#and i’m just gonna need a little patience and love to help me calm down again and feel safe

[starbuck]

OH MY GOD I THINK I’M HAVING A TRAUMA RESPONSE

[luveline]

kbd —Steve helps an emotional you downstairs to sate some late night cravings. pregnant!reader, 1.3k

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Steve stirs at the top of the bed to the sound of pinging springs. He rubs his eye, feels sleep free itself from his lashes as he pushes onto an elbow. 

“Honey?” he asks. 

You turn to him with a frown. “Sorry.” 

Steve doesn’t want you to be sorry, he was just figuring out which of his best girls it was moving around. He forces himself to sit up and turn on the lamp, unveiling the sight of you at the end of the bed in your maternity pyjamas, flowy blue fabric with white polka dots you’d bought to match Beth’s. 

“You need help?” he asks. 

You sound like you’re having a hard time breathing. “I’m trying to put my socks on.” 

“Yeah? You wanna go downstairs?” 

You always put your socks on before you go downstairs at night or in the early morning. The floors get cold no matter what you and he try to do to prevent it. He promises one day you’ll have enough money for heated floors. He’s not sure where he thinks that money is coming from. 

“I’m gonna go have some ice cream.” 

Your night time cravings lately are unstoppable. Steve pushes the sheets back and round the bed to the end, giving your face a short touch, and then getting down on his knees in front of you with his hands held out for your socks. He’d offer to go get it for you, but you’ll say no, he’s too tired. The only loophole he’s found for this is coming with you. 

You give him your socks and a sorry smile. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.” 

“It’s okay. I don’t mind. You know what I say.” 

“Can’t sleep without me.” 

He bunches your sock up and rolls it over your toes and up past your heel, your ankle. He does it gently like he’s rolling them onto one of the kids’ feet, he can’t really help himself. He likes being gentle with you. You can’t see your toes, so you might as well have him be kind to them. 

“Can’t sleep without you,” he agrees, again bunching up the fabric of your sock to roll over your toes and heel. 

He tugs it up straight on your calf and leaves his hand there for a selfish squeeze. “There, now you’re ready. Want your robe too?” 

You frown suddenly, a familiar twist of your mouth and nose, eyebrows pinching down as your eyes fill with tears. He shakes his head at you before you can talk, his hand moving to your knee for sympathetic rubbing. “Don’t cry.” 

“You’re so nice to me.” 

“I love you,” he says, pushing himself up to stand and hug you. “Please don’t cry, Y/N, it’s just socks. I love putting your socks on for you.” 

“You treat me like a princess,” you say with a sniff. 

“You deserve it,” he promises. He wraps his arms around your head and neck, kissing your forehead with a loving sigh. “You do. Please don’t cry.” 

Once you start you can’t stop. Steve doesn’t mind calming you down, it’s not like it isn’t exactly what he signed up for, but getting upset is never good for the baby or your extremely stressed body. “Please,” he murmurs, “let’s go downstairs, okay?” 

“Okay,” you say, voice thick with tears. 

Steve wraps you in a blanket and ushers you through the master bedroom door. Your pregnancy hormones are as off the charts as they’ve ever been, though last month you’d been quite snappy. This week you’re crying multiple times a day every day. Steve keeps waiting to run out of patience, but he has a good few kids, and you’re not doing anything wrong anyways. So what if you’re crying all the time? He can’t imagine how stressful it is to be that tired and heavy like this, or how many hormones are pumping through you at the moment. He got you pregnant. It’s his job to mitigate the symptoms to the best of his ability. 

You sit down at the table, knowing without asking that he’s going to get your ice cream. He grabs it from the freezer with your favourite spoon (not so big, not so little), and passes you both with a smile. 

“There, honey.” 

Before he met you, Steve wasn’t used to pet names. He’d say baby and babe, he was a player, then heartbroken, and they’d come out weird because he didn’t really mean them, or he didn’t get what they meant in the first place. He calls you honey and he feels at once like the husband he is but it’s more than that. You’re his honey. You deserve to know how much you mean to him with every sentence he says, and there’s no easier way to do that than to pester you with pet names. 

You use them just as much as he does. “Thanks, handsome.” 

“Do you want anything else?” 

Again, your frown, tears in your eyes as you peel the lid off of pint and pick up your spoon. “I’m fine,” you say tearily. 

Steve scoots a chair as close to yours as is physically possible and sits, his hand falling to your knee. He’d squeeze your thigh if it wasn’t impeded by the round hill of your bump, the biggest it’s ever been. From the start of next week onward you can expect to go into labour. Within the month, you’ll have had the baby. 

Steve can’t wait for it, and he’ll bet you can’t wait to be done. He says your name softly, giving the side of your leg a great massage, “Y/N, it’s okay.” 

“I know, I just love you,” you say through a mouthful of ice cream, the spoon still on your lips. 

“I love you too, honey, don’t worry about it.” 

“Do you want some?” 

He knows saying no won’t help. It’s probably four in the morning and he can’t imagine anything less appetising at the late hour, but he says, “Yeah. Just a little bit. I’m watching my figure.” 

You laugh, still full of tears, and scoop up some ice cream to feed him. When he’s had it, he presses forward for a kiss, to your delight. Steve doesn’t mean to brag, but he knows you well. Cheering you up is easy. He steals a second kiss just for him and beams at the reaction it invokes, breathless laughter that doesn’t fade as you scoop up another spoonful of ice cream. 

“How come the baby never wants something we can keep in the bedroom?” Steve asks. 

“She’s like her sisters.” 

“Yes she is,” Steve says, moving in for another squeeze of your leg. “Can’t wait to meet her.” 

You lean your head on his shoulder, ice cream dripping from your spoon. “She can’t wait to meet you, Steve. She’s kicking every time she hears your voice. I think she knows how good you are to me.” You clear your throat. “She can tell you’re the nicest guy ever.” 

He shushes you tenderly. “Come on, honey, no more crying. I’ll have to start being mean to you instead, nobody wants that, I don’t want that.” 

“Please don’t be mean to me.” 

Your hurt voice startles him. “I’m just kidding.” He kisses your temple. “You think I’d do that? I can’t do that to you, babe, I don’t want to.” 

He spends twenty minutes convincing you he was just kidding while you weep into his shoulder. 

Poor girl, he thinks sorrily.

[princessbrunette]

I LOVE THAT YOU GIVE POPE LOVE BC LIKE NO ONE DOSE LIKE POPE IS SEXY AND ITS BEEN LIKE HEAVANS SINGING FROM ABOVE WITH THAT BLURD YOU WROTE WITH POPE

i just FEIN to see pope actually punnunish Bratty!reader

this is sending meeee 😭

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you’d been mouthing off, and usually pope was chill enough to just calm you down by distracting you. but he was tired after the previous night with the pogues, and he just wanted a day with his girl without her acting up. his patience wore thin as he leans his thick biceps infront of him, elbows on his knees as he sits on his bed, staring at you with low hung brown eyes.

“i don’t wanna do this today. quit with the attitude.” his voice is still calm and smooth despite everything. but just like an itch that needed to be scratched, you kept pushing.

“boooooo, so boring today popey.” you jeer, making him blink at you slowly. what had happened to his sweet girl? he wasn’t sure, but he knew he needed her back. asap.

he sighs out his nose before jutting his head to the corner of the room. “go stand in the corner.” he puts it simply and you grin, amused.

“what?” you ask, flukily quietening your voice just a touch.

“you heard me. you wanna act like a kid, i’m going to treat you like a kid. corner, go.” he commands and the smile melts off your face, staring for a few more seconds to make sure he was serious before you slide off the bed opposite him, walking over to the corner as he watches. you peer over your shoulder, brows all furrowed now. “keep your eyes on the wall.”

you turn back around, staring at the mathlete poster from his nerdier days in high school. you want to smile, giggle even — and make a joke at his expense, but pope really wasn’t one to punish you — so your heart was racing at this new approach.

you hear the bed creak as he climbs off, slow footsteps approaching you from behind. his shadow looms over you, and you suck in a quiet gasp when his big warm hands grace your waist. “you know i’m not with this back-talk shit. i used to let you get away with it, just because i love you. and i still do, but you’ve pushed your luck today, baby.” his voice is warm, and you find yourself melting beneath his touch. it took a minute for you to even realise he’d unpopped your button, sliding your denim skirt down along with your panties until they pool at your ankles.

“gonna need you to count. can you do that?”

you try to answer, but it comes out as a nervous shaky breath instead. “use your words.”

“yeah.”

“thats a good girl. knew you were in there. unfortunately for you, its too late. i’m still going to spank you, okay?” he communicates clearly, kindly, even gentle with you at his most irritated. you’re teary eyed, all tense as you wait for the blow. he smooths a hand over your ass cheek, getting you used to the temperate of his palm before bringing it down in a smack. you jolt with a whimper, before calling out a quiet ‘one’.

“nice. we’re gonna keep going.”

he continues to spank you, but with each spank, it gets harder — the time between each hit getting shorter until he’s got his hand on your shoulder to hold you still, delivering quick, hard slap after slap to your ass cheeks until they were raw. he lets out little minuscule grunts with each spank, and whilst you wept — in immense pain, you can’t help but shift your thighs, arousal clinging to the skin between them.

luckily for you, pope is a softie at heart— and once he’s punished you, he’s gonna make it all better and eat that cunt until you’re seeing stars, vowing to never back-chat such an angel again.

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[theemporium]

Sorry didn't know it was for fluff whoops wasn't paying attention! Okay try this again properly!

Werewolf Charles or Max and it's the full moon and he just wants to cuddle you because you keep him calm or maybe even both

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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The days approaching a full moon were always a little different from the rest of the month.

Sometimes it made your boys angstier than usual. Their tempers would be shorter, their patience was practically nonexistent and they snapped at anything or anyone that irked them even a little bit. Max was usually the worst one of the two, but they were both bad.

Sometimes they were just all over you. The days approaching the full moon would be relentless. You would always have one of them pressed up against you, kissing you, touching you. And when they had you squished between them, it honestly felt like time stopped.

But sometimes, your boys were just needy. Sometimes the days approaching the full moon were rough and stressful. Their anxiety would be through the roof, even if it was something they had done for years. Sometimes, they just needed to be close to you.

“I love you both endlessly but, dear god, I forgot how fucking warm you both are.” 

You were two days out and you could feel the nerves radiating over the both of them. It didn’t help that all they could feel was the anxiety bouncing off each other. And you could tell from the second you stepped through the door after work that they needed you. 

Which led to you being snuggled between two very hot, very clingy werewolves who had no plans of letting you move at all.

“It’s fine, you like it,” Max murmured, his head buried against your stomach as his nose brushed against the slip of skin where your vest rode up. 

“Why couldn’t one of you be hot and the other cold,” you mumbled, a small groan of appreciation leaving Charles’ lips as you ran your fingers through his hair. “Saves me sweating my tits off here.”

“We told you to take your clothes off,” Charles murmured against your skin, his lips brushing against your neck as he placed a soft kiss at the base, like his own little apology for not pulling away.

“Just because you both run around the house naked, doesn’t mean I’m gonna join in,” you said with a soft snort, your eyes vaguely focused on the random movie playing on the tv. 

“I don’t see the issue in it,” Max retorted. “It’s very freeing.”

“Not all of us have a nice lovely fur coat to keep us warm,” you countered, glancing down at the boy who only flashed you a smile. 

“That’s where we come in, schat,” Max said like it was obvious. “We would keep you warm.”

“Too fucking warm,” you murmured, but both boys just tightened their arms around you. “You’re lucky you are both cute.”

Charles lifted his head from your neck, wide eyes staring at you with curiosity. “Do you mean as our human selves or our wolf selves?”

Your lips twitched upwards before you leaned in to peck his lips. “Both, baby, both.”

“Hey,” Max whined, lightly nipping your tummy with his teeth. “If he gets one, I get one.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing a little as you leaned down to press a soft, chaste kiss on his lips too. “My needy boys.”

“You love us,” Max whispered against your lips.

You pulled back grinning. “Yeah, I do.”

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[ramblingthoughtsofayoungadult]

Unpredictable, Part 9-Limoreau x black!fem!reader fic

A/N: I'm finally updating! Thanks for your patience. Also, I didn't fully rewatch the episode so there will be some differences. Let me know if you wanted to be added to the taglist. Also, if you were on the taglist and aren't on it for this post, it just means when I typed your username, it didn't pop up. Enjoy!

Word count: 7.1k

Warnings: Swearing, sensuality, some angst, and general reader! insecurities about relationships

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Taglist: @badbishsblog, @gardenof-venus, @morelovemorepeacemoretattoo-blog , @darksoul100, @simiinthemirror

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the blood around my mouth. The coppery taste made my stomach lurch as I sat up and touched my mouth.

At least it was dried blood.

The second thing I noticed was the dejected expression on Cate’s face as she sat up on the couch across from me. She stared down at the ground, but she wasn’t looking at anything. For a second, I started to reach a hand towards her but stopped when I remembered what she’d done.

Just as I set my hand back in my lap, Marie and Jordan jerked awake, making me flinch in the process. It wasn’t until I settled a little that I noticed they were flanking me, and I looked down at my lap to hide my wide smile and warm cheeks.

“Is this real?” Marie asked.

“Yes, this is real,” Cate confirmed.

Immediately, Jordan jumped to his feet and shifted to their female form. They grinned so widely at the result that their dimples showed and Marie visibly relaxed next to me. Then, I noticed Marie glance at me.

Maybe if it worked for Jordan…

I took a deep breath and tried to focus on what else would unfold in the day. Instead of a picture, all I saw were hazy black and gray figures in my mind and it felt like my brain had hit a wall. I swallowed the lump in my throat and shook my head.

“Really?” Marie asked, placing her hand on top of mine.

“Don’t worry about it,” I muttered, slowly pulling my hand away.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, your powers should come back soon,” Cate voiced hoarsely.

 I thought I nodded as I slowly moved to my feet. “I’m gonna go clean myself up.”

“Do you need any help?” Jordan offered.

“No, I got it.”

 After a few minutes of wandering through Dusty’s house, I found a semi-clean bathroom and locked the door as soon as I walked in. The faucet handles were slippery, and it took a few tries before I finally got the water running. When I reached for the paper towel roll on top of the toilet, I realized that my hands were trembling.

“Stop it, Y/N, calm down,” I hissed. “There’s nothing to worry about.”

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry ran through my head like a mantra as I patted my face with warm water.

“I do not need my powers to be myself,” I muttered. “I’m still me even if I can’t see potential future outcomes.”

Or help my friends or loved ones or pass any crim classes or get a job as a supe.

Then, I was thankful that the running water drowned out my sobs since I wasn’t sure how much of a noise blocker my hand was. I almost collapsed over the sink as my back shook with sobs and the hot tears ran down my face.

No matter how much I wanted to stop crying, I couldn’t. It was like all those years of holding it back made me incapable of doing it in the moment.

Why did this happen to me? Why do I have to get screwed over all the time? bitterly ran through my mind.

I never did anything to Cate to deserve this, nothing at all and she wiped me twice without thinking of the consequences. Wiping two days’ worth of memories from four people’s minds must have been a first for her. There was no telling what that could have done to her powers, and she still did it.

I don’t know why my brain decided that was the time to remember Cate’s playful smile when she talked me into sneaking off campus with the others or her sincerity when I processed my feelings about Jordan and Marie with her. My chest ached and it wasn’t like I had a chest cold----it was almost like I took a direct blow from Luke, but it ached worse than that.

None of Cate’s actions made sense at the moment. Shetty must have put in a lot of effort to manipulate her because she was my friend, almost like the big sister I never had. When I really thought about it, Cate was one of my most attentive friends. Whenever I was stressed or anxious, Cate would take me to her favorite campus green to meditate; when a creepy guy approached me at a party or club, Cate was one of the first people to intervene; and she always insisted that I joined her, Jordan, Andre, and Luke for study groups.

I had to know how she could go from that to rendering me powerless. As I finished cleaning the blood from around the left side of my mouth and nostril, a sinking feeling came over me.

If Shetty could do that to Cate then what had she done to me?

Knock! Knock!

The sound made me jump and shook me out of my stupor.

“One second!” I called, frantically wiping at the other side of my face.

As I stared at my reflection, I internally winced at my red, puffy eyes. It would take at least three rounds of Peter Thomas Roth under eye masks and endless eye drops to remedy them.

“I just wanted to check on you,” Marie’s voice softly called.

I almost froze and huffed.

“Oh, I’m fine.” I sniffled and wiped at my nose.

“I’ll believe you when you open the door.”

Did Marie have some sort of fixation with seeing me at my worst?

“Seriously, you can go back to the others,” I tried to insist.

“If you don’t, I will break down this door.”

“You wouldn’t do that.”

Marie paused. “Jordan would.”

I huffed and threw the used tissues and paper towel in the trash can. After taking three deep breaths to calm myself, I unlocked the door and let Marie in. She immediately entered the room, forcing me to back up. Slowly, her hands grabbed the sides of my face, and she looked me over, eyes softening at the bits of blood I hadn’t been able to clean.

Then, I carefully grabbed her hands and started pulling away. “You don’t have to get that close to see that I’m fine.”

“Oh, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” Marie apologized, then, she frowned. “Actually, no. After everything you said, you pushed me and Jordan away and ran as soon as we woke up; it’s confusing.”

I sighed and turned away from her as I grabbed more paper towel. “I’m sorry. After everything that happened when we were in Cate’s head, I didn’t want you or Jordan to see me like this…again.”

As soon as I turned towards the sink, Marie stepped in front of me and gently took the paper towel out of my hands. She gestured towards the toilet, and I sat on the seat as she wet the paper towel in the sink. After a few seconds, she turned off the faucet and leaned down in front of me.

Marie’s gaze was laser-focused as she cleaned up the rest of my face. The silence in the space was comfortable but I couldn’t stop fidgeting with my braids as she worked.

“When are you gonna understand that Jordan and I don’t care if you don’t look perfect all the time?” she finally uttered. “They just told you how we’re all messy in our own way and it’s okay that you’re a part of it.”

“I didn’t think I had any more tears left in me but I guess I was wrong,” I muttered with a shrug.

Marie hummed in response as she continued gently wiping my face. A few more seconds passed until she was finally done.

“Finding you and Cate scared the shit out of me,” she stated. “It felt like the ground fell out from under me and I had no idea what to do. Jordan had the idea of slowing down your heart rates and it worked but, I’m scared to think what would happen if it didn’t.”

“But it did work because you have amazing powers.” I grabbed her hands. “You saved me, and Cate and I know you’ll save more.” Then, I let go of her hands. “Well, not know-know.”

“Hey, you’ll get your powers back. We’ll figure something out,” Marie insisted. “But what if we don’t” hung on the tip of my tongue and I didn’t let it fall out. Instead, I watched Marie throw away the dirty paper towel and then she grabbed my hands.

“It’s okay to let us help you,” she said.

“But, you’ll get tired---”

“I won’t and I know Jordan won’t either. People take care of each other in relationships.”

I looked down at our clasped hands. “That’s all…new for me.”

Marie squeezed my hands. “Me too but, I know the basics.”

Having a loving family must have been nice; at least Marie had a normal baseline for how to be in a relationship. Then, I realized that she kept looking at me.

“What? Is there something else on my face? Did my eyes get worse?” I rambled.

Marie laughed. “No, your face is fine; pretty.”

My cheeks warmed at her words, and I couldn’t keep the grin off my lips. Then, I felt myself lean towards Marie and she quickly closed the gap. Her lips were slightly chapped but mostly soft against mine. As I pressed my lips against hers, I let go of Marie’s hands and tangled my hands in her twists. Marie’s hands ghosted up my hips and underneath my cardigan, pulling me closer to her.

I sighed at the feeling but didn’t stop kissing her. Somehow, Marie didn’t break the kiss as she stood, pulling me to my feet and running her hands up and down my back.

I could have stayed like that for a while but a scream followed by banging interrupted.

“SAM!” Emma yelled.

We broke apart and I grabbed Marie’s hand and tugged her out of the bathroom with me. When we got to the living room, it was a mess. On one end of the room, Jordan and Andre were picking themselves off the floor and trying to avoid all the broken glass and other furniture casualties. On the other end, Sam held a weak Cate up against a wall that already had a sizable hole in it. Based on the dust on Cate’s clothes, Sam had attacked her. Emma stood behind Sam, eyes wide but her voice calm. “Sam, it’s okay, you can let her go.”

“She hurt you---she made you forget,” Sam griped.

“But I’m okay now, everyone is okay now. You can let her go, she’s not going to hurt anyone else.”

It was hard to gauge how much I agreed with the last part of Emma’s statement, but I doubted Cate would go after one of us again soon. Slowly, Sam let her go and Cate collapsed on the ground, gasping. Marie hurried over to Cate’s side to help her up and Sam backed away from them, eyes still boring holes in the top of Cate’s head.

My eyes flitted to Emma, who seemed a little more relieved, and ran a hand through her messy hair.

“Why is your hair that messy?” I asked.

“What is it with people asking me that today? Why is your lip gloss smudged?”

Then, Jordan turned to me and raised an eyebrow. “Great timing, freshie.”

I thumbed at my lips and my cheeks warmed even more. “Get your head out of the gutter. Anyway, what brought you two back here?”

Emma straightened up. “We were looking for you guys because I wanted, well, actually, Sam has something he would like to say.”

Then, Emma gave Sam the same look her mom gave her when she needed her to improve on a take. Suddenly, Sam’s shoulders slumped, and he pouted as he gazed at the tips of his dirty sneakers.

“I’m sorry for almost killing you guys…twice. I’m working on getting better control of my emotions but being locked up for eighteen years really screws with your head,” Sam stated.

The silence that followed was almost unbearable. Cate’s eyes never left Sam as if she was waiting on him to pounce again; Marie frowned; Andre’s jaw clenched so hard that I wasn’t sure he would speak for a while; and Jordan cocked her head to the side.

Finally, Andre said, “You didn’t almost kill us.”

“Fifteen more seconds and he might have,” Jordan admitted.

“My head is still sore from the last time we met but I’m willing to move forward if you stop attacking us on sight,” I added.

“I’m really sorry about that. You’re Y/N, right? Emma talks about you all the time,” Sam commented.

I grinned. “Oh, really?”

Sam nodded. “Yeah, she was saying that you’re great but clueless about relationships and----”

Emma patted Sam’s chest. “Okay, Sam, that’s enough. We don’t have time to talk about that because of the other thing.”

I narrowed my eyes at Emma. “Clueless, seriously?”

She smiled sheepishly and I sighed.

Unfortunately, Emma wasn’t fully wrong, but she didn’t have to tell Sam that. Besides, I was working on it.

For the next few minutes, the two filled us in on everything that was going on in the Woods. How Shetty had Dr. Cardoza experimenting on supes and how several people Sam knew down there got sick. Even though most of them got better, a couple died.

“And they never experimented on you?” Andre asked.

“Not the way they did with Tommy. He was super messed up but a funny guy. One day, they took him away for a session with Cardoza and I never saw him again,” Sam recalled.

“And Shetty knows about all of this and is doing nothing to stop it?” Marie confirmed.

“She hates supes; she wants us all dead,” Sam griped.

Cate shook her head. “That…that can’t be true. Indira always helped me and Y/N.”

Jordan glared at her. “Come on, Cate. Shetty manipulated the shit out of you because she knew we were getting too close.”

“And I want to know why she wanted the two of us to be so close,” I added.

Cate bit her bottom lip and played with the hem of her sweater. “This…this is a lot.”

I nodded. “But it sounds like they’re working on a virus that targets supes. Based on what Sam described, maybe they picked strong supes that weren’t as useful as Sam to be guinea pigs.” “So, they come up with a virus to kill all of us?” Andre asked.

“I don’t know if that’s the goal, though. Vought has invested way too much money in making supes and if all the GOD U students dropped dead, that’s the next lineup of the Seven gone,” Jordan interjected.

“And society is built around supes, and the fallout would be bad,” Marie said.

“But if Shetty hates us so much, she wouldn’t care,” I thought.

“How is she getting away with this when Vought watches everything? She has to report to them all the time,” Jordan wondered.

Since Brink died, Shetty had to have even more people working under her than before. It would be easy to have certain people cover up for her or maybe the woman was gifted at hiding heinous plots. Seeing how much effort she put into manipulating Cate, there was no telling how far Shetty was willing to go to hide the Woods.

“Shetty could lie on the reports; it’s not like Vought reads through everything carefully,” I pointed out.

“So, what do we do?” Emma asked.

At the moment, I wished that I had my powers. It would have made it much easier to come up with a plan. Instead, I didn’t try but racked my brain for ideas.

“I can help here,” Cate announced.

Everyone turned to her in unison, and no one looked confident. In all honesty, Sam seemed to be contemplating going after her again; Emma looked as though she wished Cate would stop talking; Andre somehow clenched his jaw more; Marie side-eyed her; and Jordan’s glare almost made me feel bad too. I tried to relax my shoulders and forced myself to listen.

“I know that no one trusts me right now but, I am the only one with a direct line to Indira,” Cate said. “Please, just let me try.”

“How do we know you won’t turn on us again?” Andre asked.

“I won’t, I promise,” Cate insisted.

“Yeah, well, your promises don’t mean shit to me right now,” Andre hissed.

“I agree with Andre; after this, anything’s possible,” Emma said.

Cate hesitated and turned to me. “Y/N, please, you know me. I may have messed up but I wouldn’t do it twice.”

A part of me wanted to believe her, really, but the other part was the giant gaping wound of being manipulated so badly that I had no powers. My stomach sunk when I looked at her and I suddenly felt nauseous.

I hugged my arms tightly around my waist. “I don’t know, Cate. I want to trust you again, but it’s difficult.”

Cate’s expression fell and I didn’t know if I wanted to comfort her or scream at her. Everything was so confusing and it didn’t help that I had this gnawing feeling that something else was going on; something that none of us knew.

Marie stepped forward to stand next to Cate. “I think this could be a good first step for you to start earning our trust, but I don’t blame Y/N for feeling how she feels.”

“Same here,” Jordan agreed.

I smiled at their words and had to fight to keep myself from crying even more.  

After some deliberation, we decided that Cate, Andre, Marie, Jordan, and I would focus on getting Shetty to expose her plot while Emma helped Sam hide from Vought or Shetty or whoever he’d upset.

That decision led me to leaning against the wall in a booth at an off-campus diner. It was fairly quiet, save for the handful of families laughing with their kids and the game that was on the outdated TV perched on a corner stand. Even though there was a giant plate of fries and greasy burgers on the table, barely anyone ate. I couldn’t stop staring at Cate, who was on her phone in the front corner of the restaurant.

“Can anyone hear anything?” Andre asked.

“No,” Marie said.

“And she’s not even facing us so we can’t even try lip reading,” I muttered.

Marie turned to me. “You know how to lip read?”

“Yeah, every crim major does. It’s part of the body language class,” I explained.

Marie nodded slowly. “This school is nuts.”

“We know,” Jordan muttered.

Finally, Cate hung up the phone and wandered back over to us. “I can’t see her yet; she’s in the city all morning.”

“What does that mean?” Jordan asked.

“I’ll have to wait at her house and get her to talk then,” Cate said.

Andre shook his head. “That’s too much time.”

“Did she sound different or suspicious of you?” Marie asked.

“No, she sounded fine. I’m sorry this isn’t turning out how we hoped.”

Based on her slumped shoulders, I guessed that Cate was telling the truth. The situation was both irritating and relieving since my list of questions for Shetty grew every minute and I was itching to ask them, but I was also thankful for a chance to gather my bearings. The thought of confronting her made me fidget since Shetty had helped me a lot.

How could someone be so kind and so hateful at the same time?

“…and stay out of our heads!”

Jordan’s exclamation jerked me from my thoughts, and I watched them shift to their male form and storm out of the diner. Andre ran his hand over his face and started messing with a straw while Cate looked down at her gloved hands.

“I’ll be back,” Marie muttered, slipping out of the booth and trailing after Jordan.

I blinked and turned back to Cate and Andre. “Sorry, what did I miss?”

“Jordan’s pissed because we have to wait at Shetty’s to get any info out of her and we’re on a timer pretty much,” Andre explained.

“This is all my fault,” Cate muttered.

Instead of answering, I dumped a handful of fries on my plate and started using them to make patterns in the ketchup between bites. When I bit into a burger, I almost moaned at the taste.

Either I was ravenous, or this place had decent food.

When I glanced back up, Cate and Andre stared at me.

I swallowed. “I got hungry.”

“You’re not gonna go after your…partners?” Andre asked.

I straightened up and continued munching on a fry. “We never labeled ourselves as anything and Marie’s got it.”

“Well, I’m glad the three of you have figured something out,” Cate offered.

“Thanks, but, I don’t know how much we have figured out.”

With everything going on, I never paused to think about how this relationship would work. In all honesty, I was shocked that I was able to tell Jordan and Marie how I felt and even more when both reciprocated. But I wondered what happened from here. How did we figure that out?

“It takes time,” Cate answered.

I snapped my eyes up to her. “Could you not probe my mind for a second?”

“Sorry, I can’t help it right now.”

Just as I was going to take another bite, my phone buzzed in my lap.

M: Come outside.

I quickly typed back, Omw.

“If I’m not back soon, just get a box for me.”

“Got you,” Andre said.

When I got outside, the chill made me wrap my cardigan tighter around me. Fortunately, Jordan and Marie were just around the corner and it was a short walk. Just as I got around the corner, the two were kissing. It only lasted a few seconds until Jordan pulled away, a smirk on his face, and I imagined Marie had a similar expression.

“What was that about my bad timing?” I called.

Marie turned at the sound of my voice and Jordan’s smirk deepened.

“Don’t be jealous,” he sang.

Funnily enough, I wasn’t jealous the first time I caught them; just shocked and confused. This time, watching them made me smile all over.

I rolled my eyes at Jordan’s words and sauntered over to them. “Please tell me you didn’t make Marie summon me in an attempt to make me jealous.”

“He didn’t make me do anything, but I thought you should be a part of this conversation,” Marie explained.

Then, Marie launched into hers and Jordan’s idea to break into Shetty’s office, find damning evidence of the Woods and the virus, and bring it to Victoria Neuman. The more she talked, the more the uneasiness set in.

“That town hall is happening today so it’s perfect timing,” Marie concluded.

Jordan looked at me expectantly and I glanced at the giant blue and red poster of the political candidate on the side of the building. Politicians had this strange fixation on looking hopeful, trustworthy, and powerful in all their photos. According to Coco, it was one of the most challenging parts of the field. No matter what any politician did, it all seemed fake to me. Maybe it was because I could see what they would really do if they were elected.

Even though I couldn’t use my powers, something about Victoria Neuman seemed off to me.

“Say it, freshie,” Jordan encouraged gently.

“In theory, I think it’s a good idea to get this information to someone with massive influence,” I started.

“But,” Marie said.

“But I have a weird feeling about her, actually, I’ve been having a weird feeling all day now,” I admitted.

“This is our best shot to expose Shetty right now,” Marie argued.

I nodded. “And I’m not saying not to take it. I’m saying I’m not sure how it’ll play out.”

“Is this about your powers?” Jordan asked.

“No, sort of, anyway, like I said, if you want to go rogue, do it.”

“You’d be coming with us too.” Marie reached a hand towards me, and I unfolded my arms to let her play with my fingers.

I sighed. “But I don’t know how helpful I’ll be.”

“This is gonna sound cheesy as hell, but you don’t need your powers to be helpful. You figured out that Cate manipulated you twice and you figured out that their goal in the Woods is to create a virus against supes. And you did all that without your powers,” Jordan pointed out.

“You’re amazing, Y/N,” Marie added.

I smiled and flipped my braids over my shoulder. “If you say so.”

Marie shook her head and Jordan grabbed my other hand.

“So, this may not be the best time to ask but are we…”

“You’re my girlfriend,” Jordan answered.

“Our girlfriend,” Marie corrected.

“She asked me out first.”

“No, I didn’t. I told you I liked you first,” I argued.

Jordan shrugged. “Same thing.”

Marie swatted Jordan’s arm with her free hand. “This relationship isn’t a competition.”

“Said the sore loser.”

Just as they were about to start bickering, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I let go of Jordan’s hand to grab it, ignored his feigned insulted gasp, and swiped through it. Sydney had texted Sasha, Alina, Lydia, and me in our group text.

S:911. Meeting in an hour.

“As much as I would love to continue this, I have to go to Si Chi,” I said, slipping my phone back in my pocket.

“Really? Now?” Jordan asked.

“Emergency meeting and I need time to get ready. I’ll text you both later.”

When I moved to hug Marie, she pecked my lips instead and I flinched. She smiled mischievously and I blinked at her.

“And I thought you were this shy, sweet freshman,” I muttered.

“I learn quickly,” she teased.

I shook my head and turned to Jordan, who immediately pressed his lips against mine, hands roaming all over my back. I was in a daze as he moaned but when one of his hands squeezed my butt, I yelped and jumped away.

“Jordan!” I rasped.

Even though Jordan apologized, he did not look sorry at all. As I sauntered off to get an Uber, I couldn’t help but wonder what I had gotten myself into but couldn’t deny the buzz of excitement at the thought.

Exactly fifty-five minutes later, I sat in the large conference room in Si Chi, freshly showered and made up. The cherry red Ralph Lauren tennis mini dress and white Chanel platforms paired with my braids swept up in a messy bun made me feel exposed but pretty. A minute later, Alina and Lydia waltzed in together. Alina’s hair was in a low bun with pieces framing her face and her black long-sleeved Naked Wardrobe skirt set flowed around her with each step. Lydia wore a deep plum Givenchy blazer over a white Oxford and dark Levi’s, her deep auburn hair fell around her shoulders in soft curls.

Immediately, Lydia took a seat across from me while Alina took a seat on my right.

“Hi, Lydia, Alina,” I greeted.

“Hi, Y/N,” Lydia chirped.

“Hi,” Alina said.

 As soon as they sat, Sydney breezed in, her knit white DKNY dress catching the light as well as her diamond studs. She pushed a wavy strawberry blonde tendril out of her face as she took a seat at the head of the table and set her canvas Marc Jacobs tote on the glossy table.

“Hello, girls,” Sydney said.

“Hello, Sydney.”

Our unified voices sent a chill down my spine.

Finally, Sasha burst in, sweat coating her forehead as she quickly took the seat next to Lydia and adjusted her deep green wrap dress. “Sorry, there was a big crowd because of the rally.”

“It’s okay, Sasha. Just remember to factor in big events when you’re commuting for other meetings,” Sydney advised evenly.

Sasha seemed to gulp and nodded.

“That leads me to the topic of this emergency meeting. I know that the town hall on campus is going to be packed and it’s been a hot topic for weeks since it was announced. This morning, all the Greek presidents met and determined that each house will decide their own policy for attendance,” Sydney explained. “I’ve debated this for a while. Our high standards and reputation attract ambitious women and plenty of them will want to attend the town hall. However, I am also concerned about the safety of this event since there is so much opposition on both sides.”

Sydney paused.

“That is why I believe that no Si Chi girl should attend the event,” Sydney stated.

Even though she worded it softly, Sydney was forbidding all of us from attending. If anyone was caught, that would mean an automatic exit from the house.

“It’s especially important for us as leadership to be role models for the initiates. We must choose our events wisely and we don’t want any of them risking anything because of their ideologies or to try to go viral,” Sydney explained.

“It makes sense. Those pro-supes are rowdy,” Lydia agreed.

And ignorant, I thought.

“I’m all for supe rights but I don’t want to be caught in a riot,” Alina added.

“How do we communicate this to the other girls?” Sasha asked.

“Y/N can send something out in the house Discord.” Sydney smiled at me. “You know how to make it tasteful but authoritative.”

As much as I appreciated the compliment, I couldn’t stop thinking of how to persuade her. If I had my powers, this would be nothing but the only thing I had was my wits. The more I thought, the more I was concerned that my wits abandoned me.

“Well, that’s it unless anyone has something to add?” Sydney prompted.

Finally, I had something.

“Yes. I agree that everyone’s safety is important, but I don’t think we’ve thought about the political science majors. Their professors will be all over this and more and more of them want first-hand footage. I think discouraging everyone will put them at a real disadvantage,” I said.

My heart pounded in my ears as I watched the gears turn in Sydney’s head. It wasn’t my best work but it might have made a difference.

“It’s a shame but, they’ll have to figure something else out,” Sydney said.

“Well---”

“Have that done in thirty, okay?”

Sydney’s words were light but her eyes were so intense that my words stopped in my head. I nodded and she dismissed everyone. Sasha grinned widely at me as she stood and walked out.

“I guess your friend will have to figure something else out. With it being junior year and all, it’s even more important that she doesn’t fail anything,” Sasha said.

“Her name is Coco and even though this is an inconvenience she’ll figure something out.”

As confident as I was in Coco, I had no idea what I was going to do. Surprisingly, writing up the Discord message was easy, even though plenty of the girls were upset, it was a simple fix of, “If you’re disappointed, Sydney is more than happy to answer your questions.” However, I wasn’t sure how I was going to tell Jordan and Marie that I couldn’t help them get the information to Neuman.

Of course, the time we set to meet up outside of Shetty’s office arrived too soon and I found myself pacing down the hall, filled with dread the closer I got to Shetty’s office. When I arrived, the door was already open and my heart lurched into my throat.

Oh no, we’ve been caught, this won’t work, I panicked.

Then, I forced myself to take a deep breath and crept closer to the door. It took five more deep breaths for me to get the courage to peek around the corner. At first glance, Shetty’s office looked like it normally did: peaceful but professional. Her space was light and airy with the perfect amount of light from the sun seeping through the windows. However, when I looked closer, there were papers sprawled over her desk, something that she would never stand for.

Just as I started to creep in, Jordan popped up from behind the desk and cursed loudly when she saw me.

“You could have said something, freshie!” Jordan admonished, one hand pressed to her chest and another holding a file.

“Well, I didn’t know who was in here!” I defended, wandering further in. “You should have closed the doors behind you.”

Jordan smirked. “You say that like I’m not the one who taught you how to sneak into places. I would have just told whoever that Shetty needed me to find something.”

“Technically, you all contributed to teaching me that but okay.”

Then, I turned back towards the doors to start closing them when Marie slipped in. We nearly collided but I took a half step back.

“Shit, sorry!” Marie exclaimed.

“It’s fine, I guess it’s my karma.”

I let her slip past me and made sure the doors were secured behind us before joining her and Jordan at Shetty’s desk.

“Have you found anything yet?” Marie asked.

“No, just different files on different kids.”

I perked up. “Like the ones she checks in with?”

“I think so. I didn’t read any because that felt wrong.” Jordan paused. “And don’t go looking for your file; you need to be focused.”

“Fine,” I groaned playfully.

We decided it would be best for Jordan and me to go through Shetty’s physical files while Marie searched her computer. As I skimmed the documents, my brain circled around how I would tell them that I couldn’t go to the town hall. There was no great way to say, “Hey, I can’t help you expose a major conspiracy because my house president said ‘no’ and if I disobey, I’ll be ostracized.” I would find better words but that’s what it all boiled down to.

If only Si Chi and rankings didn’t matter so much.

Then, I paused at a newspaper clipping I found. It was from that plane crash a couple of years back, the one that Queen Maeve and Homelander failed to save. The thought of all those people dying made my stomach churn. As I kept reading, my stomach settled a little and I felt myself buzzing.

“Look.” I set the file down on Shetty’s desk and Jordan stepped closer and Marie swiveled in her chair.

“It’s from that plane crash,” Marie observed.

“Why would Shetty have a file on this?” Jordan asked.

“Because of this.” I flipped through the documents and pointed out the passenger list. “It’s right in the middle.”

After a few seconds of reading, both their eyes widened.

“Holy shit,” Jordan breathed.

“Her kid and her husband were on that plane; that’s why she hates all supes, it makes total sense,” Marie said.

“It’s only motive but, it might be useful for Neuman. But no one’s found anything on the Woods?” I asked.

Marie and Jordan shook their heads.

“Great, this couldn’t get worse,” Marie muttered.

Immediately, Shetty’s office door handle started jiggling and our eyes snapped to it.

“I thought you locked the door,” Jordan hissed.

“No, it would have been suspicious if the door was locked,” I whispered back.

“We don’t have time for this. Hide whatever you can.”

Frantically, we shoved the unimportant files in random drawers, and I kept the one about the plane crash under my denim jacket. Just when the door pushed open, someone dragged me down and I found myself sandwiched between Jordan and Marie underneath Shetty’s desk. It was a tight squeeze, and I didn’t think that I could move if I tried but, I was more focused on keeping my breathing even as someone entered the office.

“Nice digs. I guess this is what you get for screwing over everyone,” a masculine voice drawled.

“That’s Cardoza,” Jordan mouthed.

My eyes widened and I could feel my heart rate pick up. For a few seconds, I couldn’t focus on any of my surroundings, and I couldn’t hear anything either. This shouldn’t have been happening, I took my medicine, I knew I did.

Just breathe, Y/N, and use your exercise.

I see three of Jordan’s rings, I smell Marie’s hair oil, I feel really warm, and----

My thoughts were cut off by Marie grabbing my shoulders and muttering, “It’s okay.”

In the next few seconds, my heart rate slowed down, and I breathed a lot easier. I would have turned to thank her if it would have blown our cover.

For the next minute, Dr. Cardoza ranted about how his medical prowess was misused and how no one was supposed to get hurt.

“It was all for science! But screw science and me, right?” he bellowed.

Then, he got quiet for a second, but it was quickly filled by the sound of something trickling. Since she was in the most convenient position, Jordan poked her head out from her hiding spot only to immediately retract it and shake her head.

I hated where my imagination went.

Finally, the sound stopped, and the man groaned. “Here’s your precious data.”

Something plopped onto the desk, and we all perked up. As soon as the door slammed behind him, we rushed out from our hiding spot. Marie grabbed the USB that Dr. Cardoza dropped and plugged it into the computer. In seconds, we had everything that could expose Dean Shetty and the Woods. Some of the details made me wretch and some things did not need visuals but had them.

It was perfect ammunition.

“Wow,” Marie said.

“How long were they doing all this?” Jordan muttered.

I shook my head, grabbed the file from my jacket, and took pictures of the important parts. “I don’t know if I want to know at this point.”

After Marie grabbed the USB and we put everything else back to normal, we got out of that office as quickly as we could. While we walked down the hallway, my thumbs flew across my phone screen.

“I just sent the pictures to you both,” I said.

“Why? Are you afraid you’ll accidentally delete it?” Marie asked.

Okay, here it goes.

“I can’t go to the town hall,” I confessed.

“Are you scared? No one’s going to do anything, they’re all talk,” Jordan said. “And I wouldn’t let them touch you.”

“Neither would I,” Marie affirmed.

“I appreciate that but, it’s not out of fear. Si Chi girls can’t attend; president’s orders.”

They stopped walking at the same time, and I lagged a little, dreading facing them. At first, they both looked stunned then Jordan looked like she would strangle someone, and Marie was confused.

“That’s bullshit,” Jordan hissed.

“Yeah, they can’t tell you where you can and can’t go,” Marie agreed.

I shifted my weight from foot to foot. “Well, they sort of can. If I go, it’s immediate expulsion from the sorority.”

“But this is important. They have to make an exception,” Marie offered.

“I couldn’t tell them about this. Sydney would get an ulcer at the thought of breaking into the dean’s office and going through private files,” I argued. “Plus, if I told them about any of this, they’d think I’m a crazy conspiracy theorist.”

“This isn’t a conspiracy or a theory; they did this shit and no one did anything about it,” Jordan insisted.

I huffed. “I know that, Jordan, but I also know these girls and they don’t like to leave their comfort zones. Even though Sydney is one of the more progressive presidents, she still has to maintain the standards.”

“Even if it includes covering up Shetty’s plan to make everyone sick?”

I hesitated. “I…I’m not sure.”

Marie groaned. “Come on, Y/N, you don’t have to do every little thing they say. You’re high up in the house, doesn’t that mean anything?”

“Yes, it means more status and respect but also more eyes, so I’m almost double forbidden from going.” I sighed. “I’m sorry but, this is as far as I can go. Text or video call me if you need anything.”

The moment I turned on my heel and started walking away, I understood what a kicked puppy must feel like. I only made it a few steps before both grabbed one of my wrists.  

“Stop running,” Jordan said.

“I’m not running,” I argued.

“Bullshit, this whole thing is,” she challenged.

I paused and narrowed my eyes at Jordan. “It might be to you but it’s very important to me. It always has been.”

When I pulled at her hand, Jordan let me go and I turned to Marie, but her expression hardened.

“You don’t have to do this,” she insisted.

I scoffed. “Yes, I do. Vought already gave you their stamp of approval, so you’re set. I have to play it smart, and I can’t do anything to lose Si Chi right now.”

“That’s not fair, Y/N,” Marie said.

“It’s the truth, though. I’m on thin ice with not being able to use my powers and I can’t mess up anything else!”

Jordan stepped closer to me. “The Woods is bigger than anything at this school. Screw rankings, Si Chi, and GOD U. Shetty wants us all dead and you have a chance to stop her. You have a chance to be a hero.”

They were right, this was a fantastic opportunity to help people and make GOD U a better place. We had no idea how many kids were still trapped down there or what they were experiencing. This plot needed to be exposed and everyone needed to be held accountable. At any other time, I would have jumped at the chance to help but I couldn’t.

If only Sydney hadn’t given that order.

I wanted the ground to swallow me up and take me somewhere far away from the two pairs of deep brown eyes that bored into me. I also wanted Marie and Jordan to stop looking at me with such intensity; it just made everything harder.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“You’re not the only one risking your ranking here, you know. I don’t get why you insist on doing all this shit after everything,” Jordan spat.

I flinched at her tone and swallowed thickly. I knew she was referring to my family and how awful they were. The worst part was I didn’t know why I was like this either.

How could I have made so much progress just to end up back where I was?

Just a few hours ago, I was giggly about having a new girlfriend and partner. Before my meeting at Si Chi, I even made spreadsheets of some dates we could have and gift ideas for holidays and birthdays.

Seeing them both look at me with such hurt in their eyes almost broke me and I wanted to forget about the smug expression on Sasha’s face and Sydney’s tone. But, I just couldn’t.  

[rozcdust]

Oh no, he’s stupid

Pairing: Rindou Haitani x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Crack, Fluff

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of vomiting, antidepressants withdrawl, suggestive at the end

Your amazing, lovely, beautiful boyfriend assumes you’re pregnant.

Rindou is close to pulling his hair out as he stares at the website, reading over the text once, twice, three times-

You’re pregnant, you must be, all the symptoms line up, there is no way you’re not and- He doesn’t know how to react, actually.

Should he be happy? He’s deeply in love with you, you’re the light of his life and the reason he’s happy to wake up every morning, but, a kid? Is he even ready to be a dad?

His own old man was a bastard, a textbook example of a neglectful father, forcing Ran to take care of both himself and his brother at such an early age.

Would Rindou be any better? God, he hopes so, he can’t imagine putting you and his own child through the shit his old man put his mother through.

At first, he just assumed you ate something bad, or got a stomach bug, but as the weeks passed, you continued waking up early, every morning, before him, which is odd in and of itself, you usually prefer to sleep in, and you’re rushing to the bathroom and puking your guts out before you even ate something, and before he can even properly wake up, or react.

Not to mention, the mood swings, you started being more agitated and losing your patience quicker, and the headaches, as well as the fact you had trouble keeping down anything that wasn’t plain rice and soup.

Oh God, he’s gonna be a dad.

Still, he had to wonder, really wonder, why haven’t you told him? You must know you’re pregnant by now, there is no way you don’t know, and yet, you hadn’t uttered a peep about it, not even wanting to talk about your illness besides a few swift ‘I’m fine, Rin, calm your shit.’

Fuck, don’t you trust him enough to mention it? What if you think he’ll be a shitty father, what if- You should have known by now, after nearly 2 years of being together, that he’d support you in any and all choices, if you wanted to keep the baby, get rid of it, whatever you decided, he would be standing right by you, so why-?

Why?

There are too many thoughts racing through his head, but still, he decides to step up and do the best he could, to let you know he’s okay with that, with this, and that he’ll do his best to be the best goddamn dad there is.

He closes the current window on the browser, opens up a new one, and types in ‘Baby cribs’.

Just as he places in an order for a crib, multiple baby things - ranging from clothes, toys and other necessities - and a couple to things supposed to help pregnant people to ease the stress of literally carrying a fucking watermelon in their uterus, he feels a pair of eyes on his back, lingering in an uncomfortable stare.

He slowly turns around in his chair to find his stupid fucking brother, Kakucho and Kokonoi, wide-eyed in shock, their eyes rapidly moving between him and the monitor of his laptop.

Ran is the first to break out of his haze, and in a second that appeared to pass too fast, he throws himself at Rin, pressing his younger brother in a bone-crushing hug, pressing kisses all over Rindou’s forehead and hair.

“You’ll be a dad!” Practically squealing, his brother pulls him out of his chair, gripping him tightly as Ran spins both of them around in a circle, laughing almost manically, “I’ll be an uncle! Oh my God, I’ll be an uncle!”

“PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN!”

“I’LL BE AN UNCLE! YOU’VE GROWN UP SO FAST, RIN-RIN!”

“Congrats, man.” Kakucho smiles, his voice soft and quiet, but the smile on his face is lively, and quite telling that he too, is happy for the younger Haitani.

Kokonoi, as well, seems borderline ecstatic, already starting to mutter about how he’ll need to raise Rindou’s budget as he pulls out his phone, after all, kids are expensive, and how he can’t wait to see the little brat, and oh, how he hopes you’ll be okay-

Rindou is mildly surprised, but vaguely remembers Kokonoi mentioning once, when the man was significantly inebriated, that he likes children and babies, finding them adorable.

Ran (finally), puts him down, but he still holds his younger brother’s face in his hands, still planting kisses all over his face, and Rindou truly wants to fucking smack him in the moment.

“When’s the due date?” Smiling wildly, Ran asks.

“Not sure, honestly. Um, they haven’t even told me they’re pregnant yet, but they have all the symptoms.”

“They’ll probably tell you soon.” Kokonoi smiled, brightly, his voice rather reassuring.

Yeah, you’ll tell him soon, for sure.

Their excitement was starting to rub off on Rin, and he found himself rather happy now instead of unsure.

He’ll be a damned good dad to your child and an excellent husband to you, he’s fucking sure.

“What symptoms?” Sanzu suddently appeared out of nowhere, clearly having eavesdropped on the conversation.

Rindou was too happy to give a shit.

“Morning sickness, mood swings, dizzy spells, fatigue, it’s lasted for like a month now, the usual first signs of pregnancy, ya’know?”

Sanzu nodded, warily, seeming deep in thought, if the pink-haired junkie could even think.

Those did sound like symptoms of pregnancy, of course, but it also sounded-

Huh.

No, that can’t be it, and really, it’s not Sanzu’s job to meddle.

You groaned, slumped over the couch, utterly miserable and close to a breakdown, nausea rolling inside your guts like a tidal wave.

Your doctor warned you it might be like this for a while, but still, it has not prepared you for the whole plethora of suffering and terror it will include.

You hated this, and hoped it will pass as soon as possible.

And fuck, you know Rindou is getting worried, you still haven’t told him, after all, but you really did plan to, at least, after the nasty symptoms passed and you at last, had some peace.

Rindou stretched his body, glancing around the bare, spare room the two of you had in your apartment.

You were at work, and despite Rin’s protests, working a double, so he at last knew he’ll have time to decorate this and turn it into a baby room, it’ll for sure be a nice surprise.

The crib and everything else he ordered has arrived, and he’s been hiding it at Ran’s up until now, but since he finally had enough time to set everything up, and repaint the wall entirely, add a few shelves, put in a crib and add a few finishing touches.

You knew he was repainting and repurposing the spare bedroom, with the help of Ran and Kakucho, even made them snacks the few time before, you just didn’t know exactly why, and you didn’t comment much, except to say the lavender purple he chose for the room looked pretty.

Well, time to get to work.

You were so goddamn tired.

Doubles sucked, even more so when you’re so nauseous that you can’t even think properly, and you absolutely should have taken this day off, but fuck it, you had the previous week off, and you just needed to get out for a little.

Your lovely boyfriend greeted you at the door, beautiful as ever, even in just a plain shirt and sweatpants, grinning wildly, ear to ear.

“Hello, darling,” He kissed you, gently and deeply, his arms sneaking around your waist and pulling you flush against himself before you even had time to take your shoes off, “Go change and shower, I made us dinner, we’ll have a relaxing night in, okay?”

You smiled into the kiss, pressing your forehead against his.

“When you change, I have to show you something though.”

You tilted your head in curiosity, but obliged, skipping to the bedroom to strip out of your work clothes and into Rindou’s hoodie.

When you stepped out of your shared bedroom, he stood in front of the spare room, chest puffed put with pride and grinning like a maniac.

“Alright, mister, show me what’s up.” You smiled, tapping your foot in anticipation.

You assumed he turned the spare bedroom into an office space, maybe a DJ-room, after all, it was still a prominent hobby and a passion of his, and you wouldn’t mind.

“Ta-da!” He exclaimed, swinging the doors open.

You did not expect… This.

You stared in mild shock at the baby crib, multiple toys already in it and ornaments set on the wall, a rocking chair and a coffee table next to the crib, multiple children’s books carefully set on the shelves (when the hell did he add shelves? No, scratch that, when the hell did he have time to build a damn crib?), and to top it all off, lavender bed curtains hung off the ceiling, just above the crib.

You blinked.

“Babe… If you wanted us to have a kid, I’m sure there were… Less extravagant ways to ask.”

It was Rindou’s turn to stare at you, in confusion.

“What?”

“I mean, it is beautiful, don’t get me wrong, but shouldn’t we first, you know, be pregnant?”

“You are pregnant though?”

You turned to glare at your boyfriend, before looking down at your body, pinching the skin of your belly.

“Really? Do I look pregnant? I’m sure my weight stayed the same.”

Rindou wildly shook his head, lilac eyes wide and confused.

“No! No, I mean- Your illness this last month- It all lines up- You puke every morning, you have mood swings, dizzy spells-“

The sound of your laughter shut him up quick, and he stared at you as you turned toward him, cupping his face to kiss him softly.

“Baby, no. I’m going through withdrawal from my antidepressants, my doc took me off and it’s rough. You knew I was on those. I told you that before!”

Oh.

Oh.

Rindou, suddenly, felt very, very small.

You merely smirked, leaving a small kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“So, you’re not pregnant?”

“Nope.”

“We won’t have a kid in 9 months?”

“Not to my knowledge, no.”

“You don’t think I’d be a shitty dad?”

Your brows furrowed.

“No? Why the hell would you ask that?”

“I- I assumed you didn’t tell me because you thought I’d be a bad dad.”

The sound of your laugh echoed off the walls.

“You’re fucking stupid baby.”

He huffed defensively.

“Well, I know that now!”

“I’d think you’d be a great dad, the best there is, you’re already such an amazing boyfriend,” You smiled, looking him straight in the eyes, voice genuine, “No baby in here though, sorry. But…”

His breath hitched as you pressed him closer to you, hands sliding down his back to cup his ass.

“If you join me in the shower, we can work on that.”

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[emmyrosee]

He was bored.

No, more than that. He was lonely.

Bakugo knew what he was getting into the minute he decided to sever what little bit of rope you’d tried to keep weaved between you both, but in his mind, it was unavoidable. You were a hazard to a man and his job, all he’d worked for and all he’d succeeded to get to where he was.

But god damn, you were so hard to shake.

You’d found him broken, and you took the time to mend him back together, giving him all the love and patience you could give him, all the care and attention, when he couldn’t give two shits about giving you the same kind of love.

What Katsuki didnt take into count was how baron his house looked without your shitty little plants. How big it looks without your shoes scattered around. How cold his floor was without your clothes draped over the hardwood.

He didn’t take into account how boring the fan was to stare at.

How quiet it was with just the tv on.

It’s too fucking quiet in this goddamned apartment.

He knows it’s selfish to want you to come to him, he knows damn well he should be on his knees, begging for you to cave for him, but his ego would never let that happen.

Not when he could have you search him out on yours.

Calloused hands paw at the side table for his phone, the sudden brightness of his lock screen blinding him for a second. What used to be a picture of you is now one of some generic ocean scene- prior to that, and after you were changed, it was him, Kaminari and Deku, but rumor was Kaminari was making you happier than Katsuki ever could, and the last thing he’s in the fucking mood for is to see the blonde bimbo trying to build you back up after he tore you down so roughly.

No need for extra reminders.

He has your number still, which he sometimes regrets. It’s tantalizing for his thumb to hover over your icon on a good day, let alone tonight when he’s about to ruin your life all over again.

The angel on his shoulder begs him, pleads him to reconsider and leave you alone, while the devil reminds him that if he’s gotta suffer, he’s gonna take you with him. The angel screams to let you heal, let your heart mend, while the devil prevails and his thumb hits the call button.

It rings once. Then twice. Then a third, and he’s hating the way his second thoughts echo in his head. But he knows if he’s going to destroy your heart all over again, he’s gotta hold true- not bail out and leaving you with the wonder of why he called you at one a.m..

“Katsuki?”

He sinks his teeth into the bottom of his lip as your voice quivers over the other side of the phone, partially in sleepiness and partially in distress he assumes. He hums in acknowledgment, “hey babydoll.”

Your breath catches in your throat, “what do you want?”

You’re cute, trying to be stern. He sees right through you, he always has.

“Can’t I call to make sure you’re okay?”

“Not at fucking two in the morning,” you snap. “I’m not in the fucking mood for this.”

“You wound me, momma.”

“Stop,” You snarl. He smirks, but he does metaphorically step back from the line. “What do you want.”

“I want help changing my oil,” he says flatly. You don’t laugh, though he’s not surprised. “I want you, baby. Thought that was obvious.”

“You had six months to want me,” you say, and he hears your grit. “Six. Months. You don’t get to booty call me at one in the morning and say you just ‘want me.’ You’re full of it.”

He sighs, “this isn’t a booty call. Can’t I just miss you?”

“No.” He almost flinches from how angry you growl. But that angry facade doesn’t last- he hears a sob catch in your voice when you try to speak. “No,” you choke, and he fists his hands so hard they ache, always trying to calm himself from your defiance. “No. You told me we weren’t going to do this. I told you we were done with this.”

“Yeah?” He husks. “Since when do you ever listen to what I say? Looks like we’ve both got listening problems.”

“I’m hanging up-“

“Come on, baby,” he says, a rasp his throat. “Just… just tonight. Please.” He hates how weak he sounds, he knows he’s pathetic to manipulate you to come back to him after all he’s put you through. “I hate… this. It’s too cold, and I know your ass can’t sleep either.”

You’re silent on your end, and he’s almost ready to give up, but you croak when he finally moves the phone away from him. He brings the receiver back to his ear, “what was that?”

“I don’t want to miss you anymore.”

His heart sinks to his chest once he hears your watery, unsteady voice. He can practically see you, bringing your hoodie-clad hand up to cover your mouth to muffle your sobs. He hates this, hates himself for doing this to you, he’s such a fucking asshole.

Fuck, he needs you in his bed.

He needs to caress and love and hold you like the fucking creep he is, dangle the littlest fish in front of you before yanking it away to leave you broken.

“You don’t have to miss me anymore.” he sighs. “Come over.”

He knows manipulating you back into his arms is the most cruel thing he’s ever done, but it’s what he needs. You are.

“Katsuki, please stop-“

“I can come get you, too.”

“We’re bad for each other-“

“We’re not good for anyone else, either.”

You go silent again. Even on the other side of the phone, he knows your wall is crumbling, the wall you’d spent weeks building to protect your heart from him again, and he smirks. You never really were able to say no to him.

“I’m not… I don’t think it’s a good idea, Katsuki…”

“We don’t have to think it’s good,” he scoffs. When you say nothing, he licks his lips, “do you want me, too?”

“That’s not fair and you know it.”

He chuckles in spite of himself, “have I ever played fair?”

Okay. That one hurt- he’ll be the first to say that one felt dirty. He hears the slight shift in your throat, the way your noises catch, and the angel on his shoulder is about to apologize for ever bothering you when you finally pipe up.

He’s always known that if he lets his harsh, albeit true, words hang in the silence a beat longer than any non-manipulative person should, you’d always answer back.

This, apparently, has not faltered since he broke your heart.

“I’m driving,” you sniffle. “I have a meeting at 8 tomorrow. I need to be able to go to work first thing in the morning.”

He pokes his tongue in the corner of his cheek to keep the sound of his excitement from bubbling over, “see you soon, babydoll.”

The phone clicks off while he sighs happily, and he brings a massive paw up to his hair to card it back.

He’s an asshole. He’s the scum of the earth, he’s the worst man to scrape the face of the earth for all he’s put you through. But you’re his addiction, and the only dealer he can rely on, and he’ll be damned to let you go over one heartbreak he caused.

And he’ll drag you to hell just for one taste of heaven.

[erasermist]

One Piece Live Action Season 1 (includes spoilers):

Sanji Thoughts

As usual this is gonna be really ramble-y (rambly?) and honestly just me listing practically every instance I could see 😂 sorry if it doesn’t make sense! I just need to get all my feels out and this is the best place.

I just love Sanji’s characterization in this version. Don’t get me wrong, I love anime Sanji but there is just something about this version that I love too! I mean yea he a bit less flirty and actually has a little more style, but that’s not all. I love the way this Sanji is enamored with Luffy from the beginning. From the first time they really talk he is clearly comfortable with meeting this pirate in a straw hat and talks easily with him. Jumps immediately to telling Luffy his dream, to try and help Zoro at the cry from help from Luffy, and the offer Sanji makes to try and cheer Luffy up about Zoro where he will make anything for him if he only asks is so cute.

Sanji’s little smile in episode 6 after asking why Luffy would help defend the Baratie and Luffy just says “You fed us”… it’s perfect. In that moment, I think Sanji fell at least a little more in love with Luffy (platonic or romantic, I don’t really care how it’s viewed but love grew). And then his little smile when he asks about them needing a cook so he could join 🥲 it’s just so cute.

And his interactions with them all is just like he took on the role of older brother. I saw someone mention this before so it’s not like I’m the only one thinking it. In episode 7, the patience Sanji shows in talking to Luffy while fishing shows just how kind he is. And he is incredibly gentle when he leads the conversation o what Luffy is actually needing to talk about. And again when he traded a meal for time to speak with Nojiko, Sanji gives this soft look towards Luffy before gently steering the conversation to ask about Nami.

And even when Sanji sees that Buggy is making Usopp uncomfortable, he immediately sets out to silence him and makes a joke to try and calm Usopp down.

And in episode 8, even the usual Sanji - Zoro fighting only illustrates his kindness more, at least in this instance. During the fight against the Arlong Pirates, when Zoro looks like he is in pain from his injury, Sanji needles him to check on him.

He’s just so achingly kind! And I love him! Taz Skylar does an amazing job and I can only hope that he (and all the others) stay on with the live action for as long as it runs.

Edit: I can’t believe I forgot to mention his cuteness when he tells Luffy about the barrel idea!! He was so excited!

[jerzwriter]

Falling for You

Book: Open Heart (Book 3 Timeline) Pairing: Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey) Rating: Teen Words: 1,100 Summary: Ice skating has always been a big part of Casey's life, and for the eight months they had been together, she kept saying how much she was looking forward to doing it with Tobias. He tried to put it off as long as he could, but the day of reckoning was upon him... and panic set in. Could a quick call to his best friend, Kerry, calm his nerves? Or is Tobias about to fall flat. A/N: First and foremost, thank you to @weetlebeetle for this adorable commission of my little lovebirds. This is so precious, and I just adore it! Those of you familiar with some of my older fics may remember Kerry, Tobias's lifelong friend. Information about her and other OCs in my Tobias x Casey HC can be found here. She was instrumental in helping him and Casey get together, and she thought her work was done. Well... maybe not. lol

His fingers tapped against the coffee table, the dull thud echoing throughout his empty home. But it wasn't enough to release the nervous energy he was feeling, and before long, he was on his feet, pacing the length of the room.    

“Come on, come on! I know you’re off... answer!”

To the shock of many, Tobias Carrick had proven he could be a patient man, and it had paid off dearly, playing a big part in how he was happily coupled with the love of his life today. Casey. The mere thought of her usually brought a smile, but right now, it only amplified the fear coursing through his veins. He needed someone to help him through, and his best friend was the only one he trusted with the job. But his patience was wearing thin as he tried to reach her. About to disconnect the call, he finally heard her voice.

“T?” Kerry answered breathlessly. “What’s going on? You OK?”

“Thank God!” He exclaimed. “Where have you been?”

“At Brenda’s soccer game. I told you she was playing today.”

“Ah! That’s right,” he said, smacking his head. “I forgot; why don’t you get back to her.”

“Because after ten missed calls and as many texts saying ‘CALL ME,’ I assume you have something important going on. So, spill.”

Tobias fell back onto the couch with a sigh.  

“I have a big problem... I... I have a date tonight.”

“A date?” Kerry asked quizzically. “What’s so terrible about...” her face fell as she went silent, fearing the worst. “Tobias Charles Carrick... please tell me your date isn’t with someone other than Casey, because if it is, I swear to God I’m going to drive to Boston and kick your ass.”  

“What!” He gasped. “No! Don’t be ridiculous! Of course my date’s with Casey.”

“Good!” she said with relief. “But then what’s the drama? You have a date with your girlfriend, so?”

“Yeah, well... it’s an ice skating date.”

The line went silent again, then Kerry burst into a full belly laugh... not exactly the support or sympathy Tobias was seeking.

“That’s nice! Laugh it up! You won’t be laughing when I make a total ass out of myself, and she dumps me. I’m not stupid. I know you like her better than me.”

“Well, that goes without saying,” Kerry teased while wiping a tear from her eye. “She’s far more likable than you. But what the hell possessed you to go on a skating date?”

He ran his hand down his face with another weary sigh. “Obviously, it wasn’t my idea. But Casey loves skating, and she’s good, really good. Like almost did it competitively when she was younger, good. And I’m....”

“Far more suited for a basketball court. Not gonna lie, T, you suck at ice skating.”

“Thank you.”

“What? I’m just stating facts. The time we went skating on Mr. Belmont’s pond remains one of my most horrifying childhood memories. I thought for sure we were going to lose you that day; little did I know you’d end up sending your brother to the emergency room instead.”

“Hey! In my defense, if that idiot hadn’t been trying to make me fall, he wouldn’t have ended up with my skate blade in his thigh.”

“Jordan can’t help being obnoxious," Kerry laughed. "It’s a Carrick family trait.”

“All well and good, but the last thing I want to do is impale Casey tonight."

"Really?" Kerry chided. "And here I thought that was usually your goal?"

"Very funny, Ker. I'm being serious here! I don’t want her realizing the error of her ways and kicking me to the curb.”

“For the love of God, Tobias... do you hear yourself? Do you think you may be exaggerating just a little? It’s ice skating. Take a deep breath, and just go and have fun.”

“But what if I fall on my face?”

“So what if you do? That’s part of what makes it fun. Just relax and enjoy the time together. Knowing Casey, she’d probably find you falling all over the ice endearing.”

“You think so?”

“YES! As hard as it is to believe, she loves you for you... not your ability to qualify for the 2026 Winter Olympics.”

“You’re right,” he surrendered, his heart feeling lighter.

“I usually am. Now, just go and have fun. Let me know how it went later.”

Buoyed by Kerry’s words, Tobias set off for his date, and just hours later, they sat at the side of a beautiful rink just outside of Boston. Casey grinned from ear to ear as she laced up her skates, oblivious to her boyfriend’s inner turmoil.

“I’m so excited,” she beamed. “I’ve been waiting to do this with you since we started dating! I love sharing the things I love with you."

“Yeah,” he chuckled nervously. “I do, too.”   He pulled the laces tightly around his ankle, hoping against hope that a skate malfunction would spare him, but when he realized that wasn’t to be, he took her hand to confess. “Case... I’ve gotta tell you something.”

“Sure,” she smiled. “What’s up?”

“I... I kind of suck at this. I haven’t gone skating since I was twelve years old, and that time, I sent Jordan to the ER.”

Casey’s eyes widened, "You did?" she asked, her melodious laugh filled the air. She placed her gloved hands on his frigid cheeks and pulled him in for a tender kiss.

“Tobias, skating skills really aren’t high up on my list of traits I find desirable in my partner. Let’s just go and have fun, baby. That’s all I want to do.”

They took to the ice hand-in-hand, and while Tobias stumbled and fell throughout the afternoon, he wasn’t embarrassed. Instead, they laughed, teased, and shared a whole lot of kisses. He felt foolish for worrying so much, and the date served as a reminder that the best memories are those made when we let go of fears and enjoy time with the ones we love.

Hours later, they were toasty warm in his car as they headed back to Boston. Smiling as she recalled the day, Casey rested her head on his shoulder.

“That wasn’t so bad after all, was it?” she smiled.

“No, it wasn’t.”

“Still, I don’t think it’s something you’ll want to do too often,” she grinned.

“But you love skating,” he replied. “And if you love it, then I’ll love going with you.”

“You don’t have to,” she assured. “There are plenty of other things I love doing with you. I got you on skates once; that's all that matters.”

As she said that, a little lightbulb went off Tobias’s head, and a tiny grin came to his lips. “Yeah.  At least we got to do it once.”

~~~~~

A/N 2: Tobias recalls that he knows someone else who skates really well... and right now, his wheels are spinning. More to come! :)

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[rogueshadeaux]

Chapter Thirty —  Infamous

“Well, sometimes if you have someone listen to something they haven’t heard before, they might notice something you didn’t.” Zeke patted the top of a sealed ammo case. “Gain a new perspective. I have a buncha dead drops I’m gonna have to listen to, and I need a conduit’s opinion.” 

5k words | 20 min read time | TRIGGER WARNINGS: more goddamn lore and links (i love you guys but it's messy work /s), references to death, disease, catastrophe.

Zeke eventually came back as we finished organizing the papers, taking a moment to crack his neck before looking down at us. “Y’all look about done,” he commented. 

Brent nodded. “Nearly, but I don’t think there’s anything here that’ll help.”

I couldn’t help but agree. There was a ton on Celia taking out less-than-desirable people, and while I wasn’t sure yet how to feel about the death of those guys, I knew it wasn’t enough to lead us anywhere. 

“Yeah, that’s how it goes sometimes,” Zeke sighed, moving back into the kitchen. “But keep an eye out and an open mind — sometimes things connect in ways you weren’t expecting. Now, your pops is making a call, trying to connect with someone that might have some old info we passed to her years ago. I’m sure when he comes back he’ll go over everything y’all found and see if something stands out.”

I stood, grabbing the little empty mug of coffee and moving to the kitchen with the intention of getting some water, letting the stream run over my hand for a few seconds to take in that peaceful feeling that always came with draining. I screwed my eyes shut and tried to let the calm wash over the anxiety in my chest — and nearly screamed as it jump started my heart and sent it soaring when I opened my eyes to see Zeke standing inches away on my side, arms crossed. 

“You good?” He asked me. 

Other than nearly having a heart attack because he snuck up on me? “I’m…okay.” I answered. “Just worried. What if all of this is useless, you know?”

“We’re just covering our bases, kid.” He said heartedly. Cheerfully. Way too happily for it still being nine in the morning. “We find nothing here, we’ll just go lookin’ somewhere else. Now,” he raised his voice a bit so it would flow over to Brent, turning so he could regard us both in his sight. “If y’all are done with those files, I could use some fresh ears on some things I have.” 

Brent cocked his head a bit, glancing between Zeke and I. “What do you mean?”

“Well, sometimes if you have someone listen to something they haven’t heard before, they might notice something you didn’t.” Zeke patted the top of a sealed ammo case. “Gain a new perspective. I have a buncha dead drops I’m gonna have to listen to, and I need a conduit’s opinion.” 

“You want…our help?” I asked. 

“Why not?” Zeke shrugged. “Figured it’s the best crash course for y’all — you’ve gotta learn what really happened with the Beast and First Sons and all that, anyways. Figure it’d be better to have sources.” 

So we started helping set up Zeke’s desk, moving piles of papers and magazines Zeke threw his hand over and insisted were nothing to make room for this weird little device he seemed to pull out of thin air. “What’s that for?” Brent asked, somehow managing to hold a printer like it was a weightless purse. 

“This? Just a little doohickey I made to listen to the dead drops. It’s either this, or I hunt down equipment that’s older than y’all two — and I’m not usually lucky in bidding wars on eBay.” 

“You made this?” Brent balked. Excitement quickly overtook his eyes, and I knew he was about to demand to know everything about the gadget as he soaked in the ingenuity. He’d be an inventor if he had the patience to fail.

I let the two ramble on about technical words that escaped me as I finished cleaning off Zeke’s desk, grabbing the ammo case he had brought over and opening it. There was a dank smell that wasn’t at all pleasant, the dozens of little chips in it settling with the same sound LEGOs in a bin did. When there was a lull in conversation, I looked to Zeke, asking, “Why haven’t you uploaded these to a cloud or something? It would make storing them easier.” And it would smell less like swamp, too. 

Zeke, though, scoffed. “What, put them online where anyone could claim them? Where the government probably has a backdoor and could delete ‘em for good? Absolutely not.”

He turned to hook the device up to the computer, giving Brent the chance to look at me and shrug. 

Dad came into the room just as Zeke finished hooking up the device, and looked between the three of us. “I’m gonna go talk to Eugene, and then I’ll be back down here to help.” He glanced at the papers on the ground. “You guys organize everything?”

We both nodded. “There’s one pile of random stuff I couldn’t really link together, but yeah,” Brent added.

Dad hummed. His eyes breezed over the room but didn’t really seem to settle on any one thing. “Alright, I’ll be right back,”

He disappeared from the room as quickly as he came. 

“He seems distracted,” Brent muttered to me. 

“Hopefully in a good way,” I added. 

“Hopefully in a way that gets us more food. I’m starving.”

“You just ate!”

“Yeah — eggs.” Brent complained in a whisper. “You think that’s enough?"

I shot him a glare just before Zeke turned back around. “Alright, I think the thing’s set up. Pass me a chip, Jean?”

I nodded, grabbing one randomly and laying it in Zeke’s outstretched hand. “You’re sure this will work?”

“Well,” he popped his mouth as he inserted the chip and opened something on his computer. “It either works or explodes.”

“Explodes?”

“Yeah. So you two might wanna step back for a moment till we know which is which,”

Brent and I listened without another word, moving into the living room. I couldn’t help but notice how Brent stood in front of me, arm twitching like it was ready to grow a shield as Zeke finished pressing some buttons and breathed deeply before switching the machine on, flinching as he did so. 

No big boom came, though; there was a shrill trill of static, a sort of vibrating tone like it was calibrating, and then the most shocking noise — a British voice. 

“Audio report. Final.” The British voice says on the recording in between bursts of loud bangs. “The door won't hold them. I've done what I could to reverse the damage I've unleashed on the world. After Bertrand took control of the First Sons, I chose to stay on and I committed further acts of horror up under his twisted leadership. His resources allowed me to finish the RFI. That is all that matters. My God, I hope it works.” There’s another loud bang, loud enough to make me jump in place. “I hope it exceeds my wildest expectations and put an end to the Plague—”

There was this huge screeching sound as metal itself was broken, clinking against the floor.

“Forgive me Kuo,”  the voice rushes to say, “I wish I could've warned you—” 

It cut off as the sound of a chair scraping against the floor raked through the static, and then there were punches. That same British voice huffed out in pain until the recording became muffled and then forcefully turned off.

We both stayed silent as Zeke seemed triumphant with the success of the device. “Who was that?” Brent eventually asked, the first to shake off the stupor of what we just heard. 

“Sebastian Wolfe,” Zeke explains, turning his chair slightly so we were in his eyesight. “He was one of the head First Sons scientists.”

“He was trying to end the plague?” I asked. 

Zeke leaned back in his chair, biting on his tongue for a moment. “He…he was. Or, did,” He began. “That’s what the RFI was for,”

“What’s an RFI?” Brent asked. 

Zeke didn’t get to answer; Dad was coming back down the stairs, standing at the foot of them and leaning against the frame of the stairwell. “It’s what stopped the Beast.”

I cocked my head to the side, looking between Dad and Zeke. “I thought…I thought Cole defeated the Beast?”

“He did,” Zeke rushed to say. “He did. But it wasn’t like in the stories where David knocks down Goliath and wins. He had to make a hard choice.”

“The RFI purged ray field energy.” Dad took over. “Cleared it, and that included what was in the magnetic field at the time. Taking it away killed the Beast, but it’s also why almost every conduit died. None of us can survive without it.”

“So that’s….that’s what the mass death was?” I asked. “People said it was because of the Beast dying—”

Dad scoffed, sounding rather annoyed at the idea. “We aren’t minions to something bigger,” He said. “It’s not like we can’t survive without the Beast. Obviously we can — he’s gone. But think about it for a second; if the truth was told, and everyone knew there was a device to kill Conduits — you think there wouldn’t be certain people trying to use it?”

Brent and I glanced at each other; no, it was very likely there would be someone trying to remake the device. And I didn’t like that idea at all. 

“I’ve been hiding the notes on the RFI for years so that no one would have that sorta power,” Zeke said. “It didn’t work the first time — it just caused pain. I don’t want it to cause any more.”

My brow knit, and I realized something; the Beast happened in 2011. But Dad…Dad was older than that. “Dad?” I asked. He looked at me, raising an eyebrow in a silent prod to continue. “How did…how did you survive?”

Dad rubs the scruff on his chin. “Don’t know. None of us do.”

“Everyone’s been wondering since they started comin’ back,” Zeke said. “Or, when some didn’t die. It was supposed to work.”

“It was supposed to kill Conduits.” Brent said flatly beside me. “That sounds more like genocide than saving.”

Zeke looked over at Brent with a surprising fire in his eyes. “It would have killed either way. You know how many people would have died if Cole didn’t use the RFI? The plague wasn’t just killing regular humans, kid—anyone with the plague was dying. Conduits included.”

“Inactivated Conduits,” Dad corrected. “Which means I would have died, too, if I caught it.”

Brent had the foresight to at least look remorseful at the fact. “So if you weren’t activated or had the gene, you were just fucked?”

“Brent—”

“C’mon, Dad—”

Zeke interrupted. “Yep. No powers…no survival.”

That silenced the room. No powers, no survival. Cole was literally stuck having to choose between the needs of the many, or the needs of the few—there were even less Conduits then than there were now. Imagine killing off the entire population just to save, like, 7% of it. 

I couldn’t imagine how he felt making that choice, no matter how right it was. 

Zeke eventually sighed, saying, “Hand me another chip, please.”

I nodded, looking down at the case in my hand and picking one at random. Zeke took it from my outstretched hand and wiped down its surface with the hem of his shirt. He takes a deliberate amount of time hooking it up to the device, long enough that Dad leaves to look at the files Brent and I organized and Brent moves to sit back on the couch. 

There was another harsh burst of static before the audio of the next file came through. “Audio surveillance file X76,” that same British guy, Wolfe, said. “Meeting with John White and Lucy Kuo.”

“I wanted to, eh,” a really deep and really grainy voice came on the speaker, “Advise you of a recent incident. Kessler’s plan is unclear to me, so I’ll just stick to the facts: Kessler kidnapped MacGrath’s girlfriend, Trish, and dangled her off of a rooftop.”

“Holy shit,” Brent murmured as my hand came over my mouth. 

“He said MacGrath had time to save her. But there was another rooftop with six doctors about to die. MacGrath had to choose.”

Dad shook his head from his place on the floor. Cole had to choose between six innocent people and his girlfriend? That had to be horrible!

A feminine voice, clean and disgusted, simply said, “Sick!” while Wolfe responded with “Madness!” in his best impression of an aghast 1800s European settler. 

That grainy deep voice came back on. “He…tried to save his girlfriend. I dunno, maybe he was selfish, but…” he inhaled deep enough for the recording to catch it, “I can’t say I wouldn’t have done the same.” Then he scoffed. “Kessler killed them all anyway.”

“Of course,” the feminine voice muttered. 

“Evidently he wanted to toughen up MacGrath before the Beast arrives.” The deep voice said. “And who knows — maybe he succeeded. MacGrath definitely seems tougher than I’ve ever seen him.”

The dead drop beeped, signaling its end and leaving us all with so many questions. 

“Who was Kessler?” I asked first before anyone else could speak. 

Zeke sighed, rubbing a hand over his eye like it was too early for a conversation like this. Maybe it was. “He was the leader of the First Sons.” Zeke started. “Took over the position from some guy he overthrew, I forget his name. Robert? I dunno. I know his son’s name was Alden Tate,” Zeke paused, turning his chair to face all of us. “Kessler wanted Cole to be the one to fight the Beast.”

“So he killed his girlfriend to get him to do it?” Brent asked, incredulous.

“It was about the choice,” Dad realized from the side. “Be selfish, or worry about the greater good.”

Zeke nodded. “And he picked the wrong answer. They all died.”

“How is saving your girlfriend the wrong answer?” Brent demanded. 

I ran a finger along the texture of my cast. “It isn’t exactly caring about the greater good…” I murmured. “The doctors probably…they would have been a lot more helpful in Empire City, if it was as bad as Zeke says.”

Brent glared at me. “So you’d sacrifice someone for that? If it was me or Dad or—”

“I didn’t say I would!” I shot back, rolling my eyes. Brent could be so short-sighted, it was annoying.

“Guys,” Dad said off on the side, glaring at us both pointedly. His eyes flicked over to Zeke, who looked like he was going through the five stages of grief as fast as he possibly could. 

“He was going to propose to Trish, later that year,” Zeke said, more to himself than anyone. “He wasn’t…he didn’t want to lose that. It had broken him.”

I think it would have broken anyone. 

“Was that the idea?” Dad asked Zeke. “Make him get used to making those hard choices?”

Zeke nodded. “Yeah. That’s what Kessler told him, anyway. He needed someone that would be able to make the decision, in the end. That could fight the Beast and have nothing to lose.”

“That’s messed up,” Brent uttered. “He basically groomed MacGrath.”

“Messed up ain’t even the half of it, kid.” Zeke said. He sighed hard, and then motioned silently for me to give him another dead drop. 

Wolfe’s voice crackled on. “Audio surveillance of Agent John White, file D102.”

That same deep voice was back, but crystal clear this time. That must be the guy, John White. “I was carrying the Ray Sphere out of the lab when Kessler stopped me. It was...it was strange. He said that I had an important destiny, that I'd accomplish great things.”

Wolfe hummed. “I used to be a skeptic, but many of his predictions actually do come true.”

The guy, John, hesitated to answer. “I don’t know…the way he looked at me? Made me want him to be wrong.”

The dead drop ended there, the most useless one so far. 

At least, I thought so. Dad, however, felt otherwise. “Who was John White?” He asked Zeke. 

Zeke hesitated. “He, uh…he was an NSA agent. Him and Kuo, they were both supposed to infiltrate the First Sons and get more information on them.”

Dad’s brow furrowed. “I thought…I thought that the government funded the First Sons?” 

Zeke threw his head side to side as he tried to figure out how to explain this to Dad. “Well, yes, but they didn’t know they were. The woman in charge of DARPA at the time had a deal with Kessler on the side. You know, under the table, ‘you scratch my back I’ll scratch yours’ sorta stuff. She knew of the First Sons because of their investigations, and then she found out about the Ray Sphere.”

Dad scoffed. “Hear about some magic eight ball that can give you powers, and of course you’ll be interested.”

“Exactly.”

“But why would Kessler think that this White guy was important?” Brent asked from the side. “What, could he see into the future or something?”

Zeke didn't answer that immediately. His eyes sorta traveled off like Dad’s always did when talking about his past, when he was reliving memories that left bad tastes in his mouth, and he inhaled deeply. “John helped us in Empire City, during the quarantine. He tracked down the Ray Sphere and him and Cole destroyed it.”

After a breath, Zeke added. “It also killed him. At least, we thought it did.”

A shadow seemed to come over Zeke’s face, and from where I was, I could see the grip he had on the arm of his chair tighten. “What happened?” I asked softly. 

Zeke’s next breath was a bit shuddered. “It activated him. John was the Beast.”

“Oh, shit.” Dad murmured. Brent was too shocked to throw in his own curse words. "So Kessler made the Beast,” Dad scoffed. “Glad to know the First Sons have been the root of every problem.”

“None of this makes sense,” Brent murmured, head in his hands. 

I couldn’t help but agree with Brent; my mind was reeling. Not only was there some group with science advanced enough to activate Conduits, but they managed to make the Beast. They created the creature that killed millions and practically turned the east coast into a wasteland. 

Zeke had us listen to more dead drops, explaining things along the way; Kuo was another agent tasked with collecting intel at the New Marais First Sons’ base, and Dr. Wolfe was recording these dead drops behind both her and John White’s backs to send to the NSA so they could make sure there was no backstabbing going on. Other recordings featured Joseph Bertrand III, the guy I knew from our history books as the Alt. Right businessman-turned-politician that people contributed with starting the ‘small government’ movement that led to his easy fascist takeover in New Marais. Apparently racist rhetoric and anti…well, anything he deemed sinful wasn’t enough, because he was the head of the First Sons’ New Marais base as well, in search of power. He took the First Sons’ assets the moment Kessler died and used everything to fund his fascist army, the Militia, passing Dr. Wolfe human test subjects to play with along the way. 

Those test subjects are what caught Dad’s attention, especially as Dr. Wolfe recorded himself speaking to one. 

“I paid a visit to the First Sons' dorms where the Vermaak men were housed.” Dr. Wolfe said into the mic. “Subject 881 approached me and we took a walk. The recording follows.”

“You seem…” the accented voice hesitated. “Agitated, Doctor.”

“I figured out what Bertrand has in store for you. He's going to use the Transfer Device, isn't he?” Dr. Wolfe demanded. 

881 sighed. “Sorry, you know I can't say.”

Wolfe wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “Do you know who the Conduit is?” he demanded. 

“I just... can't comment on this.” 881 talked over him, and I could only imagine the head shake that came with it.

Dr. Wolfe switched to pleading, saying, “You need to know something. The transfer procedure was never designed to split abilities among multiple recipients. I don't know what it will do.”

“You…” 881 drew off, “Just got my attention.”

Dr. Wolfe continued, “Theoretically you'll all be ‘over-clocked,’ so to speak. You'll receive a portion of the true Conduit's power but your body will wear itself out trying to sustain it! You may go insane.”

There was a pause, and then the Vermaak soldier asked, “Why are you telling me this, Doctor? Bertrand, he wouldn't like it.”

Dr. Wolfe sighs hard. “I'm not a brave man, but if I'm right and you and your men lose control, then I'll have far more to fear from you than Bertrand.”

“Did he…” Dad asked the moment the dead drop beeped, signaling its end. “Did he say the Vermaak?” 

“Yep.” Zeke swiveled in his chair to face Dad. “Bertrand took out a contract with this private military group and used those guys to make Conduit soldiers. He planned to sell ‘em overseas.”

“I know that name.” Dad hums. “Vermaak 88. They were like some version of green berets from Africa, I think. Reggie worked with them on his tour in Iraq. They were…pretty ruthless, from what he told me when he came back.” 

“Yeah, that’s why Bertrand hired them originally — for protection,” Zeke hummed, already digging in the ammo crate for another chip he deemed worthy enough to listen to. “At least, that’s what everyone thought. Turns out, he was being paid under the table to make superhuman soldiers for a buncha war lords.”

“So he was hired, not the other way around?” I asked, Zeke nodding in response.

“Yep. Only guy in the world that had a power transfer device before Brookie and her government funding walked into the picture.” Zeke held up a chip, examining it close. “One on one, the transfer worked damn near flawlessly. Cole only was out for about four minutes when he did it—”

“Woah, wait,” Brent hummed, holding out a hand to pause Zeke’s tangent. “Cole was a forced Conduit?” 

Zeke let the hand holding up the chip fall, chuckling a bit. “No, no — well, if you don’t count the Ray Sphere as forced. Jury’s still out on that one. But Cole had gotten another power from someone. Kuo, actually.”

Dad’s head tilted slightly. “You mean…he had more than one power?” he asked, eyes betraying how much the statement confused him. I couldn’t blame him; there wasn’t any other Conduit I knew that had more than one power. Anyone but him.

Zeke seemed to realize this as well, saying, “Yeah — he wasn’t as strong in the other power as his electricity, but he could use both on a whim. Sometimes even combined the two, that was always cool to see.”

Dad’s confusion grew, and something else played in his eyes: betrayal, maybe? “He could use both at the same time?” Dad asked, almost disbelieving. 

Zeke nodded. “Yep. Sorta together, more than anything. Like he needed some of his electricity to work the power.”

Brent’s brow furrowed. “That’s nothing like how you do it,” he muttered, looking at the floor before glancing up at Dad.

Dad’s eyes were now off of Zeke and facing the wall, boring a hole into the wood as he chewed on his cheek. “It’s not.” He agreed, seeming to hate the fact that he did. He glared at the grain a bit longer, like the patterns would shift and give him the answers to his unasked questions, before slightly shaking his head, refocusing on Zeke. “He used a power transfer device for that? Like the one Augustine had?”

Zeke nodded. “Well, similar. Couldn’t tell you what the old one was like, considering it blew up before anyone else got a chance to play with it. I wasn’t even there when Cole hooked himself up to it.”

“So he was the only one to use it?” I asked before Dad could. 

“Well, him and the Vermaak.” Zeke replied, bringing up the corner of his shirt to try and polish the dead drop chip in his hand. “You heard Dr. Wolfe — Bertrand had him use the device on multiple people at once. Dunno how, and they all escaped before we could find out more. So we were stuck not only fighting the Militia, but a bunch of half-sane ice soldiers while trying to prepare for the Beast—”

Everyone’s heads snapped around to look at Zeke so fast that he nearly dropped the ammo crate in surprise. “Ice soldiers?” we managed to chorus, only half a beat off from each other. 

“Y–yeah?” Zeke stuttered, looking between the three of us. “They were transferred ice powers from Kuo, after she was activated. Cole too.”

Brent and I both glanced at each other before looking at Dad, who was staring at Zeke with a blank face before it cracked. His hands came up to press into his eyes. “Fuck,” he said, beginning to pace, “Fuck!”

Zeke was absolutely bewildered. “What, uh…why does that matter?”

I sighed hard on the side. “I was frozen by ice soldiers, in the fight with Augustine.”

“Oh, shit,”

“You know,” Brent deadpanned, leaning back on the loveseat. “Seems like everything comes back to the First Sons,”

“Always does,” Zeke huffs. 

Dad was still pacing, arms crossed now. “Bertrand was in charge here,” he muttered, a hand coming up to rub his face. He lifted his head, raising his voice slightly. “The ice soldiers were here. We’ve got to find their old base, maybe there’s something we could find that connects them to Archangel—”

“Delsin, this was some twenty-odd years ago,” Zeke said. “There’s a very small chance there’ll be anything left, between the military and any sorta urban explorers.”

“And they didn’t know what we do now,” Dad snipped. “There’s got to be something that can help us” He stopped, spinning in place to face Zeke. “Do you know where it is?”

Zeke hesitated. “I…I don’t. At least, I don’t remember. But one of these dead drops gotta have something that’ll help us,”

So we were stuck listening to more: of John White, telling the others how six blocks in Empire City were blown to bits when it was activated; of Bertrand, convinced he was doing something to honor God by gathering prisoners to test his own Ray Sphere on. 

There was a crackle, and then that same British voice again, far less panicked this time. “Audio surveillance of Agent Kuo, file G27,” he said.

 “I got my hands on an Echelon phone transcript the day Kessler detonated the Ray Sphere. He requested a very specific bike courier for the job.” She began. 

“Do you mean Cole MacGrath?” Dr. Wolfe asked. Brent’s head snapped around to look towards Zeke and his speakers now.

“There’s more,” The woman, Kuo, says. “I–I may have found some important new insight on Kessler, but I can't make it out. Kessler knew Cole MacGrath had the conduit gene, that's pretty clear, but I can't find his name in the First Sons database.”

“So…” Wolfe hesitated, “How did Kessler know Cole MacGrath had the gene?”

“Exactly.”

“Do you think they’re related?” Wolfe almost immediately asks after.

Kuo hesitates on the tape. “Huh…you know, I can try to find that out.”

The tape immediately goes dead, as if it was edited to the end of that exact statement. Dad was looking up from a file in his hand to where Zeke was, asking. “So who exactly was Kuo in all of this?”

“NSA Agent Lucy Kuo,” Zeke said, spinning his chair to face Dad. “She found us in Empire City and told Cole she had a way to make him powerful enough to fight the Beast.”

“And she was the ice conduit?”

“Yep.”

Brent was up himself now, having too much pent up energy. He was matching Dad’s steps earlier, pacing around the room. “How did he get more powerful to fight the Beast?”

“Blast cores,” Zeke says simply.

“Did the NSA know she was a conduit?” Dad interrupted before Brent could ask what the hell a Blast core was.

Zeke shakes his head. “Just that she had the gene. Bertrand’s the one that activated her, actually.”

I raised a hand like I was in class; this conversation was cool and all, but none of it was related to the very big piece of information in the dead drop we just heard. “Wait,” I started. “So — Kessler; he was in charge of the First Sons, right?” Zeke nods. “Okay, but then…how did he know Cole was a Conduit?”

Zeke had put on his glasses at some point, trying to mark each chip with a little code to signify what was on it. Now, though, he took them off, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “If I told ya, you wouldn’t believe me.” He said. 

What kind of an answer was that? 

Dad seemed just as perplexed. “What do you mean? We need to know everything we can if we’re going to figure this out—”

The stairs creaked, and Dr. Sims came down into the room, sighing hard. “Decoding that journal is gonna be harder than I thought,” he started, looking at Dad. “But I did get the emails,”

He said that last bit with that tone of voice Dad would use when he told us he got a message from our teacher when we were bad at school: We need to talk about it. 

“Kessler was a piece of shit, who knew too much for his own good,” Zeke responded, completely ignoring Dr. Sims’ intrusion. “It would be easier if we just left it at that.”

“But why choose Cole?” Brent asked, bewildered. “I mean — no offense to, you know, your old friend — but he was just an electricity Conduit. Why not pick someone stronger to fight against the Beast? Like Dad?” 

Dad ignored Brent’s praise to glare disapprovingly at Zeke. “You can’t hide something valuable like this,” he protested. “It could be exactly what we need to figure out what the hell is going on.” 

Zeke opened his mouth to respond when Dr. Sims interrupted. “Zeke,” he called gently. “They need to know.”

The argument in Zeke’s chest died on the tip of his tongue, and he made a weird noise as he deflated. He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair as he chewed on his tongue, seemingly debating how to start this. Whatever he was going to say looked like it stressed him out to even think of. 

And I definitely wasn’t prepared for what came out of his mouth next. 

“Kessler was Cole. He traveled back in time after the Beast destroyed the world to try and stop it from happening.”

[kazemi-archive]

Ship your moots?

Hq boys for some of my lovely lil moots <3 I know I missed some but I only did like 15 here bc overwhelming I’m sorry

Shipping

@zorotits — Lina w Kyōtani. Literally the first boy I associated you with and you were the first to ever make me simp for him. You and him fight all the time and then it gets so flirty (read: you get so flirty) and he doesn’t know what to do. Gets so flustered around you for reals and you get the biggest kick outta it. Just kiss already god.

@mattsunkawa — Echo w Mattsun. Specifically me Mattsun and Makki. We’re a package deal. No but really I think Mattsun would totally protect you and take care of you but still be silly and joke around with you. Definitely going to get drunk with you and sing loudly (even if he’s terrible).

@northofneverland — Wendy w Kita. KITA! You’re his queen and there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you. Cross the galaxy for you change everything if you asked—without you asking. He wants to take care of you in every way, you’re only working if you want to. He adores you bby.

@nanamoonie — Aimsies w Semi. He’s gonna write and sing you songs. He’s down so goddamn bad for you. He’s always gettin caught watching you with a silly lil smile on his face. Blushes so hard when he gets caught too but he just can’t help it.

@maplesuna — Maple w Atsumu. Hahaha he’s such a simp too. He tries to get your attention so much in the most annoying ways. Any of your attention is good in his eyes even if you’re yelling at him for doing something dumb. AND YOU HATE THAT IT WORKS. You find yourself smiling and you’re immediately wiping it off your face like—no shit not that annoying fuck 😂

@toorumi — Bay w Oikawa. Is there another answer? No. You’re Mrs. Oikawa. Pls tho I think you’re def there to bring him back down to Earth, remind him to take care of himself and he loves to take care of you too. Make sure you’re happy and loving everything around. High energy for you but will calm down if you need it.

@sookisaurus — Risu w Tendou. He adores you and your energy (just like me) thinks you’re his literal angel. He’s got so much love to give to you and sometimes treats you like a princess—sometimes bc it’s when he’s not being an absolute menace and stickin things on high shelves or holdin them above your head.

@haithamuse — Esther w Suna. He’s a menace too. I swear if you’re not paying attention he’s whining until you let him stick his head in your lap when you’re playing games. Doesn’t even wanna talk either just be attached to you. But you make him super soft and he’ll do anything you ask.

@unknownspecies — Zoya w Ushijima. He’s got the patience to deal with your psycho ass (affectionate). You’re like a feral child hanging off his arm I swear. Like he’s just so calm all the time but he can’t help the small smile when you’re being crazy. Thinks you’re adorable.

@daiception — Nini w Daichi. Big softie. He’s absolutely smitten with you. Stars in his eyes as he watches you giggling at something. He’s always buying you new things too that you swear to him you don’t need. Always comes home to kiss you and brings a small trinket too.

@blkladyelle — Elle w Tsukishima. He’s a little shit but you love him. I feel like you’d be a mix of his two favorite reactions. Like he’d catch an attitude and half the time he’d get you with it and the other half it would just rile you up. Either way he’s smirkin cause it got your attention.

@kagejima — Rae w Meian. Big beefy man. I literally cannot even see his name without thinking of you. Treats you right, opens doors for you and helps you in and out of the car and bends you over for him carries you Princess style and kisses you sweetly after wrecking you.

@nyaaaaanma — Kisa w Kenma Kenma Kenma!!! You and him Mmhm. He’s so soft for you and you both are each others cats. Curling up together for naps and soothing each other by running your hands through each others hair as y’all just vibe.

@tnypwz — Coco w Kageyama. You’re literally his and he is yours. Married. The cutest couple. He’s obsessed with you. Literally would go out of his way to do anything for you. Just wants to see you smile because he thinks it’s the warmest he’s ever felt.

@ohtokki — Laura w Komori. I just think he’s so sweet to you as you are to him. Literally adores bringing you small gifts randomly and just surprise visits and kisses and silly little conversations to make you laugh.

[luveline]

hello! do you think you could maybe write a james x fem!reader where he helps her calm down from a particularly bad panic attack? hyperventilating, zoning out, crying, etc? definitely not for my own personal wellbeing hahaha

James considers offering you his stress ball. It’s a palm-sized squishy rugby ball with deep grooves and splits from years of squeezing, but it does the job the same as any other. He always thinks it’s shameful that office jobs are stressful enough to require the invention of something to take your worries out on. 

He thinks it might be doubly shameful to let you sit there without asking what’s wrong. 

“Hey.” 

You raise your head to smile at him. It’s a good attempt at hiding how you’re feeling, but James already knows. “Hi.” 

Things are less frosty between you both. Honestly, James would say he likes you. Like, a lot. 

“You okay?” he asks. 

“I’m fine.” 

You take a steadying breath. 

“You don’t sound fine,” he says softly. He gives the office a quick survey and stands. “Come on, we’ll go sit somewhere quiet for a bit.” 

Your eyes widen. You don’t stand. 

Your breathing is too quick. James knows from experience that if you don’t get some time to yourself soon, you’re going to burst. It might be too late already. 

He takes your elbow into his hand. “Come on, it’s okay. We’re gonna take a walk.” 

Your breathing worsens by the second as James leads you out of the office. By the time you’re near the elevators, you’re struggling. Your inhales are short, shallow, and your exhales sound painful. It’s like you can’t get the air in, and when you do you can’t breathe anyways. 

“Hey,” he says, “it’s okay, angel, just take a big breath. One big breath, let’s slow down.” 

James is startled when you grab him, your face pressed hard to his shoulder. It came on so quickly, but he really does have experience in this. He’s got two best friends with a cargo hold of agonies each, and he’s learned how to take care of them. 

He finds he’d love to take care of you. There’s no reluctance there, only worry. 

“It’s okay,” James says, wrapping an arm around you lightly where you’re grabbing him. He could call you ‘angel’ again, toys with ‘sweet girl’, the s on his tongue, but it’s a little much for the moment.  He says your name instead with all the tenderness of a pet name, desperate to reassure you. “You’re okay.” 

You’re not listening, you can’t. You’ve zoned out of the present, panicked tears forced from your eyes with each harsh blink. You make a sound, a pained moan as you begin to buckle. 

James grabs you tightly. “Honey, it’s okay. It is, I promise. Take a deep breath. Just a deep breath, and we’re gonna sit down.” 

He’s sat with Remus through panic attacks that lasted long enough to consider taking him to the hospital. He has no idea what tripped you into this, but he can get you out of it eventually, with patience, and with care. James sits you down in an empty room along the hall and opens a window. He turns on the light, and he drags a chair to yours to sit almost knee to knee, taking your hand to hold.

“Can you copy me?” he asks. 

You shake your head. Your knee is jumping up and down in a hard jostle. Tears streak and drip from your cheek in jagged lines. Your panic is hot, sweat at your hairline, and it’s not pretty, but James doesn’t need it to be, he’s just desperate to make you feel better, and he’ll try every way he knows how. He takes breaths for you to copy, presses your hand to the seat to ground you, to force you to feel the starch of new tough leather on your fingertips. 

When it doesn’t work, he moves on. James doesn’t panic, it won’t help. He can imagine the fiery ache in your throat, and he’s concerned you might go light-headed, but he knows this is just panic. It’s something he can fix. 

“You’re doing so good,” he says softly, aware of the quiet in the room, your breathing the loudest echo. “But can you do something for me?” 

“James–” 

“No, I know, I know, it feels like it’s not going away, but it is. I need you to watch me, okay? Watch my arm. Watch this, angel, it’ll make sense.” 

And he begins raising and lowering his hand. He pushes it into the air, as high as his fingers can reach, and he brings it slowly to his thigh. Your eyes watch it move, at first frantic, and straying to other places, but eventually his arm begins to ache with the motion, and you’re following it diligently. He takes measured breaths as he does it. 

You copy his breathing. Your hyperventilating turns to plain crying, and then the tears come heavily but without sobbing. 

James lowers his hand. With the other, he rubs your thigh. “You did amazing, honey. You’re amazing, well done.” 

“I…” 

Your voice is hoarse. You don’t finish what you’d wanted to say. 

“Does that happen a lot?” he asks, worried it’ll start again. 

“No,” you say. James can’t tell if you're lying for his sake, but it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t mind if it happens again. 

He hates seeing you cry, though. “Good job,” he murmurs, rubbing your trembling leg, head ducked to be on your level, “good job, honey. You really did so well. All you have to do now is sit here and relax for a little bit.” 

“I have so much stuff to do.” 

“And I’ll help you. But right now, we’re gonna sit here.” 

You grab at his hand where it’s tracing a path. It’s definitely an overfamiliar touch, but you don’t mind, curling your fingers over the back of his palm. 

You have nothing to say. 

“Can I give you a hug?” James asks. He hopes his smile says it’s fine to not want one. 

“Please.” 

His chest aches a little. He slides his knee between yours and does the majority of the bending to hold you to him. “It’s okay,” he whispers as you take a shaky breath, his hand carving a path down your back. 

“I felt like…” 

James waits. Your voice is raw, but you’re not trembling as badly as you were. 

“I felt like I was gonna have a heart attack,” you confess. 

“I know. But you’re okay.” 

“I know,” you say with a sniffle that announces more tears. “I can’t believe I did that.” 

“You didn’t do anything. Nothing you had control over doing. Don’t think about it that way.” He pats your back. “Just try to feel better, that’s all you can do.” 

“You made me feel better, James. Thank you.” 

James hugs you. He tells you that he didn’t have much to do with it. All the hard work about panicking is the body that does it, he knows the ache of it afterwards, and he can feel your exhaustion. 

He’d let you fall asleep in his arms if that was what you needed to do, but after a while you’re okay to sit back. James leaves to get you a bottle of water from the vending machine, and when he returns you’re standing by the window and wiping your wet eyes. 

“Feeling okay?” he asks. 

You sniffle. “Yeah, I’m okay.” 

“Can I give you another hug?” he asks. This one being entirely for him. 

He can’t stand to see you sad. James wraps you up in a hug and sways you from side to side a couple of times. By the end of it you’re both feeling better than when your attack started, and that’s a job well done in James’ eyes. If he keeps special attention on you for the next few days, that’s his right. 

[sister-lucifer]

Hello all well? I just read the new version of the fic "I can ride you until I feel better" from the sub version of the Obey Me boys, so I wanted to ask if you could write a version with the datables characters..

“Can I Ride You Until I Feel Better?” (part 3) 

Read PART ONE and PART TWO 

Diavolo, Barbatos*, Simeon, Solomon x Male Reader (separately) 

Genre: NSFW

Content/Warnings: Dom/Top reader, mentions of riding, slightly OOC Simeon ig? depends on how you perceive him 

Not fully proof read, let me know if you see any errors!

Like my writing? I take requests! NSFW or SFW for any fandoms in my bio! 

Also, please reblog! it’s free, takes two seconds, and really helps me out 

Feed back is encouraged and appreciated:)

*Barbatos uses they/he pronouns 

Diavolo 

Diavolo’s day had consisted of nothing but work, work and more work

He was frustrated, tired, and his brain was fried from staring down at his papers from so long 

He dropped down onto the couch next to you, resting his chin in his hands and letting out a long groan 

“What’s up, Dia?” You asked, brushing away some stray hairs from his forehead 

“I don’t think i’ve had a day that draining in a thousand years…”

“Oh, honey, c’mere…” 

Diavolo laid down with his head in your lap, allowing you to stroke his head 

He stripped off his jacket as well, discarding it on the door thoughtlessly 

“Oh, my love,” Dia sighed, “I need a pick me up…” 

“Anything in mind?” You asked. It was quite obvious that he was already thinking of something

Diavolo turned over to look up at you, somehow keeping a completely straight face as he asked: 

“Can I ride you until I feel better?” 

You were a bit taken aback, but Dia’s calm demeanor didn’t falter 

He was serious, but not trying to be pushy 

Of course you had to agree, and a grin quickly formed on his face 

“Thank you, darling. Now sit back and sit still, I think we’re gonna be here a while…” 

Barbatos 

They may live to serve, but even Barbatos gets worn out from time to time 

He may have more patience than most, but it’s still finite 

They finally got a moment to themself at the end of a long day, and were happy to see you laying in their bed waiting for them 

“Oh, hello, love.” He greeted you. It was short but sweet, although you could still see the tiredness in his eyes 

“Hello, Barbs. You seem worn out. Wanna come lay down?” 

“Yes, actually. That would be nice. I’m not sure why, but today was particularly trying.” 

“I get it. Don’t worry, I’ll stay with you.” 

Soon they had snuggles into bed next to, holding you to their chest and resting his chin on your head 

You could feel the rise and fall of his chest begin to slow as he relaxed, but there was still an odd restless air about them 

“You alright, Barbatos?” 

“Yes, I think so…just, uh, not quite out of ‘work mode’ I suppose…” 

“Well hey, you’re always doing things for other people. Why don’t you let me do something for you instead?” 

Barbatos paused, looking down at you with an intrigued expression  

“Really?”

“Yep. Anything you want Barbs, I’ll do it.” 

“Anything…?” 

You nodded in reply 

Barbatos’ now borderline stoic face gave little to no insight on what they were thinking 

But when they did finally speak, it wasn’t anything you were expecting 

“If you really mean that, then…I think there is something I’d like.” 

Suddenly he was above you, your back now flat on the mattress as you gazed up at him 

“Would you be so kind as to let me—excuse my language—ride you until I feel better?” 

Even in moments like these they were still insistent on being proper 

It was endearing 

And of course you just had to say yes 

“I appreciate it, my dear. I’ll make sure you enjoy it as much as I do.” 

Simeon 

Ooooh booooy 

Y’know how the other characters said you never wanna see Simeon angry?

You don’t 

And he was pissed 

Maybe he woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, or maybe it was some other mundane thing he couldn’t put his finger on 

But something had made today extra difficult 

All he wanted was to go home and get away from everybody but you 

And even though that time eventually came, it felt like it had been an eternity since this morning 

He didn’t even greet Lucifer when he passed 

He just wanted to get to you 

And when he did you were in for a wild ride (pun intended) 

He knew that an angel shouldn’t be thinking or desiring such things, but in his fiery state it seemed like the only thing that could help 

And it was rather easy to push the guilty thoughts away once he had his sights on you 

He was on you the second he was in the door climbing into your lap without so much as a word 

By the time you had said “hello” he was already fumbling with your pants 

“W-Woah, Simeon—! Slow down, w-what are you—“

“Just let me have this human. I need you ride you until I feel better.” 

You could practically feel the frustration radiating off of him, so you simply sat back and let him have his way. 

“Let me make one thing clear to you: I don’t want a word about this in the morning, do you understand? Good. Now behave.” 

Solomon 

Solomon was generally cheery, but today was just not his day 

He was struggling with his spells and couldn’t seem to get anything quite right

Each little mistake piled up into a mountain of frustration 

Until eventually he simply couldn’t take it anymore 

He somehow managed to make it to the end of the day, but was only hanging on by a thread 

He was so very happy to see you in his room, sitting in his bed and waiting for him 

“Oh, my love, I’m so happy to see you. You’re exactly what I need after such a terrible day.”

“Aw, well I’m glad I could help. Want to come lay down?” 

“Mm…not exactly.” 

You quirked a brow in confusion, watching as he sat down on the bed next to you 

“I’ve had a terrible frustrating time today, and I need something to…blow off steam with.” 

He pulled the covers off and straddled your waist, putting his hands on your chest and pushing you down onto your back 

“I think I’d like to ride to until I feel better. Is that alright?” 

You nodded wordlessly, watching as he stripped off his uniform jacket and then shirt 

“Good. You’re always willing to help me out, aren’t you?”

[ilikemesometaetaes]

Bad Taste (M)

Kim Taehyung Oneshot

•••> Author: @ilikemesometaetaes

•••> Summary: His taste in music is almost as bad as your temper/patience/everything that involves your ability to resist him.

•••> Pairing(s): Taehyung/Reader

•••> Word Count: 9.85k [Unedited]

•••> Rating: 18+

•••> Tags: smut | EstablishedRelationship!au | Taehyung!au | Papi!Tae | Horny!Tae

•••> Warnings: unprotected sex, rough sex, semi-public? sex (bathroom), mention of voyeurism, mention/effects of use of marijuana, impatient Tae, aggressive yearning, fingering, mild masturbation, loads of dirty talk, slight degradation (no degrading names), Tae’s a horny lil hoe, this is a bit of a crack fic, bear with me please it’s my first one

A present for Miss Fae ( @swcetnight​ ) as part of the #bss21 event. I hope this can raise your spirits. Happy holidays, love.

-Your Bangtan Secret Santa, Allannah AKA Cedar

Shoutout to @erotikkook​ for helping me with this super stubborn banner! Love you bunches, Levi!

MASTERLIST

The snow falls outside the window.

The lights twinkle and shine in from the street below.

Your heart beats ferociously.

It takes everything in you to not fall asleep on the bed purely out of enraged spite as you wait for Taehyung to leave the bathroom so you can start doing your makeup.

You hear the shower running and you see the light from his candle flickering underneath the closed door as you mindlessly scroll on your phone. For whatever reason, he doesn’t want you to come in.

Okay, you know the reason. But you can’t play into his game. If you do, you’ll end up late to yet another party hosted by the ever charming and ever pompous man that is Park Jimin- his line brother. The game Taehyung plays when you have an event to attend results in one of two things; you get to the party just on time which is incredibly uncomfortable, or, you get there so unfashionably late that it is a giveaway to everyone else as to why you’re late.

You can hear Taehyung humming as he takes his sweet time bathing and wonder how much longer he’s going to do that before you give in and storm the bathroom seeking war. The patience he tests and prods every day wears thin with each little nudge he gives you and you fume because you know he does it intentionally. Why else would he invite you over to get ready at his place

Tell that fucker to hurry his ass up or else I’m kidnapping you and leaving him behind The notification slides down from the top of your screen and is accompanied by the vibration of your phone in your hand. You shift in your position, adjusting the towel around your head, before you type out your response to Namjoon, another one of his line brothers.

I’m not even ready yet because he’s in the shower. I’m gonna fucking kill this kid when he gets out

Namjoon is quick with his reply and you scoff in response.

What does him taking a shower have to do with you getting ready? Are y’all not at the point where you can shit in the same house yet?

Namjoon is so unaware of the predicament you’re in that you actually get annoyed with him for asking the question. You know that it’s sarcastic, but, for a moment, you have to set your phone down and breathe to calm down. Damn, your temper is bad.

Instead of responding with another text, you decide to call the man in hopes that Taehyung will hear the conversation and hurry the fuck up.

“Did I go too far?” Namjoon’s voice is deep as he answers the call with the question.

“No.” You groan. “I’m just sick of texting. This shit is getting irritating.”

On the other end, you hear him chuckle and then shuffle around with the sound of his keys jingling. He’s already ready to go?

“Must be nice to be able to be early.” You grumble. Impatiently, you begin to bounce your foot.

Namjoon laughs again and you just roll your eyes at how lucky he is.

“It’s quite nice, actually. Yoongi and I are going to meet up and grab some alc before we get there.” He says.

“Good.” You sigh exasperatedly. “I’m going to need some.”

“Already having relationship problems that require a drink? Damn, dude,” You hear the sound of his front door shutting and his lock turning. “That bad, huh?”

“I just- fuck, Joon! He does this on purpose!” You throw your hand up as you nearly shout the statement.

“And yet…” He leads the sentence and then trails off because the both of you know the end of it.

And yet… you love it.

Namjoon knows to not say it anymore because of how much you blew up on him when he first pointed out that it was obvious. Speaking it out loud does nothing except wound your pride.

Because you do, in fact, love it when Taehyung pushes your buttons. You love when he drives you outside of your comfort zone and you absolutely feen for how worked up he makes you over the tiniest things.

You’re addicted to how much he tests your patience because it’s his game that keeps your life from descending into the pits of the awfully mundane safety that you would let yourself get to. It would be the death of your pride if you ever actually admitted the notion to Taehyung’s face. You would never let that happen.

“And yet…” You merely repeat in frustrated defeat.

Suddenly, the shower stops. You turn your head to the door and let out a sigh of gratitude to whoever was watching over you that you had Namjoon in your life.

“Thanks for helping me pass the time. He just got done with showering so I’m gonna go get ready.” You say.

“No problem.” There’s a smile in his voice as he starts his car. “See you there.”

“See ya.” You drop the phone onto Taehyung’s bed and move to collect your things so that you can get into the bathroom.

All at once, the door opens and a whoosh of humidity comes barreling out into the bedroom, drawing your eyes to the man who walks out.

Taehyung has a towel around his waist and water dripping down his body as he turns on the bathroom light for you. He has blown out his candle, leaving the smoky remnants of pine to billow out, yet you don’t even pay attention to your absolute meal of a boyfriend because his hair is a completely different color from when he first entered the bathroom over an hour ago. Your impatience and irritation with him go forgotten as you stand there in your robe and marvel at his hair.

It’s red. Crimson red.

“What the fuck.” You find yourself speaking the words before you can stop them and it’s the look of offense on Taehyung’s face that conveys he was not expecting that reaction from you.

“Well, thanks?” He raises an inquisitive eyebrow.

Your outburst was not meant to display any displeasure with the new hair color- you actually love it… way too fucking much- however, you were so shocked that you somehow forgot to compliment him. Honestly, you forget to breathe because it looks so hot on him that you want to say fuck it and fuck him instead of going to the party.

“Why- what-” You stutter. Finally, you can only point out the obvious because of how dumbstruck you are. “It’s red.”

“Yes, it’s red.” Taehyung says the statement as a matter-of-factl as he walks over to his closet to pluck out the red suit he bought for the party.

“I wanna look like Santa.” He said whilst holding out a cherry red suit in front of his body.

You smiled from your seat in front of the small presentation area. Cheekily, you snickered. “Well, Santa, the only chimney you’ll be coming in is mine.”

His smile was boxy as he giggled, a suggestive quirk to his eyebrow. “That was awful.”

Even though several moments have gone by since he emerged from the bathroom, you haven’t moved from your stance next to the bed. You keep your eyes trained on him as he raises the hanger of the suit to hook it over the door. When he turns to find you still standing there, unmoving, he cocks his head in confusion.

“It…” Your voice is barely above a whisper now. “It looks really good, Tae.”

His face morphs into a smirk quickly, realizing that you don’t find his hair ugly at all, and slowly slinks toward you whilst your guard is down. You don’t even realize that you aren’t really paying attention until he’s standing in front of you with both hands gripping softly onto the flaps of your robe.

“Yeah?” He asks lowly. You haphazardly raise your hand to his bicep to stop him from opening it yet your touch holds no urgency and you’re too distracted by how the red contrasts with his strong, dark eyebrows to notice that he’s succeeding in his teasing game. His game. What game?

Involuntarily, you dig your toes into the carpet in anticipation. The sight of his red hair is enrapturing as you struggle against your self-control because it’s hard to think of anything other than the image of his red hair between your legs.

“Yeah.” You breathe.

Your robe is opened and you feel the cool air of the room against your nipples, which harden immediately at the temperature and exposure. Taehyung’s hands sneakily slide onto your naked waist and it’s almost enough to break you out of your daze, yet it only sends you deeper when you feel them encase you in their warmth.

“Well, thanks baby.” He leans forward to press a kiss against your nose after whispering his gratitude. “You gonna let me fuck you instead of getting ready?”

Fuck.

“Damn you.” You say through gritted teeth, fumbling to close your robe whilst pushing his hands off of you. You have half the mind to slightly nudge him to the side without dropping your makeup bag so that you can rush to the bathroom and get away from his allure.

His guffaw is utterly insidious as you shut the bathroom door with a slam.

Instead of taking an hour to do your makeup like you originally planned, you were left alone with your impatience and it resulted in your more natural look so that you could hurry back to your closet to retrieve your dress after a mere twenty minutes.

The smell of Taehyung’s cologne wafts in your face as you leave the bathroom. Even though your nerves are shot by his previous antics, you find that it is hard to focus when you know exactly which one he is wearing.

The two of you were intrigued when you first saw the commercial for it on TV, an ad that was truly odd as Adam Driver flashed across the screen as a centaur, until you looked at him as he looked at you with a knowing look in his eyes.

You found yourselves at the mall the next day, seeking out the “new fragrance for men”, Burberry Hero, so that you could smell what the strange commercial was trying to convey.

It was the end of any control you hoped to retain.

The scent wasn’t special to Taehyung. He claimed that it smelt good and that he’d buy it because he needed to change it up once in a while.

What he didn’t know was that him spraying some on himself to test it would lead to you sucking him down your throat in his backseat in the mall parking lot nearly thirty minutes later. He smelled way too good for you to be patient and wait until you arrived back at his apartment. Unsurprisingly, it was one of the few times he gave in to your lack of forbearance.

The cologne became the death of you for any special occasion. Because that is what it was reserved for; special occasions- when Taehyung loved to push your buttons the most.

The scent isn’t strong enough to completely boggle your mind for the time being because you find that he’s left the room, however, you know that he is somewhere close by and you have to prepare yourself to face him if you want to have any semblance of control. His red hair, that red suit, and that fucking cologne are going to be the death of you tonight.

Quickly, you pull out your dress and slide it on so that you can get closer to leaving. Your phone reads 6:13 pm, meaning the party starts in about forty-five minutes. As you slide your long coat on, you hope you won’t be late.

Your purse disappears as soon as you begin looking for it, though, and you groan because you swear that you just saw it on the bed before your shower.

“Tae?” You call for him as you exit his bedroom. “Have you seen my purse?”

Taehyung’s voice is as deep as it is faint when it comes from the kitchen. “It’s here in the kitchen!”

You huff again at your forgetfulness and stride over to where he is while you struggle with the earring that is supposed to be dangling from your earlobe.

Your steps falter as you see him with his red suit-clad back to you and the sight makes you immediately slam everything you have into putting your guard up so that the two of you aren’t late to the damned party. You know that you will desperately need complete zen when he turns around. Taehyung would do anything to get you into bed so that you were late and you couldn’t let his ungodly sexiness lure you in.

You eye your purse on the kitchen table while he busies himself with something in the sink and suddenly, you have a plan.

The moment you grab your purse, you fly towards the front door.

“I’ll be in the car!” You yell as you grab your heels and slide on your crocs. He’s only just beginning to respond with obvious shock as you shuffle out the door towards the elevator with his keys in your hand.

“Babe!”

You laugh almost maniacally as you rush towards the doors because there’s a certain tone of surprise and the slightest bit of offense in the way he shouts the pet name that it almost sounds like he was plotting something too. Of course, he was.

With the train of your dress dragging behind you, you press the button to the elevator and turn around to see the shape of light from within his apartment getting smaller against the wall. It was a sign that you had enough of a head start.

“Y/N!” Taehyung’s voice slightly echoes down the corridor from within the living space. “Where are my-”

His door shuts before you can find out what he’s looking for and you only laugh some more. Sucker. He’ll have to figure out on his own that he can only lock the knob of his apartment tonight because you happen to have his keys in your hand.

The elevator doors open and you quickly slide inside and press the button of the ground floor before returning your eyes to the corridor.

His door flies open.

And he’s a sizzling hot, dangerously handsome, red rage as he sprints towards you at full speed with murder on his face.

Your finger becomes frantic on the ground floor button as your heart kickstarts into an adrenaline-accompanied rhythm. You thought you had enough time to comfortably see him leaving right as the elevator doors were closing, but they seem to move in slow motion so that he can exact his revenge upon you.

He closes in as the doors begin to show promise in your victory, but only one more second goes by before you realize that you are inevitably doomed.

Taehyung’s hand smacks against the side of one of the doors when there’s a mere few inches between them and you jump at the show of his aggression.

“You think you’re so slick, huh?” He’s slightly out of breath as he poses the rhetorical question when he enters, yet his volume is much louder than necessary. It feels as if he’s scolding you and you all but cave at the thought of it.

“Actually, I think that was pretty-”

“Actually,” He cuts you off with a terrible mockery of your voice before furrowing his eyebrows in frustration. “You’re gonna pay for that.”

Time to press his buttons. “Am I though?”

His eyebrows rise incredibly high on his forehead in disbelief of your behavior and suddenly, you don’t feel very powerful because he’s slowly approaching you with the doors shutting behind him.

The elevator becomes dead silent as he closes the distance.

His cologne overrides your senses all at once and it takes everything in you to not change your facial expression. You’ve been fed up with him and made it out of the apartment victorious thus far. There’s no reason- no fucking reason- why you should lose in the elevator.

Aside from the fact that he wears his red coat and black shirt unbuttoned incredibly low on his chest.

And the fact that his red hair is messy in such a way that you want to grab a fistful of it and kiss the living daylights out of his luscious lips.

And the fact that he’s now leaning into you with one of his arms pressing against the wall of the small cabin to trap you into an even tinier space.

Fuck.

He takes a moment to look down at your body and you notice he has put the thinnest line of eyeliner on his top lids. Then, he brings the inside of his lip between his teeth for a brief second and you observe from the way his lips are tinted just slightly that he’s put on a layer of cherry chapstick.

Taehyung lets a small smile pull his lips up before he brings his eyes back to your face. You don’t even notice that you begin to hold your breath.

“I could fuck you right here.” He says simply.

The whine in your throat is unstoppable; a buildup of frustration with his game and the frustrating pulse between your legs has practically forced the sound from your lungs. It’s all he needs to hear before he presses his body into you.

“Yeah? You want me to?”

You let the back of your head touch the wall of the elevator as it descends down the building and he presses his free arm to the small of your back to pull you to him even more. He doesn’t let it linger for long, sliding it down until it cups the back of your thigh so that he can pull it until the inside of your thigh touches his hamstring.

The split in the side of your dress seemed cute and slightly risqué when you first bought it, but now? It’s giving him all the access he needs to slightly raise his thigh into the junction between your legs.

Close is all you can think as he leans down to the side of your neck and lets his breath tickle your skin. Goosebumps litter down your back and arms from the way his exhale brushes down your collarbone to the expanse of your bare chest.

There’s practiced ease in his inflection, although, you hear the slight waver of his arousal weighing just slightly on his volume. “Oh, I know you want me to. You won’t even care if we’re late this time, will you?”

You’re losing. Your eyelids flutter at this fact in submission. If he continues this attack on your guard, it will fall. You let out a shaky exhale in what you fail to decipher between a warning and a plea.

“Tae.”

“What’s my name, baby? C’mon,” He hisses through his teeth as he slowly rocks his hips into you with a gentle squeeze of your leg. “Tell me what my name is.”

The name is on the tip of your tongue as you close your eyes and let your face morph into one that begs for his attention.

If you say it, it’ll be game over. You know that if you give in right here, right now, he will begin undressing you before the elevator has even hit the bottom floor.

You’re also perfectly aware that if you open your mouth and say the one, simple word that confirms your defeat, he will click the button that goes back to his floor, throw you over his shoulder, and then take you back to his room so that he can dump you onto his bed and take yet another hour- an hour initially dedicated to Jimin’s party- between your legs instead.

His fingers dig into your thigh a little harder as he eggs you on and you struggle to prevent another moan from spilling from your mouth.

You begin to form your lips into the word that he loves so much and it only gets harder to resist his game when he’s so intoxicatingly close and his musk is mixing so well with the small amount of the cologne he put on.

“Fu-uck.” You gasp in the middle of the word as he persists with raising his leg between yours, pressing deliciously into where you want him most. The split in your dress allows him to press his knee straight into your silk panties that cling to your folds with an uncomfortable amount of your slick arousal.

He presses you into the wall then, warm body and persistent throbbing between his legs and all, and the moan that has sizzled in your chest comes out as a low groan.

“It’s one word, baby. Just one. Say it.” Taehyung uses his nose to nudge yours back to the front so that his lips are just barely skimming yours. “Say it and I’m yours.”

His breath is hot between your lips and you poke your tongue out of your mouth to slightly wet them. In the process, you give him the most kittenish of licks against the underside of his bottom lip.

“Oh, you’re playing with me now, huh?”

Right at the end of his question- a question accompanied with his signature smirk- the bell of the elevator tolls, signaling your victory once more and breaking you out of your stupor.

Taehyung growls lowly as you sink down and slide below his arm to escape by the skin of your teeth. The feeling of your consecutive wins is glorious while it pumps through your veins.

You move quickly towards the doors of the lobby and you can practically feel Taehyung’s presence radiating with anger behind you, yet you come to forget about it as you rush to open the door and see snow falling from the sky and lightly dusting the street. A cold breeze travels along your bare legs and down the crevice of your chest but you don’t care- it’s snowing.

“Tae!” You almost squeak his name in your excitement. “It’s snowing!”

The small flakes fall slowly, a delicate wind carrying them through the air, and the lamps placed every so often along the street highlight the far reaching covering of the winter season as far as you can see. You pull your coat close to your body as you stop and marvel at the beautiful sight despite having seen it from his window.

“Yes, it is.” There’s a smile in Taehyung’s voice as he says the words. The prior heat of the tension with him seems to have gone forgotten when the chilly evidence of winter made itself known.

You walk out into the weather with a smile on your face and your arm outstretched with your palm facing the sky. The light tickle of snowflakes dropping onto your hand and melting is joyous in its nature.

“It’s so fucking cold- damn.” Taehyung’s teeth chatter as he curses and you turn to see him walking down to where his car is parked in the lot like the most breathtaking splash of blood against the white environment around him. He looks ethereal.

You walk a short distance behind him for a few seconds, watching him tilt his head down and slide his hand into his pockets, until he stops and turns his body to face you in a display of his patience for you.

Once you catch up, he holds his arm out for you to hold onto while you hold your dress up, off the ground so that you can step carefully and focus on not slipping. Thankfully, you slide your hand into his offered arm and latch your fingers onto his bicep.

“See?” He leans into you as you begin walking together. “I wait for you but you didn’t wait for me.”

You scoff lightly and roll your eyes before returning them to where your crocs leave prints in the undisturbed snow. “You can’t get into the car because I have your keys. Don’t play me.”

“Shush.” He says. “Let me be a gentleman.”

“Stop blatantly trying to fuck me, then.” You deadpan. “Gentlemen are a lot more subtle than that.”

He splutters incredulously for a moment as you get to his car and pull his keys out of your purse. There’s a thin layer of snow covering the top that contrasts starkly to the black paint of the Hyundai.

You unlock the car and get inside once he detaches from you to get to the driver’s side. Like clockwork, you lean over to put the key in the ignition and start the car while he pulls out the snow brush from his trunk.

You crank up the heater while your body trembles from the cold and then you sit back, clutch your coat tight around your body, and watch as he easily brushes off line by line of the dusting.

Once he finishes, Taehyung quickly opens his door and slides into his seat before chucking the brush into the backseat.

“Got to wait for the car to warm up,” he gently reminds you, moving to pull his phone out of the pocket of his pants. As you eye him critically, he just grins knowingly.

You sink into your seat while you dread what he’s doing because you know that he’s going to begin the terrible happening of listening to Christmas music.

For whatever reason, you never got into Christmas music. Ever since you were young, the bells and chimes and cheery sound of the songs that preached joy and merriness were less than pleasing to you. The style of music just doesn’t make any sense- even in moments like this one where you prepare to celebrate the holiday. As opposed as you are to the music, you never let it get into the way of you actually becoming merry.

Taehyung reaches over and adjusts the volume knob before any music starts playing so that it isn’t quiet when it begins, yet you already know which song he will play first. It’s his favorite one.

With the most mischievous smile on his lips and a dangerous side eye that would prompt you to squeeze your knees together if you didn’t know he was about to torture you- in a bad way- the beginning notes of the song start playing. The music box intro is all you need to lock up in irritation.

“No.” You say.

Taehyung smiles knowingly. “Yes.”

“No.” You reach over to grab his phone from him. He swats your hand away and the song continues.

“Yes.”

“No.” You growl the word before the words begin.

His voice is teasing when he replies. “Yes.”

A beat of silence follows before he opens his mouth.

“I don’t want a lot for Christmas.”

“Tae,” You warn.

“There is just one thing I need.”

You sigh in exasperation and the strong notes of the song progress.

“Don’t care about the presents,” He grabs ahold of your fingers when you try to sneakily turn down the volume. “Underneath the Christmas tree.”

Then, Taehyung pulls your hand to his chest dramatically. Your cold knuckles touch the warm, exposed expanse of skin on his chest. “I just want you for my own.” He reaches his other hand across the center console to take a handful of your thigh. “More than you could ever know.”

Although you hate the song, you can’t help the small smile that pulls at your lips in entertainment of his antics. 

“Make my wish come true.” He leans into you a little, stretching over the console with a different smile. The boxiness of his lips conveys the sincerity of the joy the terrible song makes him feel. You can’t help but give into the notion just a little- no matter how much you hate Mariah Carey.

“All I want,” Taehyung leans in closer. “For Christmas,” Even closer. “Is…”

His nose touches yours and he inhales before reaching out to nip at your bottom lip playfully and your hand comes down to hold onto the one he uses to grasp your thigh as a reaction. He tightens his fingers around your hand that he tightly holds to his chest.

“You.”

Finally, you kiss him to shut him up. And to just… kiss your boyfriend.

The song breaks into the first verse as he lets go of your hand to cup your cheek. Although the kiss’ intentions are innocent to you, Taehyung obviously hasn’t let go of the tension that was sparked earlier. Apparently, the embers of it had been burning in the back of his mind until now. He was merely waiting for you to reciprocate so that he could attack whilst your defenses were fully down.

The hand he has on your thigh begins a feverish path up your leg, sneaking below your dress and coming into contact with the moist area of your panties immediately. You keen at his touch, trying your best to catch up with his rhythm so that you can reign in your need and gain back your control, but he switches his fingers from their delicate hesitation to a rash pursuit towards your defeat. In a display of traitorous instinct, your thighs part to give his searching fingers more room.

With his long legs and all, Taehyung climbs over the console to crowd you even further into the passenger seat. Your intentions to fight back against the ministrations of his fingertips dissipate as soon as you reach down to pull the lever of the chair to slide it back. Then, his hand leaves your underwear and drops down between your door and the seat.

The seat reclines back quickly under your weight and falls until you feel the headrest bounce off of the backseat. Although it feels clumsy, it seems to add to the rushed fervor of the climax of the game.

Mariah Carey continues to belt out about her only desire for Christmas while Taehyung slides down your body to kneel on the floor of the car between your legs. As much as you try to focus on getting a quickie in- the idea doesn’t seem too bad since you’re already dressed and ready to go- it’s hard to maintain the heat of your arousal with the annoying song.

“Tae,” You have to almost yell his name over the volume. “Shut the fucking music off.”

He growls. “No. I’m in a cheery mood.”

Although you only mildly protest the action, you ultimately let him slide your panties down your legs so that he can slide his fingers through your sopping folds and then sink his middle finger to the knuckle. It’s sacrilegious to think about the dirty things the two of you are about to do while the most annoying Christmas song of all time serves as the mood-setter.

Taehyung leans over the seat, pumping his finger in and out while pressing his thumb into your clit, and the licks of your want clash with the annoyance of his terrible taste in music.

His fingers feel unreservedly good inside of you, but the song continues to distract you to the point that you are grabbing him by the wrist and pulling his hand away from your quickly drying pussy.

“This is bullshit.” Your wince follows immediately after the sentiment because of how venomous it sounds coming out of your mouth. You barely let another moment pass before you tell him, “that music ruined the mood. Let’s get to the party.”

As frustrated as Taehyung is, he sighs in defeat and sits back in understanding. He has pushed his luck too far.

The game comes to a horrible plateau of pause and he slides back into his seat awkwardly, searching for napkins to wipe your liquid lust from his fingers.

Then, he turns down the music and turns to face you with the most apologetic look on his face.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles.

Guilt floods your veins. You agreed to the game ages ago, when you first started dating, but your dislike in his awful music choice seems to have just sucked all of the fun from it. And now? He’s feeling bad about it.

Your best course of action is to brush it off. It’s hard for him to let go when you reciprocate his seriousness about things.

“Apologize to Mariah and drive, you idiot.” You roll your eyes and laugh while you slid your panties back up your legs. “You were about to take all of the pure sanctity from that song and I don’t know if you can handle that.”

There’s hesitation on his face as he regards you yet you know that there is nothing for him to be concerned about. As you search for ways to get him to forget about it, it hits you.

You know exactly what to say to shift him back into action. Now that he doesn’t have you cornered, you can spur him back into the mindset you want him in by using the title the two of you reserved for the game.

“C’mon, papí. Just drive.”

Taehyung’s smile is devilish as he shifts the car into reverse and throws his arm behind your seat to look behind him. He talks while flickering his eyes between the rear view mirror and the road.

“Oh, you’re on, sweetheart.”

His stare is utterly dangerous as you stand on the opposite side of the room.

The car ride to Jimin’s place stood for a dramatic swap in your roles of the game. Instead of Taehyung being the only one trying to end the night in a feverish fuck, you took some of the reigns and returned his efforts with some of your own- granted, it was a little unfair for him because he was driving. You are not going to be the one to cave.

He was so worked up from it that he tried to corner you against the door of his car when you stepped out onto the driveway of Jimin’s house.

“It’s not too late to turn back, you know… Or I can fuck you right here.” He had murmured the suggestion into the shell of your ear. Your heart, over an hour later, still beats with such ferocity from the open invitation.

The invitation that is still very much up for grabs by the look of things.

Namjoon chuckles as you take a considerable gulp of the whisky in your hand because he has followed your gaze to Taehyung so that he could figure out why your mood is not as merry as it could be.

“Still playing the game, huh?”

You take your eyes away from your boyfriend to look at Namjoon. His teal hair was the center of everyone’s teasing for a solid ten minutes because he initially intended for it to be green- a surprising yet welcome effort for the holiday season. When he was rinsing his hair out, he failed to realize that he needed to bleach his thick hair a bit longer than most people.

He wears gold-rimmed glasses on his nose now because, apparently, his eyesight has gotten a bit worse since he finished college those few years ago. The constant screen-staring and late nights squinting at words in a book obviously got to him.

“I’ve been victorious so far.” You swallow down your grimace from the bitterness of your drink so that you can speak loud enough for him to hear you over the annoying holiday music.

Namjoon raises his beer to his lips while he mumbles, “So far.”

Your eyes roll in irritation as you take another sip from your glass to take the place of your response.

You’re irritated with the party because, although you love dressing up and having a classy evening for in Jimin’s large house, it seems that a few of the familiar group didn’t get the memo.

Yoongi sits on the couch, tapping away at his phone with a bouncing knee, and wears a black beanie with a gray hoodie that says the simple, black words of ‘Fuck off.’ across the chest. It looks like Times New Roman font.

Jungkook sits beside him in a black turtle neck and silver chain necklace, head craned back as he stares at the ceiling, and you don’t have to smell the faintest scent of weed in the air to know that he has shown up to the Christmas party high as a kite. There’s a mellow smile plastered on his lips to make his current state even more obvious. Oh, he’s got a new piercing on his lip. Nice.

Jimin’s eyes look the same as Jungkook’s- a slight redness in the whites with an inherent difficulty to keep them all the way open- and it is because of this you know that Jimin partook in the youngest one’s activities prior to the party, but he still maintains a happy aura that allows him to greet all of the guests in the house with unbridled energy and awfully overbearing positivity. The two boys are opposites on the spectrum.

Seokjin and Hoseok pour countless drinks during their conversation about their studies at the kitchen’s island and it doesn’t take long for the effects of the alcohol to become obvious in the way that Seokjin’s ears turn tomato red and Hoseok’s eyes become a little swollen and tired. Both of the men sway in their seats and- wait, did Seokjin just throw up in the sink?

And then, there’s Taehyung. Who rubs Seokjin’s back as he leans over the kitchen sink. Who’s still staring at you. Intensely.

With a huff and your drink still clutched between your fingers, you grab ahold of your dress and pick it up from the floor, turning to walk away from Namjoon and the frighteningly frustrating predicament that your boyfriend is creating. “I’m going to go get some air.”

“Alright.” He says, heading over to the couch that Yoongi and Jungkook sit on.

You walk to the living room, squeezing past a few others you’re not familiar with who crowd the table for the desserts on it, and wrench open the sliding glass door to step into the freezing night.

The whisky has you feeling incredibly warm; you can feel a bit of sweat gathering under you arms and breasts along with the hot and pulsing need in your clit, so the below freezing temperature is welcome on your moist skin. The buzz of alcohol seeps into your bones as you sway just slightly and approach being borderline tipsy. You know that you’ll be well on your way to getting drunk by the end of your glass.

Snow pellets lightly into your skin, melting on contact, and gives you the awakening you need to shake off the jitters that Taehyung’s gaze exerts onto you. You can’t leave early now that Namjoon is aware you’re engaged in the game. It would only make you look more foolish if he saw you caving to your carnal desire that only Taehyung is able to incite.

As you take deep breaths of the frigid air for a few minutes, the door to the house opens and you choose to ignore the person who steps out. If it’s Taehyung, he can be the one to approach you.

A few moments of silence go by and it is because of this on top of the lack of speaking that you chalk it up it to being either a complete stranger or, indeed, your boyfriend. Still, you choose to act oblivious and keep your gaze on the yard and trees whilst you shift your weight in wait.

“This house is trying to fucking swallow me.”

The odd words make you snort uncontrollably, as you are taken off guard by the randomness of it, and turn around to address who you know to be extremely stoned.

“Jungkook,” You greet him with an amused smile. “What’re you doing out here? I thought you were chilling with Yoongi.”

His eyes are comically wide as he stares at you and the way you speak. The boy is tripping absolute balls so you have to give him some time to formulate his next sentence.

“I needed to breathe.” He says finally. His lips part as he sucks in a breath once he’s done speaking.

You laugh at the happenstance of him feeling a similar sensation as you. “Me too. It was getting stuffy in there.”

You turn back around to face the yard and sigh, knowing that he is much too high to carry on that profound of a conversation, and go back to watching the snow.

Jungkook apparently wants to watch the snow with you.

He comes to stand next to you- uncomfortably so with the way his body wafts subtle notes of marijuana your way- and cranes his head up to face the sky with his wide eyes.

“They’re like falling stars.”

You smile at the genuine amazement. “They are. It’s pretty.”

“Yes, it is.” He sighs. You turn to him and watch him close his eyes. He inhales and exhales a deep breath. “Ah, that’s refreshing.”

Almost concerned, you place a hand on his shoulder and furrow your eyebrows like you’re speaking to a child. “You gonna be alright, man?”

“As soon as you give me a sip of your whisky. Really strong-tasting alcohol kind of wakes me up when I get too high.”

You arch an eyebrow at him. “You’re trying to get drunk?”

“No, no,” He says. “I mean, anything with a super strong and sour or bitter taste- or smell- kind of brings me down a little. This one time, I sniffed ammonia and it woke me the fuck up so fast that it felt like there was hot sauce in my brain for a sec.” He smiles and turns to face you with a dreamlike smile on his lips before he giggles. “It was fun as fuck.”

“O…kay…” You trail off for a moment, astounded by the things this boy has done. You slowly raise your glass as an offering. “Just a sip.”

He’s slow to take it from you, body lethargic and lazy. “Thanks.”

Jungkook raises your glass to his lips with a clink of it against his lip ring and then tips it back slowly so that he can just get the bitter taste on the tip of his tongue.

“Blegh.” He scrunches up his nose and sticks his tongue out dramatically. “Yep. That did the trick. That shit’s bitter as fuck.”

You laugh and take your glass back from him. Despite the whisky being one that is meant to be sipped on, you’re just about ready to go back inside because your body is beginning to tremble from the cold, so you tip the rest of the glass back and shoot the rest of its contents straight back.

“Damn, Y/N. Didn’t want me taking any more, huh?”

“Nah, it’s not that.” You shrug and bare your teeth for a second as the alcohol burns its way down your throat and into your belly. “I’m just about to go back inside.”

Jungkook squats down, pulls his phone out of his back pocket, and puts his arms over his knees to take a break from standing. The light from his phone glows on his face and reflects off of all the piercings in his eyebrow, lip, and ears.

“I think Tae needs your help.” He sighs.

“What? Why do you say that?” You turn to look through the glass door and pat your body for your phone, only to be reminded that you have no pockets on your dress and that you left your phone in your purse on the couch. “Where is he?”

“He said he’s throwing up in the bathroom.”

Immediately, you rush towards the door. “Oh my god! I’m going to go see if he’s alright. I’ll see you later, Kook.”

“See ya!”

You frantically make a beeline for the bathroom, bumping into a few people, and knock on the door when you finally stand in front of it.

“Occupied!” A woman shouts.

A woman. Your blood suddenly runs freezing cold.

There’s a woman in there with him?

The thought alone leaves a terrible taste in your mouth and you knock again feverishly. “Taehyung? Are you in there?”

“No! It’s me, Sina!”

“Oh.” You wince a little and back off from the door. “Sorry!”

Your feet seem to carry you away and towards the foyer where the stairs are before you can actually process your thoughts. “Maybe he’s in the upstairs bathroom…”

The buzz in your head has begun it’s delightful transition towards tipsiness because of how much your walking has made your heart pump. Still, you try to ascend the stairs quickly with your hand on the railing.

The bathroom at the top of the stairs is empty- the door is wide open and the light is off- so you move to the next bathroom you know of- the one in Jimin’s bedroom.

As you step into the dark room, you see the dim luminescence from below the bathroom door lighting up the floor and reflecting off of the smooth surface. The sound of shuffling is muffled by the door, but you can see the shadow of whoever occupies it move past the door.

“Tae?” You call his name as you approach the door and knock lightly. “You in there?”

His voice is rough and contralto from behind the door and you can hardly hear it over the sound of the music from downstairs. “Yeah.”

Taking the unopened door as a sign that he doesn’t want you to see him throwing up, you lean your forehead against the door and shut your eyes.

“Are you okay?”

Suddenly, you fall forward.

Because he’s just yanked the door open.

Taehyung’s voice is a growl as he encases you in his arms and picks you up until your feet are dangling. “Get your ass in here, sweetheart.”

“Tae!” You squeak his name in surprise and wrap your arms around his neck to stabilize yourself.

Your boyfriend is quick to pull you further into the bathroom so that he can shut the door. As your adrenaline picks up and you inhale his cologne with a buzzed mind, you crumble to his wishes quickly. He breathes harshly and grasps you firmly, but the name he’s called you is all you need to figure out that the game is coming to its climax and conclusion once more.

There’s a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead and his red jacket and black shirt are both unbuttoned to expose his chest and stomach. He most likely undid them due to his own feverish heat that he was attempting to escape. The sight is too inviting for you to resist splaying a hand onto his warm chest.

Taehyunng spins you to deposit you on the sink and it’s in this moment that you feel the cool surface of the window on your back. You arch away and look behind you on instinct while Taehyung eagerly spreads your legs and moves between them.

The backyard is white as you glance down at the movement below and see Jungkook still squatted down with a bit of snow covering the top of his head. Taehyung must’ve seen you with him.

“Did you text Jungkook just to get me up here?” You breathe out the sentence as Taehyung leans in to mouth at your neck and inhale.

“You weren’t answering my texts.” He’s seemingly out of breath as he replies.

In one swift motion, Taehyung grabs onto your dress and folds it up to expose your panties to him. You bring your other hand up to his hair and finally grab a fistful of it so that you can bring him closer into your body.

He rocks himself into you with both of his hands digging into your asscheeks, kneading roughly.

“I need to be inside you, sweetheart.”

“We can’t fuck here, Tae. It’s disrespectful.” You try to reason with him that it’s a bad idea no matter how good it would feel. You’ve been wet for him since he walked out of the bathroom at his place but fucking in Jimin’s personal bathroom is slightly crossing the line.

“He doesn’t have to know, babe. It can be our little secret.” Taehyung pulls a hand away from your body to undo his belt and the button of his pants. He shoves them down and lets his dick pour out from them to press against your silk-covered pussy. “Please, mamí. Please.”

“Ah.” You hiss through your teeth as he cants his hips to make his tip drag against your folds, the soaked silk allowing you to feel the ridge of his mushroom head. “Tae.”

Although the sensations are almost to the max, his fingers fumble to hook your underwear to the side anyway because he knows you can’t resist giving in for much longer. With nothing in the way, his skin is hot and sticky against your own sopping mess. You wrap your legs around his waist reflexively.

“See? You want me there, don’t you? You want my dick all up in those guts.”

You keen into his movements and words with a high-pitched whine, crumbling to the movement and giving in so fast. You have your defeat on the tip of your tongue whilst you fight to maintain your defense.

“I…” Your teeth chatter and your heart pounds mercilessly against your rib cage. “I…”

“What’s my name, sweetheart?”

You can feel Taehyung’s smile against your skin while he takes his thumb to your clit and massages nimbly. It’s a smile of victory. Of utter satisfaction. He knows that this is where your lack of patience gains him the win that he desires so much. 

His hand trembles, most likely from his own need coursing through him like adrenaline, and practically vibrates his thumbed-attention on your clit to make your last ounces of control dissipate. He knows he’s won when he places his dick against the opening to your cunt and elicits your sob.

“Papí!”

His voice is mortifyingly low and evil as he wraps an arm around your back to bind your body to him.

“Attagirl.”

Your walls part instantly as he rocks forward and you aren’t surprised to find that you are so wet that he is able to sheathe himself all the way in one go. The slide is easy- too easy to be safe from wanting to stay here all night- and you almost cry out at the relief of him attaching his body to every part of yours that he can.

“You’re going to have to be quiet if you don’t want anyone to hear you, sweetheart.” He raises his mouth to your earlobe, speaking against it so that it falls between his lips while he tests a few grinds of himself into you. “We’ll actually get caught.”

You rest your head back against the window whilst he holds your waist in his embrace to keep your pussy and legs vulnerable and spread out for him. It also, thankfully, keeps your back safe from the faucet in the sink.

“The music is so loud. I don’t think anyone can h-” You gasp as he rears back and thrusts himself back into your depth. “-hear themselves even think past that bullshit.” You breathe out, tightening your fingers into his hair while the one on his chest instinctually fists into his jacket.

Taehyung pulls away and lets his mouth fall open in a silent moan. When he looks up at you, his eyebrows are drawn in, blissful.

“Stop worrying about how much you hate Christmas music and worry about keeping your mouth fucking shut.”

You close your mouth and whimper when he thrusts again, particularly hard, to seat the head of his cock at your deepest point. He does it again and knocks the air out of your lungs, but his rhythm is nowhere near fast enough for you to cum.

“Then worry about fucking me, papí. I need it nice and fast.”

The name and your taunting seems to have spurred him back into his own neediness because he pulls away, pulls you down from the counter, and spins you around to face the window with feverish hands.

He throws your dress over your waist, using the split to reveal your ass and rip your panties from your body, and then uses the other hand to guide himself back inside you. Once he’s returned all the way into where he belongs, he leans over your back, slaps his hand over your mouth, and almost snarls.

“Shut the fuck up and take it how I give it.”

You brace yourself against the window anyway because you know you’ve just pushed the exact button you needed to ensure that he gives you what you were asking for.

Taehyung presses his free hand into the small of your back to force your back into an arch that leaves your pussy wide open to his imminent carnage and you whine through your nose when he shoves himself into you.

“I‘ve been trying to fuck this pussy for hours, Y/N.” He thrusted again with bruising fervor. “And now you have the nerve to get a little mouthy with me?”

Digging your hole even deeper- because you’re that desperate for him to fuck you into oblivion in a place so risky- you quietly hum.

“Mhm.”

His scoff is one of utter disbelief.

“Fine. Have it your way, sweetheart.”

He moves the hand down to your neck and rips you up with him, beginning a feverish pace that has your eyes rolling back and your thighs trembling with the pain of your hips hitting the edge of the counter. He’s hitting your insides impossibly deep just like you wanted.

Taehyung’s other hand presses even harder into your lower back, forcing your arch even deeper, and uses it as a means to pull your ass backward and keep you as vulnerable as possible while he surges forward.

The squelch of his cock leaving you is embarrassingly loud because of your juices, but the clap of his hips striking your ass is even louder and you struggle against his hand around your neck to moan wantonly. You know that if you make any noises louder than the quiet whimpers he forces from your lips every time his dick digs deeply into you, he’ll squeeze his fingers into your flesh.

Your boyfriend’s nose digs into your hair and inhales deeply as his tip attacks your malleable insides. He grunts lowly.

“Mmfuck. You smell so fucking good. Squeeze me-” His hips stutter. “-so fucking good.”

His hand tightens a little on your neck, using it to pull your body back into him, and you bite into your lip with a groan as you begin to feel lightheaded. The feeling seems to be all you need to begin your tumble towards your climax.

“Tae,” You warble. “I’m-”

He cuts you off with a whisper. “You gonna cum?”

“Yes!” You yell the word out as you squeeze your eyes shut in regret. It was too difficult to control your volume. Taehyung immediately moves his hand back to your mouth and shoves two of his fingers between your lips to keep you quiet. Thankful for something to occupy your mouth, you suck them eagerly onto your tongue so that you don’t scream again.

“Shut the fuck up.” His voice reaches an octave lower than normal and it sends a delicious chill down your spine despite the harsh words. If anything, you love them.

The hand he used to press into your back suddenly moves and you’re grateful for the relief, yet you jerk your body wildly when he uses it to circle his fingers around your clit instead.

“Yeah, you love this dick, don’t you? Love it so much you want the party to know.” There’s strain in his voice and his hips spend less time separated from your ass; he’s as close to cumming as you are.

Again, you hum against his hand in confirmation.

“Gonna cum in this pussy, baby. Cum so deep- fuck, you’re so warm.”

Small whines begin to emerge from his throat and his speed increases tenfold, yet he barely rears back from your cunt now. Instead, he humps away at your pussy like a needy bunny desperate for release.

Your hands scramble against the window and scratch in search of purchase while your pussy tightens up in preparation for your orgasm. Taehyung let’s his hand leave your mouth and you panic when he grabs both of your hips in his hands to fuck into you like a madman because your mouth is left uncovered and subject to the horribly loud moan you’re about to release into the house.

Just as your pussy seizes up and you cum, you glance out the window.

Jungkook stares up at you from the backyard. 

He has a palm over his clothed cock and, mortifyingly, you cum soundlessly with your mouth hung open as you maintain shocked eye-contact with him.

Taehyung growls and spills every spurt of his spunk deep inside you, clutching your body close and pressing himself as close against you as he possibly can. Your thighs tremble and you try to look anywhere but at the boy staring up at you, but you can’t seem to ignore the thrill of being caught by someone- even if he’s so high that he probably thinks he’s hallucinating.

“Tae,” You whisper once you’ve come down from your own high, heaving for breath. “Jungkook is looking at us.”

Taehyung hisses and leans over you to look at where you’re looking. “What?” When he sees the dumbass just staring up at the two of you, wide eyes unwavering from you, he growls. “That fucking idiot.”

Jungkook must finally catch up to the fact that he’s been caught staring, despite it being a few seconds too late, because he turns beet red and looks down while yanking his hand away from his cock.

Taehyung carefully slides out of you and fumbles for his phone in his pocket, most likely to call Jungkook. You begin opening Jimin’s bathroom drawers in search of some sort of wipes and celebrate internally when you find his baby wipes next to a box of condoms.

As you clean yourself of your boyfriend’s cum, Taehyung puts his phone on speaker and lets it drone on into the call with the guy who saw you fucking in a place you should have not been fucking in.

“Hey dude.” Jungkook casually answers as if nothing happened.

“You will not tell a single soul what you saw, you prick.”

The stoned one laughs. “I wouldn’t dream of it. You’d go off and tell everyone I’m a cuck for being a creep and watching you fuck your girlfriend.”

“That would just be in bad taste.”

Merry Christmas, Fae! Hope you liked it!

[saintlike78]

How about a fred weasley x reader smut with cokwarming. LOVE you writting

Keep me warm [F.W]

A/N: We love a soft Freddie with some cockwarming, thank you so much for the request!

Pairings: Fred Weasley x Fem! Reader

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: NSFW 16+! Vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, slight overstimulation, oral (male receiving), praise, mention of food, fluff. As always lmk if I missed anything.

“Come here, baby,” Fred’s soft voice accompanied by a bend of his pointer finger beckoned you towards him.

You had been standing in the doorway, watching as Fred worked away at bills and paperwork from the shop. He had been going at it for hours and to say that you missed him was an understatement. You had eaten dinner by yourself, watched some muggle television, hugging Fred’s shirt close to your body to get the smallest form of comfort without him present.

But you had decided that if you were quiet enough you could keep him company while he worked and then drag him up to the apartment to ‘keep you company.'

“I promise I’ll be quiet; I just want to be with you,” your voice was small as your feet had placed your body in front of his seated form.

He had turned his chair and spread his legs for you to get in between, his hand instantly finding placement on your hips.

“Aww did you miss me, darling?” He cooed, hands squeezing your hips slightly.

Your own hands had found a place on his face, holding his jaw and scratching subconsciously, causing Fred’s heart to flutter, leaning further into your touch.

“I just hate being up in the apartment when I know you’re here overworking yourself.”

He was almost convinced that your actions were innocent, and you really only wanted to keep him company... that was until he lifted your (his) shirt that reached your mid-thigh, only to be met by your bare cunt. His face went from soft to surprise and lastly, a sly smirk lit up his entire being.

“Is it me you miss or my cock, my needy girl, hmm?” His grin reached from ear to ear as he kept lifting the shirt.

A needy whine left your throat unintentionally causing Fred to chuckle.

“Guess that answered it,” he winked.

“I’m sorry, I know you’re busy... can I wait here with you until you’re finished?” you asked hopefully, still caressing his jaw and cheek with your thumb.

“I’ll do you one better... why don’t you sit here and keep me warm,” he patted his lap, the grin never leaving his face.

You were about to sit when your hips were held in place by Fred’s large hands.

“Since you forgot to wear panties, I don’t want that pretty little cunt of yours to freeze,” he said, reaching a hand down to free his semi-hard cock from the restraints of his trousers, your mouth watering at the sight.

“There... c’mere,” he said as he guided your hips forward.

You crawled onto his lap your thighs spread to straddle his cock. He spat into his hand and pumped himself a couple of times, but not quite satisfied by the wetness; he reached two fingers outrunning them through your soaked folds prompting a small breathy moan to leave your lips. He gathered your arousal on his fingers and spread it on his cock mixing it with his own pre-cum, pumping a few extra times before helping you sink down on him.

His cock stretched you out perfectly, your walls pulsing around him as you adjusted, prompting a small gasp to escape your lips.

Once you were fully sat on him, wiggling around a little to get the most comfortable, your arms found their way around his neck, and you leaned in to press a slow and loving kiss to his beautiful lips. He didn’t hesitate to return the kiss, a small make-out session ensuing, small breathy whimpers leaving your lips every time he moved, the tip of his cock brushing that sweet spot inside of you.

Not long after, he disconnected your lips causing you to whine and pout your lips at him, to which he chuckled.

“I know, my beautiful girl, but the sooner I’m done with work the sooner I can fuck you on this desk,” he grinned and winked, leaning in to kiss your forehead when your pout turned into a small smile, cheeks turning pink from the blush that had formed because of his lewd speech.

You leaned your body forward, chest to chest, your face was hidden in the crook of his neck, your arms holding him tightly against you as he scooted his chair back into place and the sound of the scribbling quill filled the room.

The minutes passed by slowly, much slower than usual, you had concluded. Your walls were pulsing around him, your clit aching to be touched, your body was screaming for you to move, but alas you had to wait. Yet there was something so calming, and fulfilling being connected to Fred in this way, both of you quietly listening to each other’s breathing and just enjoying being with one another in a lovingly intimate way. The quill was working double time, you could tell he was writing much faster than normal, trying to be as quick as possible for you.

He was slowly, mindlessly, stroking up and down the expanse of your back, sometimes settling his hand purposely on your ass, but playing it off as innocent by going right back to stroking your back.

An eternity passed, but your patience was rewarded by the sound of Fred’s quill dropping and the subtle movement of his chair slotting out from being placed right in front of his desk.

He guided your face out, his thumb stroking your cheek and leaning into to kiss you once more.

“You did so good, sat so still… I think you deserve a reward, don’t you, baby?”

You just whimpered and nodded a small ‘please’ leaving your lips as you looked at him with huge pleading eyes. Fred just smiled and reached a hand between the two of you, finding your clit and rubbing slow circles on it, your arousal leaking between the two of you. You moaned at the sensation, his hips still not moving, only his finger worked on your cunt, but already you could feel a small knot forming, your orgasm already approaching. Your cunt squeezing around Fred, his fingers picking up speed bringing you closer to your much-needed release.

“You gonna cum, darling?” Fred asked even though he already knew the answer, your body giving away everything.

“Mhmm… please,” was all you could muster to say between a long moan.

“Go ahead, cum all over my cock.”

With Fred’s permission and encouragement, your body complied, and your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, your cunt pulsing with your release. Your breath hitched, you gasped and whimpered as Fred helped you through your orgasm.

“Good girl,” he purred and retracted his fingers.

You didn’t have time to completely fathom what was going on before Fred had lifted himself from the chair and placed you on his desk, his cock never leaving your sensitive cunt. He started thrusting causing a surprised pleasurable moan to fall from your lips. His hands were holding your waist, keeping you in place as he rutted his hips into yours. Leaning forward he captured your lips in his, soaking up all of your small whimpers and whines, reveling in the fact that only he got to see you like this, only he got to experience your neediness because he was the only one, you’d ever be needy for.

You yelped and jumped a little when you felt Fred’s finger back on your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub to bring you to another release. You grabbed onto Fred’s wrist to keep you steady as you bucked your hips to meet his hard thrusts.

“Come on, I know you’ve got another in you,” Fred said, rubbing faster on your clit when he once more felt you tighten around him.

“Freddie… feels so good, gonna cum,” you babbled into his mouth, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“I know, my pretty baby, cum for me.”

You did as you were told, not that you could have chosen otherwise, your orgasm much more powerful than the last, your entire body shaking and hips bucking with the force of the release. Fred’s name fell from your lips accompanied by shaky, stuttering, moans.

“So pretty,” he captured your lips in an opened mouth kiss, his hips still snapping forward chasing his own release.

“Fred-die, can I-I suck yo-ur cock, ple-ase,” you pleaded between gasps.

Fred smiled a cocky smile, but nodded, “of course, my love.”

He pulled out and stepped back, stepping out of his trousers that had pooled around his ankles. You shakily got on your feet, Fred’s arms catching you when you nearly toppled over. His arms held you and helped you to your knees in front of him, his red hard cock level with your face. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, creating a make-shift ponytail as his other hand caressed your cheek slowly.

You reached a hand up to grab his cock, fisting a couple of times before letting your jaw go slack and leading his length into your warm waiting mouth. You used your tongue to add pressure as you guided his cock further down your throat, not letting your gag reflex surface as it hit the back of your throat. Using your hand to pump and twist at the base, where your mouth didn’t reach, you felt him twitch. You bobbed your head a couple of times, his moans and grunts spurring you on, loving the sounds.

You retreated your mouth a little and suckled on his tip, your tongue running over the sensitive slit causing a shiver to run through Fred and a stuttered moan to leave his lips.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum right down that beautiful throat,” he moaned, interrupted by a grunt.

Hearing this you took him as far down your throat as you could, prodding a gag to erupt.

“Oh god,” Fred moaned as he came down your throat, the salty liquid gliding into your waiting mouth. You swallowed around him the best you could with his cock still in your mouth, another gag leaving your throat.

He slowly pulled out and hooked his arms under yours as he hoisted you up to stand before him.

“My good girl,” he said as he lifted you to carry you. Your legs wrapped around his hips, holding onto him like a koala as your lips found his again.

“Thank you, Freddie,” you said between kisses, “can we take a bath together,” you asked, looking at him with the best puppy eyes you could muster.

“Of course, we can, baby, and then we can cuddle and watch that muggle movie we talked about the other day.”

You smiled with glee, hugging him close to you as he carried you up the stairs to the apartment.

“Oh, my Gods! Give a warning next time!” George yelled and covered his eyes as Fred carried you through to your room, both of you naked from the waist down.

Fred laughed loudly, you just buried your face into his neck, your face red with embarrassment. “Sorry, Georgie, we forgot.”

“You better clean the office up before I have to work in there tomorrow,” George said sternly before retreating back to his room, bumping into the doorframe because of his covered eyes.

You giggled, “you’re stupid.”

“But you love me anyway,” Fred smirked and kissed the side of your head.

“Yes, I really do.”

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[ykwrites]

Hi! This is gonna be a wierd request but I just got really bad injuries on my fingers and I can't use them without being in immense pain (text to speech has become my best friend) so you think you can write something with M H A characters with an S slash O that can't use their hands after a mission/accident without being in a ton of pain? I just need some fluff to read while I recover. Thanks!

Hello there !! Dw, your request is not weird at all, I hope you are doing well and enjoy this little drabble, I apologize if it´s too short and kinda bad but I tried my best :3

You didn´t give me specific MHA characters so I picked randomly hehe

Thank u for your request, sending you all the love and comfort in the world :)

Pairings:Bakugo x reader, Kirishima x reader

Rating: SFW

Warnings: None

𝓚𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓶𝓪

This lovebug is so supportive, his heart aches when he sees you hurting.

Right after the incident he spent every second of his day practically attached to your hip.

Washes your hair, not because he wants to be over bearing but because he wants to make you feel loved and avoid any discomfort.'

''Hang in there, baby, it´ll take a second''his voice comes out softly, almost whispering as he takes the shampoo bottle.

''You are doing too much''you say, closing your eyes at the feeling of his hands on your scalp.

''No ammount of attention I give you can be too much''he responds, sounding offended but still gentle.

''Thank you''

''No need to do that, and you have helped me tons of times before when I´ve gotten injured''

''It´s not the same, you are doing everything for me''

''And I´m so happy I get to do that, now you can´t push me away when I want to smother you in kisses''he jokingly says, trying to make you laugh ''I´m kidding, I know you are having a hard time and I just want to make it easier''

His lips touch your cheek in a short but extremely sweet kiss, careful not to overwhelm you.

''Now, time to rinse''a cheeky laugh scapes him, and you know why.

''Don´t let the soap get in my eyes''you warn him, also laughing.

''I´m not that clumsy! trust me!''

''That´s what you say every time and I always end up with soap in my eyes!''

''Appreciate me or else I´ll do it on purpose''he pretends to put the shower head right above your eyes, making you jump back.

''I do appreciate you!''

''I know, baby''his free hand comes up to cup your cheek, calming his laugh''I love you''

''I love you too''you respond, feeling lucky to have him.

𝓑𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸

At first he gets extremely mad, obviously not at you but at the villain you were fighting, plans on how to hunt them down.

With time he realizes the most important thing is your wellbeing and tries to tone down his anger.

Not good at supporting but tries really hard, he has his own way of helping.

Observes your face for too long just to see if he can spot any discomfort and inmediately act on how to fix it. 

His gaze is fixed on your face, that´s how it´s been lately and even more so when he sees you taking the tv remote in your hands  and plan on changing the channel. 

With a little bit of time and patience, you end up doing it, trying to avoid applying too much pressure, just to challenge yourself. Obviously your face contorts in pain anyway, but that was something you expected to happen already. 

‘‘Next time, ask me’‘ he says, blurting out words like he is trying to sound calmer than he actually is.

‘‘I’m coming to terms with all this, everything is new and I’m just trying to do little things’‘you explain. 

‘‘But you are hurt’‘

‘‘I know that’‘

For a moment he remains silent, visibly confused on how to express his feelings without exploding like he always does, not in a bad way, but you know he is quick to get frustrated. You also know he is trying so hard to be gentler and make you feel better. 

‘‘You know the other day I met up with Deku and Ochako’‘Bakugo says. 

You nod. 

‘‘They told me how to tell you this, shitty Deku said he was translating my words to a gentler tone, that smartass’‘ assuming he is going to explain where this is going, you keep quiet when he breathes before continuing ‘‘I know you are hurting, and I´m sorry you are in pain. I love you and I want to help you, please be patient with me when I get frustrated, I´m never mad at you I get mad at myself for not being able to fix everything’‘

A small tear runs down your face, and you don´t even realize it until Bakugo visibly panics and whipes it off with his thumb. 

‘‘Oh shit, I fucked up, didn´t I? I knew I should´ve written down every word’‘

‘‘Shut up’‘you manage to speak, making him stop ‘’You said everything perfectly’’

‘‘Then why are you crying?’‘

‘‘Because I´m happy to have you’‘

‘‘Oh fuck, thank god’‘ he visibly relaxes ‘’But I´m sorry to tell you that I win’’

‘‘You what?’‘you ask, confused by the smug smile showing on his lips. 

‘‘I am way more lucky to have you, so suck it up because I win that one’‘