#and then I went to sleep late and could not sleep

[vaaaaaiolet]

Anxiety left you sleepless all night. Leon figures his favorite dream of you might help.

mdni CIAO CHILDREN!! f / m smut w established relationship. put bluntly, leon fucks the worry out of you 😭 he talks you through sex by retelling a dream, tiny bit of character study, PRAISE!! TONS of fingering, 0.5 sec of cockwarming, light angst, p in v w/ a happy ending iykwim, aftercare and i love you's awww. also strawberries 🍓

a / n: req fic from my event!! i took the premise from isle of strawberries by edwin raphael and you can find a playlist for this fic here. motivational smut is a first for me LMFAO but i hope this works w your vision, anon <3 also PEE AFTER SEX YOU GUYS

word count: 2.5k // read on ao3

The 5 AM sun shines rays through the cracks in your plan. You thought you’d been convincing enough with your face pancake-flat against the pillow and your left arm thrown out of the blanket just so. You’d even made sure you had a foot poking into Leon’s side the way he always grumps about, but somehow, your boyfriend always seems to see right through you.

Just like now. 

A busybody poke on your shoulder. “Sweetheart,” follows a drowsy whisper, “what’re you doing?”

Sleeping since last night, thank you very much.

“No use playing possum. You haven’t moved an inch since we went to bed and you, ma’am, can’t sleep still to save your life. C’mere,” and you’re tugged to Leon’s side of the bed, the top of your head peppered with slow, sleepy kisses as he hugs an arm around your middle. “Did you sleep at all tonight?”

You clutch his forearm like a safety bar on a rollercoaster. “A little.”

“Enough?”

“Um…” 

Leon kisses his teeth. He’s usually the one on the receiving end of these questions, but he’s picked up a couple things from you. “Too hot? Too cold? Anything I can get you?”

“Nothing’s wrong, I just can’t fall asleep.”

A quiet sigh from you, a hum of understanding from him.

“Because you’ve been thinking again.” He asks if you want to talk about it.

“It’s just a bad night,” you mumble, playing absentmindedly with his fingers. “Overwhelmed. Been getting into my head about everything I should be doing but don’t. I feel like I’m letting everyone down all the time.” 

In the champagne pink of the early morning light pouring through the bedroom window, your eyes trace the corded muscle of Leon’s arm around you – a testament to the strength it takes to do his job every day. There’s scars here, burn marks there, a plum-hued bruise.

Your words stumble to a halt. Embarrassed color rises to your cheeks. 

The matter is that scars from his missions to the ends of the earth litter the chest cradling your back right now. Leon must be sore and aching, listening to you whine like a child with too much food on your plate. What could be keeping you up at night when he shoulders your worst nightmares for a living? All while you lay cuddled and coddled? You don’t know the first thing about worry, the paralysis in his bones that must pale to yours.

Guilt creeps up your spine, and Leon frowns at your sudden silence. You’re retreating into a shell he’s called home too many times. He won’t have any of that with you. 

“Hey, hey, you’re okay,” he soothes, smoothing back your hair. “I’m still here. You don’t wanna talk right now?” 

You let go of his arm and burrow into your pillow, mumble about how you like sleeping late on weekends anyway.

A scoff sounds behind you. “Sleep late, my ass.” 

Leon’s arm comes circling back over your ribs in an instant. He squeezes you so tight to his chest that you feel his heart thump behind your back, and you can’t help the unexpected laugh that bubbles up your throat when he lets go. It’s his favorite reflex of yours.

“If you won’t talk, I will.” Leon presses a kiss to your cheek. “Gonna distract you for a bit, sweetheart. Humor me?”

“Hm?”

“I wanna tell you about my favorite dream. You’re in it.”

You can’t pretend that doesn’t catch your attention like lightning to a rod. Leon doesn’t dream much, not besides the nightmares that have him scrambling to throw off the covers in the middle of the night. 1998 hangs thick in the air of your bedroom some days, but for him to have a dream where you don’t die for a change? That’s new. 

So is his hand starting to creep under your sleep shirt, playful circles tracing on the soft skin below your navel. Part of his distraction strategy. A successful one, if the skip in your heart rate has anything to do with it.

“This okay?” he rasps.

More than. 

You reach behind, cradling his cheek to kiss him a proper hello; allow yourself an anticipatory inhale when Leon’s hand dives under the waistband of your shorts. It takes exactly three seconds for his middle finger to pinpoint the pearl of your clit, and he circles it twice, maddeningly slow, before sliding right under to trace along the seam of your entrance. 

Leon keeps the pressure light. He needs your head clear so you listen. 

“It always starts the same.” He shifts his hips so yours widen for him. “I’m standing in the middle of a huge field, a strawberry farm. There’s nothing around for miles, just rows of bushes full of berries and storm clouds in the distance. I find an empty basket in my hand.”

You imagine your mountain of a boyfriend holding a basket like Strawberry Shortcake. Adorable. “You dream about picking strawberries?” you giggle, arching your back to fit more comfortably against him, and your consideration earns you a searing dip of his finger into your pooling arousal. 

“That,” Leon chuckles, “and a nagging, sinking feeling that I should be doing something but I can’t.”

Oh. 

“Mhm. It hits me that I have to pick as many strawberries as I can before the storm rolls in, and I can’t even move, sweetheart.”

You swallow the returning lump in your throat. Push down a sigh that was building at the upward roll of his fingertip inside you. Leon tuts at your effort, coaxing the sound out anyway with a press of the spongy spot he knows is tucked at the back of your walls. You crumple at the delicious nudge; it leaves you open to welcome another finger into your warmth.

“But this is a good dream because,” Leon smiles at your next gasp, “then I see you at the edge of the field standing next to a little house, waving at me.” 

He scissors you open like he’s got all the time in the world. You clutch the corner of your pillow when you hear it through the comforter: the soft, rhythmic squelch of his fingers curling into your cunt.

Pretending he can’t hear your whimpered little curses as he coos in your ear, “There you go, listen to that,” Leon continues. “That’s when I start thinking. There’s no way I can save all these strawberries in time. You’re standing there, smiling at me without a clue there’s a storm brewing, and suddenly all I can think about is getting you into the house before you get hurt.”

His lesson becomes one of endurance the more he talks. The fingers pumping into your pussy melt your brain into mush that’s chanting, more, more! Exactly the root of your problem.

“So then I- oh, poor baby. This isn’t enough?” 

Shit. You forgot you talk in your sleep. And apparently when you get fingered too. 

“Guess I can’t blame you. I get distracted in the dream too, fuck.” There’s a pause, a sputtering stop to the lovely fullness when Leon pulls his fingers out and promptly sucks them off. 

Even a worm will turn; you certainly do. You whine Leon’s name when he makes a show of it, gazing at you with half-moon eyes and a boyish grin pulling at his lips. “What, it’s my fault you taste better than the strawberries did?” 

No, for leaving you hanging. You were paying attention — maybe a bit too much.

“It was you, by the way,” Leon chuckles, lifting the comforter so his knees can bracket your thighs. 

“I distracted you in the dream?” you gasp, sliding your hands up his shirt.

“In the best way, angel. You helped me get moving again.”

The peachy light of dawn caramelizes gold as Leon climbs on top of you. It doesn’t warm the bedroom quite yet; Leon makes sure the comforter is tucked over your bare skin after he finishes kicking off his pajama pants. He’s back to murmuring sweet nothings, gently tugging your shirt over your shoulders so he can kiss down the swell of your breasts. You’re so toasty under the covers that the goosebumps now speckling your chest are entirely his fault. 

“I remember you picking a few berries off a bush,” Leon looks fondly up at you under golden lashes, pressing a gentle kiss over your heart, “and you just looked so content eating them. I was fretting over saving the whole field and you were fine with a handful.”

You’re itching to ask: but the storm’s still coming, isn’t it? Thunder, rain, your aching cunt dripping onto the sheets right under him. 

Leon is all too happy to answer. 

One hand cradles the back of your head so he can drop his mouth onto yours, leaving the other free to slip under the blankets, rub consolation over the hood of your clit, and finally, finally, notch the swollen head of his cock at your entrance. You cry out, clutching at Leon’s hair when he sheaths himself in a buttery-smooth stroke – as if it could be any other way with how you’ve melted like chocolate in his hands. You both gasp at the stretch.

Leon’s jaw works as he kisses you, savoring you. Spit bridges your mouths in between split-second gulps of air. Your heart thumps against your ribcage like you’re hanging off a precipice, no difference in the dizzying drop that waits ahead. His length sits adjusting inside the squeeze of your plush walls. 

Leon’s sentences come out chopped and desperate as he alternates sucking berry-toned love bites between your breasts, and he admits, “I don’t save the all the strawberries.”

You wheeze as if you’ve dashed across the field yourself. “No?”

“Just need enough to last us the storm. Fuck the rest, figure it’ll grow back. Only need to focus on what matters – getting enough for you – so I pick a couple,” the thick of his cock is suffocating when it’s this still, “run,” Leon pants at the first snap of his hips against yours, outrunning the storm all over again, “and pull you inside the house before lightning strikes.”

Electric pleasure curls up from the base of your spine, spreads to your head and flickers down to your toes as Leon starts pounding into your pussy. No room in your chest for anxiety to linger when your eyes are rolling skyward. The edges of your vision melt into vignette as your lover sinks into you again and again. 

Tunnel vision. 

“Keep those pretty eyes open. Focus on what matters,” he repeats in a frenzied whisper, and the tunnel closes in.

All you see are Leon’s eyes. Smack dab in the middle of his blown out pupils is your reflection.

That’s it.

Coherency goes flying out the window with all your brainpower used up to connect the dots. “Leon, you-!”

“Tell me what you see, sweetheart,” he breathes sharply. “I know you can.”

You beg for mercy at each dig of his blunt cockhead. “Me, I get it, fuck! Please- just let me come!”

Course he can, he just has to drill something else into you first. 

“Need to hear you say it,” Leon grits. Nips at the base of your neck as your nails claw stinging holds on his shoulders. “Shit, I’ll make you see stars, don’t worry, I just need to – oh, you’re so fucking tight! – get it in your head. You can’t shut down on me.”

You thrash under him, make more space for bruising kisses to bloom up your neck. “But you’ve had it worse,” you sob out, overwhelmed. 

“How else do you think I know?”

He’s not letting you head off into your own storm alone. Not when you’ve saved him from his.

“Tell me you’ll let me in next time you get in your head, and I’ll make you come. I’ll make you come so fucking good, baby,” Leon hisses, stealing one last kiss from your panting lips. 

“Promise?” 

“Promise.” 

“I will.”

And you ought to thank your lucky stars your levees don’t hold. 

It starts with spiraling cracks. Leon reaching down to press his thumb over your swollen clit. One shaky thrust away from dislodging the last brick holding you together. A blink-and-you’ll-miss-it flutter of your cunt, choked breaths torn from his throat when the silken clutch of your walls sends him into that final crescendo. 

Leon’s fraying at the edges, obsessive in how rolls his thumb at the bundle of nerves that make you shriek his name, and you, hand in hand with him, finally let the swelling tsunami in the pit of your stomach topple your walls. 

Turns out he’s right. Stars explode across the night sky when your eyes squeeze shut. 

You can’t pay attention to much except the rolling tide of pleasure. Leon’s soon spilling into you, his brow pinched as he blindly works his spend into your cunt under the covers. His forehead glistens with sweat, hell, your baby hairs are a dripping mess, but strangely, you think you’ll spend the rest of your life chasing this warmth again. 

Your heart’s never felt more weightless. 

Glowing seconds sail by. Leon’s shaking arms eventually give way and he collapses onto your chest. You let out an “oof!” at the drop. 

“And then the dream ends,” you hear him sigh, eyelids fluttering shut.

About time, you think, smiling as you brush a thumb over his cheekbone. “Then you wake up?”

“No.” Leon cracks open a sapphire eye and grins. “Sometimes we do this.”

In the little hou- Oh. “Fuck you,” you laugh.

“It’s my favorite for a lot of reasons!” 

He sits up, keeping his touch featherlight when he pulls himself out from between your candied thighs. Tiny aftershocks jerk your thighs once, twice, and Leon takes the time to whisper soft apologies when he reaches for a tissue on the bedside table. 

“I meant it back there, y’know?” he hums, gently wiping off the mess between your legs. “I hate seeing you so hard on yourself.”

“It just feels like I’m making a big deal out of nothing. Especially when you’ve been through worse,” you mumble, picking at the covers.  

The tissue gets tossed into the trash, and Leon shoots you a small smile. “Worse to you, maybe. To me, the worst thing I’ve seen is watching you lose your spark and not being able to help.”

“You really think so?”

“Why wouldn’t I? I love you.”

So you remember your promise. 

You tell him you love him too, no more secrets to keep in your head. The bedroom blooms warmer than you remember it ever being, a little slice of summer straight out of both your dreams.

You remember the strawberries from the farmer’s market in the kitchen, and that Leon makes killer Sunday pancakes.

You remember how much you love afternoon catnaps with your limbs tangled between his. Infinite possibilities pile high like the papers on your work desk. So much to get started.

Focus on what matters. The rest will grow back.

You turn the other cheek, and kiss your lover on the mouth.

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[bessa-ta]

Bubbles and You

bf!Viktor (arcane) x reader

Summary - You decide to help Viktor relax from his stressful work at the lab with a warm bath, which leads to you two becoming intimate :)

Genre - smut, fluff, intimate, shower sex

Warnings - mdni!, unprotected sex, cockwarming. I have no idea if i should add anything else. Let me know if so.

Attention: Bessa's first post! + I'm not really fluent in english, if there are typos and mistakes just close your eyes ❤️

Midnight. Another day in which you patiently wait for your Viktor to come back home from the lab. But tonight you had something in mind - a way to spend some relaxing time together when he arrives.

It's been like that for the past 2-ish weeks where Viktor comes home really late at night, and it would be a lie if you said that you weren't pissed off by now with this routine. Spending your nights alone until late in the shared bed of your shared little cozy house, missing the presence of your loved one, isn't something that you or anyone else would wish for but sadly it's what you are put to deal with.

For the short time Viktor returns back home to have a meal, take a quick shower, and finally get some sleep for a few hours, you can see the stress he is put into. You knew he had a hard time with the new device he is working on, so you could never be mad at him. You are not this type of person, you respect his hard work and ambitions even if the lack of attention to you hurt you.

Today you had something in mind though - helping him relax with a warm bath together.

Time - 12:41AM. Viktor is finally on the front door, removing his shoes. You go running to him, giving him a tight hug and a peck on the lips.

"You are finally here." you say with a smile. He smiles back at you as he closes and locks the door behind him.

The night passed as usual until Viktor made his way to the bathroom for a quick shower. You followed him there, starting to undress with him. He paused for a bit, processing your actions.

"Y/n what are you.. doing, my love?" he asked with confusion since you two have never showered nor bathed together. Why were you undressing together with him in the bathroom was a big mystery he couldn't solve right now, woah.

"Will take a bath, with you." a simple reply you striked him with, which made him look at you with wide open eyes. It's not like you haven't seen each other naked before. Oh, you did (even did the freaky, not once). But having such an intimate moment together as bathing? Haven't done it.

"Stop staring.. undress finally." you say as you were fully undressed now, but Viktor stayed as if he was frozen in time.

"Is there something wrong? You don't want to?"

"N-no, no, no, I'm undressing! Done!" and for a second he got completely naked too.

Man's heart beats fast like a rabit's. He got so excited but also shocked about the idea of bathing with you that at this point, he just waited for your commands of what to do.

You filled the bathtub with warm water, added the bubbles, and together stepped inside, you helping him. He hates bathtubs, and he never bathes because of his leg. He would difficultly step in and out of one, but with you beside him to help, it was alright.

You two sat comfortably there. Your back pressed against his chest, warm water with bubbles touching your bodies in the dark bathroom where you put a few candles to make the atmosphere more romantic. Your hand was drawing circles on Viktor's (good leg) thigh and he rested his head on your shoulder.

"I really enjoy this. Thank you..." he said quietly and leaned to leave a kiss on your shoulder. One, two, three more, and he went up kissing your neck, slowly and softly.

"You work really hard... I want to help you relax." you said and turned around to face him.

"You do it everyday already." His eyes sparkled from the light of the candles. He looked at you with a sotf smile on his face. "After all the hours in the lab, coming home to you always gives me peace. Sleeping in your arms makes me think about nothing but feel your warmth and care. I love this." he took your hand in his and raised it to his lips, giving it a kiss. "I love you." he looked into your eyes again and pulled you into his lap.

You rested your hands on his shoulders while his rested on your waist, holding you there and kissed you softly. You kissed back, leaning in more into the kiss that your chest pressed against his now. The kiss grew hungrier, leaving you and Viktor breathless. He pulled away just to move down to your neck, leaving wet kisses and bites, marking you as his. You moaned and grabbed his hair, pulling it not to harshly. This made him suck on your neck harder, forming red to purple marks everywhere around it, down to your collarbones.

One of his hands reached up to grab your breast. He squeezed and played with it as his other hand still held you by the waist. Since you were sitting in his lap, you could feel his bare hardness against you. You felt so hot and worked up already that all you wanted was to take him in.

You raised yourself slightly on your knees, which surrounded him, and grabbed his shaft so you could position it on your entrance.

"Wait babe, a condom?" he stopped kising your chest to mention the miss of protection you needed to continue.

"Not this time." you were needy and couldn't wait any longer, he waited in front of your entrance damn it.

"Are you sur-" he couldn't finish his question because you were already positioning yourself down on him slowly, taking his length just perfectly. He moaned and rolled his eyes back to the sensation, grabbing your waist with both his hands and hips slightly bucking up to feel more you. Oh, you felt so heavenly, all wet and warm, just for him. He got dizzy, and he could see stars.

You started to move up and down, your hands still on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you felt him deep inside you. Viktor being a whimpering mess beneath you, moving his hips up because he wanted to cum so bad after not doing so for days.

You continued riding him but increasing your spreed by a little. The water in the bathtub moving restlessly with your rhythm.

Viktor could feel his climax approach, making him try to rut up into you desperately. You can feel your own approach too, so you didn't stop nor slow down your moves. Thankfully, the water surrounding you helped you not feel as tired as you would feel by now.

Viktor buried his face into your neck as his orgasm was about to hit. "Close.. so close, don't stop." he murmured breathlessly but a few seconds later now he was milking your insides. Hot seed filling you up, which triggers your orgasm too, and you two come together in sync.

You still feel him twitch inside you, and you lean to give him another sweet, tired kiss. "So good..." you whisper in between and pull away to rest your head on his shoulder.

Viktor hugged you tightly as you were still there with him buried inside you, kissing the top of your head. "That was so good, love, I agree." he smiled and closed his eyes. The water in the tub calming its movement too. You two could really relax now in each others embrace.

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[lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom]

hii I was wondering if u could write something where daeho and reader are already in a relationship and they find eachother after the first round and maybe they are upset with eachother for going into the games.

anc if it could have a bit of fluff that would be nice!!

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At Least We Have Eachother

KANG DAE-HO X READER

Summary- Dae-ho and you both join the squid games for the benefit of the other. Neither of you know about it, until you find each other after the first game.

Warnings- Squid Games, mentions of blood, murder, and death

A/N- Thank you guys for the overwhelming support with my Daeho fic. I am so motivated right now, it's not even funny. He is such a sweet baby, MY SHAYLAAAA

Word Count- 1,192

Your debt was not something you were proud of. To be honest, it crept up on you. It started with medical bills, then Daeho ran into some Ex-Marines, who dragged him into a bad gamble.

From there it kind of went down hill. Struggling to pay bills, borrowing more money, making the wrong people mad. In other words, the two of you were in an extremely bad position.

When a strange man with a suitcase approached you on your way home, you were hesitant. In any other situation you might have ignored him and walked away. But, you had just had another invoice from a debt collecting company. Not to mention the loan shark that came up and threatened Daeho two days prior. The eviction notice was also putting a hole on your kitchen table.

The idea of following the funny-looking card, winning a bunch of money, clearing your (and Daeho) debts. It was too good to be true, you knew that deep down. At the end of the day, you were at rock bottom. Desperate people do desperate things.

So, while slipping Daeho a simple lie about spending the night with a friend... You took off to the discrete location alone. Where you were picked up by a van. You don't remember much after that.

The regret sunk in deep when you realized what you had gotten yourself into. When you awoke seeing hundreds of people around you, all in the same position, you were noticeably scared. You barely left the bed you woke in. Only to stand with the crowd to listen to the guards and sign the needed contract. It seemed too late to back out now...

The first game was lonely, intimidating, and revealing. The only reason you weren't lying head face in the sand dead, was your fear. It struck you stone-cold still on 'red light'. The ring of your ears pressured you to move forward on 'Green light.' Due to the deadly shots to other players. It pushed you to move so you didn't suffer the same fate.

You were much too nervous to talk to anyone, you saw little point in making friends at first. That was until the realization of any team games.

After the first game was officially over and you had returned to the common room, you'd taken a moment to think. To think how it would be if you were able to walk home now. How it probably wouldn't even matter if you had died, so many people were out for your head anyways. It was all looking dark, but Daeho was your light. He was always so positive, he kept you happy. You owed it to him to keep fighting.

To keep fighting for that adorable, handsome, sweet face. That same face that was currently staring you down....

"Daeho?" You questioned, just in case your mind was playing a trick on you.

"What are you doing here!" He ran over, pulling you further behind the layered beds. His grip was tight on your arm, once the two of you stopped, he seemed to notice. At that he quickly loosened his squeeze.

"W-why are you here! I-I thought you were sleeping over at-" You cut him off, your guilty conscience taking over.

"Daeho, what are you doing here?" You rebutted, frantically pushing your hair back. He knew you were nervous.

"To settle some of our debt, but that doesn't even matter anymore. People are dying, you can't be here!" He stressed over you. He did a few takes over your form, making sure you were not hurt in any way. You thought he was finished until he slowly brought his hand up. He stuck his thumb out and seared a few drops of blood off of your cheek. You hadn't noticed them before...

An argument against him was impossible to think of, but you managed. "Well I can say the same about you! You could get killed also. Where would that leave me!" He threw his head back, pressing both hands over his face. He dragged them down, an annoyed expression on his face.

"Ohhh, this can not be happening.. I-it doesn't matter, because you're here, where you were not supposed to be!" He started to fidget with his fingers, a sign he was distressed.

"Dae...I'm also here because... I got fired yesterday..." You looked down, picking at your nails. His head snapped to look at yours. "What?"

"They were... overstaffed and, apparently a younger employee could do the same amount of work for minimum wage... So, they just got rid of me..." He looked sympathetic, but still mad.

"You should have told me. We would have figured it out. You didn't have to lie."

You thought for a second, "Its not like I wanted to lie! I was trying to help us!"

"How reckless!" He said. It was almost comical!

A laugh pushed its way out, "Oh my gosh, don't act like you aren't here too!" You started to raise your voice, frustrated.

He took a single step back, hands on his hips. "You're supposed to be the smart one! I'm fun, loving, a burst of fricken light!" He said, his words contradicting his tone, not joyfully at all.

"Whatever! What matters now is that we were stuck in a death trap! The money is not even our first problem. We might not even be alive before the day is over! Or worse, you'll be dead and I'll be left to suffer!"

He gave another sigh, stepping forward and embracing you. It was exactly what both of you needed. His arms wrapped impossibly tight around you. You could only reciprocate the squeeze. His head fell on top of yours, he nestled in.

"I don't want to argue, I just want you safe... We will be fine." He said, keeping you in his grasp.

"I know, but I just wanted to help... The man seemed so promising, that we could have a normal life again." You wanted to let your tears flow, but you couldn't risk looking weak. You had to remind yourself that there were still a couple hundred other players in the large room.

He shook his head on top of yours, "I would live in a tent as long as I was with you.... I can manage anywhere, as long as you are by my side..."

You pulled back to look at him. Your arms still wrapping around each other. "I just, I know you're not happy... I wanted to clear everything up, one day own our own house. One that we can never get evicted from." He pushed a stray hair behind your ear.

"Oh Dae, I don't care about that. I just want you." You shoved your head into his chest.

"I love you.."

"I love you too."

"What the hell are we going to do here." You questioned, peaking up from his chest slightly.

"Were going to stick together. We're going to get out of this alive." He pulled back and down to press a firm and reassuring kiss on your lips. Maybe things would be so bad after all.

Oh, how naive you both were...

A/N- Honestly, I like my first Daeho fic better. But that's probably because I am a SUCKER for emotional hurt/comfort. Anyways, I hope y'all enjoyed this one. Pls lmk how I can improve!!!

[nicverse]

crawling back to you

where jason can't stop coming back to you every night.

jason todd x journalist!reader

warnings: small mention of blood and wounds. just a little bit of fluff.

You were too busy writing your next article about the last incident in Gotham, too focused on the sound of your fingers against the keyboard that you didn’t even notice Jason’s body slipping behind you, resting his body on your couch.

It had been a long, long night. He was tired and probably didn’t have a good night's sleep for weeks, so as soon as his head touched the soft material of your couch, he dozed off.

His own apartment had been long forgotten since the first time he entered yours. Yours was full of life, small little cosy lights instead of the cold ones he had, lots of books and music records you loved to play when you were cooking. Everything was so nice and warm, like you. Jason always told himself he kept coming back to your place because he just loved the good decoration it had, but mostly, he loved the person who was living there.

He really loved the pretty thing that was sitting in front of him, quickly writing on her laptop.

You didn’t notice his presence until you stood up from your desk and saw his body passed out on your couch. Your heart jumped in your chest as your soul left your body for a few seconds, you were not yet used to his late night appearances in your house. You walked very slowly towards his face, gently removing his mask as your fingers slowly caressed his face. He had a few deep cuts but the worst one was in his brown; an ugly, deep cut that started to bleed a little.

You went for your aid kit. It wouldn’t be the first time you stitched him up and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Your fingers lingered against his skin carefully, starting to clean his wounds.

Jason was a light sleeper, so he noticed your presence as soon as you touched his skin, but he didn’t open his eyes. He felt your fingers taking care of his face so carefully as if he would break. His heart started to pound like a horse running, so hard that he was afraid that you would feel it too.

Your hand was a rose petal cleaning the skin of a killer, and the worst part was that he didn’t even flinch. He just closed his eyes and relaxed in the warmth of your body close to his. Jason never thought he was worthy of so much love, especially you, a broken body like his would never be able to get better.

But you made him believe otherwise. From the first time you took him in your arms and cleaned his wounds he knew deep down that maybe there was hope for him to be better.

"I know you are awake, Jason," you murmured with a chuckle, patching up his wounds. "You're the worst light sleeper I've ever met," Jason opened his eyes to find your pretty face looking down on his as your body knelt beside your couch, "You don't have to patch me up, you know," he replied, biting his cheek to stop the smile that threatened to appear on his face.

He never wanted you to stop patching him up, though. Every night, he would crawl back to you and seek your warmth.

"I know, but I want to," you said, fixing the hair that covered his face. Your eyes pinned in his, no, you didn’t look at the scars in his body, you never looked at him with fear or anger but it was always love and affection.

He wanted to kiss you so badly, to hold you close and never let go, to feel your soft embrace melt into his.

But he couldn't. He didn’t want you to get involved in his world or in his life, not because he didn’t love you, it was because he loved you so much that he wanted to keep you away from his problems— from him.

“Just sleep a bit, Jason, your eyebags make you look like a raccoon” you passed him a blanket, his favorite “could say the same ‘bout you, princess” Jason responded as you rolled your eyes.

"Good night, Red Hood," you said as your body disappeared in the door to your bedroom.

Maybe he should be keeping away from you, but he didn’t want to— not anymore.

—there's something about this type of jason, he loves you buy is too afraid to fuck everything up. yet he can't stop craving your love!

—this is something i took out of the fic im writing about jason x journalist!reader and I love these two already

—i'd love to do requests! feel free to ask them <3

[lyvhie]

indifference | na jaemin

na jaemin x fem!reader ꒰ summary ꒱ they say the opposite of love is indifference. ꒰ a/n ꒱ merry christmas, loves!!! i'm late but it's fine, it's the thought that counts!! unfortunately, haechan wasn't under my tree this year (i don even have a tree). ANYWAYS, this little fic is just a test, but i hope u like it <3 ꒰ cw ꒱ guys, i think this is a little angst 😓.

The moment your eyes fluttered open, your hand instinctively reached out to the other side of the bed, only to find it cold and empty. The sheets were still ruffled, a faint trace of warmth lingering where Jaemin had slept. But he wasn’t there.

You stared at the unoccupied space, a familiar ache settling deep in your chest. You couldn’t remember exactly when this started, but it had now become a routine. Falling asleep without hearing a soft good night and waking up to an empty bed.

It hadn’t always been this way. Cold mornings used to be one of the warmest, brightest moments of your day. You’d wake up to strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, while soft, loving kisses were scattered across your face like gentle whispers of affection.

Now, those moments felt like fragments of a distant memory, slipping further away with each passing day.

You sat up in bed, mustering all the courage you could to face the day. It took longer than you cared to admit to drag yourself into the bathroom and brush your teeth. As you stood there, your mind ran through all the possible conversations you could have with him, rehearsing lines, convincing yourself that today would be different.

Walking into the kitchen, you followed the faint scent of coffee, hoping to find him there. The house was silent. He was already gone. The only sign of him was a single mug sitting on the table, filled with hot chocolate. It hadn’t been long since he left, steam still curled gently from the surface.

Picking up the mug, you wrapped your hands around it, letting its warmth seep into your fingers. You took a sip, the familiar sweetness easing some of the heaviness in your chest. He didn’t have to wake up early, didn’t have to leave like this, he didn't have to leave without saying a word, but knowing he took a moment to make this for you… it made the loneliness feel just a little more bearable.

It might sound silly, but little gestures like this had started to mean the world to you ever since Jaemin began acting this way. You didn’t know if it was something you had done or said, but it felt… off.

It had been a while since you first noticed the shift, and you still couldn’t understand what was happening—to him, to you, to both of you.

It all started with something simple, like the first time he didn’t wait for you to have dinner together. It was fine, sometimes things like that happen. Then came a few small arguments, like how he seemed more interested in his phone than talking to you, even about something as simple as his or your day.

After that, it escalated to him coming home late without clear explanations. Then there were the moments he turned his face away when you tried to kiss him, pretending he was just looking at something else. Slowly, he was staying up late, going to bed only after you had already fallen asleep, or he’d fall asleep on the couch while watching TV, only to leave early the next morning without even saying good morning. It was as if he was deliberately avoiding you.

You tried to talk to him about it once, asking if something was wrong, but he simply said everything was fine. And for a while, you believed him. He went back to being his usual self. Almost.

He still stayed up late, and the hugs and cuddles were gone, but at least he was sleeping next to you every night. He no longer turned his face away when you tried to kiss him, though he didn’t close his eyes anymore, his gaze always seemed to drift toward something he found more interesting. He woke up earlier than he needed to and left in a hurry, but at least he still made you your favorite hot chocolate, because he knows you don't like coffee.

You sighed as you stared at your phone screen, the messaging app open to your conversation with him. You had sent a simple "good morning" and thanked him for the drink, ending it with a heart emoji. Anxiously, you waited for his reply, only to be met with a curt "dw."

Your shoulders slumped. It was fine. He was probably busy, you shouldn’t be bothering him.

Today was your day off, and it couldn’t have come at a better time. You had been looking forward to this moment since all of this began. Tonight, you’d try to mend whatever was wrong. A nice dinner with all his favorite dishes and a bottle of good wine while watching his favorite movies could be start.

You spent the whole morning overthinking what to wear. A fancy dress? No, that would be too much for a dinner at home. Maybe something casual and comfy instead. Should you put on makeup? Yes, but something simple would be best. What about your hair? Maybe just a quick touch-up would do the trick.

In the afternoon, you focused on preparing the dinner, losing track of time. You barely noticed how soon he would be home. A quick change into your outfit was just enough for you to hear the front door open, and you rushed to welcome him.

“Hi, love,” you greeted him with a smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Hey, you're home early," he said casually, removing his shoes and barely glancing at you.

It's fine, you told yourself. He just got home, and he’s probably tired. Don’t let this discourage you.

"Yes, I didn’t have work today," you said, helping him with his jacket. "That’s why I made a special dinner for us," your voice carrying a hint of excitement as you reached for his hand and intertwined your fingers.

“Mmh, is there any special occasion?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as you led him to the dining room. “It smells good.”

A smile spread across your face at the compliment, warmth filling your chest in a way that made everything feel a little better.

"Not really, I just felt like doing something nice," you shrugged, sitting down across from him. The effort you'd put into the meal was evident from how carefully you'd set the table, but he didn’t seem to notice. Or if he did, he didn’t say anything. “I hope you like it.”

“I will, thank you,” he said, barely looking up from his plate as he took a bite.

The knot in your stomach tightened. The familiar, uncomfortable silence settled between you, the clinking of cutlery the only sound. It felt like you were strangers, maybe even less than that. You had hoped tonight would be different.

“So,” you said, trying to break the silence. “How was your day?”

“The same as usual,” he replied with a shrug, his eyes still fixed on his food. His tone suggested that talking to you felt like a chore. “What about you?”

You hesitated for a moment, trying to gauge his mood, but decided to answer anyway, even if it felt forced.

“It was good,” you said, keeping your voice light. “As I said, I had the day off, so I spent it getting everything ready for tonight.”

He nodded absentmindedly, a small hum coming from him. The lack of enthusiasm stung more than you expected, but you tried not to let it show.

“So, what’s been keeping you so busy lately?” you asked, attempting to steer the conversation in a way that might make him open up.

He looked up briefly, his eyes flicking to you before returning to his plate. “Work,” he answered flatly. “It’s been a lot.”

You nodded, unsure how to respond. The air between you felt heavy, like there was something unspoken, but neither of you was willing to address it.

And the conversation—if you could even call it that—ended there. Your only consolation was the subtle expressions of satisfaction he made as he ate your food.

It’s okay, you told yourself. Maybe the movie would lift his mood a bit more.

“Oh, Jaemin, wait,” you called out when you saw him about to leave the kitchen, likely heading to the bedroom after doing the dishes. He looked at you, head slightly tilted, waiting for what you had to say. “I was thinking… maybe we could watch a movie together? Only if you want to, of course.”

You tried to hide the expectant look in your eyes, but Jaemin could tell. He’d known you long enough to notice the small details. He paused for a moment before responding.

“Okay, that’s fine,” he said, his voice lacking enthusiasm, but not displeased either. He just… didn’t care.

But you couldn’t stop your heart from swelling with happiness as you both sat down beside each other on the couch, glasses of wine in hand, watching the scenes on the screen. You honestly didn’t like the movie, but it was your lover’s favorite, so you learned to enjoy it because it always made him happy.

The dinner might not have gone as you had hoped, but he was still willing to spend some time with you.

You chuckled lightly at one of the movie scenes, one Jaemin always found funny—more than you—and it never failed to make him laugh. Or, at least, it never used to.

You turned your head, curious as to why he was silent. Your heart broke a little more when you saw him, face lit by the glow of his phone screen, scrolling absentmindedly. He wasn’t really there with you. Not truly.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling the weight of the moment press down on your chest. The soft clink of his wine glass against the coffee table seemed to echo in the otherwise quiet room, and suddenly, you felt very alone, even though he was right next to you.

You pressed the pause button on the remote to stop the movie.

“Jaemin,” you called softly, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Hm?” he responded, not looking up from his phone.

“Can you please look at me?”

He did as you asked and looked up at you, a slight expression of confusion on his face. “What is it?” Even his voice sounded distant.

You bit your lower lip, unable to hold back any longer. This growing feeling inside you, eating you up, had to be addressed. You needed to understand.

“What’s happening?” you finally breathed out.

“What do you mean?” He lowered his phone to give you his full attention.

“You know what I mean,” you replied, feeling your heart tighten. “All of this… what is happening to us? Did I do something wrong? Did I upset you? Did I make you mad?”

His eyes scanned the room, almost as if he were searching for something to say. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Then what’s going on?” You could feel your frustration rising at his lack of clarity.

He gave you a confused look, brows furrowed. “There’s really nothing wrong? I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“I just… I don’t understand,” you continued, your voice shaking slightly. “It feels like you’re pulling away from me. Like, every day, I’m losing you a little more,” the words felt heavy as they left your mouth. “I’ve been trying to reach out, to make things right, but it’s like you’re not even trying. You don’t even seem to care anymore.” You paused, your chest tightening as your eyes burned. “Don’t you see what’s happening?”

Jaemin’s gaze dropped for a moment, his expression unreadable. “It’s not like everything is wrong. We’re fine,” the lack of urgency in his tone stung your heart. “You’re not losing me. I’m still here, aren’t I? I’m here, you’re here. What more is there?”

“No, Jaemin, I don’t want to be… just here. I don’t know when I stopped being enough for you, but I can’t keep pretending that everything is fine.”

He sighed softly, the silence that followed hanging heavy in the air as you felt the warmth of your tears tracing down your cheeks. Jaemin moved closer on the couch, his movements slow and almost mechanical, before pulling you into a hug. You foolishly responded, burying your face in his neck, trying to find comfort in the familiar, despite the ache in your chest.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his hand gently rubbing your back in slow circles, as though it could make the tears stop. "We're going to fix this, okay?"

Was there still love to fix, or was it just a fear of letting go? You loved him too much to face the truth.

You tried so hard to make things work, but in the process, he had already checked out, not out of malice, but simply because he didn’t feel the need to put any more effort in.

He knew you’d always be there.

↝ taglist: @yizhrt, @sinisxtea, @peterm4rker.

[pinkshortbread]

Can you do members of the tulpar with a partner who struggles with mental health issues (like depression or something of the sort), if it makes it easier for you to only do one of the tulpar members tho that’s fine !! love your writing btw ^_^

Thank you so much for your feedback ! 😭💞

For the moment, I only write for Curly, Daisuke and Anya. I hope you all don't mind. Maybe later for Swansea, I'm uncomfortable with writing about Jimmy (even though I like how written he is, eh I don't even need to justify myself why I don't want to write for him, anyway-) 😔✌️

WARNING : MDNI ; May triggers some people ; Sensitive Subjects.

[How do the members of the Tulpar cope with their partner who struggles with mental health issues ?]

Due to personal experience, I have chosen anxio-depression. When you went on broad the Tulpar : you lied about your condition to protect yourself from losing your job. In fact, Pony Express used to be precise and kept an eye on mental health issues but now, it's not quite the case (unfortunately).

💫 Curly 💫

Curly noticed some details : you felt restless, you had trouble sleeping. That's why you went to the lounge pretty late at night to pass the time.

"Curly ? Why are you here ?" "I should return the question Love." "Trouble sleeping, but I'm okay." It ticked something inside Curly's chest, you weren't okay. Everytime he left the cockpit to go to sleep to his quarter, you were here : your eyes on the screen, in your own world, looking tired, drowned in your thoughts.

He sat next to you, placing his hand onto your thigh, rubbing sweet circles to soothe the stress feeling you were breathing out. "I'm sorry, but I know you're not..."

The next thing you did is throwing yourself into his arms. You cried, cried so much into his shoulders, confessing to him that you were struggling with your depression on broad the Tulpar, that you lied about your issues, you didn't even talk about it with Anya. You were lost, you didn't know what to do. That only built up your anxiety you already tried to control. It was unbearable for you to keep everything to yourself.

And Curly listened. He listened to everything you said : your had trouble to manage the little of energy you had, you didn't know how to feel positive, your sleeping schedule is completely broken...

He kept your crying form close and tight to him, almost afraid of losing his partner and companion. He is the only one who were able to listen and feel what you felt at the right moment, he did it perfectly.

"I lied to everyone about it, even you !" "No you didn't, you kept to yourself and you needed to let go. But I'm here and I'm not dissapointed by you. I love you"

Let's just say, not too short after that, you asked him if he could sleep with you in your quarter after your confession. He accepted.

🌺 Daisuke 🌺

Daisuke didn't notice at first, but : sometimes you where quite irritable to him, which questionned him but he couldn't put his finger on it, maybe you were nervous about the "not being on Earth situation", was he wrong ? But one day, you stormed into his room, sliding and opening his door wide.

"Daisuke..." You started crying as you fidgeted your fingers nervously. "I'm sorry, I've been awful to you..."

As he turned his head to see you crying, his door completely open. Your cries started to resonate inside the Tulpar. He rushed to you, closing his door behind you in the process and cupping your cheek. "No no no, baby what's wrong ?"

Between your cries and hiccups, you told him about your mental health, that you've been struggling even more with your stupid job and that you felt like it started to ruin your relationship, your medication started to run low due to a debut of an anxiolytic addiction. It was bad.

"Shit, baby, I didn't know about that..." Daisuke felt helpless about your issue but : "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better ? Food ? Video games ? Cuddles ? We can take the whole night if you want to talk about it, I can't leave you like that..."

"I don't want it to ruin our relationship-" Suddenly, Daisuke grabbed you by your hips, bringing you even closer to him. "Don't you dare to say that again Boo, I still love you."

💧 Anya 💧

Due to the fact that Anya is the nurse of the whole crew, you told her about your mental health way longer before your relationship started. But one day, you didn't show yourself to the psych eval. It was very unusual from you.

Anya decided to look for you around the Tulpar, questionning everybody. They didn't see you, so you must be in your quarter.

And there she saw you, sitting on your bed and staring at the floor. "Oh no Honey..." She faced you, sitting in front of you. "You weren't ready for your psych eval today ?" You nodded.

You needed some time to talk about it with her, when job and personnal issues start to bond together that's where the problems start you told yourself. Anya told you that it couldn't be an issue, but your thoughts were louder than her voice.

Anya brought her hands to your calves as she layed her head onto your lap. "It's going to be okay, I'm here. You don't have to talk about it, you are not alone." Her words sounded right, you shoulders relaxed. Your hands meets her hair, your fingers intertwined with her strands. You let out a big sigh.

"I love you..." Anya looked up at you, some tears rolled onto your cheeks. You didn't want to lose her. Her look softened. "Oh, I love you too, so so much... Don't forget that..."

For the first time, you heard her.

[yunhostiny]

Selfish Waltz ═ chapter five

chapter five: crave you

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summary: yunho had been love with y/n since he was sixteen, not mustering up the courage to tell her until seven years later, seven years too late because his best friend just beat him to the punch.

note: reader and the boys are not kpop idols in this

warning: smut, threesome, double penetration, big dick yungi, size kink, just lots of smut

pairings: yunho x female reader, mingi x female reader

genre: smut, friends to lovers, angst, slow burn, romance, polyamory

word count: 5.5k

chapter four

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Yunho didn’t see y/n at all Sunday. Her and Wooyoung had dinner with their parents and she had stayed at their shared apartment for the first time in months.

Monday, Yunho started his new job and he didn’t make it back home until past midnight. Programming and testing beta games took a lot of time because he had gotten to work at 8:00 am that morning and he was so exhausted that as soon as he saw his bed he just collapsed atop it still fully clothed and passed out.

Tuesday, it was a repeat of Monday and Wednesday was a repeat of Tuesday and Thursday when Yunho got off work early, he finally saw her for the first time in four days. The first time since he kissed her. She was passed out asleep on the couch, an episode of Chainsaw Man playing on the tv. She had on one of Mingi’s shirts and a pair of sweatpants.

Yunho snatched a throw blanket from the small closet at the end of the hallway, gently covering it over her and turning the volume of the tv down as he went to his room to change clothes. Mr. Liu’s daughter had made it back home and Yunho wished he could just runaway until she left again but he stopped by the restaurant the day before for lunch and Mr. Liu gave him no room to say no to a date. Why did Yunho have to agree to a date? He had only said it at the time to rile Mingi up.

All he had to do was go on the date, be polite, maybe he’d even enjoy himself a little, and then move on and tell Mr. Liu that he just didn’t have time to date right now. Not a total lie.

Yunho tossed the clothes he was gonna wear for the date on his bed before jumping in the shower quickly. He wasted no time getting in and out, hair wet and just a towel around his waist, walking back into his room just as his phone began to ring where he left it on his bed.

Mingi’s name stared back at him, Yunho hesitating before answering. He hadn’t spoken to him since before he left. It’s crazy to think Mingi had left Saturday morning and by Saturday night Yunho had kissed his girlfriend. “Dude, what time is it there?”

“After four.” Mingi answered, his voice groggy and deep. He couldn’t sleep, not since leaving. He’d grown accustomed to y/n snuggled into his side every night.

“In the morning?” Yunho arched a brow Mingi obviously couldn’t see. “Can’t sleep?”

“That and I have a photoshoot in a few hours.” Mingi, bit his lip, contemplating on bringing up what y/n had told him or wait and see if Yunho told him himself first. If there’s one thing Mingi was good at, it was patience and good at keeping a secret. “What have you been up to since I’ve been gone? Any dirty little secrets I should know about?” He teased.

Yunho froze, there’s no way Mingi knew, he couldn’t. Y/N wouldn’t just tell him…. would she? No. No, she wouldn’t of. “Dirty little secrets are your specialty, not mine.” He teased back, voice a little higher pitched then normal, a sign that Mingi had picked up over the years that Yunho was lying.

“Where’s y/n? I tried calling her but she didn’t answer.” Mingi asked with a curiosity in the deep tone of his voice.

Yunho hesitated, thought of talking about y/n with Mingi after what they’d done…. guilt grew and Yunho knew he had to tell him. Just not over the phone. “She’s asleep. I’ll tell her to call you when I get back.”

“Get back from where?”

Why was Yunho suddenly nervous to tell Mingi he was going on that date with Mr. Liu’s daughter? “Mr.Liu’s daughter is back….” He trailed off, waiting for Mingi to piece it together.

“You’re really going out with her?” There was a tone in Mingi’s voice that Yunho had heard many times just not towards him. Jealously. But there was no way Mingi was jealous of him going out with Liu’s daughter.

“I told him I would….” Yunho could hear Mingi shuffling with something on the other end before his next question froze Yunho to the spot where he had put his phone on speaker, dropping his towel from his waist to get dressed. “You gonna fuck her?”

“Yunho?” The sound of y/n sleepy voice echoing from behind him mixed with Mingi’s silence waiting on the phone and Yunho realizing he was completely naked, his bedroom door wide opened. The universe hated him.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed as she appeared in his doorway rubbing sleep from her eyes. He knew Mingi could hear everything from the call and that made this entire situation so much worse. “You’re supposed to be asleep!” His hissed, snatching his towel back up but not before y/n saw everything, she was certainly fully awake now.

Y/N eyes widened at the sight of him. Her suspicions being confirmed. He was big.

“So you gonna fuck her or not?” Mingi’s voice was loud coming from Yunho’s phone. Y/N froze at her boyfriend’s voice and the question he had asked.

“Mingi, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!” Yunho hit end call, refusing to answer Mingi’s accusatory tone as y/n narrowed her eyes at him. She knew she had no right to be mad or jealous at the thought of Yunho with someone else but she suddenly couldn’t control herself. “So…” she stepped into his room, arms folded across her chest causing Yunho to notice she wasn’t wearing a bra under the shirt she had on. “you avoid me for the last….” She paused, counting the days since their kiss in her head. “four days? Since you kissed me..”

“You kissed me!” Yunho argued. She was the one who caught him off guard that night. “Well you kissed me back!” She argued in return. “You initiated it!” Yunho scoffed. This wasn’t like their little fights they would have whenever they would go against each other gaming. This argument was much more intense, more real, dangerous. Yunho was glad he hung up on Mingi before this escalated.

Y/N moved to argue more but paused as the distinct sound of her phone she had forgotten in Mingi’s, their, room began to blare, ringing and echoing out into the hall and inside Yunho’s room.

“It’s probably your boyfriend.” Yunho snapped, turning his back to her, grabbing his shirt he had layed on his bed. Y/N sighed as she left to go retrieve her phone. Mingi’s bedroom door slammed shut behind her.

Yunho needed a drink.

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Ningning, Mr. Liu’s daughter, seemed to be just as unenthusiastic about the date as Yunho was. To make things more awkward then they already were, Mr. Liu insisted they have the date at his restaurant.

They sat in awkward silence as their meals were made and delivered to their table. Yunho’s favorite table. He watched Ningning push her food around with her chopsticks, she was pretty, there was no denying that fact however, she just wasn’t y/n. “You seem just as into this as I am.” Yunho replied sarcastically, shoving a mouthful of sweet and sour chicken into his mouth.

Ningning hesitated, glancing around and relaxing a bit when she didn’t see her dad anywhere in sight. “Listen…” She bit her bottom lip, debating with herself rather to tell Yunho the truth. “you’re not…. guys,” she corrected herself. “aren’t exactly my type.”

Yunho swallowed his food with a loud gulp, staring at her confused for just a moment before realization of her words hit him. She was gay? “Wait…” he shook his head, lowering his voice just enough so that no one else would hear. “You’re gay?”

Ningning once again looked around to make sure her dad wasn’t near them. “Sorry.” She apologized, shame in her voice and shoulders sagging in defeat. “You don’t have to apologize for being gay.” Yunho stopped her. “I just don’t get why you would agree to your dad trying to set us up…” oh! Yunho suddenly felt bad for the girl. “He doesn’t know, does he?”

Ningning frowned, finally meeting Yunho’s gaze filled with pity. He felt sorry for her. “My uncle came out a few years ago,” she caught her dad staring at them, throwing her a thumbs up. “my dad hasn’t talked to him since.”

“You shouldn’t have to hide who you are.” Yunho squeezed her hand from across the table. “Your dad should love you no matter what.”

“You’re a good guy, Yunho.” Ningning felt tears prick her eyes but held them back. “Now I feel guilty wasting your time.”

Yunho looked back over his shoulder where Mr. Liu was still watching them. He suddenly no longer held respect for the man. How could he cut his own brother off for loving who he wanted to love? Have his daughter terrified to be herself? “You want to get out of here?”

Ningning let out a sigh of relief. “Please!”

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“Let me get this straight…” Ningning gripped the shot of soju in her hand, turning to stare at Yunho, trying and failing to not laugh at her new friend’s predicament. They had decided to get drinks at the bar across the street from her dad’s restaurant. They were already a couple of hours in, buzzed and warm from the alcohol in their system. “you’re in love with your best friend y/n who’s now with your other best friend Mingi and…” she paused, throwing her head back, the soju burning her throat only a little. She wasn’t a big drinker. “you kissed her and he has no idea?”

Yunho groaned, hearing it all said back to him only made him feel worse. “Ding, ding, ding” he grabbed himself another shot, he didn’t want to feel anything right now. Especially since y/n would be there when he got back home.

“I’d take being secretly in the closet over your situation any day.” Ningning snorted.

“It’s not funny.” Yunho pouted. He was so fucked. Mingi was gonna kill him. But it was Mingi’s fault. His drunken haze clouded his better judgment. Mingi just had to go and take what is his. He met y/n first. He was the one she always went to when she needed help with anything. She was the one that forced Yunho to fight for that internship that now got him the job of his dreams. He was the one that loved her first.

“It’s a little fucking funny.” Ningning giggled as they were interrupted by another young woman who Yunho could only assume was Ningning’s girlfriend she had called when the two of them had first arrived at the bar. “You must be the guy who tried stealing my girl.”

“Yunho,” Ningning giggled as she pulled her girlfriend into her lap in the little booth they sat at. “this is Natty.” Natty bit her lip, capturing Ningning’s lips in a kiss.

“You’re like… the hottest lesbians I have ever met.” Yunho hadn’t meant to say that out loud, the alcohol in his system causing the words to tumble out of his mouth like word vomit.

Ningning and Natty laughed at him. “You are wasted.”

Yunho allowed his two new friends to help walk him home later, the hour late though he wasn’t sure exactly what time it was as he half stumbled out the elevator of his apartment floor. He fumbled around his coat pocket for his keys. He wasn’t totally drunk, just enough to put him under the influence and cloud his senses for a while.

Finally unlocking the door, Yunho stumbled inside, leaning his weight back against the door to shut it. The kitchen and the living room were empty so he only assumed y/n was asleep or locked up in Mingi’s room. His coat felt heavy in his drunken state as he peeled it off, hanging it up. He clumsily kicked his shoes off, walking in the kitchen and snatching a cold bottle of water from the fridge. He drank it like he had come from being stranded in the desert without any source of hydration. Then he drank another. Then he had to pee.

“Fuck!” He hissed, stubbing his toe against the toilet. He didn’t even turn the bathroom light on, the light bleeding in from the kitchen into the hall was enough. Yunho struggled unzipping his pants, even more getting himself back into his pants. Washing his hands felt like it took an eternity.

He blew out a breath, dragging his feet down the hall towards his bedroom only to freeze at Mingi’s room. The door was open and Yunho’s gaze caught sight of y/n in the mirror for a second time only she wasn’t riding Mingi this time.

Yunho probably should have ran to his room, lock his door, he probably would have gotten himself off, but he didn’t. He couldn’t move. His head was starting to clear, slowly sobering up, not by much, at the mere sight of y/n lying on Mingi’s bed, he couldn’t see her face but he could see her hand, see where it was between her splayed legs, opened wide and giving him the perfect view of her hastily rubbing circles frantically against her clit. It was like she was fighting herself, desperate to cum.

It was as no matter how many times she rubbed herself, slipped her small fingers inside of her aching core she just couldn’t get herself off. Yunho heard the frustrated groan leave her as she sat up, he could see her flushed face now, hair a mess as she plunged two of her fingers into herself, “please” she was begging, almost on the verge of tears….

The sound of Yunho’s phone suddenly going off in his pocket caused him to jump, snapping out of the daze he had been in. He stumbled back, practically tripping into his room in search of the damned device. Who the hell was calling him?

He finally, after crawling across the floor, turning around and sitting back against his bed, his phone lit up his face as he pulled it from his pocket.

“Hello?” He hissed into the call.

“Just making sure you made it to your apartment without tripping and falling.” Ningning’s voice laughed at him, he’d forgotten they exchanged numbers earlier. “I… uh….” Yunho trailed off, squinting as he was momentarily blinded as his bedroom light turned on. He froze when he saw y/n standing in the doorway, arms folded across her chest hidden under the oversized shirt she had on. An oversized shirt that for once did not belong to Mingi.

“My shirt….” His voice came out deeper than he intended, eyes trailing y/n from head to toe, stopping at where the hem of his shirt stopped against her thighs. “What?” Ningning’s confused voice was barely registering to Yunho. “I’ll talk to you later.” He ended the call, slowly lowering his phone down and sitting it beside him on the floor.

“I didn’t know you were home.” Y/N face suddenly tinted red under his gaze. Yunho scoffed. “Oh, sure,” he climbed back to his feet. “kind of like how you weren’t aware I was still awake the night you left the door opened while you rode my best friend.” His voice dripped with sarcastic venom. His eyes had darkened, pupils blown. “You’re such a fucking tease.”

His words hit y/n like a slap. “What?” She watched as he chuckled humorously, deep and chastising. “You like it, don’t you?” He was slowly moving towards her, y/n backed up as he grew closer, stopping once her back collided with the wall right next to Mingi’s bedroom door. She could no longer see that hungry look in his eyes, the darkness in the hallway casting them in shadows.

“Yunho….” Y/N sounded breathless, voice shaky as he caged her against the wall with his arms once again. “A fucking tease that won’t leave me the fuck alone.” He had buried his face into the crook of her neck, leaning down and practically growling the words against her skin where goosebumps appeared and a shiver ran through her, sending itself straight to her still aching and edged core between her thighs.

He almost lost himself but quickly moved away from her, shaking his head. “Yun..Yunho, please!” Y/N darted her hand out, chasing after him and gripping his hand. “Please…” she was begging now, guiding his hand to her exposed, dripping and sticky cunt from her previous desperate actions. “Please touch me”

Yunho could of came right there at the need and desperation in her voice as he moved, smothering her flushed against him and the wall as he guided his index finger between her wet and sopping folds, a guttural groan leaving him. “Tell me…” he continued to painstakingly slowly run his finger up and down, making her even more wet if that were possible. “Tell me who you were thinking about.”

Y/N couldn’t help the needy moan that ripped from her, bucking her hips to create some friction against his hand, desperately needing him to just use his beautiful hand to fuck her senseless. “Please…” she was begging, pleading, voice oh so whiny and desperate. Yunho had to keep himself under control, he’d been waiting to be in a position like this with her for so long he was almost afraid he was just dreaming. “Tell me.” He demanded, he wanted to know, needed to know.

Y/N wasn’t sure how he would react if she told him the truth, what would he do if she confessed her filthy fantasy she had conjured up while trying and failing to get herself off. “You….. and….” She hesitated, breath panting against Yunho’s thumb he had pressed against her bottom lip. “me and?” He pressed his thumb down, y/n pulling it into her mouth, tongue lapping at it and pulling a deep moan from Yunho.

“And Mingi…. both of you buried inside me…. stretching me…” a loud gasp followed by the most sinful, loud moan Yunho had heard from her yet ripped from her as he pulled his hand from her mouth, his other that had been resting against her wet cunt, covered in her slick, plunging two of his fingers as far as he could inside her because fuck the image of him and Mingi both taking her at the same time caused him to snap.

He kissed her, muffling the lewd noises leaving her, he tasted like the faintness of soju, his experienced fingers deliciously buried so far in y/n the girl can’t do anything but wrap her arms around his shoulders desperately holding on as the orgasm built up like a catastrophic storm inside her.

The squelching noise of his fingers fucking her echoed down the hallway and Yunho trailed kisses down her neck, inserting a third finger, stretching her a little more and y/n was sure that if he weren’t holding her she’d fall to her knees. “More…. Yunho please…”

A whine left her, words leaving in protest when he removed his fingers from her. “Why are you…” fuck. Y/N head hit the wall, her hand tangling in his hair as he dropped to his knees, lifting her just enough to allow her legs to wrap around his shoulders, burying his head between her thighs wasting no more time as he replaced his fingers with his tongue.

Yunho held her up with one arm, careful to not cause them to both fall on the floor in a heap. His other arm he brought down so he could bring his fingers back, moving his tongue and mouth up to suck on her swollen clit and guiding his fingers back inside her, two of them fucking her in quick precision, curling them and smirking against her when he found her g spot.

Y/N was incoherent above him, a blabbering mess as her legs began to shake. Was she crying? She’d never cried during climax before. It was like having an outer body experience, her walls clenching around his fingers, the neighbors would certainly think she was being murdered with the way she was screaming, moaning out Yunho’s name in a cry as all it took was one last feel of his tongue on her clit and one more curve and thrust of his fingers to have her literally gushing on his face.

And yunho lapped every last drop of her up. Drowning in her, burying his face deeper, holding her tighter, overstimulating her as he still had yet to pull his mouth away from her. He was completely pussy drunk and fuck he started growling because holy shit she was still squirting.

Yunho’s conscious was screaming at him to stop, that he has fucked up beyond fixing but he had been fighting himself for so long, constantly arguing with that conscious since the day he realized his two best friends had become more then just friends. And fuck he needed more.

“I… can’t…” y/n couldn’t barely speak, completely overstimulated and breathless as she pulled at Yunho’s hair. She couldn’t handle him down there anymore.

Yunho was panting, face glistening from her juices, the collar of his shirt wet and soaked from where she squirted, his hair as well, plastered to his forehead. He leaned his head against her thigh, catching his breath before pulling her up with him, y/n legs wrapping around his waist, arms latching onto him as he carried her inside Mingi’s room.

He had completely crossed a line but he couldn’t find himself caring anymore. The light in the room came from the white fairy lights that lined the ceiling of Mingi’s room, Yunho felt the back of his legs hit the bed, practically falling onto the mattress when y/n shimmied herself out of his arms.

Yunho sat, watching her as y/n dropped to her knees in front of him. His conscious was screaming at him to stop. He’d gone too far already and fucking her, in Mingi’s room at that, was probably a big no. But he was still a little drunk so any rational thinking was going unheard and Yunho had been waiting for this, dreaming about this moment for so long.

He didn’t say a word as he watched her unzip his pants, her small hands fighting the button for only a moment before freeing his now somewhat painful bulge still hidden in his underwear. “Fuck” Yunho groaned a sigh of relief, his gaze suddenly catching sight of the scene of them in the mirror. He now understood why Mingi liked that mirror so much.

The sight of y/n on her knees in front of him, hands finding the waistband of his underwear, pulling them back, his dick finally free and the look in y/n eyes all hunger and need at the sight of him…. fuck, he was gonna ruin her. “Do you want it?” His voice no longer familiar to her, it was so much deeper, huskier and dominant. Y/N reached a hand out to wrap around him but Yunho stopped her, his much larger hand grabbing her wrist.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

Y/n felt her pulse quicken, shocked at this dominant side of him that he kept hidden. She waited until he let her wrist go, moving to grasp her hands together behind her back and obediently waited for him to tell her what to do next.

Yunho stood, y/n backing up just a little to give him room as he removed his pants and underwear fully. She didn’t dare move to take him in her mouth no matter how bad she wanted to as she watched him wrap one of his hands around himself, stroking his length. He was just a little bigger then Mingi, a little longer, a tad thicker and she needed him to fill her, ruin her.

Y/N was growing impatient, Mingi was never really this dominant, he would grow too impatient to ever be, she just wanted some friction already, wanted him in her mouth, in her sopping cunt that was already aching again. “Yunho hurry up and…” the annoyance and brattiness in her voice was cut short when yunho gripped a hand in her hair, guiding the tip of his dick, the precum smearing against her lips like lip balm “take it.”

Finally! Y/N opened her mouth, gagging, her hands behind her back tightening against each other when she felt him sheath his entire length, his tip hitting the back of her throat, tears brimming in her eyes as she gagged. “Look at you..” Yunho brought his other hand that wasn’t tangled in her hair up to gently stroke her cheek. “you’re already a fucking mess.”

Y/N moaned at his words, the sensation causing him to close his eyes as the vibrations coursed his dick, he thrusted once before snapping his eyes back open, his grip in her hair tightening as his other hand left her face to join his other, tightly tangling itself in her hair before he started thrusting, fucking her mouth, y/n struggling to breathe through her nose as tears streamed down her face from the constant gag and the way his grip in her hair tightened with every thrust, spit pouring out the creases of her mouth taking him.

Yunho watched himself in the reflection of the mirror, they looked absolutely filthy together. The definition of sin as he fucked her face, the sight alone almost had him cum down her throat. Y/N took the opportunity when Yunho paused his movements to pull her head back, his dick popping from her mouth. She caught him off guard, grabbing his arms, his grip on her hair letting go as he fell back on the bed behind him.

Y/N quickly climbed atop him, straddling him and moaning when she felt his length touch her aching cunt, she was so wet she was sure she left a dripping trail on the floor. Yunho gripped her waist watching as she pulled his shirt up and over her head, tossing it carelessly in the room. “You’re so fucking perfect.” He sat up with her, quick to remove his own shirt before his mouth latched onto her nipple, pulling the hardened bud into his mouth lapping at it with his tongue.

As Yunho moved from one breast to another, y/n took his distraction to wrap her arm around his shoulders, pulling herself up, causing Yunho to smother himself a little as he sucked her other nipple into his mouth. The leverage allowed y/n to guide him quickly to her slick wet sex, his tip right at her entrance and she sank herself down, a moan leaving them both, Yunho pulling his head back from her breast, laying back, hands gripping so tightly at her waist it was sure to bruise. Fuck. She took his entire length in one go, stretching her and hitting that spot inside her already, his tip practically grasping at her g spot.

Y/N was in control now, her hands resting against his abdomen as it was as far as she could reach up his torso to continue riding him, her pace slow and tortuous to Yunho. The rhythm she had set not enough for him but she was a moaning mess atop him. Lifting herself up his length, stopping at the tip and slamming herself back down again. Yunho let her continue for a moment longer until he just couldn’t take it anymore.

Yunho sat up, wrapping his arms around y/n and pushing her down, laying her to be splayed out below him. He lost count how many times he had gotten himself off to this exact image made up in his head. But this wasn’t his imagination. He finally knew what it was like to be buried inside her. What it was like to make her come undone. To hear her moan his name. And he had no idea how he will ever be able to live without it again. “Fucking tease.”

He pulled her legs to wrap around his waist, leaning down and kissing her. He was starting to feel guilty. Like an asshole. Fucking his best friend’s girlfriend on said best friend’s bed had to be a new kind of low. Y/N reached for him, hands tangling in his messy hair, gasping a moan when he pushed his dick back inside of her, not stopping until he filled her full.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this..” Yunho leaned his forehead against her own, both glistening with small amounts of sweat. He didn’t move, loving just the feel of her clenching him, desperate for him to move. “Probably as long as I have”

Yunho pulled back so he could see y/n face his movement causing him to thrust very gently. Y/N moaned, eyes pleading with him to just fuck her already. “What?”

“Yunho… please just fuck me!” She was begging him now, moving her own hips to try and get some friction. Yunho stilled her with a hand on her throat. Y/N froze, gulping, heart racing. His hand didn’t grip her too tight or anything, just applied enough pressure to make her once again clench around him and moan. It took everything in Yunho to not start pounding the shit out of her. He needed answers.

“You want me?” Obviously he knew she wanted him right now, he was balls deep inside her, but did she want him before? Had she always wanted him? “What do you think?” Y/N huffed, once again trying to rut her hips up but he simply gave his hand around her throat a gentle squeeze, his other hand gripping her hip and holding her in place. “Say it.” His voice was a deep command and y/n clenched around him again. She could cry, damn it! She just wanted him to fuck her already.

“Yes! I want you! I’ve always wanted you! I still want you! Yunho please I…”

She was cut off from the deep hard thrust, the hand on her throat tightening, not enough to hurt her but just enough to have y/n feel dizzy, from the choking or the way Yunho was fucking her so good, she wasn’t sure but she loved it.

“Fuck…” he watched himself disappear inside her beautiful, soaked cunt, the lewd noises the dirtiest shit he’s ever heard. “you take me so fucking good.” He looked up to see them in the mirror. The sight absolutely filthy. Y/N head hanging halfway off the edge of the bed, her moans turning into loud almost screams, his name leaving her as he watched himself grip her shaking legs, pounding her pussy, her beautiful tits bouncing with every hard thrust.

Yunho loved that fucking mirror.

“I’m… Yunho…” y/n was close, he could feel it on the way she started clenching him repeatedly and so was he. “Me too..” he quickened his pace, thrust starting to become sloppy just as y/n came, hard clamping her walls around him so tightly, the sight of her creaming his dick causing a strangled moan to leave him. “Y/N… where…. I’m gonna cum….”

She pulled him down against her, kissing him through her euphoric high. “Fill me up, baby, please” who was he to deny her? Her words alone had Yunho cumming on demand. He felt himself fill her up as he continued thrusting, y/n already overly stimulated, cried out as she felt one last orgasm rip through her, legs shaking as she tightened her arms around him.

“Fuck….” Yunho panted as he finally stopped his thrusting, pulling back to watch y/n squirt all over him, his cum and her own juices mixing together and leaking out of her hole as he pulled his dick out. “Yunho…” y/n hissed as two of his fingers pushed the leaking fluids back inside of her, his knuckles brushing her swollen sensitive clit. “Sorry,” Yunho looked at her, smirking. “I didn’t want it to go to waste.” Oh! Y/N face blushed red. He was absolutely dirty.

Yunho was glad that they would both be off work for the holidays because there was no way he’d be albe to function properly at work after that.

It had to be extremely late and Yunho had it confirmed after a shower, he shared with y/n, just a shower mind you, he had then helped her change the sheets on the bed, Mingi’s bed, before y/n crawled under the blankets, hair still damp from the shower with another one of Yunho’s shirts on as he walked into his bedroom to grab his phone where he had left it on the floor. It was just after 3:00 am. Late indeed and Yunho was exhausted.

There was one thought plaguing him as he nuzzled into bed next to y/n, cuddling her from behind.

He just stabbed Mingi in the back.

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[bcacstuff]

People do realise he only got back from Nepal & a very big strain on his body and organs like a week ago??? Questioning him reposting at 1.30am or 3am means nothing. His sleeping is going to be messed up for weeks. Also reposting stuff twice is an easy mistake, he’s probably exhausted and forgets which he’s reposted as confusion can happen when re-acclimatising to normal altitude and reality after that. Goodness me the man can’t just do normal things without everything getting picked apart

Oh Anons, especially Anon 2.... I think you'd gonna explode if you saw my inbox. You only see the bit on other blogs and ignorant people making assumptions and acting surprised about something, getting outrageous about something that they could have known already for a while..... if you pay attention to the right things that is, not to the things that do not matter at all. 🙄

Yes, I agree very much, that trek he did, the affects it has on your body, it doesn't matter how well you are trained or how much you always live in a jetlag style off life, it has a strain not only on your body also on your mind as well. Just go figure it's not for nothing he waited to take that opportunity after he had no more responsibilities and ties for a series he has been working on for all these years. And we all know this is something he always wanted to do.

Also agree on how he shared his wonderful experience together with the posts of Jake N. I loved to explore the maps to see where and how they went, look up pictures and places, read about the challenges. And then read it first hand from the ones who really did it. What a nice change from all the booze advertising, but even more what a welcoming change in my inbox. I pretty much enjoyed the calm, apart from that one persistent Anon that kept on going on and on about........ Ash.

Yes really even then, no need for me to check her IG as I would have a daily reports about what she posted together with the most biased opinion about it, of course all in the most extreme negative way. Get a life, get a hobby... that's what I would shout at this Anon's face in real life. What poor life do you have if this is your daily business and you keep on writing to me to get it out of your system even if I do not post any of it. Yes, I chose not to post or give it any attention in here... because I just know how giving this air is only gonna make it worse!

You know it's always the sort of people that are determined to judge about someone else's life, they always know what is best for you, they even think they know better what is best for you than yourself. Even though they do not walk in your shoes or see the sun and the moon like you do. And when you do not choose the path they think is best for you.... well.... yeah, that! Talking about getting picked apart Anon 1, and agree Anon 2, this whole agenda people have with him is so unhealthy

Anyway I could have predicted, I did in fact predict exactly two weeks ago what my inbox would look like today. How it would flood with messages about 'Ash this', and 'Ash that', and the 'no doubt he must be' and the 'are you still sure about...' exactly the way it did beginning this year with Sarah H. And here we are again, nothing changed.

Boom Ash is in London! - Sorry, no not Boom as if lightning struck, she announced it already 2 weeks ago people! And not only that, a week later she also announced she was gonna be in Glasgow. These are the stories of 13 and 20 December!

So how is it any surprise to people now? Oh wait, yeah you didn't see those stories, you just see what is now. Oh she's in London, oh he posts late a story and twice the same one.... must be... right, no doubt... Can't be anything else now can it???

Yes Christmas Day she posts from London (and before you ask no that is not Sam's hand)

as well as Boxing Day

And let me help you here a bit, location Dear Jackie at Broadwick Soho. for the ones unfamiliar, yes that is the same location the Flute is in, remember that weird 'launch' party organised by Flaunt magazine and MGMplus UK?

And then OMG she turns up in Glasgow posting from EDA... oh wow. Let's just throw out all common sense and make things fit a certain narrative. Let's just simply ignore how Sam has been posting all Christmas Day constantly from 7am until after 11pm. Because that's what you do when you try to hide you're in London secretly meeting up with somebody who announced her presence there weeks ago. Right? Let's just pay attention to the fact he posted at 1.30am and 3am the night after Boxing Day (where he also posted almost all afternoon). Let's just conveniently forget that there are a ton of other options, like going out with other friends in Glasgow, or having some good times with family like his brother and newly wed wife f.i. or falling asleep on the couch while watching Netflix (his latest follow on Christmas Day) and I can think of lots of other options.

Nope, we just go by the one option that fits our narrative, right? Cause we all want some entertainment, and so we just claim he was with her in London without a shred of evidence, not even a voice or hand to be recognized not even a matching cloud on the horizon. And my persistent Ash-Anon (how I call her) is all satisfied as she get's her way with all the attention she so hard tried to stir in this fandom and now she can accuse him again of all kind of mischief.

Yes, my inbox keeps flooding, even while I write this post. I already lost count. The weirdest things, because... you all take this one narrative as a basis and lose all sense of reality focussing on minor things that do not matter and by ignoring things that do not fit the narrative and other simple options and things like:

You really think Sam would fly one day to London while knowing she would be in Glasgow the very next day? Especially after a trip that wasn't peanuts and had its strain on his body and mind? That he wouldn't spend time with family and friends in these holidays after that trip but run to London cause his employee is there all alone? And gosh why would they not meet up at some point, have a drink or dinner or whatever together while she's in town, why would he say no? Is that in any way proof he started to date his employee, or have some hidden relationship with her?

Even though it is a bit awkward how Ash pushed herself into his circle of friends, is it that strange she'd go to EDA to work out? Is it strange that when she follows 3.231 (and we thought Sam follows a lot!^^) that it she follows a lot accounts mutually as Sam does? And by following them, are they suddenly all her friends as well? Do you really think Ash never traveled before in her job representing the Jagermeister brand? Like she doesn't know anybody else in London but the people and places connected to Sam? Like she doesn't know anybody else in Scotland but Sam? (what about Shiobhan who became her bestie?) But nooooo... she traveled to the UK during the holidays, she can't have anything to do in the UK. She can't have any other friends there who told her about hogmanay in Scotland perhaps? Oh wait, that doesn't fit the narrative, let's just skip that, okay? Because then we have entertainment and we all can go on telling how somebody else must live his or her life, because we all know better than themselves.

Why do you all care?

You know what? I'm just gonna leave it at this and post this song with the lyrics. As they apply to all of us

Because, you know we're all just passengers in this world, much unlike those high mountains that are here forever to stay. Tomorrow or next year, it will be all the same, Just another drama and another name, Another fight who's right or wrong, And they all forgot about yesterday... when we were young!

[heartsriki]

Under the Autumn Leaves ⌇ 가을

pairing ᝰ nishimura riki x fem!reader ⌇ word count: 1.3k+

𓂃 after an embarrassing moment in class leading Riki to the infirmary, you guys finally have your first heart warming encounter.

⌇… warnings & genre ↺ fluff, school au, cussing, reader is a pushover and oblivious.

lee's ₊˚⊹ ᰔ comment ┊ my first fic! I had sm fun writing this :) Hope you like it fr!

“You got everything done, right?” she asked, her tone sharp as she stood over you, arms crossed and a piercing glare fixed on your slouched figure.

You looked up from where you were seated on the bench, blinking. Looking away from her, you checked your surroundings, making sure no one was around. “I’m almost done, okay? Just have a few things to finish up.”

It was an everyday occurrence. Someone handed you work, and with zero compensation, you ended up doing it, wanting to live a peaceful school life.

“Hm. Okay then, turn it in as soon as you finish,” she murmured, walking away and eyeing her phone. The crinkle of the autumn leaves followed under her feet.

Sighing, you went back to work. Better to finish now than later, right? You were unaware of the schools notorious delinquent paying close attention to the whole situation. He was always around you, but somehow, you always failed to notice.

Riki scoffed. “For a smart kid, she sure is dumb sometimes.”

If someone were to ask you about Riki, you wouldn’t be able to say much. He was barely at school, but when he was, he was very intimidating yet popular. The only times you would interact were when you got seated next to him constantly to be a ‘good influence,’ but even then, he wouldn’t spare a word.

The bell to return to class rang through the courtyard. You packed up your things quickly and headed to class.

Riki walked into class late as always. As he searched around the classroom, he saw his seat that resided next to yours, but instead of seeing you focused and working as always, you were asleep.

His chest puffed up and down in frustration. Why was he getting so worked up over this random girl?

After an earful from the teacher, Riki sat down in his seat next to yours. He ignored you, surprised at how you hadn’t been caught sleeping yet.

Riki occasionally spared you glances until he examined the shine the sun gave your hair and how peaceful you looked when you weren’t swamped with work for once. Your lips glowed, and your eyebrows were furrowed. You just looked so goddamn beautiful. He gazed at you with conflicted feelings and saw a leaf that got caught in your hair. It was probably from you always sitting under that tree. Your usual spot.

Riki unknowingly reached for it, but that’s when you opened your eyes, squinting, revealing the scene in front of you. “Riki?”

He blinked and looked at his arm near your face. His breath got caught in his throat, which caused him to start coughing furiously.

Hand placed over his mouth, he started looking everywhere but you to cover up his embarrassment.

“Mr. Nishimura, is something wrong?” asked the teacher with concern.

“Yes. Can I go to the infirmary?”

“Go ahead, quickly.”

Riki quickly stood up, leaving without giving you another word.

You sat up with confusion. “What’s up with him?”

Class ended, but for some reason, Riki hadn’t come back since he left. You paid it no attention, though. Riki didn’t like it when people interfered with his business.

You were one foot out of the classroom until your name caught your attention. “L/N, could you please take Nishimura’s stuff to the infirmary?”

“Of course… I can,” you gave a fake smile.

Dragging your arms dramatically back to his desk, you started organizing the stuff into his bag. He took notes today… That’s odd.

You excused yourself and started walking to the infirmary. Seriously, what was the holdup? Is he sick—maybe he passed out? Paranoid thoughts flocked your mind until you came face to face with the door.

Sighing, you placed your hand on the doorknob until you looked through the window. Riki was sitting on the window sill, admiring the view it gave. You never took the time to look at Riki, but he sure is… handsome.

You knocked three times before entering with a shy smile. The look he gave you was as blank as ever. “Hey, Riki. I brought your bag. Is everything alright?”

His gaze followed your figure as you placed his bag on the bed next to him. “Did you take the notes?”

You blinked at him. “No worries, they’re in your bag—”

“Take them,” he whispered in a low, croaky voice, quickly looking away.

Confused, you checked his bag again and pulled out the notes. You skimmed them before realizing these notes were unfamiliar.

“You were asleep when she went over today’s instructions,” Riki looked down at his fingers and started fidgeting with them.

Scanning the notes again, you smiled. “You wrote these for me?”

“No! I mean—yes? I just didn’t want you to bother me about it later, okay?” he clarified quickly.

You felt an unfamiliar warmth in your cheeks and started giggling. Who knew Riki Nishimura, the cold and delinquent big shot, could be so cute?

Riki squinted at you from his perch on the window sill, his sharp gaze making you shrink slightly under its intensity. He started striding toward you, his demeanor making it clear he was about to give you a piece of his mind.

But then he stopped. His steps faltered as he tilted his head, a flicker of amusement breaking into his smile.

“Hold on—” he muttered, his voice laced with suppressed laughter. His hand reached up, plucking a crinkled leaf from where it had been sitting on your head.

Riki couldn’t hold it in anymore. His serious demeanor dissolved as a burst of laughter escaped him, the sound echoing through the room.

“You—how long has that been there?!” You hastily placed your hands over your hair, searching for another one.

Riki teasingly smiled at you, still laughing. “Ever since the courtyard.”

You scoffed. “You just notice everything, don’t you? Ugh, you are so insufferable.”

“Yeah, well,” he smirked, tossing the leaf aside, “you’ll get used to it, pretty.”

— BONUS 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Riki dragged himself to the infirmary, a cough still rattling in his chest. He muttered under his breath, “Shit—that was so embarrassing.”

With a sigh, he pushed open the door, only to come face-to-face with the doctor, who raised an eyebrow at his dramatic entrance.

“Nishimura. Long time no see,” the doctor said, leaning back in his chair. “Another fight, huh?” He stood, crossing his arms as he studied Riki.

Riki groaned, flopping onto the bed. “No, no fight. I think I have heartburn. Just give me a pill or something.”

The doctor let out a hearty laugh. “Heartburn? You? Now this is new. What’s going on? Totally out of character.”

Riki huffed, turning his face toward the wall. “There’s this girl… Y/N.”

“Ah, I see.” The doctor’s grin widened as he turned to shuffle some papers on his desk.

“She’s so—”

“Infuriating?”

“Yes! And—”

“Stupid?”

“Not only that, but she’s also—”

“Pretty?”

“Yes—wait, what?” Riki whipped his head toward the doctor, his eyes wide with disbelief.

The doctor smirked knowingly. “I think that ‘heartburn’ you’re feeling is called butterflies, Nishimura.”

Riki rolled his eyes, hitting the pillow beneath his head to make himself more comfortable. “Yeah, no, that’s definitely not it.”

“Sure,” the doctor said with a teasing tone. “Stay here and calm down. I’ll tell your teacher to advise Y/N to come down here with your stuff.”

Riki sat up quickly, panic flashing in his eyes. “What? Wait, really—”

The doctor only flashed him a mischievous look before stepping out and shutting the door behind him.

Left alone, Riki’s nerves got the best of him. He sat up, pulled out his phone, and checked his reflection, fussing with his hair for a moment before realizing what he was doing. With a groan, he threw his phone aside and buried his face in the pillow, letting out a muffled sigh.

“I’m so screwed,” he muttered, flopping back onto the bed, utterly defeated.

[dedalvs]

Lexember (December 30th)

This is a truly startling and heartbreaking coincidence. The High Valyrian word for "cat" is kēli—with a long ē—named after my cat, Keli. I often create pairs of words to illustrate the difference between long and short in languages that distinguish vowel length phonemically. Back when I created the word for "cat" in High Valyrian, which would have been 2012, I decided to create another word using the Keli's name (which, by the way, her name is a word in Kamakawi—keli "tail"). Since it seemed unlikely the word for "cat" would ever show up in High Valyrian in Game of Thrones, I decided to use the short vowel version of her name for keligon "to stop". This word, in its plural imperative form, is part of Daenerys's famous speech in episode 304. Every time I hear it, I think of her.

I created all these images and scheduled them to go up back in November. I've got a list of which word is going to up when, and this is the word that happened to be scheduled for December 30th.

Late last night, we had to put my cat Keli to sleep. She had a blockage in her colon that we had been attempting to treat for a few weeks now—with some success. For a bit it looked like things were getting better. She started to lose weight, though, so we took her where she got a couple more medications. They didn't work, and especially over the last 48 hours, she seemed to get worse and worse. Yesterday she stopped eating entirely. On the 28th I spent the night with her, and then, outside taking a shower, I spent all day with her. I laid with her on the couch, and carried her to get water and use the litter box when she wanted it, because she was having trouble walking.

We got Keli after losing another cat, Okeo, who was very young (3 months) to congenital kidney failure. I was devastated. I felt like I had done something wrong. I wanted to prove to myself that I could take care of another cat, so after a few months, I went back to our local Banfield on adoption day, and in addition to many cute kittens, there was one cat who was much older (over a year) who had been brought out from the area with all the cages so everyone would see her first. She was clawing at the cage she was in and meowing an awful meow. She seemed so afraid. I asked about her, and the staff said she'd been there a long time. No one would adopt her, partly because she was all black, and partly because there were younger kittens there. I put my fingers in the cage to touch her paw, and that calmed her down. I called my wife then Erin to come bring the cat carrier, and we took her home. That was how Keli came to us in 2010.

I named her Keli because of her unusually long and vivacious tail. She loved thwapping it against things that were hollow so she could hear the percussive sound of it. She really liked it. We also did this thing where I would run my fingers down her tail and then hold it for a little bit. She'd tried to move it, but I'd hold it still, and then I'd let it go. After that, she'd thwap me with her tail, as a little punishment. It was a game we played. The last time we did it was yesterday.

Keli was my cuddle cat. She'd sleep with me, climb up on my lap, curl up next to me on the couch, and especially loved sitting between my legs. I'd pet her and she'd purr and purr and purr.

When it was timed, they asked if we wanted to be present. I said I wanted to hold her. She was so frightened and unhappy in that cage in 2010. I never wanted anyone to take her away from me. And so I held her in my arms and whispered to her until she was gone. And then I held her some more.

Keli was one of my very, very best friends. She's one of the best parts of my entire life, and I will miss her forever.

[danyasblogsblog]

NOW ITS THREE IN THE MORNING…

WRITERS NOTE: this piece is loosely based off an edit on tiktok made by @adoreghvst. i give credit to them for this idea, especially the text messages. please go check out their page as their work is amazing. thanks!!

- after a late night argument, youre out of the house, needing some air away from your military man, who was so protective to the point it felt unfair to you. three in the morning, you realise why he cares so much.

warnings : AAAAHHHDJDHSK SO ANGSTY, reader is drunk, könig crying in front of you, reader gets hit on by a little asshole in the bar

based on the arctic monkeys song, “why do you only call me when you’re high?”

ps i love thinking of könig as a gentle giant and like so protective and loving towards you. thats prolly what all my fics involving könig will be like aha

schatz - darling

liebling - darling (aswell)

bitte - please

ja - yes

ich liebe dich auch - i love you too

mein engel - my angel

hör auf - stop

‘Hello? Don’t ignore me, schatz.’

your phone buzzed in your small purse. you took it out, knowing exactly who was lighting it up. 4 missed calls.

you sighed, putting your phone back. at this point, you were so drunk you couldnt even remember what you and könig were fighting about. all you knew is that it was the 3rd night you and him had been arguing, and you needed a break.

‘why are you so protective, könig? im not your fucking dog, im able to defend myself.’

‘im doing whats best for you, why cant you see that y/n? i do everything for you and youre so ungrateful.’

your heart ached at the memory. you thought of könig alone at home, calling you over and over again, not being able to sleep. you opened up your purse again, checking your phone. 3 more missed calls.

‘I need you, schatz. Please come back home.’

a tear snaked down your cheek. you wiped it away swiftly and put your phone on do not disturb. you needed a break- no matter how badly it hurt you. while putting your phone back into your purse, you dropped it, a thud bouncing in the air because of it. a curse dropped from your mouth. while leaning down to get your phone, a hand reached for it before you.

‘you dropped this.’ you turned your head up to be greeted by the face of a stranger. he held your phone out, beckoning you to take it. you took your phone, shoving it back into your purse with a huff. ‘thanks.’ you muttered, avoiding eye contact with the young man. he invited himself to sit next to you, introducing his name. you sat there, staring into space as his eyebrows furrowed from how you didnt introduce yourself back to him. ‘hello?? are you mute??’

you felt annoyed. this cunt of a man was destroying your alone time, and all the vodka you drank was catching up with you. ‘sorry, im not interested.’ you mumbled, finally locking eyes with the stranger. he went on a rant about how he couldve just taken your phone and ran off with it, but he decided to be a ‘gentleman’ and give it you. your mind went blank. all your thoughts turned to könig, who was probably still calling your phone, hoping you would home soon.

tears pricked at your eyes. ‘what, so you are gonna cry now?’ the man said.

you stood up and left.

your mascara ran down your flushed cheeks, and your whole body churned with pain. the alcohol rushed through your blood as you stumbled out the bar. you called a taxi, pulling out some notes to pay to the driver. you felt your whole body sinking into the backseats. the sound of cars driving past the taxi just made you yearn to go quicker so you could see your boyfriend and apologise to him.

you took your phone out again. 32 missed calls. a pang of guilt hit you.

‘Please, liebling..’

‘I miss you’

‘Im so sorry, schatz.’

you rang könig’s contact, staring at his profile picture - an image of you and him on your one year anniversary.

one ring. you looked up, expecting a few more rings before he would answer. you were slightly surprised when he picked up the phone right before the second ring. ‘schatz, are you okay? where- where are you i can pick you up’ he sniffled. his voice slightly broke, and the thought of könig crying over you made your heart hurt in an indescribable way. you hiccuped.

‘um- i dont know where i am but im in a taxi come- coming home. im so sorry könig im so sorry im so sorry.’ hot tears fell from your eyes, staining your cheeks.

‘liebling, bitte, dont apologise. just come home and sleep and we can- we can talk about it in the morning, ja?’

you felt so much guilt. hearing your boyfriend’s voice break, and listening to him be so wary of you made your heart crack into pieces. god- now you understood why he protected you. that guy in the bar, you were drunk. what could he have done to you if you hadnt left earlier?

‘y/n?’

being entrapped in your thoughts made you forget about the call. ‘okay könig. i lo- love you im so sorry.’

‘ich liebe dich auch, mein engel.’

the phone disconnected. you checked the time, 3:26AM. you left the house at 9. how could you do this to könig? the man who just wanted to protect you from all things bad- the man who just wanted to hold you in his arms and rock you to sleep. your body ached with guilt- and the alcohol ran through your body in a way that made your stomach churn.

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

you turned the keys into the hole, desperately missing the warmth of you and könig’s home. the door opened, and you pushed yourself inside.

as soon as könig heard the door open, he ran for you. he held you in a tight embrace- his muscles practically crushing you. ‘im so sorry im so sorry im so sorry im so sorry’ you whispered into his chest. könig could smell the alcohol on you, something you hadnt even been aware of. ‘mein schatz, please stop apologising.. come into bed, engel.’

you broke away from the hug, but you still clinged onto him. your whole body ached. you knew könig could tell, based on the way he swooped you up into his strong arms after watching how you were wobbling and stepping onto his feet. hot tears rained down your cheeks, staining his shirt as you nuzzled your face into his chest. he carried you to your shared bed, settling you down before sitting right next to you.

looking up into his apologetic blue eyes, you could tell he was crying earlier. one thing you know about könig is that he never cries. you knew you had hurt him. you knew what he’d been through, and he had never crumbled talking about it. you knew you did damage. ‘im so sorry’ you mumbled, staring into his hypnotic eyes. ‘liebling, bitte hör auf. go to sleep.’

you closed your eyes, leaning into könig and his scent. he stroked your hair, whispering sweet german words into your ear until you fell asleep.

4:00AM.

[noonwardmoss]

Late Night Snack ♡

CW: somno (m receiving), oral (m receiving), blink-and-you'll-miss-it daddy kink, service reader(?), slight powerplay

Summary: Butcher and you haven't been intimate for a while, so your thirsty ass takes matters into your own hands.

Tags: @angelically-yours @konartiste-sideblog @chocolategiverzombie @bobabilbil @frank3nfag @tsundere-queen @daydreamingdarl

Notes: this is not beta-read don't kill meee

Smut below cut

Butcher didn't exactly remember how this dynamic started. All he knew was that it'd been going on for a while. You were a young thing prancing about like he'd sculpted the Earth. He couldn't not get a taste. And after that first one, he got another. Then another, and another, to the point you two were semi-frequently having sex.

He'd told you that you could come to him any time you needed it. He hadn't expected you to take that literally.

The day went relatively normal—they'd gotten a good amount of work done and retired at a semi-reasonable time. You were a tad more fidgety than usual, but it didn't raise any concern.

It clearly should have, though.

Not much time passed between Butcher falling asleep and waking back up—his body grousing awake at the feeling of clumsy fingers trying to grip his length from underneath his boxers. A soft voice sounded a small whimper. Your voice.

His eyes popped open, and he immediately came face-to-face with the figure mouthing at his pelvis. You must've been at it for a bit because he was already half-stiff in his sleep-slurred state.

Was he still asleep? On his luckiest nights, he'd dream of you like this—desperate for him, initiating…

“Oi,” he croaked, voice thickened with rest, “fuck're ‘ya doin'?”

At his words, your eyes fluttered to him. You made a pretty sight, hunched over his crotch and straddling his knees. He could see your pupils fluctuating in the dark, trying to discern his reaction as your cheek went to rest against his bony hip.

“Needed it,” was the only reasoning you provided, tone that of a whining pup. He could tell you were tired, too—but apparently not enough to prevent you from doing whatever *this* was.

A gruff, almost amused scoff shook through Butcher's chest. You always were a pouter.

“Yeah? And this is how you decided t’ get it?” There was a lazy playfulness to his demeanor—one that only encouraged you. As you nodded, one of his large hands found its way to the back of your head, carding through your hair.

“You said anytime.” He smirked at your defense.

You'd never been the one to initiate before. But now, you were the one who came to him—needy and desperate. He had to admit, he liked the sudden boldness. It made him feel wanted. Your sex lives were in no way vanilla by now, and he'd talked about it being on the table before.

Was that why you were so twitchy today? The idea was a bit humorous, you have been on edge from being horny and wanting him. A whining pup, indeed.

His thumb found its way to your lower lip, pushing inward to feel the soft heat of your mouth. In his current hazy state, it didn't feel real.

“That I did, pet,” he hummed, tone only slightly breathless. God, you made such an image… His cock had fully hardened now to strain against the cloth of his boxers. “Just didn't expect it to actually happen.”

His finger hooked against your bottom teeth, prying your jaw open just a bit more.

“It's been too long,” you admitted. His digit in your mouth made the words slur together. “I needed to taste you, sir.”

He nearly groaned at that word—sir. It seemed to be something you uniquely called him. No one else garnered such a tone of respect and reverence from you. How he earned it—placated you—he'd forever be clueless and impressed to.

“How long was too long, princess?” His dick twitched at the sight of you being so uncharacteristically greedy. He'd usually be pissed over being woken up so late in the night, but the prospect of you itching for him all day was a bit… flattering. A toxic bubble of pride welled up in him, even though any reasonable person would've been concerned.

“It's been weeks,” you huffed, and even in his half-asleep state, that surprised him. He tried to wrack his brain for the last time you two had sex, but his focus was more on the fact you hadn't done anything about your desire until now.

“You been aching for me for weeks, pretty thing? Couldn't find anyone else to help?” He tutted mockingly. As expected, you shook your head.

“No. Only want you.” You nosed into his length again, and he stifled a groan. Despite knowing that'd be your answer, he still felt a wave of satisfaction at your insistence. His hand tightened in your hair as he tilted your head back.

“Been a proper good girl, have you? Only wantin’ your daddy to take care of you…”

You nodded the best you could in his grip, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to his cock through the cloth.

“Can I please, then?” You murmured, looking at him through your lashes as the vibrations of your voice traveled through him. He gave a low hum.

“You don't need to ask.” His answer came with a gruff tone, as though saying ‘obviously’.

He pushed the blanket completely aside and shifted so he was sitting properly against the headboard, pulling the fabric of his boxers as some sort of encouragement.

“Go on, pet,” Butcher huffed. “Take what you want.”

Your fingers eagerly found the hem of his boxers, hooking in and pulling them down. His length bobbed, hitting your cheek from the proximity, and you made a small noise.

You'd think after all the hookups you've had so far, the shock of it all would wear off and he'd just sit and enjoy it. But no. Every time he felt the gentle touch of your hands, it was like a goddamn dream. In an idle fantasy in his head, he'd often imagine you like this. Needy, almost desperate. Somehow, the reality was better than anything his mind could have fabricated.

You lapped at his tip near instantly, and he hissed through his teeth. Your eyes returned to his at the sound, mouth opening wide to tap him on your tongue. Christ, had he taught you that?

“Yeahh.” The word tumbled from Butcher's lips with a groan, fingers rooting in your hair loosely enough not to scratch your scalp. He wanted to be selfish and buck up—to take—but you were taking rare initiative. He wanted to savor the change in dynamic.

A low moan slipped from both of you when you wrapped your lips around him and swirled your tongue. While you lavished the tip with attention, your hand found the base and stroked.

A breathless puff of laughter was pulled out of Butcher, and he shifted his hips down a bit for you. A million things were going through his head, and they all involved you. All of this—this whole scene—was ripped straight from one of his more daring dreams of you.

“Just like that,” he praised, hand running through the strands of your hair. It only encouraged you to take a bit more of his length. You swallowed around him before bobbing experimentally, teeth just barely scraping the sensitive skin in the way you knew he adored.

A low groan rumbled from his chest, and his hips tilted forward. The mix of your enthusiasm and inexperience was sending waves of heat down his body.

A low ‘tsk’ escaped his lips at the grazing. “Teeth, baby, remember?”

You hummed again as an answer, the resulting vibrations making him jersey his hips. You gagged, but managed to keep yourself on him. The vixen you were, you knew how he loved the danger from the pressure of your teeth.

And well, if you wanted to play like that, he could certainly provide.

His large hands tangled tighter in your hair, pulling at a sign of encouragement. His pelvis stuttered before he pushed himself further down your throat, a breathy groan leaving him.

“You're doin’ good, sweetheart.” The praise was laced with strain, low and cracking. You moaned around his dick, picking up enthusiasm again.

If it wasn't enough for you to look so damn good, the sounds were driving him further insane. He let you control the pace momentarily, an itch to control bubbling under his skin with each moment.

“If you were in such a rush, y’ shoulda come to me sooner.” The low growl was punctuated by a push of his hips, fingers tightening in your hair to keep you in place. You drooled around him, sinking down a bit more with hazy eyes. And the two of you were too similar in this way—you both got pleasure by giving it to your partner in bed.

Your nails grazed his pelvic bone, barely digging in. There was an electricity that buzzed just under the surface of Butcher's skin, a tingling heat that began to cloud his mind. That, coupled with the fact he was still half-convinced he was asleep, created some feedback loop of fuzzy pleasure. The sharp sting of your nails had him bucking up into your warm heat, lolling his head back with a harsh groan.

You choked again, taking deep breaths through your nose to somehow willpower yourself to stay on his dick. Then, once you'd gotten your gag reflex under control, you sank all the way to the base, nose nuzzling his public hair. Your throat fluttered with the effort, dragging a breathy moan from the man under you.

“Ffuuuck yeah—yeah, good girl. Stay just like that for a bit, darlin’,” came his murmur, voice just barely more than a rough growl. The last of his breath was pushed out almost like you were taxing him, and with his praise came the soothing pet of his hand through your hair. You blinked the tears away to keep your eyes on him, face flushed in the dim lighting. You swallowed around him ever-so-often as you obeyed, staying flush to his pelvis.

And those teary eyes staring at him with so much desire nearly made him lose it.

There was a moment where he just felt overwhelmed—a rush of a million sensations he didn't know how to name rushing to his head and making it spin. A shuddering sigh spilled from his lips at them.

“Look at you.” His voice was but a ragged breath now, hand running down from the top of your head to your cheek to brush away stray tears that had fallen. “Such a pretty thing, you are, doll.”

His touch made you keen as you decided that was encouragement enough to continue. With a long drag up his length, you released a small noise from your throat. Your sounds weren't helping Butcher's current state much.

“Don't stop. Fuuck—yeah. Jus’– Just like that, sweetheart,” he rumbled with another groan. The feeling was enough to make his legs feel unsteady—and that feeling had him rolling into the wet warmth of your mouth.

He was embarrassingly close embarrassingly fast��but in his defense, it'd been a while, and he was barely awake. Not that you seemed to mind either way, though. The thrumming in your veins was nearly unbearable, the desire to please having been melting you for days. You wanted to please him tonight—which might've come at the cost of your own pleasure considering he could be too exhausted to do anything else.

His grip on your head tightened, his breathing growing increasingly shaky and his hands shaking with the effort not to just fuck your throat with wild abandon.

“Just like that, baby– Just like that… Shit, I'm gonna– F-fuck–” He was cut off with a harsh, breathless moan as you doubled your efforts. You needed to see him contort with the pleasure you knew he deserved again—almost as much as you needed air. His hips stuttered into your mouth with his thrusts, long and shallow with tire.

You pulled off, much to his displeasure, leaving your mouth open wide as your hand returned to his cock. Quick, hot breaths left you as you rested him against your tongue while you stroked him to completion.

When he came, you gave a small, sweet moan. His spend coated your tongue and lips, satisfying your taste buds in some cruel way that made your loins burn. Your hand gradually slowed as you swallowed, lapping at him lazily afterward until he was completely flaccid and hissing with overstimulation.

“I needed that,” he exhaled once you stopped, a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. The grip in your hair released, fingers soothing over your scalp as if apologetic for how hard he'd tugged. Then, his hand returned to its place on your cheek, wiping the drool from your chin. His eyes fluttered shut as he did so—it seemed he truly was, in fact, dead tired.

“Such a good girl, huh?” His eyes flickered down to your shifting thighs, catching the way they searched for any relief. He wiped some of the mess he'd left from your bottom lip, and you sucked his thumb into your mouth. Your tongue swirled it clean before you released the digit. The action caught him off-guard, a sharp intake of breath resulting. God, he wished he had the energy, but he was already struggling to stay awake.

“You make it goddamn difficult to last, princess. Can see how wound up you are,” he huffed, amusement and disappointment toward himself laced through his tone. You pulled yourself up, tucking him back into his pants before shifting to curl up into his side. He sighed as his arm went to wrap around you. Despite the fact you'd needed him for weeks apparently, you seemed content to ignore yourself for a little longer.

“You– mmh… don't want me to take care of ya, love?” He asked, a teasing lilt to his voice. He wasn't going to complain, but he'd certainly make up for it later. For now, though, he was well and fully exhausted. And the bed was comfortable. When you pressed a soft kiss to his jaw, he hummed.

“I'll take that as a no, then. A bloody shame, but I s’pose you've tired me out.”

“Tomorrow?” Came your whisper after another moment, and his lips twitched upward.

“Whenever you want, baby.”

[mantequillamcwhoremick]

Mysterion in Chaos Plan

Upon request I'm gonna translate my elaborations on this post on Mysterion's design in my fic :> I wish I could actually present you guys with a drawn design but i haven't had time to draw lately plus all my attempts to draw him until now haven't been satisfactory to me, but I still wanna rant about my choices.

[Anyways, first things first, IF anyone ever is tempted to draw any fanart (giggles and kicks feet uncontrollably) I want y'all to know there's no pressure to stay true to these ideas. The descriptions & details for Mysterion's getup in my fic are purely practical, because design is a visual element that isn't considered in questions of practicality and realism. If you have any ideas you like better for his design, or if you feel like any of this is hindering your creative freedom, by all means throw this in the trash and do what you want instead. I love seeing people's individual creative interpretations and I don't wanna hinder anyone's creativity.]

Anyways, with that out of the way, let's get to it.

(from chapter 2 of Chaos Plan)

I'm a SUCKER for Miles Morales' silhouette as Spiderman in the first movie, and because both Mysterion and Spiderman are both vigilante/heroes with working class roots I love to find similarities between the two of them. So I'll be referring to Miles a few times in this post >:)

I like the idea of Kenny using really old maybe counterfeit brand basketball shorts that he used to wear to sleep or something. I'm not yet settled on the specific patterns/lines that I want them to be adorned with, so just for reference you can imagine something like this:

As for colors; I like the idea that these shorts might be the brightest part of his outfit as a reference to Kenny's dumbass "underwear over pants" design in canon.

His canon design is also the main reason I don't wanna give him just normal long pants, and instead stick with the Miles-Morales-type shorts-over-thermal leggins idea.

I like to think that Kenny got thermal ski underwear (pants and undershirt) from Kyle or Stan at some point for when they went camping (bc ain't no way Kenny would go skiing), and he just forgot to return it aka they forgot to ask for it back, so that's what he uses underneath his hoodie & shorts to keep warm.

For colors, I like the idea that they're a dark color to contrast the light-colored shorts but have lines similar to these in a neon green color. Just to add a fun something

And well, then there's his hoodie. Just a regular ol' hoodie, a dark one of course to blend in better into the night (dramatic ass bitch), dark purple like Mysterion's cape in canon except he has no cape because. well. realistically, impractical. But yeah, I imagine it to look a little makeshift, which is why I have Kenny spray-paint the question mark in the front (and an unmentioned "M" on the back of his hoodie) to give it that tacky look. Again, like Miles does his Spiderman costume in the first movie.

(screenshot from chapter 6 of Chaos Plan)

As for his pouch/fanny pack; I was very inspired by the type of clothes people who do parkour wear, and that shit has to be very light for maximum mobility. A utility belt wouldn't be the best choice for hip mobility, so a fanny pack he can slap across his chest and back would be the way to go. It just needs to be big enough to store some fireworks, a gun (the one he stole from Harris lmao), cigarettes and other miscellaneous things like a lighter, lock picks, his small knife, maybe a chapstick idk he definitely should

Something like this but, again, creative freedom is welcome.

And well, then there's Kenny's gloves (crucial!! bc it's cold as balls plus he CANNOT LEAVE FINGERPRINTS ANYWHERE!!), his mask, and a bandana to hold back his hair. Here's a really old shitty sketch I did once gashagdha (yes he has long hair that he has to tie together. I haven't mentioned this in the fic because i'm an idiot)

And well, for warmth & anonymity reasons I often describe him wearing a thermal tube scarf, kinda something like what I often see in Princess Kenny fanart to cover his mouth. But I haven't yet found a way to make this look cool in combination with the mask so maybe this will only stay in written word...

As for his shoes, I'm not really attached to any specific type but I do find it significant that they look like they're being held together by hopes and prayers. Tongue, collar and lining sticking out upward as the shoelaces wrap tight around the ankle to ensure it doesn't slip. Maybe duck-taped together at the tip or something. Listen, it's hard to buy new shoes when you don't want any purchases to get traced back to your identity, okay. He's forced to raw-dog this shit and we respect that.

Anyways that's it!! someday i'm going to edit this monster fic and all these details will be much clearer from the text alone, but for now we're running on the first version of the story so bear with me. I might do a similar post for Chaos too if I don't manage to draw him first :)

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

“Eneste” (Angst)

Bayverse!Raphael x reader

A/N: I’ve been wanting to make another songfic for a while now, and I like this song, so I thought; why not? I think it is kinda fun to do it with Danish songs, ngl, hehe. Anyway, hope you’ll enjoy❤️

Song: “Eneste” by Joey Moe.

Danish song with English translation provided.

Warnings: Break up, stick and poke tattoos.

Rødt lys, alt stoppede bare, da du tog dine ting og du tog væk her fra / Åbenlyst, så sårbar, burde starte forfra men det går bare ikke.

(Red light, all just stopped, when you took your things and you went away from here / Obvious, so vulnerable, should start over but it just doesn’t work).

There was no other way about it. No roundabout explanation Raph could give anyone, in some last effort attempt to lessen what was so obvious. Raph had fucked up. He had done the exact thing he promised you he wouldn’t do and broke your heart. He should probably at least try to move on, but he just couldn’t. It just didn’t feel right. Just the thought of moving on felt useless to Raph. It just wouldn’t work. Nothing seemed to work without you in his life.

It was so dumb. Raph could easily had done better, yet he hadn’t. He had done the wrong things, said the wrong things, and now you were gone. It happened so quickly. You were fighting. You were pointing out what Raph had done - the thing he himself knew he had done but just wouldn’t admit. Instead he lied, and when you called him out, he had yelled at you, calling you all sorts of horrible things. He had been caught, and now he was somehow trying to shift the blame onto you. Raph had never done such a thing before, and so you were taken aback when he let all his anger out, aiming it straight at you with punches in the form of words like bullets.

When silence finally fell, Raph finally realized what he had done. But it was too late. It was done. You had already started packing your things, refusing to look him in the eyes or speak to him. Even as Raph clung to you, begging you not to leave, telling you how sorry he was and how wrong it was of him, with tears threatening to fall from his eyes, you ignored him. And as you left Raph’s room in a hurry, before quickly making your way out the lair, not speaking a word to anyone you passed, fearing you would break down, Raph’s world stopped. He just stood there, in his room, staring after you.

Søvnløs, natten er der foroven, ordene ligger på tungen, men jeg kan kun forstumme / Hul i byen, men jeg kan knap nok gå med et hjerte, der er så tungt.

(Sleepless, the night above, the words are laying on the tongue, but I can only remain silent / Hole in the city, but I can hardly walk with heart, that is so heavy).

That had been several days ago now. And though Raph regretted not following you, and not trying a little harder to make you stay, Raph did not try to go for you now. Instead he would stay in his bed at night, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep, thinking of all the things he wanted to tell you. How he would hold you close, and cry to you, and tell you how sorry he was. Finally take responsibility for what he did and what he said, and prove to you that he had learned. That he was willing to become better for you. Yet Raph found himself unmoving in his room at night.

On the nights where Leo managed to pull Raph out of his room and force him out on patrol, Raph did everything in his power to avoid you home. But should Raph somehow find himself forced to be somewhere close to where you lived, he would stare in the direction he knew he would be able to find you. And should Raph somehow be able to see your window, he would hope and pray in silence that you would look out and see him. Hoping that if you saw him, you would call for him, telling him that you forgave him. But you never did. And Raph remained unmoving, staring at your window, unable to walk until all three of his brothers pulled him away, forcing him to turn his back on your window.

Der ku’ være 1 mili, 2 mili, 3 mili, 4 milliarder derude / men jeg bli’r derhjemme til duften af dig på min pude.

(There could be 1 bil, 2 bil, 3 bil, 4 billion out there / but I’m staying at home to the smell of you on my pillow).

At some point Raph’s brothers started asking him if it wasn’t about time that he went out with them. The NYPD was throwing something together at the headquarters, and maybe he could meet someone new there. Maybe Vern could throw a party together for them, and invite some people that Raph would be interested in. Maybe even April and Casey knew someone. As his brothers told him; “there’s plenty of fish out there. There’s probably someone else waiting out there for you”.

But Raph told them off, grunting dismissively at them and telling them to bucker off. Once he even threw a weight after Mikey, who had kept asking for a little too long, not taking the hint. Raph did not want to meet someone else. He didn’t want to find someone other than you. He did go with them to any of the parties or get-togethers they tried to drag him to. Instead he stayed in his room, with his head against the pillow that still smelled a little bit like you.

Så ta' mig med dig, la' mig vis dig, gi' mig lidt af det der gir' mig, sommerfugl og mave kriller, lær' mig lidt om alle de midler / der får hjertet til at banke, som er dagen lang / Jeg ved godt jeg åbnede Pandoras boks og nu er det slut med os / Men du er den eneste, eneste, eneste, eneste for mig.

(So take me with you, let me show you, give me a little of what gives me, butterflies, belly krill, teach me a little about all those remedies / that makes the heart beat, which is all day long / I know I opened Pandora's box and now it’s the end of us / But you are the only, only, only, only one for me).

Raph found himself thinking about you day in and day out, remembering all the good days the two of you had together. How you would give him that beautiful smile, that would cause an explosion of butterflies to erupt within, making him dizzy with happiness. Just having you around would send Raph to cloud nine, his heart beating so hard in his chest, that he was sure everyone around him could hear it. He loved you, and loved all the things your presence did to him.

But all that was gone now. Raph still loved you deeply. He still yearned for you, missing you everyday and every night. He cursed himself every night for what he had done. He caused this. He was the reason why you decided to end things between you. Raph only had himself to blame for causing the only person he had ever loved to leave him. The only person he would ever love. And now you were gone.

Den eneste, eneste, eneste, eneste og jeg tænker på om du mon kommer hjem / og hvis nej, om du så har glemt at / At jeg' den eneste, eneste, eneste, stadigvæk, yeah! / Dit navn der står med blæk for evigt yeah! / Dit navn det står på blæk og det er for evigt, yeah!

(The only, only, only, only one and I’m wondering if you might ever come home / and if not, if you then have forgotten that / That I (am) the only, only only, only one still, yeah! Your name that stands with ink forever yeah! / Your name that stands on ink and it’s forever, yeah!)

For a long time, Raph would pass the entrance to the lair, watching it, hoping that you at any moment would walk in, acting as if nothing was wrong. As if nothing had happened and you and Raph were still happy together. But you never entered the lair like Raph had hoped for. And as time passed on, Raph grew fearful. Had you forgotten him? Had you moved on? Had you forgotten all of your good memories together? Had you found someone else already? Had you decided that Raph was no longer the one for you, while he still found himself stuck on you, firmly believing that you were the one.

Raph found himself looking from the entrance to the ink on his wrist. A small heat at the top left of Raph’s left arm. The same kind of heart one would be able to find on your right wrist. Raph could clearly remember the day you sat with him in his room, having brought a needle for a stick and poke, along with a small bottle of black tattoo ink. That night the two of you had been sitting in Raph’s bed for hours, tattooing each other with the small needle. It was dumb and very stupid. Raph knew that his brothers and Splinter would freak out if they knew. One thing was to let Donnie tattoo him, but Donnie knew what he was doing. Heck, Raph could only imagine how your family would react to you coming home with a tattoo, made by your mysterious boyfriend. But you didn’t care. You were in love, giggling and giving each other many sweet kisses as you tattooed each other.

But now, there were no more giggles and no more kisses. Only silence and longing, along with the aching feeling in Raph’s heart whenever he looked at his wrist, at a permanent memory, missing you by his side.

Stadig for let, men du skredet for længst, og mørke tider har i sinde at forlænge / Der er godt plads i vores dobbeltseng, men jeg fylder den ikk' ud alene.

(Still too easy, but you left long ago, and dark times are intending to prolong / There is plenty of room in our double bed, but I (am) not filling it out alone).

It had now been months since you and Raph broke up. Raph still hasn't mustered up the courage to talk to you, and tell you just how much he missed you. How much he still loved you. How much he wanted you back. But it was simply easier not to do it. Raph really wanted to. He really wanted to jump onto your fire escape, knocking on your window onto you would open it for him, pull you into a long lasting hug, crying all his pains and sorrows to you, and apologizing for everything he had done wrong. But Raph was terrified of what you might say. What hard words you might throw his way. The confirmation that you did in fact, not want to get back to him. It was just so much easier not to talk to you, but instead long and dream for you in the darkness of his room.

Even after several months without you, Raph still hadn’t started taking up the full bed when he was sleeping. He still slept with space next to him, where you used to be. It just felt wrong to sleep there, because what if you one day came back to him…

Der ku være 1 mili, 2 mili, 3 mili, 4 milliarder derude / men jeg bli’r derhjemme til duften af dig på min pude / Så ta' mig med dig, la' mig vis dig, gi' mig lidt af det der gir' mig, sommerfugl og mave kriller, lær' mig lidt om alle de midler / der får hjertet til at banke, som dagen lang / Jeg ved godt jeg åbnede pandoras boks og nu er det slut med os.

(There could be 1 bil, 2 bil, 3 bil, 4 billion out there / but I’m staying at home to the smell of you on my pillow / So take me with you, let me show you, give me a little of what gives me, butterflies, belly krill, teach me a little about all those remedies / that makes the heart beat, which is all day long / I know I opened Pandora's box and now it’s the end of us).

At some point Raph’s brothers got tired of his moodiness and anger, and decided it was time to do something about it. At first they tried to talk to you, but that backfired badly, with you yelling and screaming about how Raph was too afraid to talk to you himself. How he still wouldn’t own up to his mistakes, and then expect that his brothers could fix it for him. But even after they explained to you that Raph did in fact not send them, and that they had come to you on their own, you still weren’t budging. Raph had hurt you, and no matter how long he stayed with his face in the pillows, thinking about you, you weren’t coming back. That led the brothers to their last efforts in an attempt to help Raph move on - bringing dates for him to the lair.

Men du er den eneste, eneste, eneste, eneste for mig / Den eneste, eneste, eneste, eneste og jeg tænker på om du mon kommer hjem / og hvis nej om du så har glemt at / At jeg' den eneste, eneste, eneste, stadigvæk, yeah! Dit navn der står med blæk for evigt yeah!

(But you are the only, only, only, only one for me / The only, only, only, only one and I’m wondering if you might ever come home / and if not, if you then have forgotten that / That I (am) the only, only only, only one still, yeah! / Your name that stands with ink forever yeah!)

They told Raph when they brought someone over. No, instead they would let Raph wander out of his room, to find a nervous stranger, sitting in the lair trying to make small talk with either Leo, Donnie or Mikey, trying not to seem freaked out by the large mutant turtles they had met just moments ago. But to everyone's surprise, expert Raph, he had no interest in any of them, straight up telling them to get out of the lair before he personally would throw them out. There was no way he would let someone else take your place, even if you seemed to have forgotten that you were the one for him. But though Raph feared that you had forgotten, he would certainly never forget that you were the only for him. But would he ever try to do anything about it, or let the heart on his wrist be a permanent reminder, of how he broke your heart and let the love of his life go?

Dit navn det står på blæk og det er for evigt, yeah! / Stadig for let / Stadig for let.

(Your name that stands on ink and it’s forever, yeah! / Still too easy / Still too easy).

Raph’s brothers started to get impatient with him. A year had passed, and Raph was still as heavy and sad as the day you left him. There had been no progress. Raph had not done anything to move on, nor had he done anything to try and talk to you. Instead he just sat there and stared at the tattoo on his wrist, remembering how concentrated you were when you made it.

“You can’t just sit there and done nothing!”, Leo finally snapped at Raph one day, after Raph once again had thrown a potential date out the door. “If you really loved them, then how can you just sit here and do nothing?! How can you just take the easy route and do absolutely nothing?!”

That conversation didn’t go too well, with Raph and Leo yelling back and forth, with Mikey and Donnie holding them back, keeping them from fighting one another. But when all was said and done, and Raph once again found himself in his room, his head against his pillow, staring at his wrist, he knew Leo was right. And you were right as well. Raph had just taken the easy way, hiding from confrontation and the thought of losing all chances with you. But that was simply the easy option… but love wasn’t love always surpassed to be easy? Up until the day you broke up, Raph had felt like it was easy to love you. It had been easy being around you. As easy as lobe should be… right?

That night Raph finally did something he should have done a year ago, and made his way towards you home, with the intention of finally talking to you. Maybe you would take him back, or maybe you wouldn’t. What mattered was that Raph finally quite taking the easy way through this, and finally told you how he still loved you, and how you would forever be the only one for him. What you did with that information was all up to you. Raph would leave that to your decision.

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Can you do one where Izuku Midoriya takes care of sick reader like them having a fever or a cold, like Izuku didn't know until you weren't in class one day so he went to your dorm to visit you and see if you were okay

Pairings -> Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Warnings -> None

Note -> Reader is sick and Midoryia wants to help

Genre -> Fluff

Izuku Midoriya

That's strange you were usually the first one in class, but he didn't see you anywhere

You and Izuku would usually meet at the front of the door of Classroom 1-A but you weren't there

Something must be up but maybe you were running late or something so he opened the door and saw some of his classmates, Ochaco and tsuyu coming to him

"Good morning Izuku" Ochaco spoke but then noticed Izuku looking around

Ochaco and Tsuyu look at each other and instantly knew "Midoriya, Name must be running late, Ribbit" Tsuyu said as Ochaco nodded her head

Then came in Mr Aizawa, making everyone go to their seats, the class was quite boring for Izuku without you being there passing notes to him about asking him the questions or asking to hang out after school

He was tapping his finger onto the table as he waited and waited for you to come through that very door but you didn't come so he decided to go up to your best friend Mina to see if she knows where you were

"Oh Name? They are currently up in their dorm room, they said that they were sick so they just stayed in bed." Mina worried spoke as she was a little worried for you

Izuku bowed in a thanks as he got out of the door to go to the dorm building to go to your dorm to see if you were alright

But he was confused on why you didn't text him anything that you were sick but he should ask that later but for now he was going to help you feel better

He arrived at the building as he opened the door to get in, fast walking to the elevator to go up to your dorm

It took a couple of seconds as the doors reopened and he got out of the elevator and went to your dorm, knocking on your door gently

A weak voice came through "come in" It was you and you sounded awful, Izuku opened the door to meet with a dark room with some light coming through as he opened the door, looking over to your bed to see you

He closed the door and went to you, touching your forehead with the back of his hand, making you jolt a little bit

"Why didn't you tell me you were sick with flu?" He asked, you whimpered a bit as you started to cough into your elbow point

"I didn't want you to worry so much that it would affect your work in class, so I just told Mina that I was sick" You said in a raspy voice as you coughed again

"Name, you would never affect anything when your sick, I was worried on why you didn't come to school but now I know and I'm going to help you feel better in no time" He smiled

You loved Izuku and how passionate he is to help his loved ones

He would always visit you in your dorm room, making you soup as he mother would make for him when he got sick, placing a wet towel on your forehead and always being there when you sleep

He loved you and he wanted to do everything he could to make you feel better to hang out with you once again

He would do anything for..

YOU

-A<3

[susiekern]

12. the one with the getaway car

a/n: I woke up to see that we've hit over 1000 likes at this point and I can't tell y'all how happy it makes me to know you enjoy my little works 😭 thank you so much for being here with me 🫡🫶🏻 also I'm posting it from my phone since I'm at a nye trip, so lmk if anything is looking wrong!

warnings: swearing, mentions and suggestions of sexual activities

word count: 1.491

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It’s crazy how things can change in a few weeks.

Ten days ago you had a first official date with Megumi, and now you’re sitting in his room, reading a book while he plays guitar. Spending quality time together, as Nobara would call it. You’re not sure if the thing between you two is official or not, but in the past two weeks of trying, you found out that dating Megumi is… fun. Yeah.

It had its ups and downs, like everything in life, but you try to only focus on the good parts, like how much your followers go crazy whenever you mention anything about him on your streams. They never saw him, but they loved him. Crazy. The first stream after your little Instagram fuck-up was filled with questions, and just remembering that you smile a little.

sammie: Y/N DON’T TORTURE US

rooney_: just admit it at this point

zeyde_: it’s the hot neighbor, right? it has to be him

yusshi: y/n x hot neighbor confirmed

“Guys, chill out. Nothing confirmed, I just went out with someone.” You sighed, taking a sip of the energy drink.

The little walk date you went out on yesterday turned into midnight cooking and late morning, so you were feeling the effects of only a few hours of sleep. It was great, though, so you weren’t really complaining. Megumi took the trying part seriously, and first, he took you for a walk around the calmer part of Tokyo combined with coffee in the park cafe, then cooked a dinner at his and Yuji’s place, so you could enjoy it while watching a movie. It wasn’t anything over the top; it wasn’t forced. Everything you did felt natural, like you’d been at it for years already.

lan2137: I refuse to ship you with anyone but him atp

zeyde_: LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK

zeyde_: and you are the people in the back y/n

nobabar: IT WAS THE HOT NEIGHBOR GUYS

nobabar: also I got you the mochi you asked for, it’s in the fridge

sammie: the queen has spoken

viviaaan: HI NOBARA

yusshi: I knew it!

“Traitor. But thanks for the mochi, Nono.” Betrayed by your own roommate. For the next half an hour, your chat was restless in asking you about the date until you caved and shared a little. Not like you’re going to tell people how his back was now full of scratches and you had small bruises on your hips, accidentally shaped like his fingers. No way.

“What are you smiling about?” Megumi asks, looking up from his notebook that was splayed on the desk. Oh, what you’d give to see these pages. He treats it like his treasure, always putting it safely into the drawer. With the black acoustic guitar in his hands and without a shirt on, he was a view you’d never get tired of. His fingers expertly pulled on the strings, not stopping even when he looked at you.

“I’m just happy, nothing specific.” You close the book that you have been trying to focus on for the past minutes and drop it on the nightstand. Turning onto your side, you stretch a little on his bed and move your attention fully to him. “What are you playing?”

“Nothing specific.” He repeats your words. After finishing the melody and putting the instrument back in its place, he gets up from a chair and joins you on the bed. “Nap time?”

“Megs, we’re meeting with Yuji, Nobara, and Maki for dinner in an hour.” You can’t help but laugh at his proposition.

“Five minutes.” Wrapping his arms around you, he shifts you both so now he’s lying on your body, head on your chest. It was his favorite position to sleep in, you’ve noticed. Not that you’re opposing in any way, it was comforting to feel his weight on you, and you felt like hugging a giant teddy bear. Maybe a bit harder than an actual plushie, but the warmth makes up for it.

“It’s never only five minutes, and we both know it.” Even with that, you instinctively brush your finger through his soft hair, earning a sigh from him. “Fine, five minutes.”

It’s not five minutes. It never is.

“Why does he always have to come up with shit like that?!” It’s possible that the whole building was currently listening to your meltdown. Not that you care. Not right now.

“He just texted you? Didn’t even call?” Nobara was as calm as ever, sitting on the counter with a beer in hand, watching as you paced around the room. On the contrary, Yuji and Megumi, who are standing near the kitchen island, look terrified.

“No. He just sent one text with place and time. I wouldn’t even be surprised if it was his assistant who sent it. I should just fucking ignore it.” You shake your head. With shaking hands, you take your own bottle and take a sip, throat dry after cursing for a good fifteen minutes. “Fucking asshole.”

“Okay, deep breath in. I’m sure it won’t be that bad.” Megumi tries to do anything, but you only give him one deadly look.

“Keep going and you’ll earn yourself a celibacy.” You’re absolutely serious about that threat, and that’s enough to shut him up for a moment. “I need a fucking smoke before I punch something. Or someone.”

They all look as you grab a pack of cigarettes and a jacket and go to the balcony. Nobara sighs and takes another sip of beer.

“How are you so calm? I’m genuinely nervous just watching her.” Yuji asks, moving his gaze from you to her.

“It’s not my first rodeo, newbie. He pulls shit like that at least once every six months, but usually, you’re safely in your own apartment. Now you’re a witness at the wrong place at the wrong time.” She laughs humorlessly.

What reason for this whole thing? Your lovely father, who remembers about his own child once or twice a year. You were all having a lovely evening, watching shitty dramas and eating takeout, when you got a text from him, demanding you come to dinner in three days. Not asking. Demanding.

“I’ll risk that celibacy.” Megumi sighs and pulls on his hoodie that is lying on the bar stool.

“Good luck. Just don’t tell her to calm down, it usually has the opposite effect.”

When he gets out on the balcony, you’re not much calmer. Your hands are shaking, making it hard to even hold a cigarette, but nicotine is your last resort at this point. You’re leaning on the railing, breathing in cold air, hoping it’ll cool down your nerves.

“About that celibacy…” Taking a spot next to you, Megumi tries to start with a joke. Surprisingly, you chuckle under your breath, taking another puff in. “But seriously, I get it.”

“You do?”

“Have I ever told you about my dad?” He asks, before stealing a cigarette from your hand. As you shake your head, he takes two puffs and gives it back. “He did something similar. But when your dad forgot about you for a few months, mine forgot about me and Tsumi for almost ten years. I was six when Mom died, and he fell into a dark place after. Gambling, alcohol, and I don’t even want to know what else. He’d show up once a year, promise he’d get better, then do exactly the same thing every time, just disappear overnight. So yeah, I get it in a way.”

“Shit.” You curse and turn a little to look at him. His face doesn’t tell you much, although his eyes are stuck on something in the sky. “I had no idea.”

“You couldn’t know. Even Yuji doesn’t. When I was sixteen, he was gone for two years and showed up again. But this time he actually did better. We’re not really close, but he’s present and calls me once in a while, trying to redeem himself for those ten years. He’s closer to Tsumi since they both live in Kyoto, and he took on a mission to be the best grandpa to her kid now.” There’s a soft smile on his face at the mention of the current situation, and he looks at you. “I’m not saying you should be happy with what your dad is doing because it could be worse; don’t get me wrong. He’s an asshole. I’m just saying I kind of understand how it feels, and honestly, he’s not worth the nerves. Go there, see what he has to say, and if it’s the same old shit, he can’t make you stay.”

“Yeah. Sounds like a plan.” You nod and lean on his shoulder.

“I can drive you there and wait for you outside if you want.” He offers, wrapping an arm around your waist and smiling, when you laugh and look up at him.

“You’ll be my getaway car?”

“Always.”

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