#breaking my silence (being on vacation) to complain

[soullessjack]

the jackgirl experience is finding a blog that’s capable of making intelligent thought around jacks character or recognizing him as an autonomous adult and realizing after further inspection that ,8 times out of 10. they’re probably a w*cestie, and then wishing you could take a chemical bath to wash away the interactions

[arcane-vagabond]

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[konigenblobbity]

Drabble: Hobie Finds Out He Likes Being Choked

Hobie Brown x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut, riding, mutual orgasm, p in v, tits, mention of bondage, choking ofc

A/n: Kindaaa similar to the Hobie with a Leash one but I wanted to post something :p Still on vacation at the moment

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Hobie has always been in love with watching you ride him, whether he ordered you to and guided you through it, or you wanted to take charge and became more dominant.

In this case you wanted to be more dominant, riding Hobie with your hands braced on his shoulders to help you while his hands were tied to the headboard. His eyes never left you once, not even daring to blink at fear of missing the sight in front of him.

The way your head was tilted back meaning he could only imagine the way your eyes were rolling back and how your lips were probably parted slightly to allow your moans to flow past effortlessly. He wouldn’t complain though, more than happy to watching your tits bounce instead, or how his cock disappeared repeatedly into your cunt.

Just like all the other times you ride him, he can hear your shaky breathing, see how your back arches, how your movements become more inconsistent, how you begin to grind more to make up for your soreness… all tell tale signs you were close.

Since his hands were tied back he couldn’t help much, deciding to grind his hips up slightly to help you in your efforts. Through soft moans he began to shower you with encouragement, wanting to help you fall over that edge.

“I can tell you’re close love. Don’t stop, I wanna feel you shake on top of me” he’d say, his own voice shaky. “Even with your thighs sore you don’t stop~ It feels too good doesn’t it? How my cock presses against your walls just how you like it” the whole time his eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

You didn’t respond, only able to moan out softly and occasionally tremble from the pleasure. “Cmon love, tell me how I can help” you’d just whine at those words, why he thought you could answer him lost on you. “What should I do hm?” He repeated, waiting for a response. It was so sweet how he was trying to help but your tongue was numb.

You didn’t even try to respond, focusing only on the movement of your hips, the way his cock pressed against your g-stop over and over, how when your hips met his- “Cmon love, tell me.” He’d say again and your brows furrow.

Unable to speak and his questions dragging your attention away from what you desperately chased. What you desperately needed. Much to your dismay, Hobie goes to speak again “Should I-“

Without thought you did something you’ve never done before, something he definitely didn’t expect.

Suddenly your hands moved from his shoulders to his neck, silencing him instantly with your grasp. You tilted your head forward again and met his eyes with a half-lidded yet somehow pointed look. “Shhh. H-Hobie, just shush” you mumbled. It was both demanding and pleading.

He was frozen, but as he felt your fingers gently pressed against the sides of his neck he nodded… completely speechless. You’ve been dominant before, but never like this. It unnerved him how much he liked it. He could feel how the pressure from your hands against his neck sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock.

You felt how Hobie throbbed inside you, the head of his cock managing to abuse the spot inside you that had you seeing stars. Practically throwing you off the edge of ecstasy.

He watched how your head fell back again, your walls clenched down tight around him. He could feel how your hands gripped his throat tighter when you came. Their grasp not suffocating but restricting enough to have him taking deep inhales. He was falling apart beneath you.

The feeling enough to thrown him over the edge abruptly. His head fell back onto the bed and his hands gripped at the belt holding his wrists to the headboard. “F-fuck… yes, god thats-“ a low groan breaks apart his words, unable to finish his statement.

You continued to grind your hips, no longer bouncing up and down. His hips did the same, both of you riding out your highs. Your head still thrown back and moaning again softly at the warm feeling of Hobie cumming deep inside you while you continued to drain him with your pulsing walls.

Once you both recovered from your post-orgasmic haze your bodies naturally relaxed. Your hands loosening around his neck and he whimpers softly at the feeling. You tilt your head to look down at him and then finally registered what you did.

The red marks on his neck weren’t very dark or apparent, but you could clearly see where your nails dug into the skin of his neck. “S-shit Hobie! I’m sorry, I-I didn’t realize” you say, letting go of his neck entirely, gently cupping his cheek with one hand to tilt his head to the side for a better look at his neck.

He watched your movements and expression of concern with amusement; half-lidded eyes and a lazy smirk on his lips. “Can you untie me?” He asks softly and you immediately reach your hands up. “Y-yeah of course! I-I really am sorry, I feel awful Hobie, I should’ve been more careful” you begin to ramble.

The second his hands are untied, you place your hands on his chest and go to move off of him but his hands immediately grip your hips like a vice “Don’t move. And don’t you dare apologize love…” his voice slightly raspy but still the low baritone it usually was. You look back up into his eyes, not seeing any pain or regret in them.

“I loved it…” you blushed at his words, there wasn’t an ounce of sarcasm or teasing in them. In your shock you only manage to stutter out a soft “r-really?”. When he nods, you can’t help but bite your bottom lip.

You’d be lying if you said you hated doing it to him. He placed a hand on top of one of yours, pulling it up to his lips before placing a tender kiss on your palm.

“Feeling these soft hands against my throat… fuck love the things you do to me” he groans out and moves your hand back down to his throat. You sit in silence, completely taken aback by this discovery. Hobie smirks at your state of shock and decides to use it against you.

“You’re so cute when you get all flustered…” he mumbles teasingly. His other hand reaches up and gently grabs your throat, pulling your face down closer to his own. You didn’t even fight back, at his bold action you instinctively gripped his throat with your hand.

“Fuck… just like that” When he groans lowly you blush, “What? Didn’t think I was boring did you?” He mocked and you chuckled at his teasing and then lightly shook your head adding “Not at all…”

“Good” he leans up and kisses your lips softly. Unable to contain your smile as he did. He gives your throat a quick squeeze and he can hear how your breath hitches “Guess we have one more thing in common now...”

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Small note: being vanilla or not liking this type of stuff doesn’t make you boring. Whatever gets your rocks off ;)

[mashup-writing]

Backstage Brainstorm (Resident Lover; Cassandra Dimitrescu)

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Requested? ❌

"Hurry home, let's never leave the house."

Summary: It hasn't even been a week since the Romeo and Juliet play had It's closing night but Cassandra, the ever sky-reaching star, is already trying to think up her next play that will be shown on the Campus theatre next year. It's up to you to convince her to get some much needed sleep.

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Resident Lover Masterlist

01-11: I swear, there was someone who asked me to make a Cassandra fluff fic but I can't find it in my inbox so now I'm not sure if I just accidentally deleted it or if it was in the RL Server that someone asked..

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Light assaults your eyelids and you can't help but groan in sleepy annoyance. It's not bright enough to feel like sunlight, plus there's a lack of warmth in the air. You're forced to slowly blink your eyes open as your mind starts to wake itself up in the attempt to decipher what the light source is.

You turn in the bed, arm extended to reach for...

Cold sheets?

You crack one eye open to find the culprit behind the brightness: Cassandra's over on her writing desk, with the night lamp turned on as she types away on her laptop, occasionally turning to a book by her hand before turning back to her laptop.

You untangle yourself from the sheets before slowly getting up and walking over to where the theatre director is.

"Hey there."

The clicking of the keycaps stop as you place a soft kiss to the top of Cassandra's head, keeping a hand buried in her hair even when you've pulled away. She tilts her head up to meet your gaze, and a sheepish smile grazes her lips as you raise your eyebrows at her. A silent question of "What are you up to?" conveyed clearly enough by your expression.

Cassandra sighs, taking your free hand in her own and placing kisses on each of your knuckles. It puts a smile on your lips, it was a habit Cassandra has developed ever since the two of you had started officially dating which she does whenever you're in very close proximity and she's gathering the words in her head before letting them leave her lips.

"A rough script draft of the play that I'm thinking of bringing from pages to a theatre stage. For this incoming year I was thinking Frankenstein, The Shadow Over Innsmouth, or Faerie Tale- I'm thinking Innsmouth but I still have no idea how we'll be able to set the stage for the parts that require an oceanic backdrop.."

The Actress has looked back over to the book on the table and her eyes skim the pages with a very focused look in them which you would have found cute if not for the very dark bags underneath.

"Incoming year."

Cassandra looks back over to you with a raised brow. "Huh?" is the only sound that leaves her mouth. You shake your head in fondness, how she's both basically a genius and a dumbass all in one is something that will never cease to surprise you. She offers no complaints when you take your hand out of her hair and go about saving the file on her computer before shutting it down. The look you sent her when she tried to start complaining was enough to shut her up.

You take both her hands in yours, gently pulling her up from her seat before leading her back under the blankets. Cassandra settles into your arms, head tucked underneath your chin. The sigh of contentment she lets out results in a chuckle from you.

"Much better than hunching over a desk isn't it?"

There's a beat of silence before Cassandra begrudgingly agrees with a muffled "I guess so." that could've been mistaken as nothing more than a grumble. But you know better.

"Vacation's just ended, Cass. I know you're in love with the Theatrical Arts, but now's the time for you- For us to catch up on sleep and take the breaks that we deserve."

She places a kiss to your collarbone, agreeing with a hum before nuzzling back into her comfortable position being tucked underneath your chin.

"You've got a point that I refuse to argue, and that's coming from someone in pre-law so you know you've won big time."

You both laugh, and the air in her room is filled with the essence of comfort. There's no place you'd rather be and even if you can feel that sleep is starting to creep up on the both of you, you can't help but try your best to delay it in favor of hearing Cassandra's voice for just a little longer.

"How come The Shadow Over Innsmouth was your first choice?"

"Well, the book literally starts off from the point of view of this traveler in a bus who ends up in an almost-abandoned village off a coast. He's heard stories about his destination but he's also very skeptical cuz most of the rumors legitimately sound like the story-tellers are off their fucking rockers-"

Cassandra's words start to slow and slur, and you're having difficulty in stopping her words from blurring together.

There's faint traces of bright sunlight peeking through the curtains of Cassandra's room, but it bothers neither Juliet nor her Romeo as the two both start succumbing to the inescapable pull of sleep.

The only sound that can be heard within the room is the faint synchronisation of the lovebirds' breathing.

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01-11: Cassandra fluff!! Cassandra fluff!! Cassandra fluff!! I still can't believe that this Campus heart throb has the "Tamest" cult ending possible.

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Missing You

Summary: You’ve missed your boyfriend terribly over the past month, and knowing he wouldn’t be coming home for Christmas made you miss him that much more. 

Oneshot

Hurt/Comfort?, Fluff, Established Relationship au

Word Count: 945

Requested by @jinkoh

Kevin X Reader

Prompt: 8. “I wish you could come home for Christmas” “Open your door”

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It’s your first year without each other on Christmas, and at first, you didn’t think it’d matter much. After all, you’ve spent months apart from each other plenty of times. But seeing all the couples walking together mitten in mitten just made you crave your boyfriend that much more. You missed him so much, from his warm hugs to his dorky laugh. You do your best to hide it very well every time he calls you while he’s away. You want him to have fun and enjoy his time with his family that he was vacationing with. You didn’t want to ruin that. Even though it breaks your heart knowing you’ll have to exchange presents after the holiday. And even if the couples walking mitten in mitten were singed into your memory, you have to hold it together and not let it show how badly you missed him. You look at the time on your phone. It’s around the time he usually calls, and you promise yourself to be brave. Not a moment later, he calls, and you’re not sure what has gotten in you after you had promised yourself to be good.

Because when he asks you how you’ve been, you finally break, sniffling, “I wish you could come home for Christmas.” He hums, “Open your door.” You blink your tears away, trying to understand if you heard him clearly, and he says again, “Come on, baby, open the door.” You wipe your eyes, phone still in hand, as you rush to the front door. You grab the door and twist it open, and it reveals the man you’ve missed most in the world. You drop your phone onto the floor and throw your arms around him, “I’m so happy to see you, Kev!” He chuckles into your shoulder, “I wanted to surprise you, darling. I knew you were hiding your loneliness. And I missed you so much too. I couldn’t stand to spend Christmas without you.” You cry into his arms as you hold him tighter. He moves inside the entrance. So, he’s no longer letting in the draft.

He shuts the door behind himself and gently scolds, “My sweet baby… You don’t have to hide that you miss me.” You look down, and he hums, “I know why you were doing it. But it’s okay. I’d come back in a heartbeat if you asked.” You sigh, “But… I didn’t want you missing out on any valuable family time.” He shakes his head, “I wouldn’t be because you’re family to me too. You’re my home. You own my whole heart. Next time, you’re coming with me. I don’t want you to miss out on that valuable time either. They complained about you not being with me either.” You laugh, “Okay… You’re my home, too. And really?” He grins, “Yeah, they love you to pieces, baby.” He pulls you into his lap and peppers your face with kisses, “I love you so much. I missed you to pieces.” You kiss his nose, “I love you too. I missed you so much more.” “Nuh-uh.” “Yeah-huh.” He shakes his head, rolling his eyes, “Come here.” He wraps his arms securely around your waist, and you wrap around him, snuggling into his shoulder.

As you sit there in silence, just taking in each other’s presence. You notice his heartbeat slowing down. And you look over to see his closed eyes, “Are you falling asleep?” He hums without opening his eyes, “It was a long flight.” You hum, “Okay.” He adds as he snuggles into you, “And you’re also my personal teddy bear. So…” You laugh at that, “What do you say we go upstairs and sleep before Santa gets here?” He keeps his eyes closed, “Okay.” You lead him up the stairs after getting him out of his coat before snuggling into bed together. 

You wake up excited to finally wake up beside Kevin after so long of being without him. With your eyes not fully open, you search the bed with your hands and find he isn’t beside you. You pout. Maybe him coming home was just a figment of your imagination because of how much you missed him. You wipe your eyes awake and hear from the doorway, “You’re up early, baby…” You look over and see him holding two mugs, and you can’t hide the delight you feel at seeing him. He asks as he comes closer, “What do you say to a slow Christmas morning?” 

You think about it before happily telling him, “I’d like that.” He hands you your mug, and you take a few sips from it as he gets in beside you. You lean your head on his shoulder, “You’re the best Christmas present I could ask for.” He hums, “Why do you say that?” You smile lightly to yourself, “I’ve missed you so badly… And finally, getting to have you beside me right now is everything I could want and more.” He kisses the top of your head, “You’re the best Christmas present I could ask for too. I knew I would miss you terribly, and before I left, I booked the flight back. It’s funny… You’re right beside me, and I still miss you so much.” You take another sip before looking over at him and telling him, “Funny, I’ve been thinking the same thing, too.” You move from his shoulder, holding your cup steady, and bring him for a kiss. “I love you so much, Kev.” He grins, “I love you more, bug.” He pulls you in for another kiss, and you can’t think of a place you’d rather be than in his arms on Christmas morning.

[oldiesstationlover11607]

hiii i love your writing !!

could you write a tyler joseph x reader where reader knows who tyler is and they get stuck in an elevator together? but she tries not to let on that she knows who he is and they hit it off really well. a little angst maybe?

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🍁anon

Elevator - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Relationship: Tyler Joseph × Reader

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 1464

A/N: hello 🍁 anon! fall is my favorite season so i love ur emoji choice! it's nice to meet you btw :) hopefully u like this! feel free to continue requesting!!

I’d been on holiday for about a week now, halfway through the break I’d quote-unquote “deserved.” I hated being away from my work. It’s part of who I am—it is who I am. But my boss had quite literally threatened to fire me if I didn’t take time off. I’d just come back from dinner at the sandwich place my mom had recommended and was 100% ready for bed. I stepped into the elevator and hit the button for the seventh floor, glad to finally have a moment to myself after a long day of tourist attractions.

Just as the gleaming silver doors were about to close, a tattooed hand slipped through, and they opened again. I knew that tattoo. Three lines across the wrist. I had the closest thing to that tattoo I could get without injecting ink into my wrist—three hair ties placed perfectly around my arm. Regardless, I knew the tattoo and the person attached to it. Tyler Joseph.

My little sister loved his band and would fight me for the aux cord to play their music. Not to mention the several posters of his and that other guy’s face sprung about her room. I froze for a second, recognizing his face almost instantly. I wanted to say hi, I wanted to tell him I liked his music—despite the number of times I complained enough for my sister to turn it off. But I swallowed that thought, determined not to make things weird. I’ve met famous people before; this should have been no different. I pretended not to notice who he was and stared straight ahead.

“Sorry,” he said with a polite smile, pressing the button for the eighth floor.

“No problem,” I replied, my voice steady, though my heart beat a little faster than I’d like.

The elevator began its smooth climb. It was quiet, and I caught myself glancing at him, trying not to be too obvious. He was... just a guy, right? I focused on the numbers lighting up above the doors, reminding myself to keep it together. But suddenly, the elevator shuddered and came to a jerking stop. The lights flickered briefly, and I lost my balance for a second, grabbing the rail for support.

Tyler pressed the emergency button, frowning slightly. “Looks like we’re stuck.”

“Yeah,” I muttered, more to myself than to him. Just what I needed today.

He let out a breath, leaning against the wall. “Hopefully, it won’t be long.”

I nodded, leaning back as well. It was strange being in such a confined space with him, pretending I didn’t know who he was. But I figured it was better this way—less awkward, less pressure. Still, the silence felt heavy, and I couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious.

“So,” Tyler said after a moment, breaking the thick silence, “you here for work or vacation?”

I swallowed, my mind still racing from the fact that I was stuck in an elevator with him. “Vacation,” I replied, keeping it short. “Against my will, mostly.”

He chuckled lightly, but there was something distant about his expression, like he wasn’t really here. “Same. Well, kind of. It’s supposed to be a break, but I’m bad at that. I enjoy my work.”

I let out a soft laugh, finding it easier to relate than I thought. “Yeah, same here. I feel like I should be working, even though I’m supposed to be enjoying myself.”

“Funny how that works,” he muttered, his voice quieter now, almost like he was talking to himself. He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes drifting to the floor. “Even when you get time to relax, it’s hard to actually relax.”

I knew what he meant, and there was an odd heaviness in the air, like the conversation was teetering on the edge of something deeper. I wanted to ask—wanted to know what weighed on him—but I stayed quiet, unsure if it was my place.

“I don’t know how to turn off,” I admitted, more to break the silence than anything. “Even now, I feel like I should be doing something productive. It’s stupid, really.”

He didn’t respond right away, his gaze still fixed on the floor as if lost in thought. When he finally spoke, his voice was softer, almost weary. “It’s not stupid. I get it.”

There was something in the way he said it, a kind of quiet exhaustion that hit me harder than I expected. For a moment, I forgot who he was—the lead singer of a famous band, the guy whose lyrics my sister screamed at the top of her lungs. He just sounded... tired. And I knew that feeling all too well.

“I guess it’s hard when your work becomes your identity,” I said, not realizing how close to home the words would hit until they were out in the open.

He looked up at me then, something shifting in his expression, like maybe I’d touched on something personal. His lips twitched into a small, tired smile. “Yeah. It’s like... you can’t escape it, even when you try.”

I nodded, feeling a weird, growing connection. But at the same time, I couldn’t shake the tension that was building inside me. Part of me wanted to say more, to let him know I understood—that I knew who he was and why this hit home for him. But that part of me was overruled by the fear of making things weird. He didn’t need another stranger prying into his life.

The elevator remained still, the hum of machinery the only sound for a while. I felt restless, stuck not just in the elevator, but in my own head. Why was I holding back? It wasn’t like he’d care. He probably forgot people the moment they left his sight.

“So,” I started, my voice coming out more hesitant than I intended, “is it... hard for you to, you know, get time off? I imagine you don’t get many breaks.”

Tyler let out a short laugh, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You have no idea.”

I bit my lip, unsure how to respond to that. Something about the way he said it made me think there was more to the story. But again, I wasn’t sure I should push.

“I’m sure it’s not easy being recognized everywhere you go either,” I added cautiously, testing the waters.

He looked at me, his eyes narrowing slightly, as if he was trying to figure out if I really knew who he was or if that was just a passing comment. I could see the shift in his posture, like he was preparing for something—maybe for me to mention his name, to fan out.

“I know you know who I am,” he chuckled under his breath. I let out a sigh of relief. 

“Was it that obvious?”

He nodded, probably used to fans pretending they didn’t know who he was.

“Yeah, but you seem cool,” he smiled. 

“Well, that’s a relief,” I muttered, though I could feel the awkwardness settling in.

But before he could say anything, the elevator suddenly jolted to life, the hum of machinery filling the silence. The floor numbers lit up again, and we began moving.

“Yeah,” Tyler agreed, but he still seemed to be studying me, his expression thoughtful. There was a pause, and then he asked, “So, you said you’re here on vacation. What do you do when you’re not... being forced to take time off?”

I hesitated for a second, then decided there was no harm in telling the truth. “I work in the film industry,” I said. “Mostly behind the scenes—editing, production stuff.”

His eyebrows raised slightly, genuine interest sparking in his tired eyes. “That’s cool. Must be a creative job.”

“Yeah, it’s... intense, but I love it.” I shrugged, feeling a bit more relaxed now that we were back on neutral ground.

The doors dinged, and we reached the seventh floor. As I stepped out, I felt a small tug of curiosity and... maybe something else.

Tyler cleared his throat before I could go. “Hey, I know this is random, but... you seem really cool and I’d love to hear more about your work. Maybe we could grab a coffee sometime?”

I blinked, caught off guard by the request. “Oh, um, yeah, sure.”

He smiled—this time a little more genuine—and pulled out his phone. “Could I get your number? No pressure or anything.”

I gave him my number, trying not to think about the surrealness of it all. Once he had it saved, the doors began to close again.

“See you around,” he said with a nod.

And just like that, the doors slid shut, leaving me standing in the hallway, wondering how a simple elevator ride had turned into... whatever this was.

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REQUESTS OPEN!

[alcoholfreenayeon]

Chaeyoung Girlfriend HCs Pt:4

A/N: And it is finally here! Literally have nothing else prepared for today so this is it. I’ll hopefully be posting the requests by end of next week. My classes start soon as well…

SFW HCs

She had been wanting to try out this one dessert for a while but for one reason or the other just wouldn’t get the chance so you secretly learned to make it for it.

It took you a couple of tries to get it right, the first try was….well, you were pretty sure it wasn’t fit for human consumption. The second wasn’t great either but atleast it was edible. Well, somewhat edible. But the third try was good, you were happy with it and when Chaeyoung came by she was really touched by your effort and said she’s happy with it but you insisted that she taste it before saying anything else.

And then Chaeyoung took a bite, then another and then another as it looked like she couldn’t stop herself. “How is it?”, you ask her, knowing she liked it. She just looks at you, her mouth stuffed and smiles happily, her cheeks flushing.

Chaeyoung took you to a sudden vacation, she said she was going to be busy with tours soon and wanted to spend some time with you properly before she was too busy. You had no complains. Except for her going all over the world without you of course.

The two of you were sitting at the beach on the sand, her finger tips on top of yours as you both watched the setting sun. Light gusts of wind blew over the calm sea, the waves flowing peacefully and everything was just so perfect. You commented that it would be nice if you both could do this forever. This caused Chaeyoung to stiffen a bit and she slowly put her hand over yours, holding it tightly.

“Marry me then….”, Chaeyoung said quietly. “Huh!”, you looked at her, completely taken by surprise. She looked back at you slowly, you could see the nervousness and panic slowly settling down on her as the silence grew louder.

She looked like she wanted to say something but you ended up speaking before she could, “No ring, no getting on your knees, huh…but I’ll make an exception for you since you are cute”, you reply with smile. You sounded calm but in truth your heart couldn’t have been beating faster.

Chaeyoung blinked slowly and then suddenly hugged you, laughing in happiness, holding you tightly, hoping you wouldn’t notice her getting teary eyed. You were the same and were hugging her back tightly blinking quickly hoping the tears wouldn’t flow.

You both stayed like that, hugging and snuggling in silence as it grew dark and cold quickly. Until it became too cold to stay and you both made your way back to the hotel.

After your endeavors, you both started to call your family and friends to tell them about the good news. Naturally almost everyone was surprised but they were all extremely happy and excited too, teasing and congratulating you both.

NSFW HCs (kinda)

Chaeyoung had chosen a really expensive and big room for you both to stay at for the trip. Like, the room itself had 2 floors inside it big. An elevator, balcony, pool, all the works.

And was there a better opportunity go try out all of those things throughly? Probably not so you both made the most of it. Pool sex, balcony sex, everything and overall the day being much more tiring than you’d have expected but it was definitely worth it.

Entering your room, Chaeyoung stopped you from getting on the bed, a mischievous smile on her face. “You wanted me on my knees didn’t you?”, she said holding your legs and taking off your shorts.

There wasn’t much you both did except lay and hold each other than that one thing from Chaeyoung though. You both were too happy at the moment to do anything else.

Lately Chaeyoung had been quite busy so you two couldn’t spend a lot of time together. It was a bit annoying at first. But quite exciting when you began to sneak in during her shoots to “help” her during her breaks. Or when during the concerts she was alone in the dressing room. The VIP pass she got you sure helped a lot.

Since you both got engaged Chaeyoung had become a lot more bold and would often pin you down to make out randomly before things got really heated. But she didn’t always let it go that far. She sometimes said that “you didn’t earn it yet” or “that she has something special planned if you can control yourself for now”.

She had also become a bit of an early riser lately and as a byproduct of that, morning sex was almost always on the cards. Especially since Chaeyoung is quite playful in the morning.

Since Chaeyoung had become more dominant, you ended up becoming more bratty towards her. Soon enough she revealed her strict side to you. You didn’t know how authoritative she could sound. And the way she looked at you, her eyes always looking down at you, like you weren’t worthy enough to be looked at her. For some reason you kinda liked that look.

Chaeyoung’s willpower was tested to the maximum when you went to visit her parents. You had been teasing her a lot lately and she wanted to jump at you. But she also was too conscious of doing anything too much at her parent’s house.

She promised to give you a really good massage when she finishes her tour and you are looking forward for that.

[itsybiggy]

Stuck With Me: Peter Parker x OC

Cute Peter Parker slow burn, less spiderman action more just good ol awkward Parker.

Peter has been in a bad mood all month, but with soon to be divorced parents, trying to figure out what's wrong with him is the last thing Lani needs. Thankfully summer break is here. Lani, Ned, Peter, and MJ set off on the summer vacation road trip to California. Drama ensues

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Chapter 1

Master list

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He left me on read. He never does that, like ever. My thoughts begin to wander to attempt to make evenly winged eyeliner.

So much for keeping it positive.

Intrusive thoughts pile up in my mind. I'm not dumb enough to really believe that Peter now hates the mere thought of me; but the little "read" under my text makes me anxious all the same.

I being wracking my brain. Thinking of everything I have said to him in the past weeks. I mean maybe I said something to make him upset or did something and just not realize it. But honestly, it only makes me smile as I recall the jokes we cracked and fun we all  have had. Nothing bad is really coming to mind.

My screen is still void of any text notifications.

I check my refection in the mirror, smiling. I usually try to stay positive when it comes to my appearance. And I definitely can't complain of how my butt looks my black maxi skirt. I adjusted my white crop top, making sure the tiny cross stitched spider was visible. After a quick click of my off brand Dock Martins I decided humidity was a virtue and mirror time was over.

It was already 5:15, I didn't feel quiet ready but Ned would be waiting.

~15 minutes later~

"GET IN LOSER WE ARE GOING SHOPPING!" I yell as Ned walks down the apartment stairs.

He gets in the car "Hey."

"Hey." My smile drops and I hope it's subtle. The tone of his voice worried me. Silence between us is uncommon. I squirm a bit in my seat.

Seeing as he isn't going to make conversation, I speak up.

"Did you get the texts from me and Michelle?" I say.

"Yeah, I have no idea what's wrong with him. Maybe we will figure out tonight" he says quickly, shrugs and looks out the window. Silence fills the car again.

I know you can't sound like anything over text, but Ned sounded a lot peppier when we were messaging. What was going on with my friends?

"We should go see a movie after."  I make a lame attempt to kindle a conversation.

Ned seems to perk up a bit at this.

"Yes! The Joker is out!"

I laugh at this, I'd never been much for DC superhero comics. Especially when they are made up. It didn't really make a lot of sense why someone would make up a superhero and a supervillain when there are plenty to choose from that are real. Movie production companies have tried to profit off of rising superhero stars. The movies are never as good as the up close and real action.

I shrug "I'll see whatever you want bubby."

He winces at 'bubby' and goes back to looking out the window.

I feel my face getting hot. Ok mental note, after being called bubby for 3 years Ned now doesn't like it.

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON WITH MY FRIENDS! Blasts in my mind. My only hope now was that Michelle was normal.

___

To my relief she was. We got to the diner at 6:04, Michelle sitting down at our usual table in the back. We try to sit in the back as to not disturb other customers. Our laughs are usually boisterous and frequent not to mention the cheeky jokes. And all being on the decathlon team, heated arguments or "debates" on some old dudes theories or such tend to heated. But we are high tipping customers so we don't worry about it too much.

"Hey guys surprised to see you have made it here alive." She jokes.

"I don't know where you got that I was a bad driver!" I motion for Ned to take a seat before I slide in next to him.

"Oh I think you know." She winks.

"what?" I look at her, perplexed before she shakes her head.

"Speak of the devil" she said just as Peter walks through the door.

The little bell at the top of the door gives a joyful ring. Peter flinches but his body quickly moved back into its slightly hunched position with a frown on his face. Oh great.

"Hey Peter!" I say as he sits down next to Michelle.

He looks into my eyes and gives a slight smile. But says nothing.

A waiter soon comes around with menus "Can I get you started off with anything to drink?"

"I will have a coke." Michelle starts.

"Same." Peter mumbles.

"Sprite." Says Ned cheerfully.

"Tea for me please and thank you." I say brightly, I had to stay positive. I am with my friends to get away from negativity, not have more of it.

Once the waiter left we all began talking. Peter slowly starts engaging more, and it seems to feel right again. Something about him is definitely off; though that does make me very worried about him, I know now was not the time to ask. I will just do my best to cheer my moody friend up.

I smile, mentally stepping back from the conversation, contentment filled my heart. There is nowhere I would rather be and no group of people I would rather be with. I mean they are the only friends I have...

Good Eats has become a favorite of ours. We started eating here for dinner or after school almost every weekend, for about 3 years now. It was cheap for the quality of simple yet delicious diner food. But it's usually pretty quiet in the evenings— (we learned the hard way to avoid it during the mornings where the line is out the door.) —a steady stream of customers usually taking things to-go. Which I don't get, a big part of this place being great is the aesthetic. It reminds me of a 70s diner and most likely opened then. Yellow booths, a jute box always playing great oldies music, kinda ugly wallpaper, and warm lighting. And the store owner is a really nice guy. He usually brings his grandkids. It's always funny when you get rung up by a 10-year-old or have your water refilled by a 7-year-old. Since we have been coming for so long so often, the owner has a special discount for us "I've got to treat my best customers right!"  he always says I'm pretty sure it's just a %10 student discount. We usually tip as much much as we can.

I snapped back into reality when I heard my name. I didn't really know who it came from.

"What?" I said shacking my head out of the clouds.

"We were asking about the van. Summer break is almost here, when is Caroline gonna be ready?" Ned asks

"Oh right, I would say just in time for school to let out." I say.

We have been planning our summer break since school started this year. It will be our last summer vacation ever, so it had to be epic. I always get excited butterflies from it, but it is usually mixed with dread too. Dread because I know when I get home my parents will be officially divorced. Not that I haven't known this was coming or that it needs to happen. It definitely does, I have a cup bruise on the side of my head to prove it.

No, nope stop! I feel my eyes watering. Internally I let out a big sigh. This summer vacation has to be perfect. I don't know what I will do if it's not.

"Alright let's go over the plans one last time," Peter says.

I smile reaching into my purse, and pull out a small, light pink, piece of paper. 1-10 lists of things we need to do while we are in California. We had decided a beach trip is definitely what we need.

I clear my throat and begin to read.

1. start off at Stark Tower to go over things with Tony such as Hotels, food reservations, and tickets

Did I mention all of this was Peter's early birthday gift from TS himself. We are all pretty jazzed. And by that I mean we about shit our pants when Peter told us.

2. head out across the country stopping at the finest Tony Stark hotels (hotels with penthouse suites that Tony has frequent so much he just straight up bought the hotels.)

3  get to LA and check out our crib

4. beach

5. Disney Land

6. More beach

7. eat at a super fancy restaurant

8. ruins of Mr. Stark's Malibu mansion

9. Santa Monica Pier

10. hike to the Hollywood sign

It was a packed summer for sure, but it had to be the best, it just had to be. My last slice of happiness before I move away with my mom, before I move from Queens to which ever relative my mom decides to move close to. Away from all of my friends, who are more of a family then my real ones. Who have gotten me through so much, stuck by my side through it all. And even feeling upset makes me feel like I'm a monster. I want to support my mom, but I don't want this! I don't want to be away from them. Away...I hate that word.

"You ok La?" Ned asks  his hand rests on my back, lightly rubbing it.

My cheeks grow warm with embarrassment- I was crying. And of course Ned's kind questioning made more tears flow. I quickly wipe my eyes with my sleeve, and give a quick fake smile to my friends. They look concerned, except Peter. He looks almost angry, this made me cry more. Amazing.

"Yeah I'm fine. I-uh-i yawned." I stammer, I yawned wtf, who would believe that?!

"What the hell Lani?! No one's yawns make them cry that much." Michelle said, her voice rose she was almost laughing at the dumb lie that came out of my mouth. But I knew she was just concerned.

Ned quickly drops his hand from my back, my head instinctively turning towards him. He's looking at Peter.

"I'm fine I, I-just." I paused. I had told them about my parents getting a divorce, but not much. More importantly, I hadn't told them I was moving, and I wasn't planning on it till the trip is over. If they knew it would just ruin the whole trip for me. Not to mention I was so scared to even say it out loud, it would just make it seem more real. I tried my hardest to not think about it ever. Yea I know it's is unhealthy, but it's how I'm coping now. Might as well let future Lani deal with it.

"It's just my parents divorce, it's getting close to the last of all the court stuff. I just, can't stop thinking about it." My face continued the hot embarrassed sensation. I felt my under arms tingle and I could feel their eyes in me. My eyes stayed glued on my hands like my left depended on it.

There was a small pause. Oh gosh this is embarrassing.

"Lani, no madder what, you will always have us. We love you." Michelle finally said. Her tender words caught me off guard.

I looked back at her, giving a genuine smile "Thanks, that means a lot."

But the little voice in the back of my mind kept screaming Except they won't always be there for you.

"Are you guys ready to order?" We all jumped a bit as the waiter had finally returned to serve us. She placed each of our drinks in front of us.

After we ordered I had asked if we could just forget I said anything, what I needed was a fun night with my friends. They all agreed and once Ned had brought up The Joker, a new conversation sprung. I was just happy to not discuss anything family related.

___

Once we had all gotten and eaten our food, we decided to head to the movie theater to watch The Joker.

"Ok how about Peter pays for drink, Ned pays for Popcorn, and Lani pays for the tickets?" Michelle suggests as we walk into the theater.

"Um, that's convenient, seeing as you pay for nothing." Said Peter, slightly annoyed "and we should all pay for our own tickets, they are too expensive for Lani to pay for alone."

Michelle give a little snicker before we all decide it was every man for himself/herself.

I walk up to the counter, and smile brightly at the young man at the register. "Four tickets for The Joker, please and thank you."

"Sorry The Joker is sold out." He replies in a monotone voice.

"What?!" Ned exclaimed "but- I just checked online like 5 hours ago."

"Sorry The Joker is sold out" he repeats in the same voice. I don't blame him, he has probably had to say this so many people tonight.

"Hey, guys it's fine we can just pick another movie!" I say trying to lift their spirits.

"It 2 is out." Michelle offers.

Oh no

"Yeah I'm down" says Ned.

Oh no

"Yeah me too" says Peter.

Shit

Three pairs of eyes look at me. I give a sheepish smile. I get scared very easily, they know this, but I'm willing to take one for the team... even if it means I won't sleep for a few da-weeks. "Yes, let's go see It 2" I say in a fake enthusiastic tone.

I turn back to the man at the register "um, four for... It 2 please."

___

The theater is completely empty, which makes it about 1099999373783298xs more scary. It's a pretty popular movie so the rows of seats absent of people makes it feel like the twilight zone. We look around, deciding to sit in the far back.

I see Peter hanging back, walking slowly behind us. Strategically, I begin to slow my pace; slipping behind MJ to sit beside Peter. If there is anything that will distract me from the killer clown, it's Peter. We enter the row and settled in. And Peter grabs my hand.

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I’m breaking my silence on the matter (/lh). gay block men below the cut

trigger warning for mentions of abuse and death, no explicit details

first off, this starts soon after the manberg festival. the turbulent aftermath of tubbo’s execution for pogtopia creates ghostza, a physical manifestation of the influence he’s had on l’manberg. his hair is longer and sits in the loose ponytail that wilbur and techno always talk about, he looks like the young warrior his sons remember, and the green he wears has faded into a calming blue. but he’s intertwined with memories of wilbur and tommy, so he wanders manberg thinking it’s l’manberg. schlatt finds him in the early hours of the morning, and ghostza is so based on phil’s analogies of kindness and allies that he accepts the idea that wilbur and tommy are on vacation. schlatt uses the relationship mainly for the wealth of information about wilbur and tommy, but he quickly becomes enamored with the idea of having a seemingly godly being on his side.

ghostza’s wings are white and you can tell his clothes aren’t supposed to be blue. they look drained of color like his skin does. his eyes are too white to be blue and too blue to be white. if you would see him out of the corner of your eye, he glitches slightly surrounded by deep blue errors. for his happier and kinder demeanor, he’s terrifying to see roaming manberg. schlatt calls him “angel”. quackity’s scared to call him phil in case he isn’t, so he eventually just calls him “blueberry”.

and the enticing thing about this love triangle is that everyone is suspicious of everyone. schlatt wants both of them all to himself, but in the back of his head he knows the two are meeting without him. quackity is stuck between an abusive man he doesn’t want to leave and the only man who treats him okay but who rings the loudest alarm bells in his head (added with the fact that according to wilbur, phil is on an entirely different server). ghostza fully recognizes schlatt as corrupt and abusive once he sees how “l’manberg” is ran, and is trying to help quackity but is worried about quackity’s involvement.

quackity repeatedly tries to convince schlatt of the danger over nice dinners and being the “housewife” he usually tries to resist. a kiss to Schlatt’s cheek before he complains, “we don’t know where he’s from.” after quackity portions out the food for him, “it’s just worrying that he insists he’s their dad. why would he be on our side?” after he hides his grimace while schlatt admires the apron he had gotten for an old anniversary, “there’s no knowledge of him or what he is.” schlatt just rubs his fingers over the frilly edge of the apron with a blank, unemotional grin. “y’know, it’s- you make such good points, you really do doll. can’t help but notice— you’re focusing a lot of attention on phil and not on the country we are running. and really, you’ve made me realize that I don’t know what you are, quackity. I really don’t. would you care to share?” his eyes gleam with a brutal glee that makes his point loud and clear; “don’t mention this again.”

it’s not like ghostza doesn’t feel the pure animosity quackity has, and he shows it every time quackity withdraws from the situation. but he persists. ghostza chases him down, trying to connect with late night walks and fancy dinners. they mainly remind quackity of how he and schlatt started, which reminds him that schlatt is angry and alone and expecting him home. ghostza mainly crashes the few moments quackity finds himself alone, but eventually he finds himself anticipating the moments he gets to relax with this spirit. ghostza tends to be the only real escape he gets from manberg that doesn’t either get back to Schlatt or is taking away precious time to work on the plan with pogtopia.

with something on his side that’s clearly not human, maybe even ethereal in a way, schlatt gets much more erratic. with no knowledge of ghosts, he assumes it must be a god on his side. he takes more risks, stops the very small and very futile steps for his own health and stretches himself thinner and thinner. it comes crashing down in that rusty old van on november 16th. ghostza crumbles down similarly when he sees himself join the server and kill his own son.

it’s quiet rebuilding l’manberg from the crater. ghostza stays in a snowy area (eventually where techno and phil’s cabin is built) to avoid what the living version of him did. he sees the new l’manberg now and he can’t visit the crater without panicking. quackity visits him occasionally, but ghostza finally disappears during their final meeting after schlatt’s funeral.

quackity meets the real phil soon after, and he vaguely remembers walking around l’manberg. the memories aren’t the same, but they’re close and the closeness drives quackity insane. he misses the blue and the glitching but he still loves phil. he’s a welcome escape; quackity expects his stomach to twist seeing his lover while the butcher army’s actively hunting down techno, but it’s just relief. the last time phil and quackity really talk is once the compass is found, a simple goodbye that feels wrong compared to how phil glares at him.

when phil escapes the server, ghostza returns. quackity is mainly wandering; he does that a lot after his second death, but no matter where he is it doesn’t feel right to settle down there. he’s yet to find an area that is far enough away from kinoko kingdom, or las nevadas, or any place with history that doesn’t turn to a bitter taste in his mouth, so he just returns to glatt’s bunker each night to live in the escapism of the gym and a version of his husband who doesn’t always glare at him.

he finds ghostza while wandering, and they walk around the next few days. on november 13, ghostza, glatt, and quackity sit in the gym and talk. it’s cozy, and quackity has to admit he loves sitting with versions of his past from before so many tragedies. it’s a husband who never wronged him and a lover he never wronged. but it chills him to be the only person living presently, sitting with the ghosts of his past. slowly, quackity’s track jacket goes from navy blue to a light baby blue as if to mimic the two men around him. he senses something else is wrong, but he never thinks it could be the impending doom of the nuclear fallout above them.

beaming the infodump rays into ur mind you wanna listen to my schlatt/quackity/philza thoughts you wanna hear me go insane over three minecraft men /j

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Chapter 18

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⛔️Trigger warnings: Sex, manipulation, toxic relationships, yandere, romanticized abuse, verbal abuse, degradation, Narcissistic family, mental illness/instability, delusional thinking, drug use leading to inevitable abuse, hallucinations, gas lighting, fractured psyche, co-dependency, enabling

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“This is so exciting! I can’t believe we’re here! That I’m here! That you guys really brought me with you!”

Your arms are spread out as you twirl around, marveling at your new surroundings. The Bakugou’s observe you with amusement as you look around. Katsuki grabs hold of your hand to drag you inside the hotel you guys were staying at. Mitsuki hands each of you a key card, “You two are on floor six and we are on floor three-“ “Okay bye” Katsuki replied, heading towards the elevator. “Meet us down here at 7 so we can go to dinner, ungrateful brat!” “We will!” You call out with a wave as the elevator doors slide shut. “I was worried our room’s would share a wall, but with three floors between us we’re free to fuck as much as we want” You find yourself being pressed against the wall of the elevator, caged in by a muscular arm on either side of your head, as Katsuki continues whispering a tirade of dirty things in your ear.

By the time the beep announces your floor being reached, you can feel your face burning from embarrassment. You slip out from beneath his arm and begin a brisk walk down the hallway. “Hey! Come back!” You don’t, you break out into a sprint instead. “Y/N! Don’t ignore me!” You turn the corner and hurry to unlock the door, squealing once he comes into view and once inside, try to shut the door on him. He’s able to get his foot in and you know your in trouble now. So you start backing away as he stalks towards you, only to end up getting body slammed onto the soft bed in the center of the room. “Got cha now”

“It’s our first night here, why do we have to go to some stupid party?” Katsuki complains as the two of you follow his parents inside some upscale venue. “You didn’t have to come! I told you that you could go back to the hotel after we finished dinner!” Mitsuki snaps back at him. “Hell no I wasn’t going back alone and letting you take my girlfriend somewhere without me!” “You guys-“ Masaru tries to intervene but his wife whips around surprising the bespectacled man as she starts in on their son, “Knock it off Katsuki, we’re here on vacation, Im not interested in hearing you bitch and moan the entire time, so either suck it up or I’ll make sure you sit your ass in the room by yourself for the rest of the week, understand?”.

The anger burning inside her crimson stare wasn’t even directed towards you, but that didn’t mean it was any less frightening. You’d heard and witnessed her getting onto Katsuki many a time but this time was different…The aura surrounding the older woman had began to effect the atmosphere of the entryway; The light hearted, jubilant buzz of the gathering out on the veranda was silenced by the growing tension, was that your heart beating loudly in your ears? Your mouth had gone dry, you thought better of attempting to fan yourself as you broke out in a sudden sweat. It was as if the surrounding air had adapted to that crimson hell fire and rose from its once cool temperature to mimic the stagnant inferno. You feel bad for your boyfriend as he mumbles a quiet “Yes”, you attempt awkwardly rubbing his back, but he’s quick to shrug you off as the two of you follow behind his parents once more.

Of course you hadn’t been too thrilled to come out either, jet lag combined with getting drilled by Katsuki for an hour was enough to put you out. Thankfully you were able to sneak one of your pep pills before dinner, without them you wouldn’t have managed to keep a smiling face on while you were forced to meet so many industry people. Unfortunately, they seemed to have given you an increased feeling of anxiety along with that energy boost. Standing in a group of well dressed people much older than you, you couldn’t help but think; Who would have known the Bakugou’s were so well connected outside Japan?

“Mitsuki you never mentioned you had a daughter!” a voice exclaims from behind you. An eccentric old man in a paisley suit seems to materialize out of nowhere as he hugs the blonde woman. “She might as well be! This is y/n, my prodigy and Katsuki’s girlfriend, c’mere sweetheart” the warmth radiating from “mom” was welcoming as she reached out to pull you closer to her side. A stark contrast to the terrifying display you’d witnessed earlier…God forbid you ever disappoint or anger her. After introductions were made and Masaru had reappeared with a drink for his wife, you seized the opportunity to slip away into the crowd.

So many people were crowded together around the large veranda; Too many conversations abuzz in your ears, the muscles in your cheeks were cramped from the continuous smile you wore. Your pulse sped up with each step you took, sweat begins to form on your brow. You need to keep yourself grounded, you could not have a freak out right now! That’s when you realized something was amiss, or rather…someone.

Where was Katsuki?

Wide eyes shift back and forth as they scan your surroundings in search of a familiar slouched figure, that brooding expression, but neither were anywhere to be found. Seeing a passing waitress you quickly stopped her to ask which way to the bathroom? She directed you with a gentle smile and a quiet voice. Re-enterting the building you walk quickly down a short hallway, make a left turn, and just as you are about to make a right, you hear it, the gruff snarling and crackling pops that could only come from one person.

“-The fuck you followed me here for?! I’m not interested you weird bitch, get your hands off me!”

The shift from fear to fury had come so easily it was like flipping a light switch. You made your presence known as soon as you realized what was happening.,”You have two seconds to get the fuck away from him”. Seeing Katsuki against the wall being felt up by some middle aged stranger had you seeing red. Your heels echoed as they struck the tiles below your feet as you reached the duo in a few short steps. The women turns to face you, keeping your lover hidden from your sight as she sneers at you, “Mind your own business you foul mouthed little tramp, I’ve known blondie here since he was a little boy, we’re just catching up”. Flashing what was supposed to be a seductive wink over her shoulder, Katsuki let’s out a growl of disgust as he shoves her aside to pull you into his arms.

“Get lost, before I tell Mitsuki that you were groping and propositioning her son in an empty hall way like some disgusting back alley predator” you spit vehemently, narrowed eyes locked on the mystery woman as her’s widen upon mention of the Bakugou matriarch. You aren’t able to see the smirk Katsuki wears behind you but you can pick up on his growing arousal as he squeezes your hips, “You heard her, take a Fuckin hike you nasty broad”. The furious female scoffs at the two of you, her gaze briefly falling to the hands on your hips. Teetering on her chunky heels when you stomp your foot, faking a lunge forward. She nearly falls on her face as she stumbles around the corner, muttering curses under her breath.

“I could of dealt with her myself Y’know…” The words have you rolling your eyes, the spike in adrenaline you’d felt was quick to cycle through and send you crashing back into elevated anxiousness. “Gotta say, it’s a hell of a lot sexier how you did it though” you allow Katsuki to turn you around to look at him but his smug smile immediately falters “Hey, what’s wrong?”. Seeing your hands trembling as they clutch at his dress shirt, he’s quick to usher you into the bathroom and lock the door. It’s fancy, with marble floors and a granite countertop, a plush chair is stationed near the door and as he sits down you’re pulled along onto his lap.

“Shhh it’s okay, I’ve got you now princess”

A pathetic whimper escapes you as your head rests on his shoulder, one hand coming to rest atop his chest. Katsuki was here now, you can relax, you aren’t in charge of yourself anymore. The mindless feeling of being controlled had become comfortable now, it just eased the stress that comes along with living in your head. The sugary musk of his scent had become like aroma therapy as you feel the anxiety begin ebbing away. The steady beat of his heart beneath your palm and softly reaching your ear gave you something to focus on. Your breathing soon evens out and you realize how easy it would be to fall asleep like this.

“Who was she?”

Curiosity got the better of you and soon your shifting around in his lap to get a better look at his face. “Nothing you ever need to worry about, I assure you of that” The reassurance was kind, but it wasn’t what you wanted to hear right now, and it was evident by the sudden frown on your face. “Just some model that was at a lot of the shows my parents dragged me to as a kid….she was 18 back then and I was only six” Katsuki pauses, but only for a moment as apparent disgust and disdain for that woman began to sink in, “She’d try to get me to sit in her lap and always make comments about how I was so handsome for such a little kid, it pissed me off to no Fuckin’ end”.

“It’s been years since I’d last seen her, I’d never have noticed her if she hadn’t of clung to my arm squealing like she did, I kept trying to shake her and get back over to you and I’d thought I did when I came to take a piss, but lucky for me you showed up before I had to experience anything too heinous” The two of you share a chaste kiss at the end of his explanation. Your eye lids growing heavy as you go in for another, repeating the action for a few more minutes. Reluctantly the two of you know you need to leave your little safe haven and rejoin the gathering, you are more worried about possibly upsetting his mother than he is.

When you spot the two adults still caught up in conversation, Katsuki squeezes your hand muttering a soft “Fuck this”. You allow him to lead you out of the venue, noticing him typing something on his phone quickly, before returning it to his pocket. The two of you venture off into the night, your hand clasped in his much bigger one. Eventually you find yourselves near a large waterway and mutually decided this was a nice place to sit. The silence is comfortable and your normally agitated lover seems to be at ease.

Who knows when you might get another opportunity like this?

“Would you be disappointed in me if…if I said I don’t think I want to become a hero after graduation?”

You don’t look at him when you ask this, the fear of seeing disappointment reflected in his crimson eyes is too great, “At least not right away I don’t…Now that Ive had the opportunity to explore what I’m truly passionate about, and I realized that I’m no longer limited to pursuing what my parents forced me into”.

The weight he’s been carrying with him since you battled that villain evaporated instantly, Katsuki was elated. He wasn’t going to have to come up with a plan that involved forcing you to quit hero work, you were willingly doing it yourself! “I could never be disappointed in you over pursuing your ambitions princess, you have to promise me two things though…” he pauses and finally you’re looking at him again, eyes expectant, lips parted slightly, urging him to continue. “You do your best at whatever you choose to do and be willing to admit if things get to be too much for you to handle, I won’t have you overworking yourself, got it?” He was being stern but you could see it was just out of love, so you agreed and gave him your word.

It truly was a beautiful night; The city lights were dimmed, bathing the streets in a romantic orange glow, it was all so perfect. Staring out at the calm waves and letting the breeze caress your face, you became lost in the sea of your own thoughts. You hadn’t noticed the way that your lover stares you down; Memorizing every inch of your beautiful face and cementing this moment into his memory for the rest of his days. Katsuki’s positive he’s worked up enough courage now, one hand gripped the box carefully hidden in his pocket. It’s now or never.

“Y/n” You instantly look his way, suprised by how close he is to you. The look in his eyes has you wanting to shy away, all you can see in his expanded pupils is a reflection of your face. Why did it feel like this one moment in time would forever change your fate? It’s as if time stops, the world has ceased its rotation and all the living beings around you are holding their breath as they wait for…what exactly? This is exciting, how thrilling it is to be forced to face the great unknown!

“I’m shit with words, you know that already so…just let me try and get out what I need to say…I love you, from the moment you came into my life you slowly became the center of my entire world…You mean everything to me, I want to treasure you like a most Prized Posession I hold onto and cherish for the rest of my life…So…will you marry me?”

My entire world… For the rest of my life…

“I want someone to come sweep me off my feet and spoil me so much I wouldn’t ever have to even lift a pinkie again!”

“I’d rather meet someone and we both instantly fall head over heels for each other! They would shower me with all the love and devotion in the world!”

The other young girls in your class are so quick to agree with the two air heads voicing their childish fantasies. You sat at your pint size desk contemplating; Would I want someone to take care of me? If true love is involved, than it technically couldn’t be considered giving someone “Ownership” over my mind, body, and soul right?

Thoughts far to complex to be on the mind of a child…

Even though it had only been mere seconds that it took you to answer him; Katsuki was sweating profusely, terror had gripped his very soul, and doubts forced any sort of confidence from the forefront of his mind.

She’s going to say no… She’ll reject me and then probably want to break up afterwards… I fucked everything up, I-

“Katsuki…you.. I…YES! A thousand times yes!” At a loss for words you begin to blink back tears. The man at your feet wasted no time in placing the ring on your finger, refusing to let go of your hand as he stood back up. “Geez shitty woman take some more fucking years off my life why don’t you?!” The aggressive blonde snaps as he pulls you against his chest. You smile as you look up at him, and he couldn’t possibly scowl, not with you grinning so wide flashing your pearly whites at him, “C’mere and Gimme a kiss pretty girl”.

As your lips meet both of your mouths open, intent on deepening the meaningful lip lock but then- “Oh you two are just too damn adorable!” “Honey, let’s not intrude upon their special moment-“ You felt Katsuki stiffen in your arms, while your body went rigid against his muscular frame. Having heard them before actually seeing them, it was no surprise that your now soon to be in-laws come out from behind one of the large pillars holding up the over head walk way.. “How the hell did you even know where to find us? Dammit!” Your irate lover shouts, gripping you a bit too tightly before letting go. “You left your location on, anyway we recorded the entire thing so we’ll be able to share it with everyone back home! Your grandmother’s are going to cry!Both of them never thought you would settle down with someone”Mitsuki replies dismissively as she approaches both of you, immediately pulling you both into an awkward hug.

“Oh no, I hope I don’t look stupid just standing there gawking like I did for a bit…” you laugh nervously, rubbing one of your sleeves once the teary eyed woman releases you two. “No not at all, you both looked great…I’m so happy for you two” Masaru says coming to stand beside his wife, pulling out a handkerchief and dabbing his streaming eyes beneath his glasses. “Okay we’ll get out of your hair now, go enjoy the rest of your night kids” Mitsuki smiles at you and Katsuki once more before dragging her sobbing husband back the way they came.

“That reminds me, turn around baby, got one more present for ya” You do so immediately, feeling something rest on your neck, the Weight of what undoubtedly was some kind of charm, rests right above the valley between your breasts. Figuring out what the gift is has you instinctively lifting your hair up and out of the way. “There we go” now that the chain is fastened, the blonde comes to stand infront of you again “Looks Fuckin perfect, knew it would…but still”. Using the front facing camera on your phone you were able to see the jewelry adorning your neck; Instead of one large charm there was two, a golden gernade, and a heart shaped lock with KB elegantly etched into it. The chain was small and thin but it had to be gold, rubies made up the inside of the heart and it had to be emeralds that sparkle around the gernade. “Katsuki…this had to of cost a fortune…I can’t-“ “Well turns out that accidentally stopping a jewelry store robbery has it perks, you’re mine and now everyone’s gonna know it”

As if they didn’t already.

While you two continued your stroll around the city, you realized that the weight around your neck, and especially weighing down your ring finger, were something you’d have to get used to…A constant reminder.

A most prized possession.

When you found yourself outside the door of your hotel room, you couldn’t decipher these jittery feelings in your gut. It was easier to express yourself to Katsuki when he was all you could see; While he was looking down at you, demanding all your attention, all of your affection, and never ending devotion. You followed his commands and occasionally interjected your own, he was always open to your requests. When you could see your own reflection staring back at you in his enlarged pupils, you knew that you were all he could see too. “I dont fuckin’ get it…” Confusion is evident on your face as you stare up at the man knelt between your legs. Clothes had been shed and lay on the floor in a trail towards the big bed in the room, “How one girl came into my life and fucked up all my plans, I’d had for years…I never thought I’d fall victim to any of that mushy love stuff and just Fuckin look at me…Actually, look at you…Yeah, I didn’t stand an ice cube’s chance in hell”. His hands outline your curves, stopping to squeeze at your hips, “So beautiful, you’re perfect…” he breathes, slowly leaning his face down towards your’s. Just as you think he’s about to devour you whole, lips so close they touch when he lets slip a whispered confession, “M’fuckin obsessed with you baby, tried resisting it at first, but I couldn’t get over you even if I tried”.

“I guess it’s a good thing I agreed to marrying you then isn’t it?” You tease, returning the sneer he gave you with a bop to his nose, “I love you Katsuki”. “You too princess” he replies as the tip of his cock breeches your clenching hole “- and this tight Fuckin pussy, tell me who it belongs to again, I must have forgot”. With a heavy sigh you play along “It’s your’s Suki, only yours”. “Damn right it is”

The rest of your time on vacation passed much too fast for your liking. By the time you boarded the flight home your suitcase was much heavier with all the new clothes and other things you’d gotten. Once in the air you couldn’t help but stare at the ring on your finger. It gave you butterflies to think about what your classmates and friends would say. As if reading your mind, Katsuki leans over to whisper “All those harpies back home are going to be jealous of you princess, I’m going to get a good laugh at the looks on each of their faces”. You laugh quietly, turning to kiss him, “That makes two of us”. Lifting the arm rest up and out of the way you Cuddle into your fiancé’s side, snuggling against him until you’re both comfortable enough to get some shut eye on the long ride home.

[dreamingticklee]

Tickle Ache

A/N: fic number 4! just a lotta fluff over here lol

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death

Pairing: Lee!Ed, Ler!Stede

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: Ed is in a mood. Stede has just the fix!

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Stede could sense that Ed was in a grumpy mood. He was walking around with a frustrated gait, sighing in irritation, and overall appeared to be bothered by something. So, to Stede's suggestion, the two were currently relaxing in the captain's quarters with Stede reading a book on his bed and Ed laying on the couch. Maybe a little break away from the crew was all Ed needed.

As Stede's eyes scanned the words on the page, he kept looking over and noticing Ed constantly shifting around, as if he couldn't get comfortable. Whatever was bothering him had followed him here, too. 'Did I do something to upset him?' Stede couldn't help but now feel whatever this was about was his fault. Deciding it was time to get to the bottom of it, Stede set his book down.

"Ed, dear, what's wrong?"

Stede's soft voice rippled like a caress through the tension in the air. Ed turned his head to look over at Stede from the couch and saw his kind eyes matching the sweet tone of his voice. But, in Ed's nature, he defaulted to trying to play it off.

"Hmm? Oh, uh, nothing. I'm fine."

Stede tilted his head. "I know that's not true."

"What do you mean?"

"Well," Stede slowly stood from the bed and started to walk over to the couch, "You've been grumbling all day and can't seem to relax. Like you're angry about something." Stede sat his way down on the edge of the couch by Ed's legs, putting a gentle hand on the knee next to him. "I just want to help fix it. If I did something to upset you, you can tell me-"

Ed cut him off. "No, no, Stede. You didn't do anything."

A look of relief crossed Stede's face. Honestly, the last thing he'd want is for Ed to be mad at him. But if it wasn't something he did...

"Then what is it, love?"

"It's just...ughhh..."

"Ed, it's okay." Stede gave his knee a little rub of encouragement.

Ed let out a sigh and crossed his arms over his chest. He was supposed to be a pirate, and pirates don't complain about this type of stuff. They don't let it affect them. Pirates don't whine.

Ed pouted. "...my tummy hurts."

Stede paused for a moment, but then couldn't help but let out a huff of a laugh. "Ooh, is that all then?"

"Steeeede, it really does hurt." Ed rolled over to face toward the back of the couch.

"Ed, no, I'm not trying to make fun. I just...thought it was something a little more serious, I guess. But, tummy aches? I'm good at handling those." Stede stood from his spot at Ed's legs and moved towards the end of the couch where Ed's head was currently residing. "Here, sit up for a moment."

Ed slowly sat up as Stede sat himself in the vacated space. Once Stede got himself adjusted, he placed a hand on Ed's shoulder.

"Okay, lie back down." Guiding Ed, Stede helped him settle back in his lap. "Comfy?"

"Yeah..."

"Good." Stede smiled. He then placed a hand on Ed's belly and tenderly began to rub in a soothing back and forth motion.

It was like Stede's touch was medicine, easing the tension in his body and blocking out the pain. Ed let out a happy sigh and closed his eyes.

"Mmm...that feels nice."

Stede smiled and continued on with his rubbing for a few minutes, the two of them contently enjoying the calming silence and each other's presence. However, it came to a point where Stede decided he wanted to change it up a bit. His hand now started to rub in a circular motion, but with each time around he began slowly lifting his palm until all that was left of his hand was just light tracing finger tips.

Ed's breath hitched as his stomach muscles twitched, barely holding in a laugh.

Stede felt his mouth form into a soft smirk. "How does this feel?"

Not being able to answer without letting a giggle slip it's way out, Ed bit his lip.

"Mmmhmhhmhmhm."

"Good, yes?"

"Mmmhmhmhmm!"

"Sorry, what was that?"

Stede broke his pattern to flutter at the strip of exposed skin where Ed's shirt had ridden up, causing Ed to gasp.

"Steeeheeheheeed!" Ed's little giggles were now starting to stream from his chest.

Stede couldn't help but laugh himself. Ed just looked so cute, his fresh giggles sounding bright and childlike. And it felt good to now be seeing a smile on his face.

"Do you like this, Ed?" 

"Mmmhmhhmhheehehheeee!"

"You do?"

"Neeeheheehe n-nohohooo teheheasihihing!"

Stede playfully gasped. "No, teasing?! But it's just so fuuun!" Pausing his tickling, Stede pinched the hem of Ed's shirt with two fingers and leisurely pulled it up to his chest, revealing his whole belly.

"Steeeeeede!" Ed put his hands up to cover his face, trying to hide his blush.

"Yeees?"

"Nooohohohoo..."

"Do you want me to stop?" Stede's voice was smug.

Ed didn't answer, his anticipatory giggles enough of an indication that he was enjoying this. He just couldn't say it.

"Oh, so you want me to keep going then?"

"Mmhmhmhehehee!" Ed couldn't take Stede's teasing, his face feeling hot and red beneath his hands. 

"Then who am I to deny such an adorable request?"

Stede's fingers began lightly skittering all over Ed's belly. Not enough to make him flail or cackle with laughter, but enough to cause Ed's belly to quiver under his touch and produce a happy, airy stream of giggles. Stede just wanted to make him feel good.

Ticklish tingles danced across Ed's skin, making him lightly squirm in Stede's lap. He couldn't deny that he loved this. It felt especially nice after having only felt pain all day and, to put it simply, Stede's touch made him feel loved. He felt cared for. And until he met Stede, those were feelings he never really experienced much of. Yeah, Ed was going to let himself enjoy this. Pirate be damned.

Stede's fingers traveled down and found themselves fluttering back and forth along Ed's pantline which amplified Ed's giggles.

“Steeeeheheeede!”

"C'mon now, Ed, put your hands down and let me see your face!"

"Neeeeheheheheee!"

Stede chuckled. "You can do it!"

Playing along with Stede's game, Ed started to slowly slide his hands down, at first stopping just below his eyes and looking up at Stede.

"Ah, well look at that, you're already halfway there! Just a liiiiittle further!" Stede's fingers now moved up to lightly scribble over Ed's bellybutton.

"Eeeeeeeeehahahahahaaa!" Ed let his hands drop, his bright and joyful smile shining like it was their lighthouse.

Stede's heart swelled as his own smile matched Ed's. "There he is!" Looking at his glowing face, Ed looked just positively adorable, and Stede felt like he was about to burst with how much love he felt for him. His Edward.

After a couple more minutes of skittering around Ed's belly, Stede decided it was time to slow it down and returned back to a calming rub along with some tracing here and there. Still giggling a bit, Ed let out a content sigh.

Stede leaned down and kissed his forehead. "How are you feeling? Better?"

"Yeah," Ed smiled, "much."

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The following day Stede was by himself in his room, reading his book from where he left off yesterday, when a voice broke his concentration.

"...Stede?"

Stede looked up to see Ed standing near the doorway, shuffling from foot to foot in his stance.

"Yes, Ed?"

Ed was hesitant, but he continued anyway. "Um...so uh...m-my stomach. It, uh...it hurts again..." Ed stammered his way through, shifting his eyes around, avoiding direct eye contact with Stede.

Stede nearly melted. He knew Ed was feeling fine for Ed had just been up on the deck hooting and hollering while practicing his knife throwing with Jim. 

His tummy didn't hurt, he just wanted more tickles. He had a tickle ache. 

Stede gave him a fond smile.

"Dear, all you have to do is ask."

[cielcius]

THE DEFINITION OF ROMANTIC | BAKUGOU KATSUKI

pairings: Bakugou x g/n!reader

from the writer: dedicated to my dad who had this exact thought and decided that i was worthy enough to bestow this information to and merry christmas loves <3

genre: crack

notes & warnings: established relationship, crappy food, anniversary date

“Wow, the food was actually... really crappy. Did we seriously just pay over a hundred for that?” Anybody would have thought that it was Katsuki complaining about the price and not you, but here you were.

Not even a block away from the restaurant where said crappy food had been served, you and Katsuki walk quietly along the sidewalk, enjoying the views and the silent presence of each other. That was until the silence had been broken.

Katsuki lets out a chuckle because if he were being honest, yeah, the food tasted worse than horse shit (don’t ask how he knows, he just does), but if that meant he got to spend even a little time with you, then he’d eat a whole bowl of horse shit (though he’d prefer not to if possible).

Having saved up his vacation days, Katsuki had finally gotten a break from being the explosive pro-hero the public knew him to be, because as nice as it was to finally have achieved his dream career, unexpected things came along the way towards that dream, and some of them were here to stay. He really hopes you’ll stay too.

Though in the end, he has no doubt that you’ll stay. With it being your one year anniversary—hence why it was mandatory for him to take the day off and be able to wake up with you in his arms for the first time in a while—he’s somehow managed to keep that smile on your face that he can’t seem to get enough of. He’ll never get enough of you if he’s being honest.

So he doesn’t mind that your special date had been ruined with food that he could have replicated in your own kitchen at home, he just hopes that you’ll like the—

“Don’t you think horse carriage rides are funny? The horse just shits in front of you, and that’s supposed to be romantic.”

Pushing out a snort, your laugh seems endless as you reminisce over the cliche idea of a romantic date. Besides you, Katsuki is thankful that you’re too busy laughing as he takes a phone call.

“Hey, Bakugou! The horse carriage ride is all good to go, so whenever you guys are ready—” Before Kaminari can fit anything else in, Bakugou seethes through the speaker of his phone as discreetly as he can while you’re still trying to get out of your laughing fit. “Cancel it.”

“What?”

“I said fucking cancel it! Just do it!”

“Katsuki?” At the sound of your voice, Katsuki turns to you with a suspiciously wide grin adorning his lips. “Yes, honey?” He never calls you honey, and at the rare pet name, you narrow your eyes. “Is everything okay?”

Katsuki nods, like a liar, making sure to not do it too quickly to not raise any further suspicion. “Yeah, something at the agency. Don’t worry about it.” With that, he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead before taking your hand in his, ready to drag you back into the comfort of your home.

He hopes none of his friends tell you about the horse carriage.

Extra:

“I guess the carriage ride is off, guys.” At Kaminari’s announcement, the entirety of Class 1-A start to slowly disperse in groups as they make their way home, waving reluctant goodbyes to each other with promises of seeing each other another time. Looking up at the horse, Koda is unable to restrain the pout that falls on his lips.

“Darn, I even got the horse to poop and everything.”

[sunfish-studies]

Moonrise

✄・・・ Feathery Ink [Karasuno Manager Series]

➜ Pairing: Karasuno x Manager! Reader

➜ Warning: none

➜ Notes: This is a separate series from Crisp Leaves. Similar to Crisp Leaves, manager in this story will be portrayed as a girl. She will be tall. This is just my appreciation towards tall girls, you guys are amazing.

Previous:  ‹ Greed › | Next:  ‹ Illusionary Hero ›

↷ SUMMARY ↶

It’s finally summer vacation training camp!

After the fight, Hinata and Kageyama weren’t really talking to each other–Coach Ukai even separated them during practice, Hinata in team B while Kageyama in the other. When practice was over, Kageyama was working on his tosses with Yachi’s help while Hinata drive elsewhere with his bike to practice on his own.

“Ah, he’s with my grandpa.” You asked where on earth did Hinata go, and that’s your answer from Coach Ukai. Apparently, Hinata was training with the previous Coach Ukai at their home. That left you with managerial duties and some extras like buying supplies for the training camp.

The injury you received of course was noticeable by the team–it almost send both Tanaka and Nishinoya into rampage, but you quickly said it’s not a problem and it would heal in no time. While you could make up some excuse for Daichi, Sugawara, and Ennoshita, you couldn’t with Shimizu. With a stern look from, you finally spilled the beans and she promised not to tell anyone.

While Kageyama wasn’t talking to Hinata, he’s definitely talking to you more now–along with walking you home if you chose to stay at practice longer. With that, you learn more about him and how he’s undoubtedly a volley ball dork through and through.

The time you had to depart from school to Tokyo for the training camp at night, he offered to picked up from your house so you could walk together to school.

“C-can I sit next to you…?” the raven-haired boy asked. Of course, you agreed wholeheartedly since Yachi will be sitting next to Shimizu and sitting alone didn’t seem to be fun. At first, you talked about some mundane things and watched a few videos saved in your phone before falling asleep leaning to each other.

“KAGEYAMA!!”

“HOW DARE YOU STEAL A HEADSTART!”

And it incurred the wrath of both Tanaka and Nishinoya when they realized. Thankfully, Ennoshita was quick to shut them up by slapping them on the head and Daichi glared at them menacingly for causing a ruckus.

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“Well, the grand guest finally arrived,” when you carried the big bag filled with your essentials outside the bus, it was immediately gone from your hands. Kuroo plucked it from your grip so he could carry it instead, sending you a small smile.

“Kuroo-san, it’s been a while.” Greeting the older boy, you stepped to the ground.

“It’s nice knowing you stick to your promise,”

“Well, it’s impossible for me to not join the training camp. And,” you looked up to the building upon the stairs. When it was in Nekoma High School before, this time training camp was held at different area–however, you didn’t complain because even during summer, the place was cool with many trees surrounding and breeze swept by. “Why are we in a different place? I thought it’s being held only in one place.”

Kuroo hummed. “It’s a tradition for training camp during summer vacation happened in Shinzen. This place is cool, so it’s great. Why? You wanted to be cooked under the sun instead?”

“I’d rather not.”

“Hinata! Did you grow any taller!? Oh! Otohaku-chan!! You’re looking pretty as always!!”

“Lev, shut up.” Kenma scolded.

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“[NAME]-CHAN!! Make sure to cheer for me, alright!!”

“She won’t, Bokuto-san. And please don’t call her by her first name when she didn’t mention you could.”

Thank goodness, Akaashi had a say because you didn’t know how to reply that without wanting to upset Bokuto in the process. The first match was Karasuno against Fukurodani and it didn’t go well–your team splendidly didn’t sync because everyone went to try the new moves their practicing, resulting they had to take a new kind of penalty.

Along with Yachi, you watch as everyone sprinting uphill. And it didn’t happen only one time, every time they lost a match, they had to do one before walking down and downing their drinks. It went until the last practice–which they splendidly managed to lost.

“Hitoka-chan, could you look over Kageyama-kun and Hinata-kun in my place,” you whispered to your best friend, referring to the duo who’s clearly itching for practice but couldn’t exactly say it clearly as they still in bad terms with each other.

“Yeah! I was thinking about that too!” the two of you nodded in determination.

“Uhm, [Name]-san,” Yamaguchi called out to you, rubbing his nape sheepishly. “I want to practice serve, could you watch over?”

Smiling you nodded, “Sure Yamaguchi-kun! Let me get my notes first, okay?”

The taller boy blinked in confusion. “Eh? Notes? What for?”

“To look over your progress overall,” you kneeled down to put on your outdoor shoes. “I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

“O-oh, okay.” Yamaguchi could only reply that as he didn’t know how exactly–he knew he shouldn’t be flustered or feeling special, but he couldn’t help to feel warmth bloom in his chest. He knew you were an attentive person, and it’s nice to know that applied to everyone on the team even though you’re mostly stick with Kageyama, Hinata, or Yachi.

Jogging towards the sleeping quarters, you could’ve arrived faster to pick up your notebook if Bokuto’s call didn’t halt you from doing so.

“OOH!! [NAME]-CHAN!!” he called out from the third gym. You noticed that he wasn’t alone, Kuroo and Akaashi’s also there and surprisingly Tsukishima. From that, you concluded that Kuroo must have something to do with it–probably taunting the blonde into joining. “Could you throw us some balls!?”

“Eh?” you blinked. “But, I have to get some notes for practice-“

“Just a few, come on!” Bokuto didn’t even give you a chance to explain–instead, he dragged you by the wrist.

So here you were, arranging an apology speech for Yamaguchi while throwing some balls for Akaashi to set. That and giving Lev some glances to check if he’s still alive or not on the floor. The setter already apologized to you in Bokuto’s place, but you immediately dismissed it since you didn’t mind either.

“Geh!? Otohaku-chan!?” Lev must be exhausted seeing as he barely noticed you’re in the same area.

It amazed you on how Bokuto still managed to kill the spikes viciously after series of practice match all day–his stamina is top-notch, nothing less from one of the best players in the country. Watching Bokuto’s spikes meaning also watching Tsukishima tried to block them.

Not once did he managed to successfully shut one out, but with Kuroo’s finally joining the cross was killed almost in an instant. While Bokuto is a formidable opponent in attacking, then Kuroo would be terrifying in defense. No wonder Coach Ukai was making him a great example for a solid blocker.

Tsukishima is indeed smart and calm as he read the opponent’s movement, but,

“Your blocks are pretty weak.” You flinched as Bokuto blurted out what you had in mind regarding Tsukishima’s block–and it sure pissed the taller blonde off. “Your arms are so frail that I’m scared I’m gonna break them. You need to stop the ball like you mean it!”

“I’m still a growing boy!” Tsukishima replied, clearly trying to hide his annoyance. “I’ve just started gaining muscles and getting taller!”

“Talk like that, and the little shrimp is gonna hog all the glory.” Kuroo remarked. “You guys play the same position, right?”

Ouch, you couldn’t help but thought. That hits the sore spot.

“I don’t think it can be helped,” Tsukishima said with a smile after a few seconds of silence. “The difference in natural talent between me and Hinata is too great.”

Before Kuroo could argue, the players of Nekoma began piling into the gym and Tsukishima finally managed to excuse himself successfully this time.

“Looks like you stepped on a mine, Kuroo-san,” Akaashi commented.

“You pissed him off,” Bokuto dragged. “At long last, Kuroo-kun, the master of provocation, has failed.”

“Well, I wouldn’t have thought that.” The black-haired captain sighed.

“Thought what?” Bokuto questioned.

“Karasuno’s shrimp is definitely strange and a threat, but in terms of technique and experience he’s like a baby bird. Plus, he’s really short. I never would’ve thought guy with glasses, who’s far taller and much smarter, wouldn’t only think they’re not equal but actually think the shrimp is above his level.”

Sighing for the second time, he rubbed the back of his head before giving you an apologetic look. “Sorry, I pissed off your middle blocker.”

“I don’t think you pissed him off,” you couldn’t exactly say that it’s fine because it’s not your place to do so. “But you did hit a sore spot, Kuroo-san.”

“Otohaku-san, shouldn’t you get going? We’ve hold you long enough from you whatever you want to do.” Akaashi reminded.

“That’s right, then I’ll excuse myself.” You bowed down and walked towards the exit–you immediately retrieve your note before finally helping Yamaguchi with his serves after being held for some time.

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The next day, you’re helping Eri, Kaori, and Yukie cutting watermelons given by the parents from Shinzen High School. Surely, on this hot summer, sweet and cool watermelons would make anyone’s mouth began watering. It was also a great short break for the boys as they enjoy the watermelon while sitting on the grassy hill beside the gym.

“Do you want extras, senpai?” and just like other managers, you distributed the watermelons while asking if the boys wanted seconds or not. This time, you’re offering a few that’s still on your tray to Tanaka, Daichi, and Asahi.

“Ooh, don’t mind if I do, [Name]-chan!” Tanaka reached out for another slice.

“Me too,” after him, Daichi also took a slice from your tray.

“I’m okay with mine for now,” Asahi politely rejected your offer. “How about you eat some too? It’s quite a hot day.”

“I’ll go it after everyone’s seconds are done,” you remarked, intending to circle around the separate crowds for the nth time but Tanaka quickly interrupted.

“Everybody has their share already! I’m sure they don’t mind.” Your upperclassman commented. “Besides, our beautiful manager deserves to have rest!”

“Somehow, it doesn’t correlate…” Asahi muttered, smiling nervously.

At the end, you ended up sitting down beside Asahi and munching on a slice of watermelon. Your upperclassman was right for one thing–enjoying the fruit in a hot summer day was a great way to cool down, you instantly felt refreshed.

“Sorry, by the way.” The four of you looked up to the call, seeing Kuroo approaching and out of blue apologizing. Surely, your upperclassmen were confused with this except you.

“About what?” Daichi questioned.

“I think I might have pissed off your glasses guy yesterday.”

“What?”

To make it clearer, the cat captain sat down with his back towards you and began explaining the situation occurred the other day–you admired how both parties didn’t once interrupt nor getting things heated up, they knew this wasn’t something big and could be resolved by just a simple apology.

“Wow… Tsukishima actually helped out with free practice even if you cornered him into it,” Daichi hummed in understanding.

“Your manager too, but that’s Bokuto’s idea,” you didn’t know why on earth Kuroo decided to brough it up but seeing your upperclassmen were nonchalant about it (except maybe Tanaka, though he was quickly being shut up by Daichi) it’s also not a big deal.

“So, what did you say?”

“I provoked him and said he was going to lose to your shrimp over there.”

“I’ve definitely noticed that Tsukishima seems to feel inferior to Hinata somehow.” Asahi remarked, probably remembering a few words Tsukishima said to him.

“I’m not sure if this is relevant, but my sister mentioned someone tall named Tsukishima also joined the volleyball team during the Little Giant times.” Tanaka mentioned, surely this is new to all of you because Tsukishima wasn’t the type of person who talks about himself much.

Daichi’s head perked up. “Tsukishima has an older brother?”

“Oh, I’m not sure.” Tanaka quickly replied. “They could’ve just had the same last name and not be related. Do you know anything about this, [Name]-chan?”

“I don’t, but if I know, I think it’s not my place to tell since Tsukishima-kun would undoubtedly be annoyed because of it,” you answered, which made Tanaka hummed in agreement.

“Hey, we’re about to start!” Sugawara called out.

You didn’t know about Tsukishima having a sibling or not, however,

“This is just a club. Why do you put so much into it? It’s because you put so much into it that you suffer later.”

You couldn’t help but think it’s somehow related to what he muttered the night before.

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Yet again when the sky softly bathed in orange glow, Karasuno had to pay their losing with penalty–you along with Yachi and Shimizu also Takeda-sensei and Coach Ukai watched as the boys bolted uphill accompanied by yelling (well, this was mostly Hinata, Kageyama, Tanaka, and Nishinoya).

“Here,” you offered a water bottle for Kageyama. He couldn’t even reply a ‘thank you’ from how harshly he was panting and you could only sympathize with him–more than five matches in a day plus penalties were rough.

“Thanks,” the raven-haired boy finally rasped after downing probably a half of the water from the bottle. You also handed him a towel so he could wipe away the sweat dripping down from his temple.

“So, how’s training going?” you finally asked, which triggered a sighed from him.

“No progress.” The frustration was getting to him definitely–while you were only watching for some time since Yachi’s already there to help him, you understood that Kageyama failed more than he succeeded. He knew he was getting nowhere and time was short, if he’s not geared up it will be a problem.

“I can’t give you any helpful advice but I think you should practice under Coach Ukai’s watch,” you mentioned, and Kageyama listened carefully. “He probably has ways that could help you. You couldn’t do this on your own Kageyama-kun, you need guidance.”

Nodding firmly, he replied. “Yeah.”

“I can’t wait to see your toss,” you then added, giving him a smile. “It’s going to be amazing for sure. You did pinpoint toss to Hinata all this time.”

The boy fell silent for a while, and you almost regretted saying those words–did you somehow step on a landmine? Did you piss him off? Did you touch the nerve-

“I promise to get done and you’ll see it.” The negative thoughts were gone from your mind as you stare at those blue eyes filled with determination. You found yourself smiling at his promise.

“I will be waiting then.”

.

.

“Sensei, what do you think of Tsukishima?” Coach Ukai asked your advisor while the five of you were watching the match between Karasuno and Ubugawa.

“I think he’s taking this seriously,” Takeda-sensei answered, although rather confused from the question.

“How about you, Otohaku?” and you didn’t expect to be involve in the conversation also.

“Uhm… he’s doing his work, but lack of effort? I think he’s not giving his all.” you replied but somehow became an unsure question in the end.

“You’re right,” Coach Ukai remarked. “I feel like Tsukishima gets a passing grade but never tries for 100%. I’m not asking for him to become more passionate, but if he’s not going to give his all, I’m gonna have to change regulars. I need players who can win a match on the court. He’s the tallest and essential to the team. If Tsukishima could become a strong blocker, our defense level would go up a lot.”

“I see,” Takeda-sensei nodded in understanding.

Not long into the game after Tsukishima served, there’s a collision between Daichi and Nishinoya for the ball–at first, it was nerve-wracking because if one of them was hurt it could be bad. However, seeing that the two dismissed it as if it was nothing was relieving.

“Everyone’s so motivated.” Yachi commented.

“Everyone’s more motivated now than I’ve ever seen them before,” Shimizu frowned in worry. “But sometimes it’s almost scary. Collisions like the other day can definitely lead to major injuries.”

Another spike went through but received perfectly by Kageyama, the ball bounced to the air and Tanaka was the second one to get it, passing it immediately to Asahi.

“It’s a little short,” you muttered, noticing the ball was hovering near the net–exactly to where Hinata was. From how he’s staring at it, he’s most likely to steal it–but then he tensed up, snapped his head to the side to give Asahi a stare and stayed in his place in the end.

“Let him know the ball is yours.”

You stared as Asahi successfully killed the ball even with three blockers–grinning from how he stole a score and holding them team together so it wouldn’t become lawless. The attempt was enough for you to let your shoulders relaxed.

“Maybe I didn’t need to worry after all.” Shimizu sighed in relief.

Asahi turned to face you, giving you a smile and an outstretched fist–you immediately returned it with the exact same gesture.

[morganaspendragonss]

lost at sea, swimming back to shore

written with my beloved @tarlos-spain warning for brief graphic descriptions of a body (imagined), presumed (incorrectly) character death and suicidal thoughts ao3 | 2.6k

Carlos doesn’t know what to do when the ship finally docks in Ensenada. It’s almost evening, hours after they were supposed to have arrived due to them searching for TK, but Carlos hasn’t really been aware of time for a while. The same can’t be said for the other passengers, who, though mostly sympathetic, clearly aren’t thrilled at their vacation being interrupted. One woman even starts to chew him out over it, before she’s led away by her embarrassed and apologetic companion.

It’s fine, he tells the man as he pulls her towards the deck.

It’s the only thing that is fine.

He’s on the ship, then he’s in the back of a cruiser, then he’s sat in front of a police sergeant and the coastguard, and he doesn’t remember anything about the steps in between. He just… There’s so much that needs to be done, but none of it is real. Just a few days ago, he’d held TK on their wedding night, telling him how beautiful he was and admiring the way his ring looked on his finger.

Carlos looks now at his own ring, lightly brushing it with the tip of his finger. Even that slight contact makes him shudder, and Carlos has to look away and swallow as bile rises in his throat.

He’s had this ring for a week. It can’t be the end already.

“Señor Reyes?” the sergeant says. “Señor Reyes, did you hear that?” He speaks in Spanish, heavily-accented English abandoned once he found out Carlos could understand him.

Carlos blinks, his brain taking a second to process the question through the fog that’s lain over it since last night. “No, I’m sorry,” he replies eventually. “Would you mind repeating that?”

“Claro. We have put out an alert with your husband’s picture and information and we have the coastguard out searching the shore and surrounding waters. However, I’m sorry to say that there’s little else we can do. We will, of course, keep you in the loop with any new developments.”

Carlos simply nods; part of him wants to beg them to do anything, to do more, but the bigger part right now is consumed by the emptiness created by TK’s absence and by the possibility of that absence becoming permanent. He doesn’t want to think it, but he looks into the eyes of the men sitting in front of him, and, though their mouths don’t move, Carlos hears it clear as day.

We’re sorry for your loss.

We’re sorry for your loss.

We’re sorry—

*

His hands shake as he listens to the dial tone on the other end of the phone. His throat burns from spending hours crying, and there’s barely any strength left in his body for anything else. He’s not even sure that he has enough for when—

“Carlitos, what a surprise!” Andrea says. “I thought we wouldn’t hear from you until you came back. Not that I’m complaining, mind. How is the honeymoon? How’s married life?”

“Mom…”

“That tone… Have you and TK argued already? Well, it’s normal; now that the wedding nerves have gone, I’m sure you’re talking about important things and…”

“Mom, I think TK’s dead.”

Silence fell. Carlos hears his dad’s voice in the background and he can imagine the look on his mother’s face, how pale she must have gone and how wide her eyes wide be. His dad will be worried.

“Mijo, what did you say? I don’t think I understood you correctly.”

Carlos falls to the floor, breaking down in tears. He’s in the middle of the hotel, surrounded by people, but he doesn’t care; their gazes don’t matter, nor what they’re saying or that a couple of idiots are filming him.

“It was… There was a storm… TK wanted to stay above on the deck, he was… I don’t know, I didn’t ask him…I should have asked him, I should have stayed with him and then none of this would have happened.”

“Wait, Carlos, espera, I don’t understand,” Andrea says, with Gabriel behind her asking what was going on. “Carlos, what has happened to TK?”

“He fell overboard in the middle of the storm last night. We’ve docked now, I’m here in…fuck, I don’t remember where I am. They say that they’re searching for him, but—”

“What do you mean he fell overboard?” his mother shouts.

A second later, Carlos hears his father’s voice. “Carlos, son, I need to know where you are. If they’re searching for TK, they’ll find him, I’m sure, but tell us where you are. We’ll be there.”

“It doesn’t make sense, Dad. They say that finding someone who fell into the ocean alive is… It’s hopeless, and after forty-eight hours they’ll give him up for dead and I won’t have anything else to do here.”

“What do you mean? There are lots of things you can do, son. We’re officers of the law, we know about looking for a missing person—”

“Dad… TK isn’t lost in a city or in the desert and he hasn’t been kidnapped. He fell into the sea in the middle of nowhere during a storm at night. The chances he’s still alive are…”

“Is that what you’re telling yourself to make it less painful to think about the possibility he could be dead?”

Carlos doesn’t say anything, but his father is right; he can’t help but believe that there’s still hope. He’s sure TK will come back to him because he always has before. He always comes back, even when the odds are stacked against him. This isn’t going to be the exception.

“Tell us where you are, cariño,” Andrea says.

“I’ll send you the address.”

He says a quick goodbye to his parents and fires off the address, but without his mother’s calming voice there to soothe him, his fears waste no time in returning. He feels like he could drown in them, and maybe that would be better, because if TK can be gone so soon after they promised each other forever, then what is Carlos even supposed to do anymore?

He’s never felt so useless. He’s a cop; he should be able to help with the investigation, but it’s like he told his dad. This isn’t a missing persons case where they would search the victim’s house, question the friends and family, run licence plates and CCTV checks.

This is TK, somewhere in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, all alone and probably hurt. And that’s one of the best case scenarios.

Carlos doesn’t want to believe that TK’s dead. He doesn’t want to even think it, but logic dictates that his body is somewhere out there right now, never to be found. Or washed up somewhere, perhaps, cold and bloated, unseeing eyes staring at the sky. He wants to hope, at least, that it was peaceful, but he knows that’s probably a lie too. He’s heard the stories of people who get caught in storms like that, who breathe in a mouthful of water, and then another, and another, panicking as their lungs fill with water and they slowly, agonisingly drown. 

He imagines that happening to TK, the vision overpowering him until he, too, is choking, saltwater flooding onto his tongue, down his throat, and he can’t breathe, can’t breathe, can’t—

Carlos comes to in a darkened room. He’s flat on his back and his heart is beating like he’s just run a marathon, his breathing agitated as it tries to keep up. He doesn’t know how he got here or what happened. He remembers being on the phone with his mom, telling her about…about TK, but beyond that, it’s a blank. He struggles to sit up, but a gentle hand on his shoulder stops him.

“Tranquilo,” a woman’s voice says. Her face comes into view above him, smiling, but clearly worried. Then, in halting English, “You must rest. You…how do you say…freak out.”

She presses a little harder on his shoulder and Carlos acquiesces with a groan, closing his eyes and bringing a hand up to his forehead. Vague images flash behind his closed eyelids, going by too quickly for Carlos to latch onto, which something deep inside tells him is probably a good thing.

“Very well, sir,” the woman says. “Rest.”

Carlos cracks his eyes open and squints at her. She doesn’t look like a nurse, but she is in a uniform of some kind, and Carlos’s gaze quickly finds the logo of the hotel emblazoned on her chest. On the other side, a shiny silver badge gleams, and after a moment, he manages to make out the letters of her name: Jimena.

“Hablo español,” he says, and Jimena smiles again, looking relieved.

“You collapsed in the lobby,” she explains, having switched to Spanish. “You were crying and screaming; it scared the other guests, so we moved you here.”

“How long has it been?”

“About thirty minutes, sir.”

Carlos groans again and once more goes to sit up. Jimena lets him this time, though she keeps a cautious hand out in case he falls. 

“We’re very sorry, sir,” she says once he’s sitting more or less stable. Carlos frowns at her, and she bites her lip, expression turning unbearably sympathetic. “They told us what happened to your husband. We’re all very sorry.”

The mention of TK turns Carlos’s stomach, and he brings a hand up to his mouth and breathes deep, trying to keep the nausea at bay. He vaguely hears Jimena asking if he’s okay, but he doesn’t reply; an itchiness has filled his bones, begging him to do something that will help alleviate this pain.

And Carlos can’t find TK, so he does the next best thing.

He stumbles to his feet and brushes past Jimena, mumbling a “Gracias” as he goes, and heads to the nearest bar.

The rest of the day, which may have only been an hour, goes by in a second. The bar is half-empty, and fortunately they haven’t yet heard the news of the missing tourist and his poor, inconsolable husband. No-one knows him, no-one looks at him, and no-one tells him how sorry they are. He asks for a drink and is given one; he asks for a second and he gets it, then he asks for a third and he’s told to pay first. But he has plenty of money — it was supposed to be money for the cruise, for the room at a five-star hotel they were going to book on the final day, just one more night alone before going back to normal life.

He’s going to burn that money on alcohol until there’s nothing left inside him to make him cry. He wants to forget… No, he doesn’t want to forget TK, he knows that he will be there for every second of the rest of Carlos’s life, watching over him and asking him to stop hurting himself. It’s like he can hear him know, but Carlos needs him to be quiet; he’s not ready yet to listen to his dead husband’s voice.

If he listens to TK, he’ll also have to listen to his own voice telling him that he deserves to die because he lost everything and it’s all his fault. He can’t do that either, so he drowns out TK’s voice, drowns out his own voice, and he would give anything to be able to drown himself.

He laughs; the idea of drowning himself is almost funny, because at least then his end would be like his husband’s. Though, drowning in drink, unconscious or in an alcohol-induced coma sounds much easier than what he fears TK got.

So Carlos keeps drinking until his forehead hits the bar and the bartender tells him that he can’t give him anything else. “You’ve had enough, amigo.”

“I’m still alive…it’s not enough.”

“I’m not going to scoop you off the floor to get you out of here, so you can leave now and call someone to get you, or they’ll end up calling 911.”

Carlos laughs again; the bartender doesn’t know how badly those words hurt. What would a stranger know?

But then he realises that, though he called his own parents, he still hasn’t told Owen. “Fuck…” The very idea that Owen might see it on the news and find out about his son’s death like that destroys him inside.

Telling him now, in the middle of a bender, isn’t the best idea, but there’s no easy way to say this and Carlos knows he can’t do it sober.

The dial tone rings and he almost thinks he’s lucky enough that his father-in-law won’t answer and he won’t have to say it.

But then Owen picks up.

“Carlos, what’s up? I wasn’t expecting…”

“Yeah, yeah, my dad already said that you weren’t expecting us to call because we should be making out on a beach.” He barely notices how crude he’s being, unaware of anything but the guillotine ready to fall on Owen’s neck.

“Has something happened, son? You sound…”

“I sound exactly how I am, drunk off my face, about to fall over, and I might have pissed myself already…but I’m lucky enough to be alive and talking.”

“Carlos, what’s going on?”

He already knows; Carlos is sure Owen has figured out something has happened to his son. Or maybe he thinks that they’ve fought and TK ran out. But he certainly won’t be thinking that his son is dead.

“It’s my fault, Owen… I shouldn’t have left him alone on the deck. Fuck…it was a fucking huge boat…nothing had to happen…nothing happens to people on cruises. Why did something have to happen to him?

“Wait, wait, go back a second, I don’t understand and you’ve drunk too much.” It must be a surprise because Carlos doesn’t drink — at least, not to the point where he loses his senses. Owen already knows that something very, very serious has happened. “Start at the beginning.”

“The beginning doesn’t matter, Owen, it only matters that TK…that TK probably drowned in the ocean and now he’s dead.”

Silence falls on the other end and for a moment Carlos thinks his father-in-law has hung up on him. He imagines him dropping the phone, that Owen is having a heart attack and that, too, will be Carlos’s fault. But then he hears him breathe.

“Owen.”

“What… What happened?”

“Honestly…” Carlos sobs and almost falls to the ground. “I don’t know because I wasn’t with him. TK… God, Owen, I don’t know, they said he fell over the edge of the boat, and I promise that he wasn’t on board because I looked everywhere, he wasn’t there. We were in the middle of the ocean and TK wasn’t anywhere.”

“You’re not being serious,” Owen says, his voice flat, without anger or sadness or desperation. “Carlos, tell me you’re not being serious.”

“TK is dead, Owen. He fell overboard in the middle of the ocean and I promise that he didn’t survive.”

“Carlos, a thousand things could have happened.”

“TK is dead, for fuck’s sake! Believe it. My husband, your son, probably drowned and you know better than I do how awful it must have been for him.”

A beat, then Carlos hears Owen sob. He’s broken the heart of one of the most important people in his life. Owen will never forgive him, but he’s not the only one — he’s never going to forgive himself either.

“I… Owen, it’s all my fault and… Shit, I have to go.”

He’s going to throw up and his head feels like it’s about to explode… But the pain is good, the pain is the best thing he can do without throwing himself into the ocean and joining TK.

[hobipaint]

A Story Told On Sand

summary: The setting sun gives time for Jungkook to cherish his family.

↳ pairing: jungkook x reader

↳ genres: fluff, like so much fluff, established relationship, slice of life au.

↳ word count: 1.4K

↳ disclaimers: none.

a/n: A completely self indulgent Jungkook fluff drabble written at two at night haha,, I was really going through it. Written for the @bangtanwritingbingo prompt no. 14 - watching sunsets/sunrises, and for @btscreatorscorner June workshop- writing from a member's POV! a massive thank you to @jikookiekosmos for making the banner for me😭 and a massive thank you to @vaekth and @joonscore for bearing with me because I just kept talking on and on about this in your dms lol.

Jungkook leaned back, eyes shutting close as he felt the breeze kiss over every inch of his skin. The warm sunset was only just spreading across the sky, a bright yellow turning to a scarlet - as if the sun was blushing at the idea of leaving the sky, it's lover. 

"It's nice," You sighed, hands resting over his as you looked at the sunset. 

Jungkook looked at you, smiling, and hummed in agreement. "I like this scenario, you know. A sunset, the kids are playing in the sand, and your hand in mine. My day is coming to a good end." 

You turned to face him just as he lifted your joined hands to his mouth to leave a small kiss. You smiled, with your other hand coming up to pull your hair to the side, and Jungkook remembered why he fell in love with you all over again. He looked at you, your eyes sparkling in the deep orange of the sunset, keeping his eyes locked with yours as he pulled you closer. 

Kissing you never got old. 

His lips softly settled on yours, the feeling of them feeling right. Your scent- an unlikely mix of mint, from his perfume, and chocolate, from baking with the kids earlier today- filled his surroundings - and he didn't want anything more. His hand clasped yours, thumb tracing small universes over the back of your hand - universes where it was only you, him and your family. You other hand languidly traced up his arm, curling behind the nape of his neck to pull him closer. He felt you smile, nearly giggle, and it was only seconds before the two of you pulled away and just laughed. It felt good to be here. It felt good to be with you. 

The setting sun cast beautiful spells over the waves that were splashing and playing around in the sea, washing them in shades of burnt red and gentle yellows. The glimmering swell of water that leaped over the sand had your children squealing in delight, running away from the wave. You waved them over, watching as they ran helter skelter to collect their sand toys before running the two of you. 

Jungkook spread his arms out as his daughter ran to her father, not minding the sand that stuck to her body as she leaped on him - squealing in happiness at being reunited with her partner in crime. You reached over to ruffle her hair, eyes crinkling as your son walked over and buried his face in your lap, finally exhausted with the events of the day. 

It was a vacation for you and him - time to spend with family. There were so many highs and so many lows in your daily lives that it was exhausting, even if you loved your work - and you both needed that break, even if it was only for a weekend. Now, as he watched the waves crash into each other and then end in bubbles, he felt that peace he had wanted. 

"Tomorrow, we will go back to the city. Right, dad?" Your daughter sat up and spoke to Jungkook, his hand coming up to caress the hair that flew wildly behind her, settling it behind her ear. "Yes, my bunny. We're going back tomorrow." 

"Good!" She beamed at him, and Jungkook felt his heart swell. She took his palm, and he couldn't help but be amazed at how wonderfully she had grown up - he remembered when he would walk her around with her clinging onto his pinky finger only, and now her hand fit in the palm of his hand, big enough to clutch his hand and swing it while playing games. "I wanted to show you a drawing I had made for you and mommy." 

You turned towards your daughter while petting your son's head, fingertips gently untangling the heap of curls in his hair as he slept soundly. "What drawing, baby?" 

"I made a big girl drawing. Teacher had said it was really good!" Your daughter beamed, missing incisors displayed in a beautiful smile that strangely reminded Jungkook of your own -upper lip quirking in a way that he thought only you could, till his daughter first beamed at him. The thought made him smile.

"Really? I can't wait to see it then, bub. We'll pin it on the fridge too!" You cheered for her, her eyes widening in happiness and surprise at the sudden announcement. She jumped onto both of you, nearly knocking her brother off his mother's lap as she squealed again, screaming to the waves in the distance about how she loved her family. "We will be here forever!" she said, happily clapping.

After a few more moments of excited babbling - including a certain confession she had received from a classmate ("I promised not to tell anyone, but I didn't want to hide it from you! He said he loved me!") Jungkook's shocked exclamation at his baby getting confessions, you laughing, and her defending her 'friend', she was peacefully dosing on Jungkook's lap. His hand went to softly pat her hair, humming a soft lullaby - the same one he had sung to her for years- for all the times she wouldn't sleep at night. 

Eight years, and she still paraded up to him at night to demand the lullaby, and Jungkook would simply cherish that time as he would caress her head, wishing her sweet dreams and tucking the blanket in. "It's to keep the monsters away, " he'd hear her murmur everytime, and he'd smile before returning to his wife and son in the next room, softly patting his son's cheek, kissing his wife good night, and falling asleep. 

Looking at you now - your eyes paying attention to the two year old that had curled up in your lap - he held back the sudden urge to shout in happiness like his daughter had. That's what he felt. Overwhelmed with happiness. He didn't believe that he actually got to live with this euphoria in his life. One look at the three of you made him feel so proud, so responsible, and so loved - he simply couldn't put it all into words. 

Your head came to rest on his shoulder, and Jungkook leaned his head over yours, hands finding each other. You squeezed his hand tightly, and sighed - and he understood you. This silence, this time - it all meant so much for the two of you. 

"Once we go back, we're probably not getting time like this again, are we?" You whispered, letting the words fly away with the breeze. 

"Maybe. Who knows, I'll whisk you away on a getaway next week?" He smiled, and though he couldn't see you, he knew you were smiling, too. 

"Maybe? What about our daughter's annual day, mister? Forgot so soon?" You laughed as you spoke, punching his arm playfully. "I guess my husband is turning old already." 

"Hey!" Jungkook said, trying to fake his anger even if he couldn't take the smile off his face. "I remembered it, of course I remember! I had to learn the ballet routine as well!" You laughed again, the sound familiar and known to him- his heart beating a happy beat. "I twisted round and round, over and over, and nearly ripped my pants."

"Mmmm, and I didn't see you complaining after this baby appreciated you." Jungkook watched you caress your daughter's hair, then her cheek, and settle on the sand. "You went for it all the way." 

"I would always go all the way for her. And for this pumpkin too." He pointed at his son, and you giggled. "And for you too. You're my world, you know that?" 

You raised your head to face him, Jungkook almost complaining at the loss of your body heat right near him. "And you're mine. You, and our kids. You're all my everything." 

Jungkook's eyes softened, pulling you closer for you to rest your head on him again. You leaned against his chest, and Jungkook bent down to kiss the top of your head before leaning back to bade goodbye to the sun. 

"I think sunsets look the prettiest, don't they?" You marvelled at the sky, lush shades of warm orange letting hints of blue peak through as the sky prepared for nightfall. 

I think everything looks prettier when it's with you, Jungkook wanted to say, but he lets the babble of the returning seagulls fill the space. His hands wrap around you, letting his eyes look to the sky once again, awed by everything around him now. This was all he needed. 

"I love you," he murmured, pressing another kiss to his lover as the sun set upon the evening. 

a/n: I'm not really sure if this would be drabble length or fic length, but I'd like to think of it as a drabble. Writing this was really warm and comforting for me, so I hope that it gave you a similar feeling. I'd love to hear any feedback you have either as a comment, reblog, or as an ask! Thank you so much for giving your time to my work 💞 love, hazel 🤗

masterlist

[satuguro]

damsel in distress

IN WHICH: desperate times call for desperate measures.

PAIRING: zuko x reader

INSPIRED BY: moment’s silence (common tongue) — hozier

WARNING: suggestive themes, making out ;)

NOTES: i got distracted while writing the next part of stars. i hope you all enjoy!

you could feel someone following you.

you had been taught to be aware of your surroundings and follow your gut— your grandfather, a retired fire nation general, had taught you well. he had raised you as his own ever since your parents died in battle, and taught you the truth about the fire nation from the very start. he was a careless old man, one who didn’t fear being caught by the firelord or being killed; he claimed that he was old enough.

his advice was simple; follow your gut, and be aware.

he expected you to accomplish great things. you were trained to be prince zuko’s personal body guard, and while he was proud of that alone, the fact that you had chosen to go off with zuko during his banishment was what he was truly proud of.

“you and iroh will be the only voices of reason on that ship,” your grandpa had explained as he packed multiple tea bags into your bag (when you weren’t looking, of course). he watched you fondly, observing the way you were sharpening your sword. you looked so much like your parents.

“be aware, y/n. a big storm is brewing.”

on the ship, your job soon blossomed into an advisor and body guard. you became iroh’s pai sho partner and looked up to him as a role model. you had joined the old man in trying to explain to zuko that his honor wasn’t worth it, but at the same time, you helped zuko train. you were a nonbender, but that only meant that you were strong in combat— especially hand-to-hand.

fast forward a few months, you were sure that your grandfather would be glad to hear that you were living a somewhat normal life in ba sing se alongside iroh and zuko. setting up a tea shop under new names was certainly a spontaneous decision, but you weren’t complaining at all. to you, it felt like a vacation; you could finally let out a breath you had held in for years. a small prt of you missed the adrenaline that came along with fighting, but you knew that this life was the life you all deserved.

you all deserved peace.

but as you walked down the dark alleyway of ba sing se, your hands holding a woven basket that you used to hold your belongings, you knew that your peace was disrupted. something was wrong. someone was watching.

you kept up a cool front, but listened to the little sounds around you. you could hear the faint swoosh of air coming from someone, and the small puffs of breath being taken by someone who wasn’t you.

you heard them land quietly behind you. you could tell they were experienced— you almost didn’t hear them. almost. you heard their feet come closer, each step making you slow your walk.

you turned around abruptly, basket still in your right hand as you shoved them up against the nearby wall. your right arm went up to their throat, eyes glaring into the blue mask the other person wore. if looks could kill, the stranger would certainly burst into flames.

your arm was hard against their neck, almost cutting off their air supply. you were both breathing heavily, chests heaving against each other before your free hand went up to pull the mask up.

your eyes met familiar amber ones, your scowl faltering at the sight of the fire prince. your arm fell from his neck, a scoff leaving your lips as you pushed yourself off of him. the warmth he radiated was gone, now replaced by the cold night air. “you were following me?” you asked, already knowing the answer as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“you were gone longer than usual!” zuko protested, thankful for the darkness around him as his face burned red. he huffed grumpily, copying your actions and crossing his arms. “you told uncle that you’d be back before 12! you were late!”

“i wasn’t late!” you argued, foot tapping against the cobblestone. “but because of this stupid stunt, i might be!” your angry look faltered at the soft sound of gruff talking, your head turning towards the sound while zuko only groaned.

“don’t be mad at me because i got worried!” zuko fired back, throwing his hands up in exasperation as he paced. “spirits, it’s so hard to be good,” he grumbled under his breath before he stopped his pacing, pointing an accusatory finger towards you.

“i’m not some damsel in distress, zuko.” you replied, eyes still staring into the darkness. you could feel people coming.

zuko was blind to your strange behavior, instead choosing to tell you off further. “i know you aren’t! you’ve kicked my ass more than i could count. anyway— know how dangerous it is to be out so late especially when we—“

you suddenly moved closer to him, shoving him up against the wall once again. zuko’s words died in his throat as he looked down at you, but your mind was elsewhere. you were looking down the dark alley, your brows furrowed.

“i’m not done,” zuko forced out, making you shush him harshly. your legs were practically tangled together, and your arm was up against his body, practically trapping him under your body. his body was against the wall behind him, and zuko didn’t move as you narrowed your eyes. that’s when he heard it: deep voices.

“kiss me,” you stated, not even looking at him. you dropped your basket on the ground.

“what? you can’t be serious,” zuko hissed, his body temperature rising. but that didn’t seem to bother you as you looked back at him.

“do you trust me?” you asked sternly, making him nod before you came forward.

your hands reached to his neck, your touch gentle as you brought him down to meet your lips. his eyes fluttered shut, the voices from before disappearing into the background and being replaced by you. his senses were flooded by you. you tasted like sugar cane and smelled like moon flowers. you were intoxicating, and zuko found one of his hands going up to hold your neck, his thumb gently caressing the skin under his fingertips.

he tasted like tea and smelled like jasmines. the mere taste of him made you crave more, and your leg was instinctively placed between his legs.

you pulled away from him briefly, breathing slightly labored. your eyes met his, and you came in the middle again, lips slotting over each other. you slipped your tongue into his mouth, reveling in the low moan he gave out. your fingers ran through his hair, making his blue mask drop onto the ground as the kiss became more passionate. you tugged at the black strands, listening to him groan deeply.

you pressed him harder against the wall, yet zuko didn’t care as he bit down on your bottom lip and pulled, making you let out a whine that he wanted to hear more of. the voices were nearer now, and he could hear them jog down their alleyway.

his lips trailed down to your neck, making you close your eyes tighter and tilt your head to the side to give him more room. zuko opened his eyes briefly to see who the voices belonged to.

dai li. three of them came to a sudden stop at the sight of you both, and one immediately got your attention.

“hey! what’re you two doing here?” he yelled, ignoring the exasperated looks of the others as his voice echoed in the alley.

zuko opened his mouth to answer, but you beat him to it. you looked back at them, feigning indifference as you cocked a brow. “what do you think?” you responded, the corner of your lips curling up into a confident smirk. you glanced back at him, giving him a small wink.

zuko died right then and there.

“go home,” the dai li soldier stated sternly, making you let out a deep sigh. you were a good actor.

“c’mon lee,” you pulled away from zuko, grabbing your basket and his mask, hiding it from the dai li as you tucked it into your basket. you took zuko’s hand in yours, your act breaking for a second when he intertwined your fingers. “let’s have more fun at home,” you said, reverting back to your lie as you gave the dai li an innocent smile. with that, you ran off with zuko, letting out a loud laugh when you reached the entrance of the jasmine dragon.

“holy shit!” you let out, unable to hold back your laughs as you looked up at the sky. “i can’t believe we got away with it!” you looked at zuko, face flushing when you felt his warm hand tangled with yours. he was looking at you intently, amber eyes gleaming with something you’ve never seen before.

you leaned forward, gently planting your lips onto his for a quick peck. you opened up the door to the jasmine dragon, sending him a suggestive look that he read immediately. as the door shut behind you both, your basket dropped to the ground as this time zuko pushed you against the wall, lips meeting yours once again.

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NOTES: the sub jumped out of zuko real fast in this one. lmal this was so self indulgent, but once again, thank you for reading and sorry for any typos!

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