was going amazing besides the bombardment of the paparazzi, questioning us about our relationship.

Once we got home, Chris said he had one more thing to show you. You wondered what it could be.

"So babe, I know you're not mad about me telling everyone about our relationship but I want to give you the ultimate apology," Chris said while snaking his arm around you.

"Oh? And what's this ultimate apology?" You replied knowing what he meant.

(Disclaimer: I'm not good with writing passionate smut. Message me if this is good.)

"Oh, you'll see baby," Chris said before latching his lips against yours. You kissed him back while wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him closer.

You opened your mouth to allow him to have access to your wet cavern. Your tongues fought for dominance with Chris winning. He explored every nook and cranny of your mouth.

Chris pulled back."How about we take this to the room?" "Yes!" Chris smirked before gesturing for you to jump. "Jump baby."

You complied wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. Chris grabbed your plump ass for more support. But also because he just wanted to touch it.

He carried you to the room still making out. Once there, he sat on the bed with it sinking under his weight. Chris began to move his hands up and down your sides as the kiss was getting more intense.

(Chris is sitting down, with you on his lap.)

You pulled back with a strand of saliva connecting your mouths. You both took deep breaths before you slowly began to undress Chris. Chris did the same.

"You're so hot." You said, kissing down his neck leaving love bites. Chris groaned as a response. You got up and removed pants and boxers hopped back onto Chris's lap.

Your hard cock slapped your stomach as you hopped back onto his lap. This time it was Chris's turn to leave marks on your smooth skin. "You're so soft..." Chris said with his face buried in your neck leaving his love bites on you.

You whine as Chris pulled back before latching his lips back onto you. You pushed him back onto the bed and began to lick his erected bubs.

You moved your hand across his chiseled abs and massage his left pec. You traced your tongue down to his abs, leaving behind a trail of slick down to his lower part.

You have gotten to one of the best parts of Chris's body. His crotch area. You removed Chris's pants to reveal a large bulge. You licked your lips as you removed his underwear.

Chris's cock slapped his stomach after you removed it. You held his 8-inch cock in your hand. You could feel the heat radiant from it and thick heavy meat.

You gave your lips one final lick before stuffing your mouth with his meaty cock. Chris lost his breath and threw his head back as you took him whole.

Chris liked your wet and warm mouth. He felt like he was going to cum right then and there but he held himself back. You lick his sides and swirling your tongue around his fat tip.

You could taste his delicious and creamy pre-cum. You could feel his cock pulse and twitch meaning that he was close.

"Now, Chris, don't cum now or that will ruin the fun! We haven't even gotten to the best part!" You exclaimed pulling away from his cock. Chris just chuckled, "Sorry, your mouth was just too good."

You smiled at Chris before laying down with your ass pointing towards him. Chris immediately got the gesture and approached you.

Chris wet three fingers with his saliva and traced them around your tight muscle ring. You whimpered as you felt one go in. The first finger was to find your sweet spot.

After moving it around for about a minute you felt shocked run through your veins. "That's where it is," Chris muttered to himself. Then you felt a second finger go in.

Chris was stretching you out properly cause he doesn't want to hurt you. Your small moans were muffled by the pillow you were holding tightly.

Chris noticed, "Am I hurting you? Do you want me to stop?" Chris asked. "N-no... I'm fine. Please... continue." Chris nodded his head before pulling his fingers out.

Chris then placed his cock on one of your cheeks. "Tell me if it hurts. Okay? I don't want to hurt you." You nodded your head in response. This was it, you finally losing your virginity.

You could feel the tip move past the ring as it pushed deeper then it stopped. "Is it you hurting?" You shake your head no. "N-no... it doesn't hurt. C-continue."

Chris nodded his head before pushing deeper into you. His cock was now fully into you, it was touching your sweet spot. Your cock was twitching at the pleasure even though he didn't start thrusting.

He let you adjust yourself to his large size. He's going to wait until your truly prepared. After about 5 minutes you felt ready.

"You... c-can start to move now." You said whimpering and whining a little. Chris nodded and began to thrust. He started off by giving small thrusts but he already was kissing your sweet spot making you moan.

Chris gave more small thrust, waiting for him to go faster. "P-please go faster..." You begged Chris wanting to feel him more. "Are you sure, I don't-"

"Stop it. I can take it... probably" You muttered the last part. Chris sighed and did what you want. His thrusts then began to go faster. His cock repeatedly began to hit your sweet spot.

Your plump ass was tightening around him as he pushed deeper into your warm love hole. "F-feels... so... g-good." You now know what it's like to have sex after your friends talked about how they had sex.

Your cock began to twitch wanting to release a hard load. You could feel Chris's cock pulse and twitch inside. "I'm... c-close." "Me too," Chris responded, throwing his head back as you tighten around him.

"Let's cum together." You nodded your head. Chris began to go faster, hitting your sweet spot over and over. And you began to tighten around him as his thrusts began to go faster.

The room was getting foggier. Sounds of skin slapping, moaning, and groaning were heard too. You and Chris reached the end.

"I'M CUMMING!" You both yelled at the same time. Your cock busted all over the sheets while you could feel Chris's hot cum fill you up. Painting your wet walls with his paint.

Chris pulled out to see some of his cum pouring out and your twitching and doing a grabbing motion. You never felt so empty before.

You two sat there regaining your breath. Chris laid down and soon you followed. You got up from your position and cuddled into Chris's strong arms.

You laid your head onto his pecs while his arm moved to enclose. It was comfortable laying on him. "I love you, Chris." You said kissing him forehead.

"I love you too, M/n. I'm glad you're not mad at me." Chris replied, planting a kiss on your forehead before falling asleep.

You both laid there snuggling into each other's hold.

THE END

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ANNOUNCEMENT 1: Request is now opened and I will be changing the capacity of requests. 3 requests to 8 requests.

ANNOUNCEMENT 2: I would like to say, thank you! Thank you to all of you. I reached 200 followers, I thought I would never reach this. I guess this could be a 200 follower special?

A/n: Again thank you all. Bye my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓 see you next time

[bestruction]

Getting high with them for the first time

N/A: If you do drugs do it safely

My masterlist

- Eren Jaeger

He's not the type of guy who pressured you to use, let alone say you're immature or coward for it. When you decide to try it, it's genuinely your idea, and who better than your boyfriend to teach?

That's how you end up in his room, with the door and windows lock to make sure the smell doesn't catch his parent's attention. You sat on the carpet while he carefully rolls the joint so that the cigarette holder doesn't fall.

“Tighten your lips like this and take a deep breath through your mouth” He took a short drag before releasing the smoke “But not too long since this is your first time your throat is not used to the smoke”

You nod and accept the cigarette doing as he said. You feel the smoke warm your mouth, watch it hoover before your eyes after blowing and wait for...Nothing. No different sensation, no tingling, literally nothing.

"I don't think it worked"

“It is not like a switch. Wait a minute, babe ”

You talk a little about the day-to-day of the two and then go to play something new that he had bought. After a few games and a few more huffs, you still don't feel any difference or anything. You even try to hold the smoke in your mouth for a longer time, which results in you coughing incessantly and Eren laughing in your face. Hearing him laugh has always been one of your favorite things. The way he bends his body and laughs out loud without shame until he blushes always makes you laugh together with him, like now.

You laugh, laugh until your body asks for air and needs to alternate between laughter and breathing. You feel calm, relax as if you had lifted a weight off your shoulders. You lay on the carpet feeling the softness of the fabric against your skin ... Was it always that soft? So silky? So comfortable? You close your eyes and rub your hand over the texture, and then the smell of Eren's citric perfume invades your nose. When you opened your eyes, jade eyes were watching you closely.

"I think it has taken effect now, huh?" He says stroking your hair. "Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?" He asks, getting on top of you.

"A few times"

“Then I’m going to tell you again: you’re beautiful” he kisses your lips “So damn beautiful” He kisses your chin “Every single part of you” And now your jaw.

You two spent the afternoon making out on the floor and praising each other. Not because you were high, I mean, not only, but because being so sensitive brought it even more evident how much you wanted each other.

- Levi Ackerman

You had a horrible week. It seemed that everything that could go wrong over the course of seven days had made a point of happening even worse than you imagined. When you got home even after taking a long hot shower and lying in bed, you're unable to relax.

"If you keep turning from side to side, I won't sleep either" Murmured Levi.

"I know. Sorry"

"I'm not complaining. Come here" He pulls you to lie on his chest "Better?"

"A little bit"

"Just a little bit?" He smiles softly "You can try what I do when I get like this"

"Do you mean the mushrooms?"

"If you want to"

You two get out of bed and go to the kitchen. He takes a clear plastic bag from the fridge and places it in front of you. Levi is not the type of guy who gets high all the time. It's more like an escape for when his stress is too high, like yours. He already used it when you met him, and even if you didn't, you never saw a problem with it.

"Just it?"

"I can make tea if you prefer"

"Why don't you use weed like everyone else?"

"Too much work. To roll, check for purity. With mushrooms, I just need to buy and chew them ”

"Well, bon appetit"

You two eat the frozen mushrooms. The taste is not so bad, but it is not a good thing and the smell reminds you of something that had been removed from the forest, which makes sense. Levi suggests that you lie down on the sofa in the living room to watch a movie. There was no need to worry about tomorrow as it would be a day off for both of you.

Lying on Levi's lap and watching the TV, the colors start to shine before your eyes. You didn't remember the white wall looking so vivid, or the pixels on the TV seeming to slow down when you focused on a specific point. It was your house, but it didn't look real. You felt inside a peaceful dream, and inside that dream, you fell asleep forgetting about your nightmare week.

- Armin Arlert

It's your idea. It's Mikasa's birthday party, and Connie had taken some ecstasy pills from whoever wants to use them. So you take two, drag your boyfriend to the bathroom and lock the door.

"You don't have to do it with me if you don't want to, Armin"

"I'm curious too," He says, staring at the little pink pills on your hand.

Armin swallows one, and you do the same after him.

Armin swallows one, and you do the same after him. You want the experience to be as safe as possible. Then both sit in the bathtub and wait for the effect while talking. About half an hour later, you notice how dilated are the pupils of the blond in front of you. Your hearing is a little muffled, and you feel happy and light for no apparent reason. A slight tingle comes and goes through your body, like a wave spreading that sensation across your skin.

You go over to Armin and sit on his lap. He smiles at you, and more than ever, you want to kiss him until you're out of breath, and he's not different from you.

Armin takes your hand between his and brings it to his mouth. He spreads small, short kisses on your hand. You focus on the feeling of his lips running over your skin. You are so damn sensitive even his breathing makes you shiver.

As if a magnetic force pulls you both, you two kiss, letting that soft cloud of pleasure envelop you both. When Armin presses you against his body, deepening the kiss and tasting your mouth, you want to break the laws of physics and be able to occupy the same place as him. You want to become one with him.

And the two of you may not be able to do it, but you certainly tried A LOT in that bathroom.

- Jean Kirstein

Jean is handsome, tall, friendly, and intelligent. So when he starts to be invited to every possible party in college, you’re not surprised. You two have been dating since high school, and you don't feel jealous if he goes to parties alone but he always finds a way to convince you to accompany him with some excuse. Like,  that it would be a lot more fun if you're next to him.

Today, this is one of those times when he convinces you. It's not that you don't like parties kind of, but a party full of strangers doesn't seem like the most attractive thing to you. Then after dancing and talking to people for a long time, he drags you to one of the rooms in the house to give you a well-deserved break.

"Thank you for coming with me," He said, hugging you from behind after closing the door.

"I'm going to want some compensation for that, Kirstein," You said, sitting down in an armchair that was there.

"How about ... That" Jean takes a bag with two white pills out of his pocket and tosses it towards you.

"What is it?"

"LSD"

"What kind of people have you been involved with?" You joke “If your mom knew what you've been up to, Jeanboo”

"Shut up" He sat next to her "If you want to try, I try"

It wouldn't be his first time getting high, he used to smoke weed with Eren in the basement since high school, but it would be yours. As I said, Jean is smart. You knew he had been wanting to try acid for some time. So of course, he had researched on.

Honestly? You are curious but afraid after so many speeches “don’t do drugs, kids”. Jean would never propose anything that could endanger the two of you, which is exactly why he only suggested it when you were alone, and if you said "no" it would be like it never happened.

"Is it just swallowing?"

"Put it under your tongue and let it dissolve"

You lie down on the floor and take it at the same time. It tastes bitter, but unlike any medicine, you've taken in your life.

It takes some time for it to start taking effect, but when it finally did you know. The sound of loud music, muffled by the walls of the room seems to be inside your head now. The colors tremble in front of you, mixing, moving, becoming more intense. You raise your hand towards the ceiling, and you don't feel like that's your hand. Everything seems surreal. You feel calm but active. It's like being very drunk, but the other way around.

Jean pulls you into his chest, and you can hear his heart pumping blood at full speed, like yours. You feel your throat dry, your body sweat, and your hands get cold.

If I could define that feeling with a word, it would definitely be intense.

You spent the night like that. Watching the furniture move and change shape, lying on the floor and without detaching from each other. At some point, you ended up sleeping, and after having the weirdest dream of your life, you woke up with Jean calling you carefully. The sun had already risen, and the house was silent, indicating that the party was over a long time ago.

"How are you feeling?" He asks, helping you to stand.

“Hungry and hungover”

He mumbles something about also being, and you go out to eat at the nearest cafeteria.

[batarangsoundsdumb]

guess fucking what? my inbox is so fucking full right now i'm unloading all of this shit in one post.

For the 11th gotham memes: gothamites react to bruce being jacked in a tiktok he made with kids, like super yoked, ripped as hell

fucking hilarious thanks. i think i did it in one meme post, but i genuinely don't remember which one

i dunno which of the batfam would do this but one time i was sleeping over at a friends house and ended up on the floor bc the bed was so very small and i just stayed there because the rug was soft

that's a drunk jason move i don't know what to tell you

tim and jason are "i listen to pop punk" solidarity. whenever jason highjacks the batmobile theyll go on long ass car rides blaring mcr and paramore and then never talk about it again

as they should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tim: no jason it's my turn using the aux cord i gotta put on my jams jason: don't you dare put on weird shit tim: don't worry, you're gonna love this *plays fearless (taylor's version)

hear me out hear me out, red hood stans 🤝 nightwing stans t h i g h s

holy shit yes.

SNL au: Bruce breaks character when pretending to superman and says something like "I'm not superman! You've seen his gps!! It's from 2001!!!" @sabeanybabe

superman flies past the snl building the next day just to say 'actually it's from 2005, i'm not a heathen'

does your back hurt from carrying the batfam fandom

it hurts more from the exotic rock collection i keep in my backpack, but thanks for the concern.

I love your posts by why would you always leave the best parts in the tags?

as a treat for the people that check the tags ;) (and also because i'm committed to the short post aesthetic)

somehow your playlist was everything i never knew i needed. i mean it. this is my new favorite playlist.

and don't you dare get a new favourite playlist!

babe ur stoner tim playlist is exactly too perfect, earth is literally blessed by ur existence

babe thanks so much! i love my stoner tim playlist because it's just my usual playlist but people think it's an artistic choice that i put taylor swift and britney spears in there, when it's just what i unironically like listening to

JANDKSKDK BILLY RAY CYRUS ON THE STONER TIM PLAYLIST I LOVE IT IT

again it's not even an ironic choice, i know every single word and i genuinely like the song

The last chapter of Fundamentals of Casework has me crying at work. Thanks I love it @dudelookitsalesbian

oh babe, i'm sorry, but also, not sorry i love chapter 4 so much it's my lovechild with the 'mental illness' tag

soooo....stumbled on your tumblr by some stroke of fate??? read your DC fanfic first. which is PHENOMENAL btw. then found all the batmemes; the funniest thing EVER bc everyone forgets about regular old gothamites. kept scrolling and your blog pops up as recommended. clicked on the ao3 for shits and giggles and waddaya know?!?!? it's YOU!!! you're LEGEND!!!! ever seen that meme? it's a video of a cat that got into a baseball field and the two announcers get really invested in his escape attempt and start giving a play by play of the cat instead of the game. memeable moment: "GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!"

i seriously think about this ask every single day and it's so fucking funny to me that i've never seen the meme you're referencing, but i still find myself going 'GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!' whenever i see something funny. but wow i'm glad you liked this steaming pile of garbage

Fav dc character overall? And fav batfamily character?

don't ask me to pick between the loves of my life, but i can tell you i've cried about every single batfamily member and also wally west (my beloved)

What's your opinion on fans having a problem with batfam being "too big"? And some even claim that batfam is just "Bruce Alfred Dick Damian" and the rest of them are just "friends and allies" (source: reddit) Personally, I like batfam because of this reason but idk

stupid. a family can never be too big. i'm not that big a fan of like huge batfam stuff with everybody from every single universe, because as much as it's funny for bruce to have like 30 kids, it just feels a little too OOC for me.

This is the best tag I've seen involving the batfam, thanks for thinking of it

This is canon now @nctxrejects

lmao yeah i think at that point alfred has had to sit through like at least a dozen coming out talks and just has a pride flag collection in the attic that he pulls out whenever a kid comes out

idk why batfam hits different as compared to any other superhero family

bc it's found family and usually the other superhero families are almost all genetically related in one way or another

I don't know if you watch the umbrella academy but I saw your last post about batcest and saw the similarities. But the thing is (although I think it's weird) in TUA, they addressed it by saying "they were raised as weapons, not siblings" or something along those lines, which is simply not the case with batfam.

yeah i watched tua but i also thought it was ridiculous and they still treated each other as siblings so i didn't like the luthor/allison thing, and am glad they stopped doing that shit bc it fucking sucked.

Hot take: Batcest shippers are the same people who believe adopted siblings are not actual siblings

smoking hot take: batcest shippers are the people who watch 'my sister got stuck in the washing machine' porn

Duke was adopted by Bruce?

not technically no, but do i, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb, look like i care?

True story but I had to change my freaking name because it used to be "Damien" and most people would go "OH LIKE DAMIAN WAYNE" like please I'm just tryna live

true story, but i don't actually think of damian when i hear the name damian, literally the first thing that pops up is damian darkh like bruh what?

apparently dc comics company supported comic stores by giving out new titles and stuff during the beginning of the pandemic to help them run and I just think that's wholesome

ah yeah that's so fucking cool, still don't like dc, the company, because this world is a capitalist hellhole and we're all owned by warner brothers or disney with no in between.

ayo looking at tumblr head canons and finding out bruce is actually a terrible father is a punch in the gut

lmao yes, in like 50% of comics bruce is a terrible father and it gives me whiplash

oooh I just saw the jason todd vs winter soldier post and the real question is: batman vs iron man

while iron man has like hundreds of cases of armor, batman could throw out an emp and have the guy dropping out of the sky in 2 seconds.

dickfast = fastdick = quickdick = quickie

magnum hot take

hey bata(?) just thought I'd let you know I have copied the obnoxious emoji and Billy Ray post for use on simping men going forth

thank you 😘🌷 (@spacebarsidecar)

why would you do that to your followers???? i get why i did it, but why would you???

what is scarecrow made the nightwing funko pop himself, like those diy-ers that paint over other ones

oh god no, horrible take, horrible take, that's a disgusting thought oh no

I see your HC that Bruce and Oliver fucked and raise you this: Dick and Roy ALSO fucked

yes they did and it was a horrible moment for jason to find out dick has fucked both of his best friends

"at this rate bruce adds like 1 child to his family every decade or so" Duke is introduced in 2013, Damian as Damian, not as an unnamed child, in 2006. And he is already 14 years old, Robins rarely remain Robins after 16 😬 It looks like a new Robin and Batkid will appear in a couple of years

i mean i can't wait? but somebody will probably die first tho, we're due for another major character death. my money's on either cass or duke this time.

BRO you're so right all of your Bruce's ex headcanons are amazing but they aren't ships, that's kinda wild. Like I don't want any peeks into how their relationship was I just want to see everyone make fun of them

lmao YES it's just i love bruce being a slut, like good for him.

I am in love with your posts your honour thank you

omg thanks are we like,, gonna kiss now?

The justice league needs to have a meeting to discuss how many of their members/partners have slept with bruce. Because through a combination of cannon & fannon (if DC wasn’t homophobic) we have AT LEAST: 1) clark 2) lois 3) oliver 4) dinah 5) john

Thats not counting villains or random civilians @dudelookitsalesbian

yes yes yes, they'll have a yearly meeting about how many of their collective exes could be out for revenge and batman's list just keeps getting longer.

tim was like "i'm drake now" and everyone was like ahh so your fursona is a dragon and tim was like pffffft no. ducks.

and what about it?

when steph's fighting livewire and she zaps her with lighting and nothing happens and then they both just. stand there awkwardly for a second and talk. yeah i couldn't stop laughing at that batgirl steph is the BEST

oh yeah that was fucking hilarious and i think it would be so cool and sexy of dc to give steph a little comic series,,, as a treat

Hi I absolutely adore all of yours "Bruce and Oliver very badly pretending they didn't fuck each other" memes

lmao i do too

I need you to know that “Bruce Wayne had frosted tips” is one of my favorite Bruce takes of all time it’s so galaxy brained. you’re right and you should say it

he also painted his hair blonde once when he was travelling and in conclusion, this is why he's being blackmailed by the gotham gazette.

you know my thing about gordon being branded as the only good cop in gotham is its a load of shit like arguably he's a good person and not working to screw people over or anything but the fact that he also works w. batman makes him a shit cop. like yea batman is better than the mob but its still illegal its still an abuse of power he just not making bank

babe, all cops are bad cops. (but yeah youre absolutely right, working with vigilantes makes you a shit cop, but also working against vigilantes just makes you an asshole cop yanno?)

ruh roh i think i’m about to add “so not yeehaw” every time i don’t like something

that's a very good vocabulary upgrade

somehow i feel like steph already knew. like babs obviously knew but i feel like bruce got high/drunk in front of steph and started telling his boarding school stories and steph was just like “oh you fucked up i’m never gonna forget this”

steph and bruce have weird uncle/rebellious niece dynamic and they just hang out sometimes and bruce will be like 'i once broke my arm when i tripped over a hedge when i was drunk so oliver drove me to the hospital on an electric scooter' and steph will just have to sit there with that knowledge in her head.

Hello I just wanted to tell you you are So right in all your steph opinions bc she is, in fact amazing and I think that's very sexy of you. Ps. Your Bruce/Oliver fic is hilarious

babe, thank you so much and yes steph is amazing and i love her and she deserves the world and she's the best member of the batfam hands down. also thanks

In Supersons we see a couple of kids that are implied to be Damian and Jon's children and the boy has laser eyes and can fly, so I asume he's not adopted. The girl, who calls Bruce grandpa, can also fly, btw. So it's canon (probably by accident) that Jon can have kids and he must have married one of Bruce's kids. (I'm hoping for Damian, mostly because any other of his children would be waaaaaaaaaaaaay too old.) @artemisa97

lmao that was probably an accident seeing as jon is a 17 year old superhero in the year 3000 (by the jonas brothers)

You know, I'm a die hard fan of your memes, but I gotta say one thing: if Gothamites actually took gas mask everywhere with them, then the Scarecrow would just be a weird dude in a weird costume, and not a villain oh so scary. DC really should just takes notes from you.

bold of you to assume there's no gothamite anti-maskers

How does it feel being the funniest person on this app?

horrible, next question.

I can't listen to Green Day or Billy Joel without thinking of your post about how Bruce got arrested at a Billy Joel concert @nightwings-kid

yeah that's your mistake, i on the other hand can't enjoy billy joel without thinking about the glee rendition of 'uptown girl'

I've FINALLY been watching the Batman animated series and I gotta say, after watching "the gray ghost" I am CONVINCED that Batman is a closeted super hero geek who was 100% freaking out the first time he met Superman and is just REALLY good at hiding it.

superman: so what do you do in your free time? batman, thinking about the superman fanfiction he's writing on the batcomputer: i have no free time

bruce and oliver be like boyfriends to co-workers 401k (do the justice leagues get 401ks??? not that bruce and ollie would need them, but-)

lmao yes just 400 thousand words of bruce realising 'oh dip oliver is such a fucking dumbass' (also i don't know what a 401 k is but i assume they don't?)

Gothamites would totally boo superman as he saves Gotham while batman is out. @meenje

he's like 'okay think about that next time you want to be saved from an alien octopus'

I just took long break from dc comics and I come back to see ric grayson ??

i think it's very cool and sexy of dc to see dick and just think 'you know what? let's just give him a traumatic brain injury' and then didn't develop his character in any real way

SPEAKING OF RIC GRAYSON, gothamites making confused memes out of ric grayson is much needed

'dick grayson is my taxi driver? can anyone explain what the fuck happened he looks like an italian plumber?'

i hate to say it but batfam are def "marvel characters" in that sense they are characters who are human but become superheroes unlike most dc characters who are gods trying to be human maybe this is why I like batfam

fair enough

[applepi-1]

He's afraid of hurting you

Tsukishima x Y/n

Terushima x y/n

Atsumu x y/n

Warnings: fluff

Mentions of rape on Atusma's part.... sorry :(

Also I do request…

-596 words-

You and Tsuki have been friends for as long as you remember, it's always been you, Tsukishima, and Yamaguchi. Always. But somehow you fell for the tall salty dino-loving jerk. You guys did everything together and you were the only other person he tolerated. When you met the team people asked Yamaguchi if you guys were dating, both laughing until you saw Tsukishima. You ran to him and began to bug him, much to everyone's shock (except Yama) when the tall boy smiled softly down at you.

Tsukishima also fell for you, but... he was scared, he covered his feelings with salty comments, but with you he could never, you were his soft spot. He always admired the way you smiled, laugh, or the face you make when you were concentrated or were nervous. He finds it adorable, but he won't tell you that. He'll tease you about how your face looks, but you'd laugh it off.

So, come to both of your surprises when you confess. It was a normal Tuesday, except it was just you two walking home, since Yamaguchi was sick. "Hey, Tsuki, can I be honest with you?" You asked once y'all reached your house.

"Would you rather lie?"

"No, god no... but uh, I like you..." You nervously messed with your fingers. You felt as if your heart was hitting your ribcage as hard as Oikawa serves a ball. Tsukishima felt as if he was dreaming, feeling his stomach twist and his heard dance. But... still fear ate at the boy.

"I like you too..." You smiled immediately. "But I can't be with you." And immediately faded.

"What...?" What kind of confession it that, he began to panic as he saw tears form.

"It's not that I don't want to be, Y/n, trust me, I do... but..." The words got stuck in his throat, he's not used to being this vulnerable. "I-I'm scared..." Your eyes grew at how soft his voice was, he was biting his lip so he didn't show his feelings.

"W-Why...?" You watch him tug on his jersey, the showers were down so none of the players thought of changing.

"I... I don't want to hurt you..."

"Is this about, E/n?" You asked, talking about the bitch who left Tsukishima for her best friend. He said something uncalled for, but that didn't give her the right to cheat and blame Tsukishima.

"Maybe... no, this is about how I'm not good in relationships, the last one I was in, she cheated on because of what I said to her... I.."

"I would never." You finished his sentence making him look at you. "Tsuki, you guys got into an argument, big deal. Couples argue you salty dino." Tsukishima surpassed a laugh as you continued, "It did not give her the right to cheat because you called her out for flirting with that idiot she cheated on you with. I know you loved her, but... I'm not her. If we fight, I'll sit in front of you despite your harsh words. Just like I always do. The only guy I want to flirt with or have my attention is you." He looked down at you and felt his shoulders drop.

"R-Really?" You grabbed his face and smiled.

"I'm willing to do this if you are..." He looked down at you before wrapping his arms around you, you sighed into him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I don't deserve you... I love you so much, Y/n..." You smiled leaning into your best friend, your now boyfriend.

"I love you too, Tsuki."

-751 words-

You sighed into your seat, watching your best friend flirt up a storm with someone else. Kazuma Bobata knew of your feelings, and of the feelings of #1, Yūji Terushima. He sighed and sat next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder making you jump and look away from your crush. "Oh, Kazuma. Hi." He just gave you a look, you furred your brows, what crawled up his ass? "Everything good, Kaz?"

"No, our friend is hurting you." You raised your brows. "Don't deny it, I'm not stupid." He said once he saw you about to open your mouth, you sighed and looked down.

"How long...?"

"Since we met." I sighed again resting my head in my hands.

"What do I do...?"

"Confess you, idiot." You looked up to him immediately, Terushima looked in your direction hearing Kazuma call you an idiot.

"What, no?!" You didn't mean to yell but you did, your best friend left the girl standing there confused as he walked over to you, seeing you laugh a little.

"Everything okay, Y/n?"

"Huh?" Your face reddens hoping he didn't hear Kazuma say something about confessing.

"I'm trying to get her to confess to her crush." You immediately whipped your head to Kazuma.

"Dude!" You slapped his arm, Terushima felt his heartbreak, wincing a little, but it went unnoticed to you both.

"How about you practice on Terushima?"

"What..... /////-/////" Both of you blushed and looked at Kazuma who knew exactly what he was doing.

"Yeah, it'll help you both, Terushima needs to confess to his crush as well." Terushima so badly wanted to hit his friend, but he was right.

"Oh... I..."

"Fine." You looked at your friend in shock, "I... I-I'll help." His heart tugged and winced at his words, as long as your happy, right...? You blinked a couple times...

"Uh... okay...? U-Um, w-when...?"

"After school..."

--

You sighed into your bed, looking at your best friend's eyes. Sighing this is difficult, think of him as someone else. "Okay. Okay. I like you, a lot, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but I do. I have since we were running on the playground laying at how stupid a kid looked, and... I like you despite you flirting with every girl you see..." As you continued to list why you liked him with your eyes closed, Terushima felt a smile form on his face, you like him? Once you finished and opened your eyes and saw he was smiling... it that a good sign, then you remembered. "Right... uh, your turn to... p-practice your c-confession..." It hurt you to say practice, you wish this was real.

"Oh... uh, right... Look, I like you so much, but... I don't think it'd work." What?

"Dude, horrible confession, what are you trying to do? Hurt her, make her happy, and confused?"

"Shut up and let me finish." You sighed and punched his shoulder, indicating your listening. "I like you a lot, but... I don't want to be the one hurting you in the end, Y/n... I can't do that. Not to you. I hate myself for letting my ex walk away because I chose to flirt with someone else. But with you... I... I can't do that... It pains me to flirt with other girls when the only girl I want to flirt with is you... But it won't last, I'll fuck up eventually." Congrats, Terushima, you made me happy, sad, and confused.

"I... I'm sorry... what the fuck gives you the right to have this all one-sided." His eyes widen a little, he should've known you had something to say. "So what your ex left, I'm not them, Teru. I like you, hell I fell in love with you and I trust you. If you fuck up and flirt with someone we'll talk it out, not just call it quits, or if you feel the need to flirt with someone, pretend not to know me, and flirt up a storm you dumbass." He laughed a little grabbing your face, but you weren't done. "I love you, you, I know you like me, Teru... but, I love you, and I love all your mistakes, I mean, I stuck around this far haven't I...? Doesn't that mean something... Hm." He cut your rambling off pressing his lips firmly to yours.

"You talk too much." He kissed you again, this time you shivered as the coldness of his tongue ring hit your lip. "I love you. God, I love you."

-959 words-

Atsumu knew giving you a spare key to his house was foolish. But he wanted to make sure you knew you were welcome, when you reached his house it was 2 in the am, and you needed your best friend more than anything. You took out your spare key and opened his door, jumping when you see Osamu in the kitchen. "Ah, welcome home, Y/n." You laughed shutting the door quietly behind you.

"H-Hi... O-Osamu..." He looked over in your direction immediately noticing the way your voice went high and the way you choked on your words.

"Y-Y/n... did something happen?" You pulled your hand over your mouth, keeping your sobs quiet, Osamu immediately dashed to you, leaving what he was doing in the kitchen. "Oi... ya okay?" You shooked your head as he wrapped his arms around you, letting you sob into his chest. "Talk to me, Y/n..." Osamu was like your big brother, he knows of your feelings toward his twin.

"I... I went on a date..." He sat you down on the couch, giving you some room. "I... H-he... took me to a cafe... and after we ate and stuff... I felt... d-dizzy... and... I c-couldn't stop him..." Atsuma walked down feeling thirsty when he heard your voice, he stopped on the stairs looking at you. "H-How do I... tell A-Atsumu...?" He watched as his brother kissed your head and brought you into his chest.

"Do you want me to tell him...?" He watched as you shook your head. "Just... be honest with him." Atsumu sniffed the air and spoke.

"Is something burning...?" You turn your attention to the other twin. Osamu immediately got up and ran to the kitchen. Atsumu looked at you and noticed how you wouldn't meet his eyes. "Y/n...?" He couldn't help but think you were crying and asking for advice on how to tell him something, he thinks you're seeing his brother, and don't know how to tell him. But boy is he far off.

"I... I need to talk to you... Osamu k-knows a-already..." He looked down at you confused, taking his brother's spot next to you.

"Y/n..." He wants to tell you he knows, but something about your face is saying to wait.

"I... I... I c-can't..." You buried your face into his chest, he was taken back but immediately hugged you. "I... I don't know why I can't... tell you... the words just... won't come out..." He furred his brows, hoping his misreading things.

"It's just me, Y/n." You broke down more, that's the thing, you didn't even want to go on a date, but, you wanted to get rid of your feelings for the blonde twin. You know he'd never like you, but he does. He really does.

"T-That's the p-point..." Osamu came back in and tapped your shoulder.

"I-I don't know much, about ya s-situation, but, here..." You grabbed the water from him and smiled lightly, that confirmed it, he was misreading things.

"Y/n...?" You looked down at your cup.

"Hey, just tell him what you told me."

"Okay..." He furred his brows and sighed.

"Y/n-"

"I was raped." You blurted out cutting Atsumu off... out of all things. He never expected that, Osamu sat there rubbing your shoulder.

"You... what...?"

"She went on a date, got dizzy after..." Atsumu sat closer to you, pulling you into his chest, rubbing your back softly.

"I..." The words got stuck in his throat. "I... will y-you be able to... sleep...?" You laughed at how careful he's being.

"C-Can I stay, w-with you... tonight...?"

"Ya guys can take the guest room, so ya can talk privately, and not annoy me." You both laughed, Atsumu helped you stand before leading you to the bed.

"Ya can take the bed." You gave him a look.

"I, uh, please don't make me sleep alone." He looked at you and sighed.

"I won't," He rubbed your arms gently. He laid over the covers as you laid under, you laughed. "What?"

"I don't bite." He laughed getting under the covers. He watched as you closed your eyes, scooting a little closer. "You can close your eyes and try to sleep you know."

"Sorry, I might not be able to sleep. I usually sleep without a shirt."

"Oh. Then take your shirt off, ya goof." He froze for a second, but slowly sat up, slipping his shirt over his head. He laid back down resting on his back. "Better?"

"Yeah." You nuzzled closer sighing a little.

"Uh, Tsumu, can uh, can you hold me..." He looked at you and saw how you weren't meeting his eyes.

"Come here," you nuzzled your head into his chest letting his arm drape over your shoulder, rubbing it softly, you let out a shaky breath. "Better?"

"Hm, thank you... Tsumu." He squeezed you in response. Once he felt your body get heavier, he kissed your head.

"I'd do anything for ya, I love ya, ya idiot. But... I don't want to hurt ya..." You smiled slightly before looking up making Atsumu turn a deep red. "I thought ya were asleep."

"Eh, but for the record, I love you too... to be honest, I went on the date because... I thought you didn't like me so..."

"Hm, so it's my fault." You sat up immediately as he looked like he was about to cry.

"No, god no."

"If I would have grown a pair, and told you how I felt... none of this would have happened."

"And I wouldn't be here, laying next to you." You traced your fingers over his abs, "I wouldn't be touching you like this." You leaned down pecking his lips. "Kissing you."

"No, no, we'd still do that." You both laugh cuddling into each other. "I love ya."

"I love you too. And you could never hurt me."

[knockknockchicagopd]

❛ BLACK JACKET WITH WHITE LETTERS ❜

❚❙ REQUEST BY ANON: Would I be able to request prompt 16 “You're mine. I don't share”. With Hank voight where they go to one of those police events and she works in his unit and they are a couple with her being younger and they dont have to be in police uniform so she wears a really nice dress and as he introduces her and talks to other people he knows, some of the men check her out and try flirt with her and he notices. Could there be a bit of smut if not that's cool to ❤❤

❚❙ HANK VOIGHT MASTERLIST.

❚❙ WORDS: about 3k.

❚❙ Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place, or something that makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted.

❚❙ GIF credits: to my amazing @sonsofeorl.

❚❙ General tag list: @melblacc @rebelwrites @skyofficialxx @sesamepancakes @scarletsoldierrr @mondefantastique @that-chick212 @enbyamaro @inlovewith3 @ocetevasgirl @destynelseclipsa @miahelen @jadakiss13 @mcgreads @graniairish @teller258316 @i-love-scott-mccall @tclaerh. Hank Voight tag list: @sophie-writes. If you wanna be added to my tag list, send my a message! ⚡

Fortunately, it's been a quiet day, otherwise, you couldn't deal with a Districts event like the Commanders call them. A meeting that reunites every officer, inspector, detective, and whoever who wears ‘the blue uniform’; including special agents from the FBI. These last ones are the kind of man who pushes you out of your good mood with all that quackery about serving the whole country, the unlimited resources, the missions. Every time you hear a fed talking about how passionate and exciting their jobs are, you just want to punch their faces. Mostly, they're behind a desk while cops like you are protecting the streets of Chicago in the firing line. But, as Burgess and Upton said, it's time to have some fun. And anything else.

Since you don't have to wear that horrible uniform you use at official events, you have chosen a breathtaking black silk dress that fits your anatomy to perfection, falling from your chest, with a spaghetti strap neckline, to your ankles. And a pair of skyscraper highlights on the same color, with the small difference that the heels are tremendously golden. Your back is almost bare, being crossed by four fine strips, knowing it's going to give Hank some trouble. Oh, you're going to have so much fun tonight. You are very sure.

The soft make-up delights your cute, but lethal, outfit on point ready to leave Kim's house accompanied by your friends. You've arranged to meet at the party with the rest of the Unit since your future husband and Antonio needed to be from the start of the event, which means the three of you are going to earn more than some gazes by assisting alone, with no male figures by your sides. As if you need some kind of protection. Men (...).

Stepping out from your car and giving the keys to the parking attendant, who seems he's having a heart attack after watching you walk with so much cockiness and sensuality, you come into the party. The look you exchange with Kim and Hailey as soon as you check the reaction of the assistants, makes you draw a triumphant smile while raising your chin in some kind of greeting. You aren't going to stop now, leading your steps straight to your partners. Ruzek chokes on champagne with his eyes over Burgess, while Hank looks at you over the edge of his glass of bourbon taking a sip.

“You should work like that every day”. Antonio opines welcoming the three of you in his arms.

“I second that, brother”. Jay quickly adds making a toast with his cup of red wine.

“Bet you'd be the one who wouldn't work”. Hailey replies palming his chest, making you giggle.

In the meantime they continue arguing about the dress code, a strong arm gets placed around your lower back to push you somewhat closer, letting his hand fall over your hipbone. You know exactly what it means. Hank isn't the kind of jealous man, who needs to mark his territory like a dog. But you know that sometimes he feels insecure because of the age gap. He trusts you blindly, that's a fact, but he's human; he has fears and you understand it. Putting your left hand on the back of his neck, you caress his scalp almost unnoticeably, tilting your head to leave a gentle kiss on his cheek earning a satisfied grin from him.

“You look really beautiful tonight”. He whispers, watching you sideways as if it's a secret between you two.

“Thank you, Sergeant. I always try to do my best”.

Hank chuckles against his glass about to have a last sip till emptying it. Taking it from his hand, you pull yourself away to go to the bar and ask for two more drinks. You're thirsty and too sober to be a Friday night. Checking some emails on your phone while the bartender serves your order, you can't help but listen to some backtalk about your career. A couple of suited men combed as politicians and wrapped on a strong scent that throws your stomach. You try to ignore them until they're close enough from your position to offer you a hand in a formal greeting.

“Johnson and Derrick. FBI”.

The blonde one looks like a senior official, while the other looks like a newbie. Turning towards both, you come into the forced polite mood to stretch his hand firmly.

“(Y/L/N), Intelligence Unit, gentlemen. A pleasure”.

“The pleasure is ours, detective”.

“Special agent”. You correct him inevitably, even if it sounds arrogant.

“Special agent, of course”. Johnson replies with a nod of his chin. “I've read your file lately. I have no words to describe it. Graduated with excellent grades in Yale, two years in the Army, another undercover in a Cartel… And you also know how to fly a helicopter”.

“If you weren't from the FBI, I could think you've been stalking me like one of your serial killers, sir”. The sarcasm in your tone of voice earns your Unit's attention, very focused on the conversation between the feds and you.

“Who catches a monster without becoming one, right?”

The man introduces a hand under his jacket to offer you his business card. But you don't take it, just looking at it for a second before raising your eyes towards his.

“In your academy shows you to have the big balls to disrespect a Sergeant or a Chief, by trying to steal their officers in front of their faces? Because mine shows us to serve and protect the citizens”.

His gesture changes suddenly in a sight, hearing some chuckles behind you coming from Hailey and Kim. Raising both eyebrows as you don't get any reply back, you just nod before grabbing the two drinks you have asked for when they interrupted you. Coming back to your friends, you can't help but wrinkle your nose in a gesture of disgust earning more giggles from your partners. But it doesn't seem funny for Hank, who you know he's killing them in thousands of ways inside his head.

As the night passes, you notice Agent Johnson's eyes on you with no shame, starting to make you feel uncomfortable. Although you would be delighted to embarrass him in front of everyone, he has had enough from you. But this doesn't end there. Excusing yourself, you step to the terrace almost emptied to have some fresh air, knowing he's going to follow you. Maybe, to insist a little more. He was so interested in recruiting you to miss the chance.

And as you thought, he's that predictable. You don't turn because of his steps coming closer, but because he pretends to clear his throat to claim your attention. Crossing your arms over your chest, you tilt your head to a side feigning curiosity with a forced smile showing up on your lips.

“I would like to apologize for my behavior. In my profession isn't habitual to find agents of your characteristics”.

“For sure, sir. It doesn't matter”.

“You could have an extraordinary career in the FBI”.

“I already have it where I am. I don't need schedules, cheap suits, and an earpiece to succeed”.

“I understand your relationship interferes in your decision, but you do—”.

“I'm sorry, you said what? Did you…? Oh, god, I can't fucking believe it”. You can't help but laugh shaking your head. “I don't have any relationship as soon as I wear my badge, sir. And you are starting to cross a line you don't want to cross. Believe me”.

“Ma'am, don't misunderstand my words, nor my intentions. I just think ma—”.

“Nobody asked you to think, Johnson”.

Raising your eyes over his shoulders, you can see your boyfriend sipping his glass of whisky, joining the talk as he tries to keep calm. You know Hank to perfection. If he wasn't your boss, he would have punched him already.

“If you continue pissing off my agent, we're gonna have a problem”.

The man just nods, alternating his gaze between the two of you. Seems that he has admitted his defeat.

“Beautiful and lethal. You're a son of a bitch with so much luck, Voight. Take care of this diamond. Or she will end up wearing a blue jacket with yellow letters”.

“Uh-huh”. He replies as you continue remaining silent.

Passing your boss away back to the party, leaving you alone, you can't hide the proud smile that turns your gesture into a funnier one. Taking short steps towards him, you steal the glass from his hand to drink from it under his attentive brown eyes.

“Blue isn't my color. Not at all. I'm more into black”. You whisper referring to the jackets you are used to wearing in the Chicago department.

“Hm…”

“Imagine having your badge hanging from your neck all day like a collar. Do I look like a dog? I prefer to have it on my belt. And I'm already used to the disgusting watered coffee we make in the twenty-one”. As you continue giving him more reasons, your forefinger traces a path up from his chest to his nape. “And I have so much fun driving my Dodge all around Chicago”.

“Anything else you wanna add?”

“Hm… no. Actually, not. That's all, sir”. You reply puckering your lips, pulling yourself away some inches with a playful aura wrapping you both.

“Now lemme tell you something here”. Hank says then, leaning over your ear. “You're mine, I don't share”.

His voice and his characteristic raspy voice gives you some chills down your spine bone. Biting your bottom lip unconsciously while he stands up, you know the party is over for you and it's time to go home. Holding your hand and taking back his glass of whisky, you walk inside to say your goodbyes before leaving the fancy place straight to the underground parking. You are not going to lie saying you don't love his dominant mood when the occasion demands it.

As soon as you reach your car, you can notice sideways Hank making sure you're totally alone. He doesn't usually take risks of being seen in public too lovey-dovey, but it's not about it this time and you can't wait for him to go ahead with his intentions. Of course, he doesn't make you wait for too long to push your back to the copilot door, attacking your neck in the meantime his hands grab your hips stealing you a low gasp. Hank makes himself between your legs, urging you to surround his waist with one of them to close the distance that separates you, feeling the need he has to mark his territory, as rarely he shows.

“Take me home”. You almost beg closing your eyes as his teeth are nailed on your most sensitive spot, earning a soft grunt that vibrates your body.

“I'm gonna take you here, sweetheart. Any problem?”

“Hell, no, sergeant”.

“Get in the car. Now”.

You don't complain, taking it as an order when he takes two steps back releasing your body and opening the back door for you. And the next minute passes too fast, rolling up your dress as Hank undoes his belt and unzips his pants. In just a sigh he's deep-buried between your legs. It's the first time you take this kind of risk, almost in public, and the horniness it produces is driving you crazy. With your lips almost touching the others, you moan uninhibited every time his hands on your lower back urge you to keep swinging your hips, sitting on his lap.

The way his eyes memorize every gesture drawn on your face has you breathless. It's a sensation you can't describe. Hank has some kind of power over you that you haven't experienced before, even if you think you're indomitable he always manages to make whatever he wants with you. And you know it. You let him do it. Just like right now, marking his territory with desirous bites and wet kisses all around your exposed throat. The most visible part of your body. He doesn't need to prove anything. He isn't the kind of man who needs to call out any other man who dares to lay his eyes on you. Everybody in this damn city knows you're more than his pupil and they're too scared to say hi, although there's always an exception to the rule. In this case, the FBI agents acting like carrion birds.

The mist clouds the windows, as the heat concentrated on your bodies makes you sweat slightly. Hank takes the control turning you under his body against the seat in a position that puts you to see the stars. Every move of his pelvis is accurate, hitting your g-spot, satisfied with how good his name sounds getting drowned between pleased moans once and again. With every push to your body, his dick is dug deeper through your tight wetness making him grunt into your ear, feeling more delighted than never before. And everything is because of the way you had to reply to that FBI agent in front of everyone, showing him how clear you have your preferences; not only because of your relationship, as Johnson pointed out. But because everybody in Chicago is aware that there's no better boss in law enforcement. There's no better Unit than the Intelligence one from the police department of your hometown.

As your legs get wrapped around his waist to pull him closer, one of his arms surrounds your middle back while his free hand flies straight to your throat. Keeping your eyes closed, the suffocating sensation within your lower belly continues growing with every thrust that steals the air from your lungs and races your heart over its possibilities. You're close. So close that your mind is a total blank, just focused on the way only he can make you feel. So good, so desired, so full of life. He knows it, he takes it in advantage. And he enjoys it more than anything.

“Oh, fuck…” Hank got you almost in tears because of the pleasure, traveling your hands to the back of his neck, nailing your nails there. “God… I'm gonna… Fuck, Hank, don't stop, please… Don't stop”.

“I won't, my love… Not till you give me what I want”.

His voice always plays dirty with your mind. The way he has to drag every syllable on his tongue with that husky voice that puts you to tremble, as he continues burying his hard dick inside you with no mercy, speeding up as soon as he feels your legs clung to his body slightly shaking. Because of the fewer insecurities he has about your relationship, he feels proud whenever he makes you reach that sweet sensation of the orgasm taking control of your anatomy. He doesn't care if he has to use his hands, his tongue… whatever. It's not only about sex between the two of you, of course not. But making you cum screaming out his name is an every-day-goal.

And you don't make him wait for too long, arching your back when a lash of heat hits your spine and the grenade inside your lower belly explodes. Your gasps fill up your car, while he continues fucking you harder than seconds before not showing any compassion to your exhausted body, looking for your lips to devours them desperately. His tongue starts a fight for dominance, winning over yours like every single time, in the meantime his fingers grips tightly your throat. Instinctively, you swing your hips in sync, provoking every move to go deeper among your shaky legs.

Hank can't hold it anymore, digging his cock to the limits of your guts, almost hitting your soul with a last strong lung. His warm seed fills you up completely, keeping pushing his body against yours, pressing both to the seat with his hands now placed on the headrest. It feels like a whole set of fireworks. Your moans complement his delighted growls to perfection.

“Don't move, please”. You beg with a thin voice thread, at the same time he rests his forehead on yours.

The two of you can barely breathe, trying to recover after an intense session of your favorite cardio workout. From nowhere, you can't help but giggle in unison. You can't believe you just fucked inside your car and with the risk of being caught in the act. A sergeant and one of his special agents. Even if it's your free night and you're in an established relationship, he's still your boss.

“I would miss working with you”.

“Huh?”

“If I get the FBI's offer”. You mumble, leaving clumsy kisses all around his face. “You're the best cop Chicago has”.

“You don't have to butter me up for a second round”.

Shaking your head briefly and laughing, you caress his scalp so gently as he sinks his face into your sweaty neck.

“Now you said so… maybe I have the fantasy of being bent over your desk”.

“Maybe?”

“Yeah, just… maybe”.

“Then maybe I could bring you to my office, before going home. There's some paperwork to attend to”.

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Dragon Heart - IV.

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She looked over at Bilbo, who was stirring, and decided it would be a good idea to prepare him a cup of warm tea with some honey and milk. Y/N remembered Bilbo loved this as a child.

So, her next steps took her to the hobbit's kitchen.

Before she stepped inside, Y/N noticed one - perhaps from the older ones - dwarf, who prepared a steaming cup of tea already.

The dwarf didn't seemed to trust her - of course - but his eyes little softened, because she knew Gandalf and Bilbo.

"What tea is that?" Y/N asked instead, genuiely interested.

"Charmomile, for Master Baggins." Y/N hummed and the dwarf quickly left the little hobbit kitchen. You looked around, more concentrated this time. Then, you looked over the hall, pantry, and living room, where was Bilbo, Gandalf and some of the dwarves.

Baggins', now Bilbo's house, has never been un-practical. Maybe for Y/N by it's size, but other than that, there was everything one would need for life.

When Bilbo catched her eyes, Y/N could clearly see he was uncomfortable, upset and absolutely, absolutely done with the subject.

The dwarves.

But most importantly...

Gandalf.

You shrugged, and decided to leave him his burglar-not-burglar game. Bilbo would not be patient forever, but he was mannered and clever enough to know what to do. You were sure the hobbit would feel his Took side with desire for an adventure again.

And take his chance to escape Sackville-Baginses.

As you walked around, you noticed some of the pictures. They seemed to be new - or at least you didn't remembered them.

You walked closer, and stepped on something. You looked down, and noticed it was a dagger. You've never seen the design before, but assumed it must be one of the dwarves'. You picked it up and studied it, when you overheard a voice next to you.

"Careful with this, it's been just sharpened." You turned to see a blonde, blue-eyed dwarf, with braided moustache. He seemed to have the same twinkle in his eyes as Kili.

"I can handle sharp things," Y/N said and looked back at the knife.

"It's nice. Not too light, but not as heavy either." Y/N was thinking aloud. She completely forgot the dwarf next to her, as she studied the dagger.

"You know Master Baggins," He suddenly said. Y/N turned to him.

What the-did he just-

"I do," You nodded, and placed the dagger to his hand.

What the-no, he just didn't-

"You don't look like you are related," he continued.

"That's because we aren't." You ended the topic. Instead, it was your time to ask.

"Who are you?"

"Fili, at your service m'lady," he gently took your hand and kissed the back of your hand, his eyes not leaving yours.

"Y/N, at yours...Fili," You said.

"Oh, Y/N, can I-can I talk to you, for a second?" Bilbo came and you gladly walked aside with him, while Fili send you a wink.

"Bilbo, to answer some of your questions - no, I didn't knew-"

"I'm not talking about the, the dwarves," Bilbo looked over the room with frown on his face.

"Then what is it, my little friend?" You said quietly in attempt to brighten up the situation. Bilbo was almost adorable with frowned pouty face, hands folded on his chest, patting the floor with his foot...only if you could stand straight in his house. Your back thought the size of his house was not adorable at all.

"Well, um...did Gandalf told you to bring them along?" You looked at him with scrunched face, and rolled your eyes.

"I wouldn't be coming if I knew there were dwarves involved. So, if anything, I share your unpopular opinion." And ruffled his hair. He jumped up.

"I'm not a little hobbit anymore, you don't have to do this," Bilbo said through gritted teeth, and you grinned.

"Well, you still are kind of little," You teased him futher, until a dwarf with sharp blue eyes, long, dark hair, and the biggest grumpy and pouty face you've ever seen (not even Bilbo could do that, when he was angy little hobbit).

That dwarf shot you a glare, and also to Bilbo, who was taken aside by him and Gandalf, again.

You felt sorry for Bilbo.

When he was free, you overheard him muttering something about 'surely not going', 'not going anywhere', 'wizards', and so on. You decided to go to sleep, because all of the dwarves were asleep already, and you needed to be up early.

You woken up quickly. The first thing you've heard was the snoring. You scrunched your face, and quickly packed your things. Then, you walked out of Bag End, and decided to wait for them there.

The sunrise was nice time, especially to prepare your horse for the day.

"Shh," you cooed her quietly. It was beautiful mare, tall, and very, very clever.

"It will be okay. We will find dad, and we will go away, to live far away...everything is going to be just fine," You muttered.

"You ready?" Kili stood next to you with a grin on his face. You jumped up a little.

"I am." You said, and noticed Kili's expression as he looked at your horse. You let out a laugh.

"You've never seen a horse before?" Kili walked back a little.

"Not really," he said and you noticed his blushed cheeks.

"Kili!" You both looked over to Fili, standing between two ponies, who called him.

-

"Do you think Bilbo will come?" Kili asked you.

"That hobbit won't show up," Balin said. He was on his pony next to Kili, so he thought he talked to him.

"It's no surprise. Why would Master Baggins leave his home," Thorin (as was the grumpy dwarf named) said.

"I wouldn't understimate hobbits, and especially not Master Baggins," Gandalf said as he smoked his pipe.

"I am sure he is going to come," He said.

And that's when the bet started.

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It wasn't even five minutes after you left Shire, when you overheard Bilbo's voice in the distance.

"Waaait!"

You looked over to Gandalf, who was hiding a laugh.

"You planned this?" You quietly asked and motioned to the hobbit, who was breathing heavily.

"Well, perhaps," he said, and you scoffed a little and shook your head, as the dwarves seated Bilbo on his pony.

-

The day was beautiful. It was actually quite warm, just warm so you could put down your cloak.

As the evening was approaching, and the sun was setting into palette of gold and velvet, and the sky was getting darker, Thorin decided it was time to set up camp. After a quick argument with Gandalf, the wizard left to seek company of himself. So, there was nothing easier, than to just finding the best place to place your bedroll.

You, Fili and Kili were on first watch. You laid down on your bedroll, and watched the stars. It was cloudless night, plus the crackling sound of fire, and smell of fresh night air was relaxing.

Bilbo was just coming back from his pony, when a sound in distance made him freeze.

"W-what was that?" He pointed to the distance, while looking at Kili.

"Orcs," he said in low, deep voice. You sat up. Bilbo had a part of Took in himself, but he was not that much of a Took.

"There is going to be plenty of those," Fili said, and, obviously, Kili continued.

"They come at night, no screams, just lots of blood," He looked at Bilbo, and the shadows in his face, along with his deep and low voice made it come out horribly scary. Him and Fili started chuckling, but you sighed.

"The way you two snore would make them run for hills, so I wouldn't be that worried," You said, and noticed Bilbo to relax by the corner of your eye.

Kili looked over at you. You pulled out book from your pack. He quickly recognized it, even in the darkness of the night. It was that book you flipped through back in Bag End.

You sat comfortably down, and looked over the illustrations on the pages, and softly touched them.

"What is the book you are reading about, lassie?" Balin asked. You didn't looked up.

"It's a book with tales and stories my...father wrote down," you answered.

"He used to read them to me," you shrugged.

"Would you read some of them-ow, what was that for?!" Kili whisper-yelled at his brother, who chuckled.

"You're a child, Kee," He muttered to himself, and Kili pouted. But Fili was curious as well, which Kili didn't needed to know.

"Well...this one," You flipped a few pages futher.

"This one is called Strange thief and the stars," Y/N comfortably sat and started reading.

"There was once a man. He wasn't very known by name, but by his eyes. His eyes, deep and dark, with sparkles, reminding of stars. Nobody has ever seen eyes like this before, and people were whispering he has stars themselves in his eyes," You slid the tips of your fingers over the drawing, remembering the precision your father has made into repairing them.

"Many women tried to grab his attention, but anytime they didn't sucsceeded, the sparks in their eyes were less visible, but in his as well. And that is why men has decided to call him 'the thief of stars', or a 'strange thief of stars'. He was wandering through the lands, until he found what, as he realized, was looking for,"

"What happened next?" Bilbo asked.

"That girl didn't want to talk to him. She was very kind and caring, but not naive. One day, however, she found a dragon. Big dragon, who seemed scary, but saved her from orcs. The beast's eyes reminded her of someone, yet she didn't knew of whom." You realized everyone was quiet, listening to you, as you spoken.

"The next day, she met the man. He runned into her, in a rush, in a fear - and asked her "Did you see the dragon too?". The young maiden nodded, and helped him to get to safety, as he was very nervous and scared. Since that day, they became closer and closer. One day, when a few years passed, her father - an old, wise and kind man - said, his daughter will marry someone, who gives her something very special. The young man came the next day in their house they lived in. He said," you flipped the page.

" 'I do not have much to offer - gold, silver, or gems - but I do have this," he took out a notebook out of his coat, and offered it. The girl's father took the notebook, and opened it. It was full of drawings of flowers, animals and people - but mainly of one special maiden, when she was laughing, collecting flowers, brushing her hair, cooking, reading...When she came there, and looked throught the book, her father looked at her, and she nodded. So, he looked deeply into the young man's eyes, and said 'She chose you.' "

You finished the story, and Kili giggled at how interested his brother was.

"Now who's the child here,"

[classysassy9791]

Fandom: Inuyasha Genre: Romance/Humor/Fluff Pairing: InuKag Rating: T

Originally written for @inukag-week on tumblr circa 2016, now officially being updated. Its been a hot minute, hasn't it?

For InuKag Week - Day 2: Warmth

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Part 2 Word Count: 2,600

Can also be found on FFN and AO3.

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Kagome couldn't remember the last time she had laughed so hard.

Sometime between the moment she met the arrogant, rude man known as Inuyasha and the three shots she had consumed, they had fallen into a flirtatious banter that she rather enjoyed. Gone was the pompous jerk who had so rudely called her audacious names, replaced by a man who proved to actually be decent company.

No, she hadn't forgotten about their initial meeting, but as she downed another shot of whiskey, she realized she didn't much care. For the first time in months - maybe longer - Kagome found herself enjoying her evening. With her shackles removed and her inhibitions lowered, she relished in the sweet taste of freedom that had been sorely lacking from her life.

"You did not!" she squealed with absurdity in her tone, clamping a hand over her mouth.

Inuyasha chuckled, tilting his glass and giving a half-shrug. "I did," he confessed sheepishly, but not at all ashamed of his actions. "Miroku ran down the dorm hall, completely naked, screaming after me."

Kagome shook her head. "I can honestly say I have never stolen my roommates clothes while they were in the shower. Or pulled any pranks on them, really."

"To be fair," he continued, signaling the bartender for another round. "He actually met his girlfriend that way."

"By running naked down the hallway?"

He nodded. "Knocked her down and stopped to apologize."

"Still want to leave the tab open?" Kouga interrupted.

"Yeah, that's fine." Inuyasha finished off his beer. "Another round of whiskey shots while you're at it."

Flashing Kagome a smile, Kouga took their empty glasses. "You're going to dry me out."

"It's still early," Kagome barbed playfully. "Your bar will last until midnight at the very least."

He chuckled, filling up their shot glasses and handing them another drink. "Oh, thanks. I was afraid I'd have to close up soon."

Leaving with a, "flag me down if you need me," Kouga wandered to the other end of the bar where a busty blonde waved at him.

Typical, Kagome thought sourly. On the one hand, she didn't like the way her thoughts were turning, considering she didn't really know Kouga, and hated grouping him in with the rest of the spineless male population she had become accustomed to - especially since he was a bartender and it was literally his job to tend to the needs of his customers. But on the other hand, she couldn't help but feel bitter about his attention leaving her. Maybe it was because she had so blatantly been deprived of it for so long, that her longing for companionship had been exacerbated ten-fold.

Taking a sip of beer - which she had switched to once they started doing shots - Kagome heard her phone buzz in her purse again; it had already gone off several times during her conversation with Inuyasha. She finally pulled it out and unlocked it, frowning at the array of messages popping up on her screen.

Inuyasha raised a brow at the irritable look that overcame her expression before Kagome sighed and locked her phone. She quickly downed her shot of whiskey, not even bothering to 'cheers' him.

"Everything okay?" Inuyasha questioned, against his better judgement. There was a reason people showed up by themselves at a bar on Friday nights - either to drown their sorrows in whiskey or to find company for a few fleeting, midnight hours.

Kagome pressed her lips together. She didn't come to the bar to talk about her problems. She wasn't some sad case that needed a therapist to pour her drinks. If anything, she wanted to forget about the emotional damage that had been inflicted earlier that day. Her heart had been broken, her ego bruised, and no matter how many times her friends had told her he wasn't worth it, their sympathies didn't make her feel any better.

But, alcohol had a funny habit of turning into truth serum, and she found herself spilling her guts before she could stop herself. "Just my ex-boyfriend - er, fiance - blowing up my phone."

Inuyasha chuckled. "Can't take a hint, huh?"

Kagome shrugged with a bitter smile. "I mean, he broke off the engagement. Not sure why he can't follow through with his decision."

She had expected sympathy, perhaps even empathy. That's what most people offered in a situation like this, when they didn't know what to say or how to react. But Kagome was caught off-guard by Inuyasha's next question.

"How long were you together?"

Kagome eyed him curiously, his honey gaze hiding a wealth of understanding. "Five years," she answered him, twirling a strand of her dark hair around her finger. "Planned our life together, put a ring on it, and even booked the venue. But… I suppose he got cold feet a long time ago."

"His loss. What kind of bastard would put someone through that?"

She hummed thoughtfully, but didn't answer. It wasn't in her best interest to start talking about the past now, and she would rather take the spotlight off of herself all together. "What about you?" she asked her barstool companion as she took another sip of beer. "Any lucky ladies in your life?"

Inuyasha chuckled mirthlessly. "Nah, not anymore."

Kagome arched a brow. "Dare I ask?"

"Not much to tell. Her career and ambitions drove a wedge between us, and she decided they were more important than me. Simple as that."

"Sounds high maintenance."

He grinned. "Something like that. I mean, she knew what she wanted and didn't care what stood in her way. Even me."

Kagome felt an ache beneath her breast for the man beside her. She knew the pain of rejection very well. "Put out in the rain just like a dog. Doesn't that bother you?" she asked, tilting her head.

He frowned at her choice of words, and Kagome knew she may have touched a nerve then, but the alcohol had stripped her of her filter apparently.

"Well, I guess we're all damaged somehow," he replied with a shrug.

She scrunched her nose. "That's a bit thoughtless."

"What can I say? Shit happens. Get over it."

And then Kagome suddenly remembered the arrogant, rude, condescending jerk she had met when she had sat down at the bar earlier in the night. She narrowed her eyes. "Why are you such an ass?"

Inuyasha smirked while bringing his beer to his lips. "You are what you eat?"

Kagome let loose a growl of frustration. She had only known him for a short time, but she had quickly learned that Inuyasha was the most infuriating human being on the planet! "Your immaturity is revolting," she stated matter-of-factly, waving down Kouga for another shot of whiskey. She was definitely not drunk enough to deal with the way the conversation had turned.

"I'm not known for my friendly disposition."

Kagome glared at the man sitting next to her. "Is it fun being a jerk to me? Does it satisfy you?"

Inuyasha chuckled. "Actually, it is pretty entertaining."

She rolled her eyes. "You know, Inuyasha. You can hide behind that fake bravado all you want, but I know you're just a big softie underneath."

"Keh," he grumbled, finishing off his beer.

Kagome threw him a glare. "What? No witty repartee?"

He set down his empty glass with a little more force than usual, grabbing Kagome's attention. "I know your type, wench," he snapped, his amber eyes boring into hers. "I know exactly the kind of person you are; all high and mighty, acting as if you're better than everyone else. You think you can show someone how great life can be and how fantastic it is if I would just try. Well, sorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but not everyone is worth saving, all right?"

His words left Kagome stunned into silence for a brief moment. How did their witty banter only a few minutes ago turn into this? This… This denied anger and unadulterated cynicism had Kagome reeling, her thoughts turning to what exactly had penetrated Inuyasha's life so completely that he had such a negative outlook on such.

She pursed her lips. "How much do you think you're worth?"

Inuyasha shrugged. "Like twenty bucks. Or two twinkies." He grinned at his own comment, but Kagome didn't find it very funny.

If anything, Kagome felt pity for him. No matter how bleak her life became, she always managed to find the good in it. If a person couldn't do that… Well, that was a pretty sad way to live. "As much as I would love to hear you divulge all of your secrets, this is a great song and I feel like dancing."

"Look, wench," Inuyasha barked out, his anger palpable. "I'm not looking for your validation. I'm pretty fucking happy with my life of dirty pennies and whiskey bottles. We don't all need to be Barbie."

She looked over at him, the low dim of the bar lights shining off his silver hair, and found she could only nurse one wounded heart at a time. "I just wanted you to leave tonight and think the world is a little less horrible than you thought."

"Hey, pretty lady," Kouga greeted as he appeared at the perfect time with another shot of whiskey for her and a full beer, stealing her full attention away from Inuyasha.

Kagome immediately downed the shot and chased it with her beer, ready to forget half of the night and lose herself in the music pounding through the speakers. As the evening wore on, the bar became busier, and the DJ had started up a round of tunes that had half the customers on the dance floor.

Kouga watched her curiously, arching a brow. "You alright there?"

"Dance with me?" she called over the bass pounding through the speakers. Oh yes, it was now the time of the night in which she had no qualms for asking for what she wanted.

He chuckled and glanced over at the other bartenders who appeared to have things under control. "You can steal me for a few minutes."

Kagome grinned and giggled like a school girl, leaving Inuyasha behind without delay. Kouga met her at the end of the bar and took her hand in his as she pulled him out onto the dance floor.

Some upbeat dance music blasted through the speakers. Kagome moved and swayed through the bodies crowding near the DJ, the vibrations of the music becoming part of her energy, raising her up several levels at once. Gone were her heartbroken wallows and the biting arrogance of her barstool companion. Her mind buzzed with pure joy. She moved in her dress like her hips were made to sway, the black sequins catching the disco ball that twirled above, causing her to glitter on the dance floor.

Kouga pulled her close, his strong hand pressed against the small of her back, his chiseled chest pressed against hers. She ran her fingers through her messy hair and pulled it to the side, feeling the beat of the music pound with each beat of her heart. Bodies pressed in tighter all around them. Kagome felt the part of her that was really her come out to play, to feel the vibe of the music and let her body go free.

"You're beautiful," Kouga's voice whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

His lips looked soft and very kissable, and Kagome knew her decision-making skills were indeed hindered by the alcohol that buzzed through her veins. And then his attention was caught by something else, his royal blue eyes pulling from hers to the outskirts of the dance floor. He said something to her, attempting to shout above the music, but his words were swallowed up by the electric beat that kept her entranced.

Kagome felt his hands slip from around her waist and he disappeared into the crowd. She didn't bother to follow, her hands playing with her hair, her hips moving to the music as she lost herself within it. This was what her heartbroken soul had fiercely needed; a night to forget all the troubles of the day.

Large, meaty hands found her waist, but they were unfamiliar and too warm to the touch. Kagome felt a warm flush find her cheeks as she gazed up to meet a stranger's hazy stare. He pulled her in close - too close - and even in her alcohol-ridden mind, she felt mild panic begin like sparks in her abdomen.

She tried to push him away, first gently and then forcefully, pretending to laugh at his behavior. "Thanks for the dance, but I need some fresh air."

"C'me on, baby," he slurred, pulling her tighter to his sweaty frame, his hot breath rolling over her skin. "We just met. Let's dance s'me more."

Kagome frowned. "I said no." Before she could stomp on his foot and fight her way out of the throng of dancers, the man was forcefully pulled away from her. They became separated by another man, one with very familiar silver hair who had his back to her. She didn't hear the words exchanged, but whatever was said was enough to send the man scampering off to the other side of the bar.

Inuyasha turned around, his piercing honey eyes studying her expression, before his hand gently wrapped around her waist. His grip on her wasn't strong like Kouga's, or possessive like the stranger. Inuyasha's hand was warm against the small of her back, and the anxiety she felt moments ago melted away.

"You okay?" he asked, swaying his hips in tune with hers as they continued to dance to the beat of the music.

She grinned up at him. "Were you worried about me, jerk?"

"Keh," he grumbled, his lips pulling into a smirk. "I despise you more than any other human I've ever had the displeasure of meeting. You're loud and wild and apparently have no sense of self-preservation. You also act like you have the mental capacity of a five year old."

"Are you flirting with me?" she barbed in return.

"Maybe."

His hand found the back of her neck, his fingers finding purchase in her hair, his hips grinding against hers. Warmth pooled into the pit of her stomach, his breath caressing her skin, and she moved her lips to find his.

Kagome barely had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of her lips and delved inside her mouth. It was a very sloppy kiss with the strong scent of beer being exchanged between their billowing breaths. Her arm reached up and tangled around his strong neck. She pulled away and arched up into his broad chest, letting a moan escape in the contact of body heat against her own, before she drew back into his lips.

She could nearly taste the slight bitterness of the beer as it rolled off her tongue and seeped down her throat with every push of his tongue against hers. The kiss coupled with the beer and whiskey humming through her system obliterated every thought. For the first time that day, her mind was locked into the present. Her usual concerns for her life were suspended, and she had no wish for the kiss to end.

But as the music changed, they pulled apart. Inuyasha's skin shimmered with sweat and his amber eyes flecked with gold held her gaze. The beat of the music consumed them under the crazy neon lights, and Kagome felt alive during a night that was still so young.

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The Phenomenon of the Immortal Sun: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 3

None of the characters in Twilight belong to be, all rights go to Stephenie Meyer.

"'Cause I'm lovesick And I ain't even ashamed And I'm hard up, for some time in your sheets Would you be down to spend all your time with me? 'Cause I'm lovesick."

Lovesick by, BANKS.

The reception looked absolutely beautiful It seemed every inch of it was covered in decorations.

"I have to admit, Alice and Rosalie know what they're doing," Jasper said.

"They even made the cake look appetizing to me... not enough for me to stomach to eat it but still," I replied, ever since I had become a vampire, human food made me sick.

"They've done their job then," Jasper said a smile was still etched on his face.

We began to sway to the music, I melted into him.

"Please call me your baby, baby Look how long that you have kept me waiting I'm all in, look at all that I have given Oh, I know your love before I kissed you And now you have only made me miss you Come get me Come love me, baby come love me."

"'Cause I'm lovesick And I ain't even ashamed And I'm hard up, for some time in your sheets Would you be down to spend all your time with me? 'Cause I'm lovesick."

"I just wish Bree could be out here with the rest of us..."

"I wish she could too, but even if she wasn't presumed dead...being around all the humans wouldn't be good for her," Jasper explained comfortingly.

"I know." I pecked Jasper's cheek.

"Please call me your baby baby baby Look how long that you have kept me waiting I'm all in, look at all that I have given Oh, I know your love before I kissed you And now you have only made me miss you Come get me Come love me, baby come love me."

"'Cause I'm lovesick And I ain't even ashamed And I'm hard up, for some time in your sheets Would you be down to spend all your time with me? 'Cause I'm lovesick.'

"Are you going to tell me where we're going or is it going to be a surprise still." I inquired.

"Patience my love, good things come to those who wait." He teased, biting my lip.

I whined

"I don't wanna wait..."

'Cause I'm lovesick And I ain't even ashamed And I'm hard up for some time in your sheets Would you be down to spend all your time with me? 'Cause I'm lovesick

'Cause I'm love sick 'Cause I'm love sick 'Cause I'm love sick 'Cause I'm love sick 'Cause I'm love sick 'Cause I'm love sick

We broke apart from our loving embrace when the song ended. I scanned the crowd searching to see if I could find Leah and Seth again, when I did I dragged Jasper with me eager to see them.

"Hi, I'm so glad you guys made it!" I greeted them and pulling them both in for a hug.

"Good to see you Fleur, you look beautiful." Leah said, Seth nodded in agreement. I saw Billy Black and Sue standing behind them. I walked up to them and hugged them too.

"I hope you'll be happy Fleur...I wish you both the best." Billy said with a somber tone.

"Thank you."

"Well, I don't know about the rest of you but I plan on getting drunk. Sue, could I interest you in a glass of Champaign?" Dad asked.

Before Sue could speak Billy interrupted them.

"Sparkling fire water. Sounds great." Billy said, almost running over dad's ankles." They all walked away.

"How long do you think it'll take for them to get together?" I asked Jasper.

"I give them a month or 2." Jasper estimated. Two unfamiliar voices greeted us both.

"Fleur, Jasper! Congratulations!" A woman greeted.

"Thank you." Jasper replied.

Two gorgeous vampires greeted us, one male and one female.

"Hi, Umm... Eleazar and Carmen, right?" I guessed.

"Mhm, Hola!" Carmen said.

I then saw three blonde women standing behind them, observing us. Jasper saw me looking at them and answered the thought bubbling in my head.

"Those these are our cousins from Alaska. Tanya, Kate, and Irina."

"We've heard so much about you. I'm Tanya." She greeted sticking out her hand for me to shake it.

"Welcome to the family. Bienvenida." Eleazar added.

"Thank you. You're very welcoming." I said.

"Irina, Come meet Fleur." Carmen called out to her.

I could tell something was troubling Irina and I followed to where her gaze was fixated at. She was looking at Seth, anger was in her eyes.

"I can't do this..." She grumbled.

"You promised," Tanya hissed at her.

"She invited one of them."

Jasper looked to where she was gesturing to and sighed.

"Irina, he's one of our friends."

"They killed Laurent!" She rebutted back

"He tried to kill my sister and I." I explained.

"I don't believe that." She said, getting in my face.

"I suggest you back away now... we don't need to cause a scene." I grumbled getting even closer to her face.

She backed away and left, stomping away.

"I'm sorry you guys, thank for coming." I said, a guilty look made it's way onto my face.

"No no don't worry about it..." Carmen comforted.

"Well. Let's not monopolize the bride. Congratulations." Eleazar said. Walking away with Carmen

"Thank you."

"We're sorry." Tanya said, her and Kate walked away as well.

"Well.. what's a wedding without a little family drama huh?" I asked playfully.

"C'mon you let's go, speeches are starting." Jasper said, pulling me in the direction of the chairs.

"Excuse me. Is this on? Hello?" I heard Rosalie whistle at Emmett.

"Umm, I'd like to propose a toast. To my new sister. Fleur, I hope you've gotten enough sleep these last 19 years. 'Cause you won't be getting any more for a while." Emmett laughed and winked at me.

My mouth was slightly agape and I breathed out a laugh. I turned and saw my dad who downed his glass of champagne. My mother just rolled her eyes and repeated what my father had done. I saw Leah stand up and go over to the stage.

"Fleur... I've known you for as long as I could remember. Some of my favorite memories were with you on that beach. And the reaction you would give every time I would shove you into the freezing cold water."

Everyone in the crowd laughed.

"I know I haven't always been the nicest to you, after my father died I completely blew you off.... I know I treated you coldly. But you still were kind and gracious to me and my brother Seth. So thank you... for always being there for me even when I wasn't there for you. Jasper, you better take care of her, you have a whole lot of people who are willing to hunt you down." Leah finished. Jasper gave her a nod and a smile, a silent promise in a way.

My dad stepped up next, I saw tears in his eyes and gave him a comforting smile.

"Jasper will be a good husband. I know this because I'm a cop. I know things. Like how to hunt somebody to the ends of the Earth... I also know how to shoot a gun. But I also know this because he's loyal and empathetic, and a wonderful influence on my daughter. He sniffled before continuing, I love you Fleur... and I'm so happy for you... for both of you."

"Now that you're my sister, you'll have to get over your version to fashion... Yes, you have some style but... the t-shirt and jeans have got to go... and those god-awful ankle boots have got to go too." Alice said.

"Never!" I jokingly yelled.

"Fleur, I remember when Jasper had come home saying he had finally met "the one." I was skeptical, scared even... my first instinct on you was to hate your guts and keep you away from my family. But then I got to know you and I saw how compassionate and understanding you were. I knew you wouldn't hurt my brother, who had been treated horribly for so long and deserved someone with the same amount of compassion as him. Thank you Fleur, welcome to the family. To Jasper and Fleur!" Rosalie finished raising a champagne glass.

"To Jasper and Fleur!" Everyone repeated.

Dinner had gone by smoothly, everyone was too distracted to notice none of the Cullen's and I had eaten or drunk anything. Soon enough after most of the cake was devoured it was time for us to go. I had to run to the bathroom since my contacts were beginning to dissolve in my eyes due to the venom. When I got back out I saw Alice and Rosalie putting Jasper and I's bags into my car. Before I could make it to my car dad approched me.

"Well... It's gonna be strange, you not living under my roof." He started.

"Yeah. It's gonna be strange for me, too." I replied.

"You know it will always be your home, right?"

I know dad, I love you. Forever. I pulled him in for a hug.

"I love you, too, Petal. I always have and I always will. All right. Go on. You don't wanna miss your plane. Wherever it's going."

"I won't dad... I should probably say bye to mom and Bella too..."

"Good luck Petal," Dad said, humor was in his voice. I sighed and walked my way over to them, they were embracing and saying goodbye to one another, since Bella was going on her honeymoon too.

"Oh, Bella... I will miss you so much, I love you." Renee said tearfully.

"I love you too mom, I will miss you too," Bella replied. They both stopped talking to one another when I approached them. Their faces dropped, it seemed I dampened the mood.

"Well, I'll see you later mom, Bella, have a good one." I said.

"Yes, I'll see you in nine months... I mean... later." Renee said condescendingly.

"Mother, even if I was pregnant I wouldn't let you near my child. They don't need your spews of toxicity around them." I spat out before walking away.

I hugged all of the Cullens before walking up to the car, I was about to get into the driver's seat when I threw the keys at Jasper. His face was in shock.

"Only because we got married, cowboy, it's a present from me to you."

"Thanks, Darlin." He smiled at me.

We began to drive off, I waved at the people in the crowd and smiled at them.

"Ready to go?" Jasper asked.

"Yeah...I'm ready."