#but also contemplating calling out sick tomorrow/today

[merps]

partner was sleeping on air mattress past week just as some distance after a trip (+wore comfy good fabric mask) and now he's in the clear but sleeping in living room still bc big sleepy™ hit before he could move stuff back

the thing is our kitchen has motion sensor lights under the like upper cabinets so we can see the sink and w.e easily, and if I move past then it will wake him, but eczema on my face is flaring up in same ol 3 patches and my ointment is in our main bathroom 😭 I'm in the guest/my pc room

[just-some-little-lads]

A Late Night

Summary: You come back home after a long day only to find Sylus waiting for you, acting a bit differently than normal. Word Count: 1.1k SFW, Second Person POV, GN MC.

Being a Hunter was good work; you knew that. However, heroism or not, long days could still have you cursing under your breath, dreaming of living in isolated peace by some lakeside. Dragging your feet, you contemplated calling in sick tomorrow. The key to your apartment flailed clumsily on it’s ring before finally turning in the slot. Shoes kicked to the shadows, work bag abandoned on the floor, you didn’t even bother turning on your lights before flopping on your couch. With your eyes closed, you were two alluring seconds away from drifting off… Till the hairs on the back of your head prickled. A sixth sense blared warnings of danger throughout your body, urging you to fly up in enough time to grab a figure approaching the back of the couch. Tact and grace were not your close friends tonight. Amidst the self-defense, you threw yourself off the couch to tackle your intruder to the ground. If you could call it a tackle, anyway. More like keeping them pinned with your collapsed body.

Before you could fully enter “interrogation mode”, a low chuckle stopped you in your tracks. Which emotion would your tone land on today? Surprise, confusion, irritation? “Sylus?” All three, apparently.

“Do you know how long I waited for you?” Despite the words, he didn’t sound irritated, just amused. He wasn’t even pushing you off of him.

After a moment of consideration, you graciously removed your knee from the middle of his back. A subtle groan suggested that your frantic maneuver had affected him more than he would ever like to admit. Step, flick, and a mellow light illuminated your living room. Sylus had pushed himself up enough to sit on the floor, his back leaning against the sofa.

“How many times do I have to tell you to not break into my apartment? Not only is it an extreme breach of my privacy, but it is also illegal!” You found yourself hissing quietly as you scolded him, worried that shouting too loud would reach the ears of curious neighbors. Neighbors who also happened to be Hunters. Hunters who would not treat the company of the most infamous N109 Zone boss so casually. “If you’re so determined to treat this place like your own, maybe I could consider making you a spare key but—“ You cut your own lecture off, noticing the distinct lack of attention of this particular criminal. “Are you listening to me? Sylus.”

A humph left his chest as he lifted himself up to his feet, needing to use the furniture for leverage. Not a detail left unnoticed. Suddenly you were worried; after all, this wouldn’t be the first time he had come to you to wounded. “Are you—“

“I can listen to you and ignore you at the same time, sweetie. And as for the moment, I don’t have a key. How else was I supposed to welcome you home after work, hmmm?” His hum dragged out longer than usual.

“—okay.” You finished your question from earlier. “I was going to ask ‘are you okay’.” Without waiting for a proper answer, you approached him, taking his wrist in your hand and observing his body for any clear wounds. He smiled down at you while you did so. Nothing…obvious, but a gut feeling was still telling you that something was off. Wrist in hand, you dragged him to the other side of the couch and shoved him into a seating position.

Another stern line of questioning was about to leave your mouth, but it never came. A soft kiss pressed itself against the back of your hand, Sylus’ head slightly lowered. A move straight out of some knightly romance. Your heart fluttered, your face flushed, yet you wouldn’t let yourself melt so easily. Yes…affection amongst other things had started to blossom between you two; however, Sylus’ demeanor always had you thinking that this was another game of his. But this… He had never been so open like this before.

The man in question raised his head, looking up at you with another grin on his face. Only, this one didn’t have that edge of haughty aloofness that typically painted his expression. He was…genuinely pleased. Should you be worried? Something else to note was the subtle tint of pink in his cheeks and the tips of his ears. “No…” you ended up stating aloud. “You? Drunk?”

Sylus’ hand waved in the air, like he had to physically bat away that accusation before it stuck. “I don’t get drunk, sweetie.”

“But you have been drinking?”

Keeping your hand still in his grasp, he idly brushed a finger up and down your wrist. The motion sent a shudder down your spine. “Maybe that…exchange I told you about went very well today.” His words went hush, a deep purr in his throat as his face came close to your hand again. His breath warmed your skin. “And maybe I celebrated another resounding success with a bottle of wine I’ve been saving for a lovely rainy day.” The anticipation for him to kiss you again ended with him pressing a cheek to the back of your hand. Sylus’ face was heated. He glanced up at you through the fringe of his grey hair. Apparently, he caught that little glimpse of eagerness in your eyes.

Slowly, he guided you down onto the couch. You swallowed something building up in your throat as he began to lean over you till your back was against the armrest. “So, you came all the way out here while tipsy?” The pounding in your chest now was obvious.

Once more, he raised one of your hands. “I wanted to see you, is that such a crime?” Voice soft and low, he pressed the back of your hand to his forehead, dragging it down to his cheek, and then finally right before his mouth. If you closed your eyes and drowned out the slight condescending hum in your ears, you'd have a hard time believing that this was the leader of Onychinus. The touch was that of an entirely different man. At least one you were not well acquainted with. Maybe Sylus was the evil one in a set of twins and you got sent the benevolent one by mistake. The gestures were gentle, tender, pleading. Pinkies intertwined while his wine-tinted lips pecked different promises on the backs of your knuckles. “Can I stay tonight?”

The word ‘yes’ kept echoing in your mind at a disturbing pace, but you wouldn’t let him win with just sweetened words and some sudden puppy-dog eyes. You weren’t even aware his face could do that. “Say please.”

Sylus practically giggled, propped up by an arm next to your head. His posture lowered till his forehead pressed against yours. The tip of his nose rubbed against your own as his whisper was as quiet and needy as you were wishing it would be. “Please?”

[daisynik7]

Dirty Thirty

Pairing: Kishibe x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

cw: thigh riding, cunnilingus, fingering, spanking, spit play, vaginal sex (doggy, cowgirl), cockwarming, use of pet names (princess and Master)

Word Count: ~5.6k

Summary: An alluring stranger gives you a special treat on the night of your 30th birthday. 

Notes: Kishibe is in his mid 40s. Also, apparently he is 6’4”, so reader is shorter, below 6’. This is very self-indulgent considering my own 30th is in a few days (shout out to all my fellow Pisces babes)! Also, I started this after finishing Chainsaw Man a few weeks ago, so this is a result of heavy Kishibe brainrot.

Additional Note: Check out Part 2 here: After Last Night! Reblogs, likes, and/or comments are appreciated. Thank you for reading!

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The bass of EDM music reverberates through the speakers at the DJ’s booth. This particular bar you frequent turns into a club at 11 PM. College kids from the university down the street congregate in this establishment on the weekends, like today. You and your friends have been here since an hour ago, drinking and chatting in a booth hidden away to the side of the dancefloor. After dinner, you stopped by for a quick drink. With the booze and vibes just right, you ended up staying. 

Tonight, you celebrate your birthday. It’s the end of an era, really. You’re officially thirty. You’ve been dreading this day for the past few months, sad to bid farewell to your twenties, which wasn’t all that anyways. The number of times your friends reassure you that your thirties are the new twenties only brings you mild comfort. Glancing at the crowd tearing up the dancefloor, you can’t help being envious of their youth. 

Maybe it’s your buzz talking. You’re not one to feel sorry for yourself, especially about something as inevitable as aging. Thirty is young. Who cares if you’re the only one in your inner circle who’s single, unmarried, or childless? There’s no shame in it. You’re sick of women being scrutinized each year they get older for not doing what society tells them they should do. Who the fuck cares if you don’t have a ring on your finger or haven’t popped a baby out your vagina yet? It isn’t on your radar, and that’s perfectly fine. Men don’t get this much shit for remaining bachelors well into their forties or fifties, why should you?

You fidget with the glittery Dirty 30! sash you wear over your little black dress. A shimmering tiara sparkles on top of your head to complete your ensemble. Your friend’s voice in your ear snaps you out of your thoughts. “Hey birthday girl, how’s it going?”

Smiling, you hold your half empty glass up towards the middle. “Good. Thanks so much for coming out to celebrate tonight!” You’re ready to chug the rest of your liquor so you can head to the dancefloor. The other three women in your group cheers, clinking their drinks with yours. 

You’re about to suggest dancing when your friend says, “Shall we call it a night?”

It catches you off guard. The music just started and it’s not even midnight yet. You’re not ready to go back to the real world; it’s your special day until you fall asleep, which you don’t plan to do for a few more hours. You’re silent though, listening as the other girls repeat a similar sentiment. 

“My husband is waiting for me at home, so yes.”

“And my babies have an early morning play date tomorrow!”

Your friend beside you turns to you and asks, “Ready to go?”

Contemplating for a moment, you respond, “I think I might stay, actually. Have another drink or two.”

They stare at you bewildered, surprised you want to be here alone, which is unusual for you. “Are you sure?” they clarify.

“Yeah! Go ahead, I’ll be fine! I’m a big girl now,” you joke, standing up to hug them. They kiss you on the cheek, greeting you one last happy birthday before leaving together to go home to their husbands and children. 

Craving another drink, you abandon your booth to approach the bar. You order your favorite: a vodka cranberry, your comfort cocktail throughout your 20s. A reminder that you’re still the same you despite moving up a decade. 

You close your tab, promising yourself this is your last, and go back to your table. It’s now occupied by an older man in a black coat, sipping on amber liquor. Annoyed, and slightly intrigued, you sit opposite of him in the same booth. He lifts his head up slowly, noticing you. 

“Hi there,” you greet him. Even in the dim light, the stitched scar on his left cheek stands out. The metal piercings on his ears glisten, the strobe lights reflecting off them from the dancefloor. 

“Can I help you?” His voice is low and raspy, either naturally or from the alcohol. 

“I was sitting here earlier. The other tables are all occupied, and I really don’t want to stand around on the dancefloor by myself. Can I sit here until I finish my drink? There’s plenty of room for the both of us.” You put on your most charming smile.

“Where are your friends? I’m sure you’d rather sit with them instead of with an old man like me.”

“They ditched me to go home. Besides, it looks like you could use the company.” You tip your cocktail into your mouth, keeping your gaze on him. 

He watches you, skeptical. “How old are you?”

You glance down at your sash, which is now twisted so that the answer to his question is on your back where he can’t see. You grin at him. “Don’t you know it’s rude to ask a woman her age?”

He hums, unamused. “I’m not keen on hanging out with girls in their 20s. Not really my style. Not tonight, anyways.”

“How old do you think I am?” 

Narrowing his eyes at your tiara, he responds, “You’re wearing a crown, drinking a cranberry vodka at a bar that plays this shit music. I’d say you’re 23.”

This amuses you, like getting asked for your ID does, which is becoming rarer nowadays. It’s flattering.

“Hey, you’re here too. The only difference is that you’re drinking a whiskey,” you tease him, pointing at his glass. 

“In my defense, I finished work nearby and this shitty cesspool was the closest bar I could find.” He takes a swig of his alcohol. “So, am I right?”

Sliding the sash to face him, you answer, “Nope. You’re wrong. Lucky for you, today is my birthday. And I just turned thirty.” 

He cracks a smile at this, giving you a flutter below your belly. You’re not typically into older men; however, this guy has piqued your interest. There’s something about him that is alluring. Exciting. 

“Happy birthday,” he says, swallowing the rest of his whiskey. “Get anything good?” 

“No. But the night’s not over yet.” You’re full-on flirting now, not at all ashamed of how brazen you’re acting. Fuck it. You only turn thirty once, right?

There’s distance between you, but the tension is so thick, you could smell the bold scent of liquor coating his lips. He leans closer, a wicked glint in his eyes. “Well, I guess it’s my responsibility now to give you something good.”

~~~

Minutes later, you’re in the back of the cab, riding towards an address he mutters to the driver. He holds you, interlocking his fingers with yours, peering out his window in silence. You focus on your entwined hands resting on the middle seat, the intimacy of it all distracting you from the fact that you’re about to hook up with this attractive stranger. 

The driver arrives to a swanky apartment complex. Once inside, Kishibe doesn’t give you enough time to marvel at the beautiful interior of the room. In an instant, his lips are on yours, both palms cupping your cheeks assertively. Breath hot and chalky from the mint you saw him savor earlier in the car. It barely masks the lingering taste of that cigarette you witnessed him drag waiting for your ride. He didn’t have the same type of smoker’s breath that you’re sick of from your coworkers. With him, you don’t mind it at all. 

His hand trails down your neck, thumb carefully brushing over a pulse point right below your chin. His skin is rough and calloused compared to yours. The scraggly facial hair scattered along his jaw is scratchy on your cheeks. 

He breaks the kiss, gazing at you while he removes his overcoat, hanging it on the rack in the corner, kicking his shoes off in the process. There’s a small bar cart in the kitchen, where he pours himself a whiskey. At the freezer, he reaches for the ice, dropping three cubes into the dark liquor with a plop. You stand still, observing him, nervous and thrilled about what this mysterious man will do to you tonight.

At the couch, he takes a seat, thighs spread wide, his wrist hanging low between them, gripping the top of the glass with his fingertips. “Come here,” he beckons. 

Removing your heels quickly and abandoning your purse, you step towards him, ready to sit beside him until he demands, “No. Not there.” He pats his thigh with his free hand. “Here.”

Your body trembles with lust as you straddle him, pussy pulsing against his muscular thigh. He studies you, from your hazy stare down to him between your legs, savoring his cold liquor all the while. You gulp loudly, obediently waiting for his next command. 

Gently removing the crown atop your head and tossing it aside, he asks, “What do you want from me, princess? It’s your birthday after all.” Hearing him call you princess gives you a rush you can no longer contain. You start moving on his thigh, riding it to feel the glorious sensations on your clit.

His chuckle vibrates through his chest as you grasp at his collar to hold you steady. “This is what you want? Okay. Take what you need. Come on my thigh. I’ll watch.” His gravelly voice in your ear makes you ride him harder, grinding against him until your creamy mess is soaking through the thin fabric of your panties. You clench his tie, loosening it around his neck. He continues to watch you, sipping on his booze, enjoying his own private show.

Once the glass is empty except for the melting ice, he sets it down on the coffee table, pulling you in closer, his hand behind your neck. Lightly blowing cool, whiskey breath along your lips. You lean forward to kiss him, his tongue slipping past to explore your needy mouth. The longing for his touch on every inch of your body grows stronger by the second as you moan into the kiss, bouncing on his leg. 

“Can you come by yourself? Or do you need my tongue on it? I can lick it up real good if you’ll let me.” His obscene suggestion surprises you, as if you weren’t already performing lewd acts on his lap. You tug at his tie to pull him into another fierce kiss before sitting next to him on the couch, lifting the hem of your dress up to reveal your wet undergarments. 

“I’ll let you do whatever you want to me. But I’m not calling you Daddy,” you tease, spreading wide for him. 

His voice is low in his throat, kneeling on the carpet, face positioned between your thighs. “Good, because I prefer to be called Master.”

You roll your eyes at him, to which he responds, “What? You don’t like that? I bet I’ll have you screaming it all night long.”

This has you speechless as he drifts towards you, staring at the wet spot soaking through your lingerie. “Look how fucking wet you are for me.” He hooks his fingers around the fabric, stretching it to the side to expose your sopping cunt. Leaning in closer, he flicks his tongue gently onto your clit, causing you to squirm above him. 

He’s testing the waters, starting slow to gauge your limit. It’s gentle at first, toying with your bud until it’s plump and sensitive. Until your wanton moans are bouncing off the walls of his big, fancy apartment. There’s no doubt that he knows exactly what he’s doing. It’s obvious this man has years of experience beyond you. Having this stranger swirl his tongue on the most intimate parts of your body makes you weak in the knees. This is the first time all night that you’re thankful to be turning thirty. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be in this apartment, getting wrecked and torn apart by him.

“I’ve always wanted a plaything I can ruin,” he breathes out, finally wrapping his lips around you. “Will you be my pretty plaything tonight?” He surrounds your clit, drawing an erotic whimper from your mouth. 

“Fuck, Kishibe. Yes. Use me as your plaything, fuck.”

He eats you out noisily, emphasizing every wet sound his mouth makes on your swollen bud. Several times, he spits on it, spreading his saliva up and down your pussy, plunging his tongue into your entrance to get it lubricated with his own drool.  

“You’re fucking drenched down here. When’s the last time you let a grown man eat you out like this? I bet you’ve never been with someone like me, huh?”

You shake your head, swiping through his hair, spreading yourself wider for him. “Never.”

“I can tell,” he says, slipping his middle and ring finger into your entrance. “So fucking wet for me. I love it.” He pumps into you, curling his digits just right, resonating all the way down to your toes. His lips latch onto your clit, drinking you up to quench his insatiable thirst. 

“Hold these for me,” he says, guiding your fingers to your panties. “Want to stroke my cock while I eat this gorgeous pussy out.” You hear the unbuckling of his belt, the sound of him shoving his fist into his slacks to jerk off. The vibrations from his moans tickle your skin as he nuzzles himself deeper into your arousal, practically drowning in it, flattening his tongue to smear his warm saliva all over. You whine in ecstasy, heedless of attracting any neighboring attention to your explicit blubbering. 

“Come on my face,” he muffles, too busy lapping up your clit to pull away, fingers pumping in and out of you, shiny and sleek with your slick.

It doesn’t take much longer for you to reach your orgasm, pleasure jolting through your body while he works you until you’re overstimulated, twitching from the euphoria. He laughs softly, face glistening with your essence, taking a seat beside you. You watch him in a daze as he sticks his cum-coated fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean. “You want a taste, too?”

You nod, disoriented from your intense climax. He drags your bottom lip down using the pad of his thumb, mumbling, “Open.”

Obediently, you stick your tongue out for him, knowing fully well what he’s about to do. Your pussy throbs again, ready to be fucked for real by this provocative stranger you were so fortunate to meet tonight. 

He grazes your open tongue, then spits in your mouth. “Swallow,” he demands, voice husky with desire. You do, making sure to gulp loudly, incredibly aroused and needy for his cock. 

“Show me,” he whispers, opening his own mouth to mimic you. “Ah.”

You show him your tongue again, a dumb expression on your face while he inspects. Satisfied, he grunts, “Fuck, you’re bad. You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?” He reaches down to your soaked panties clinging to you. “Take these off.”

He slides out of his trousers, revealing briefs that barely conceal his obvious bulge. As you slip out of your underwear, he removes his, displaying his impressive cock. “You going to ride this cock now?”

Without a word, you nod. You’re already anticipating how fucking amazing he’s going to feel inside you. Your brain is jumbled with naughty thoughts of him taking you in all positions in every room of his apartment. 

There’s a hungry gleam in his eyes as he watches you mount him. You hoist your dress up, stripping it from your body. He unclasps your bra, baring your breasts to him while he still wears his dress shirt and tie. For some reason, you want him to keep it on. Get it nice and dirty with slick and sweat.

You reach behind you to position him at your entrance. Once aligned, you slowly sink onto his cock, allowing yourself a few seconds to adjust to his size. Given his stature, it’s not surprising how big he is, both in length and girth. When you bottom out, he lets out a raspy fuck, holding your ass to squeeze your plush cheeks. “I’m ready whenever you are, princess. Like I said, take what you need from me. Milk me dry. I know you want to.”

Spurred by his provocative encouragement, you ride him, rocking your hips back and forth onto his lap, gripping his cock tight with your wet cunt. Forehead pressed to his, lids closed, jaw hanging open, experiencing the best fuck of your life. With a brief glance, you catch him watching you, a similar dazed expression on his face. You bounce on him faster, his dick pounding into you over and over again, determined to feel every inch you possibly can. 

“Fuck, Kishibe, feels so fucking good,” you moan, directing his fingers down to your clit. “I want to come all over this cock. Make me come, Master.”

Bingo. His eyes widen as soon as it slips from your mouth. It’s the magic word. The trigger. 

Without hesitation, he brushes his thumb ruthlessly onto your swollen bud. “Say it again,” he demands, pressing it hard as he massages it, eyes wild with lust.

“Fuck, make me come, Master. Make me come.” You’re riding him so fucking good, couch creaking, clutching his shoulders tight, his carnal stare locked on your every movement. 

“Tell me when you’re close,” he growls.

“I’m close, I’m close!”

Suddenly, he pulls out, cock covered in your arousal, wet and stiff against his abdomen. Strings of slick cling to the hem of his dress shirt. You’re about ready to yell at him for teasing you. Before you can, he stands up, grabbing your wrist to lead you into the bedroom. His breathing is heavy as he points to the bed, hastily removing his clothes. “On your knees, ass up. I’m going to fuck you so good. Make you squirt all over my fucking sheets.”

The anger immediately subsides and you’re back to being eager again, knowing damn well that he means every fucking word he says. You do as he commands, wiggling your ass to entice him. He chuckles behind you. “I’m sorry for denying you earlier. I just really want to see this ass bounce on my cock like this.” He teases you with his tip, tapping your clit, sliding it along your pussy lips. 

“You’re not forgiven,” you pout, growing impatient. 

Placing a soft kiss on your lower back, he laughs again. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” 

If there’s one thing you’ve learned about this stranger you met mere hours ago, it’s that he is a man of his word. 

He guides his cock into you slowly, stretching you little by little until you’re squeezing him, his entire length inside you. “Look at you, sucking me in again like you were made for me.” He starts thrusting, holding you steady to penetrate you deeper. 

“So fucking good!” you cry out, fists bunched on his silky sheets, drool leaking from the corner of your mouth. 

“I know, princess. It’s amazing for me too.” His heavy balls slap your damp skin with every brutal thrust of his hips, fucking you hard, dipping into your sweet spot until you’re woozy with pleasure. “You take it so good. So fucking sexy.” He tightens his grip on you, increasing his pace. “So fucking beautiful.”

You throw your ass back, arching your spine to get the perfect angle. With your cheeks bouncing obscenely against his thighs, you beg, “Spank me, Master. Spank me like a bad girl.”

Not wasting a second, his rough palm connects with your ass, the loud smack ringing in your ears. He spanks you again and again, your pussy clenching him tighter while you continue to thrust back onto his cock. You’re about ready to burst, desperate to reach your second orgasm after being denied earlier. You play with your puffy clit, electricity rippling through your body upon contact. Whimpering, you rub your bud faster as he pounds into you, cursing under his breath. 

“Fuck,” he moans, staring at your ass jiggle after each fresh slap he delivers. “Come on my cock, princess. That’s it. Get it creamy. Just like that, fuck.”

Waves of pleasure sweep over you, the intensity of it causing you to tremble before him. In the midst of your climax, you plead for him to finish inside you, greedy for his cum. It doesn’t take long for him to fill you up, staying nestled deep in you as he releases his warm load, letting out a husky fuck.

He pulls out, his warm release leaking from your pussy, dripping onto his sheets. He ogles at the pornographic sight in front of him, pleased with himself.

“Like what you see?” you tease, lowering your torso and relaxing on the bed.

“You are a naughty, naughty girl,” he says, collapsing beside you. “Can’t believe I let you seduce me.”

“Oh, so it’s my fault? You were the one who offered to give me something good for my birthday.” 

He raises a brow at you. “Did I succeed?”

You gaze at him, properly examining his appearance. Scruffy facial hair, eyes that are perpetually tired, the striking scar aligned with his frown. You find yourself wondering what his story is; someone this fetching must have a story.  

“Considering the mess we made, I would say you exceeded my expectations.” You lay your palm on his firm chest, his now steady heartbeat lightly thumping against your fingertips.

“I’m glad to hear I wasn’t a disappointment.” He doesn’t take his gaze off you. Normally, you’d be intimidated by such intense eye contact. With him, it’s different. You feel safe. He places his hand on top of yours, rugged thumb gently caressing the skin of your knuckles. The two of you stay like this, enjoying each other’s presence in an easy silence. 

“We can’t do this again,” he mutters, finally looking away from you. He turns onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, your hand still snug under his.

“Why not?” The shift in energy surprises you. This is not the typical pillow talk you’re accustomed too. 

“I’ll keep wanting to see you if we keep this up,” he admits. Although it’s a sweet sentiment, he’s deciding to end it here and now, not even waiting until the morning like in a typical one-night-stand.

Matching his candid demeanor, you ask, “What’s wrong with wanting to see me again?” A strange feeling of unease swells in your chest, anxious for whatever truth he’s about to reveal. 

He takes a breath before explaining, “I’m a Devil Hunter. The best in the world. My job is very dangerous. A young woman like yourself shouldn’t get attached to me. My life is expendable.” He avoids you while he speaks, eyes laser focused on the ceiling, barely blinking. It’s as if he doesn’t want to say it; rather, it’s part of a script, forced to recite the lines like it’s standard procedure. How often has he had to deliver this sober spiel to his ex-lovers? You start to pity him, speculating how detached he must remain to the outside world strictly because of his risky profession. 

You continue to stare at him, letting the information sink it. The air is thick with a serious tension. It’s a sudden switch from the wild romp you just experienced. Choosing not to pester him further, you decide to lighten the mood. You scoot towards him, mouth skimming his ear, muttering, “Well, l didn’t really like you anyways.” The cold metal of his piercings contrast the soft warmth of your lips.

He turns to you again, the tension in his brows easing slowly as he gives you a small smirk. “Oh yeah?”

You nuzzle your nose against his. “Yeah.”

“Good. It’s better this way,” he says, planting a kiss on the forehead. 

Sighing, you ask, “Can I at least spend the night?” 

“Of course. I’ll even cook you breakfast tomorrow morning.”

“I hope that doesn’t mean a cup of coffee with a splash of whiskey and a couple cigarettes,” you joke. 

He chuckles. “I’ll throw in some eggs for protein, does that work?”

“Sure. I’ll take whatever I can get, since this is the last time we’ll be seeing each other.” 

There’s a small smile on his lips as he gazes at you. A minute passes and he reaches for you, grazing your cheek delicately. You feel comfortable in bed with him. Protected. You snuggle into his chest, his arms wrapping you into a bear hug. Cozy in his embrace, you listen to his rhythmic breathing, lulling you to sleep.

~~~

In the morning, you wake up alone, tucked under the covers, clothed only in a dress shirt, barely buttoned. The bedroom door is wide open, the sound of a pan scraping on iron ringing in your ears and the inviting smell of food cooking wafting from the kitchen. 

You spot a pack of baby wipes on the drawer next to you, noticing that your body is fresh and clean, opposite the sticky mess you fell asleep to. Next to it is a brand-new toothbrush and toothpaste. With these items in hand, you tip-toe into the bathroom, appreciating his thoughtfulness.  

When you’re done, you study his bedroom for the first time, and probably last. There are no pictures hung anywhere, no personal touch to anything. Only small traces of a man whose entire existence is his job. Several ties scattered on his dresser next to a metal flask. A mini calendar on his nightstand with random scribblings of future work commitments. Hamper in the corner of the room, filled to the brim with white dress shirts, black slacks, and a couple of mismatched argyle socks. You’re slightly tempted to investigate some drawers to see the type of weapons a Devil Hunter of his caliber carries, but you don’t.

You lean against the doorframe, watching him in the kitchen. He’s in a plain white t-shirt with navy-blue pajama pants. As promised, he is cooking a batch of scrambled eggs over the stove, a steaming mug of coffee in one hand, spatula in the other. Looking domestic and sexy as hell. His words replay in your mind. You shouldn’t get attached to someone like me. You almost regret sleeping with him, knowing you’ll miss him after you leave. 

Quietly, you stroll towards him until he notices you. When he does, he takes a sip of coffee and mutters, “Morning, princess.” 

Positioned behind him, you wrap your arms around his waist, raising your heels to place a gentle kiss on the back of his neck. It’s only now that you realize how much taller he is than you. “Good morning, handsome. This is a pleasant surprise.”

“I told you I’d cook you breakfast, didn’t I?” He cranes his neck to face you, smirking. 

“You did. I’m pleased to see you keep your promise,” you tell him, resting your cheek on his back. “You’re truly a man of your word. I think that deserves a reward.” You slide your thumbs under the waistband of his pajama bottoms, teasing him. 

“If you tempt me, you won’t be able to taste this delicious meal I prepared for you,” he comments, setting his coffee mug down the counter and turning off the burner. His hand covers yours, maneuvering it over the growing bulge in his pants. 

“Maybe I’m craving something else for breakfast.” You start palming his erection, suddenly hungry for him rather than the food. 

He turns to face you, looking at you up and down in his dress shirt, your legs clenched together to hide your arousal. Still smirking, he says, “You’re making this much harder than it needs to be.” He slowly pushes you against the counter, running his fingers up your inner thigh, spreading your legs to expose your wet cunt. 

You moan, anticipating another round of intense fucking, this time in his kitchen. It makes you want to christen every part of his apartment. 

“How are you this fucking wet for me already?” He whispers, rubbing his thumb on your throbbing clit. “You’re so sexy, it’s driving me insane.”

“Kishibe,” you breath out, struggling to steady yourself. “Fuck.”

“I got you. Get on the counter for me, princess. Spread those legs so I can lick that pussy clean.” 

With his hands on your waist guiding you, you hop up, opening wide for him. Knees bent and body folded forward, he starts licking your clit, palming his erection through his pants. You come within minutes, gushing over his tongue as it glides along your slit, nose digging firmly onto your swollen bud. 

“Fuck me, Kishibe. Want that big cock inside me. Want you to fill me up again with your cum.” You hop back down, turning around and lifting the hem of the dress shirt past your ass, ready to get railed right there on the countertop.

“Not like this,” he murmurs, kissing you on the cheek. “Wait for me in my room. We’re going to have breakfast in bed together.”

Minutes later, a tray with a plate full of eggs, toast, and bacon set on top is temporarily forgotten as the two of you fuck on the other side of the bed. Him sitting up, back pressed to the headboard, you riding him until he spills inside you, causing you to orgasm again all over him. 

You slump forward, resting your head on his shoulder, tired and satiated from another amazing fuck. Attempting to slide off him, he kisses you on the lips, his grip firm on your waist, unyielding. “Keep my cock inside you. Can you do that for me?” 

In your blissful state, all you can do is nod, getting comfortable on his lap. He reaches for a slice of bacon on the tray, letting you take the first bites before he finishes it, doing the same for a piece of buttered toast. He feeds you forkfuls of scrambled eggs, using the same utensil for himself. It’s pleasantly intimate for two people who just met. Playing the role of a long-term couple, indulging in simple delights together, like breakfast in bed.

Plate cleared, both your bellies full of nourishment, you stay in this position, kissing each other leisurely, no rush to separate. He whispers your name, fondling your breasts through the fabric of his dress shirt that you’ve made yours. He repeats it a few more times, relishing how it feels on his lips before he never has to utter it again. 

It’s bittersweet, knowing it’s ending as soon as it begun. You have no reason to be so smitten with him. You’re two people who hardly know each other. Still, you find yourself not wanting to say goodbye yet. Something’s there. A tiny spark flickering in the distance. Maybe you’re one of many women he’s done this with before. Maybe you’re nothing special. But in this fleeting moment, you let yourself believe it’s real.

The two of you reluctantly part after an especially long, passionate kiss. You dismount him, grabbing the wipes to clean up the mess that was made earlier. He gives you a smooch on the forehead before getting out of bed to exit the room, returning in less than a minute to hand you your outfit from last night. You briefly recall carelessly discarding it all over his living room floor right before you pounced on him. Is it too soon to consider that a fond memory? It hasn’t even been 24 hours and you’re reminiscing about him already. 

He leaves you alone in the bedroom to change. Before you undress, you bring the sleeves of the shirt to your nose and inhale deeply, memorizing his scent. You almost want to keep this shirt as proof that this happened. That Kishibe is real.

Back in your black dress, you sit at the edge of the bed, waiting for his return. When he walks in, he points at the sash and tiara next to you on the bed. “You’re not going to wear that?”

Shrugging, you respond, “It’s no longer my birthday, so it feels silly wearing it. Just toss it.”

You check your phone, estimating the time of arrival for the ride you requested. Any minute now, they’ll be here, ending your short-lived tryst. He offers to drop you off, but you refuse, not bothering to explain that doing that will result in you dragging him into your own apartment and keeping him a willing hostage for another few hours. It’ll only make it more difficult to not get attached. He doesn’t question it, probably understanding this himself. 

The ping from the app chimes through your phone. You stand up, smiling at him, swinging your purse over your shoulder. “That’s my ride.”

He walks you to the door, waiting for you to strap on your heels. Once they’re on, you smile. “I guess this is it. Thank you for a fun night.”

“Thank you too. This was fun.” It could be wishful thinking, but you hear a waver in his voice. Is he a little bit sad too?

You face the door, ready to turn the knob, when you feel his grip on your wrist. He spins you towards him, kissing you feverishly, his hand caressing your cheek, the other behind your neck. Yearning for one more moment of intimacy with you. He breaks away, resting his forehead against yours, eyes shut as he says goodbye with one last whisper of your name. You avoid his gaze as you exit, walking out of his life.

It’s better this way. 

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Can you please write something with Kenny Omega x fem reader,

Kenny has his surgery (for his diverticulitis) coming up and is nervous about the surgery, reader is there for him to comfort him and also is in the hospital with him and stays in the hospital for the entire time, so that reader is the first person he sees after waking up?!

There for you

An: I had no idea what to call this fic, leave better suggestions lol

Kenny Omega X femReader

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The moment Kenny got his diagnosis I promised I would be there for him no matter what. I would be at every appointment and do whatever I could to make the best of this situation. When Kenny found out he needed surgery him and I were both nervous. Despite Kenny having multiple surgeries in the past this one was different. This surgery would not be easy, the recovery time would be long and Kenny would be in a lot of pain. Regardless I would be there for every second. 

Today was surgery day and although I would never tell Y/n, I was scared. I hated putting her through this. I felt like this was a never-ending cycle. Ever since my belt collector era, I had found myself constantly out of action. I contemplated retirement but decided to do a final run with The Bucks for the trios’ titles. That plan got screwed over when we all got suspended and during that time I realized I was far from done. I still had things I wanted to do in my career and like always Y/n was nothing but supportive of me. When I first started feeling sick I ignored it, I had matches booked, storylines were being written and I coudn't get sick. I assumed it was a bug as a lot of the talent caught this stomach bug but mine never went away. Y/n had to beg me to go to the hospital and when I finally did I was told I was lucky I came when I did. If I had waited any longer this whole thing could have been way worse. 

As much as we tried to avoid surgery it came to the point where I needed it. Like always Y/n was there for me for every second. She comforted me and took after me the whole time. In the days leading up to my surgery, she prepped the house to be perfect for my return. She even spent the holidays with me in the hospital which I know was hard for the both of us. She held my hand while they put me under, telling me how much she loved me and how she would stay for the whole operation. Everything that happened after that was a blur. I didn’t know what time it was when I finally woke up but I knew it was late. Hospitals always creeped me out, especially during the night but this time I felt at ease. Looking down I could see all the bandages and tubes on my body, it freaked me out. The only light in the room came from the hallway of the hospital and the moonlight that shined through the window. It was quiet, the only sound was the beats of my heart that echoed off the monitor. Beep….Beep…Beep. As I looked around the room, I noticed Y/n curled up on a chair in the corner. Although I didn’t see her at the time her presence in the room was all I needed to comfort me.

 “How are you feeling?” Y/n asked me quietly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you” “I wasn’t really sleeping. They said everything went well. You should be able to come home tomorrow” That I was thankful for, I couldn't wait to be back in my own bed. “That’s good, I feel fine for the most part” “Good, you are on a lot of pain meds. When they start to wear off you have to tell the nurse.” Y/n told me tirdly “Thank you, Y/n” “For what?” “For everything, for always being there. I really don’t deserve any of it” “Oh hush, you do deserve someone to take care of you Ken. You should try and get some rest, your body needs it.” “Yes ma’am, Good night” “Night, Love you” “Love you too” How did I get so lucky. 

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I’m feeling a little sick and in pain .. and I’m just chillin’ out rereading your trio fics for the zillionth time ( they’re AMAZING). I just wish I was Story for like 5 minutes 🥹 I could use some Ari cuddles .

In Sickness & In Health: A Trio Drabble

Summary: Daddy Ari takes care of you when you're sick.

Warnings: Fluff, Sick Reader, Daddy Ari, Daddy Kink, Implied Smut, Sex Toys (mentioned), Punishments (mentioned), Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Hope you feel better, my sweet anon friend! This drabble is a part of my Trio Series AU. Likes, Comments, & Reblogs are appreciated. All mistakes are my own.

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"Well, look who's finally awake." Ari purrs as he takes a seat beside you on the bed. He strokes one big, slightly calloused hand across your damp brow - grateful that your fever had finally broken. "How are you feeling, sweetness?"

"Achy." You rasp. "I'm so sore, Ari."

"Mmm." Your man hums as he helps you sit up. "My poor baby." Once he's got you comfortable, Ari hands you a glass of water. But he doesn't let go. Instead he holds it to your lips, encouraging you to take your time with slow, steady sips.

Only when he's convinced you've had your fill does he set the empty glass back on the nearby nightstand.

"Good girl." He gently cups your face then, his thumb caressing the apple of your cheek. For a moment you allow yourself to get lost in his rich blue eyes.

This man, your Big Beast, had all but refused to leave your side for the past week as he sweetly nursed you back to health. He'd fixed you tea, fed you soup, and cuddled you close - all while a terrible fever had ravaged your body.

He'd even called off work for you, dismissing your feeble protests when you tried to assure him that you would be just fine on your own. Yeah, that absolutely would not fly with a man like Ari Levinson. He was your Daddy, which meant that it was his duty to care for you. Even more than that, it was is privilege.

Both in sickness, and in health.

And when you'd tried to point out that since you weren't married, those vows didn't apply he'd simply shushed you before pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

But you also had no idea how often Ari held your hand while you slept, his soulful gaze focused intently on your naked ring finger.

"Soon." He would whisper into the air, letting his quiet vow fill the room. "I'm going to get you all better, baby. And then I'm gonna work on giving you my last name."

Your Daddy has no doubt that you'll say "yes" to him one of these days. After all, he's a very persistent man, the kind who always gets what he wants.

And what he wants is you. For today, tomorrow, and every day after that.

Because you are a treasure worth keeping. So, yes. He will keep you - in sickness and in health.

The deep timbre of his voice inadvertently pulls you from your reverie. "Are you hungry, my love. Need more water?" Unable to be without you a moment longer, he pulls you close - gently hauling your small frame into his lap. "I've missed you, Bird."

Instead of responding, you bury your face in his broad chest and inhale his crisp, clean scent. Somehow Ari always managed to smell of clary sage and bergamot.

There was no use in trying to deny it - you were well and truly addicted to this man.

And while this man slept next to you every night, it had been days since he'd taken your body. Even now as you battled sickness, you still ached for him.

"You're not due for another round of meds for at least another hour. " He informs you, his heart seizing just a touch when you let out a pitiful moan. "What do you need from Daddy right now?"

You simply shake your head, your hands clutching at the fabric of his shirt as you contemplate the best way to undo the buttons.

Ari already knows. But he wants to hear you say it.

His nimble fingers tangle their way into your curls, lightly playing with the silky strands. "How else can I make my baby feel better? Are you still cold?"

"I want you." You mumble, briefly pulling away so that he can see the longing in your tired eyes. "I always feel so much better when you hold me."

Ari smiles down at you then, warmth suffusing his handsome features. "If that's what my baby wants." He scrubs a hand over his beard making quick work of unfastening those stupid buttons.

He was always wearing shirts like that - mostly because he loved how desperate you became whenever you attempted to undo them yourself. It usually ended with you ripping the damned thing in two, buttons scattering this way and that.

"I'm gonna set my alarm for an hour." He tosses the shirt to the side and then helps get you settled back in his king-sized bed. "And when we wake up I'm going to feed you and then you're going to be my good girl and take your medicine." He whispers a trail of soft, sweet kisses along your collar bone.

You'd already lost a little too much weight for Ari's liking.

"Okay." You whisper, snuggling into his comforting embrace.

"All of it, baby. Even the yucky stuff."

You make a face, choking back a weak gag.

"I mean it, little girl. And then Daddy's gonna get you into a warm bath. You want me to help you wash your hair?"

"Yes, Sir." You feel your eyes begin to droop. "Can I please have the pink bubbles too?"

"Of course you can, Princess." Ari coos as his hand rubs the small of your back.

"And my toys?" You're slurring now as sleep begins to overtake you.

Your Big Beast chuckles at that, the sound of his amusement rumbling deep in his chest. "I'm afraid not. You're still too sick for us to play any special games right now."

"But I'm not." You whine as the world slowly begins to fade away. All that mattered was Ari. As long as you were in his arms, everything would be okay.

"Hush, brat." He murmurs into your hair. "We'll make up for lost time once we get you on the mend. But if you keep pushing it, Daddy'll have to add a note about you being naughty to your punishment tally. Is that what you want?"

"No thank you, Sir."

"Thought so." Ari gives your ass a gentle squeeze and then a slap. Even sick, your man would never let you forget that he was Daddy. And his word was law.

"Sweet dreams, Daddy."

"You are my dream, sweetness. Now please get some rest. I promise I'll be right here when you wake up."

That's all you need to hear. Your Daddy continues to pepper your face and neck with more kisses as you fall asleep with the knowledge that you were in this together. For better or worse.

In sickness and in health.

END

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

003

Genre : fluff, the ending's a bit angsty tho.

Summary : In which you're sick. And Miguel's soft.

Request/idea by: lassiraa (didn;t know if she wanted to be tagged oops)

Wordcount: 1.3k lol

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Miguel glances at his phone yet again, admittedly a little worried. The cute cafe you work at had been busy today, filled to the brim with customers. When you had texted him earlier that you would be late for your movie night, he understood. In return, he had replied that he could eventually pick you up, asking at what time you would be done. You haven't responded though, probably too occupied with cleaning the place.

It's thankfully not too late just yet, but it's started raining dogs and cats since about an hour back. He just hopes you'll catch the bus to HQ.

Thankfully, he doesn't have to wait all too long, a sudden knock at his door sounding through his room.

His room is admittedly bigger than the other spiders' rooms who stay. His looking more like an apartment, the only thing missing is a livingroom and a diningroom. It's basically a small studio apartment.

It doesn't take him long to open the door. The first thing he notices when he does so is that you're completely drenched. 

He sighs as he lets you in.

" Why didn't you take the bus? " He asks, going straight to the point.

" Because I would have to wait more than thirty minutes. Walking was faster. Hello to you too by the way." You roll your eyes.

He doesn't miss the shivering of your body.

" Yeah, hey. You should've called me. " He scolds you, yet again.

" Yeah, yeah. I won't die from a little rain Miguel, relax." You tell him, before sniffing once you've taken your shoes off.

The two of you suddenly find yourself in a bit of an awkward stare. The one where his thoughts are running through his head and you're really trying to figure it out without communicating.

' Yeah. she's going to be sick tomorrow.'

'Bet he's thinking about throwing some pizzas in'

" Are you thinking of pizzas?"  You ask him, making him blink.

" Yes, totally. Go shower while I throw them in the oven." He tells you, turning his back to you.

You blink, confused. You don't have a change of your clothes lying around at his place. However, before any words can leave your now opened mouth, a bunch of clothes are thrown at you, along with a towel.

" Just wear my stuff, I don't care. Just don't want your ass sick in the morning." He says, hurriedly walking into the kitchen.

That was a lie, he actually very much does care. Especially about you wearing his stuff.

Miguel is a domestic man, especially after all he's been through. The idea of the two of you hanging out, cuddling up like you sometimes do, whilst wearing his clothes creates a pleasant image in his head.

It doesn't take long before you're out of the shower, and soon enough the two of you are eating pizza whilst arguing over what movie to watch. Eventually (after a whole while, the pizzas are actually already through), the two of you set on watching an action film.

And as the two of you move to sit on his bed like usual, he notices you glancing at him a little more than usual.

" What is it?" He asks as he glances back at you.

" Can we cuddle?" You ask him, biting your lip.

He gives you a smile as he nods.

" Sure."

He hopes you don't notice the slight blush on his cheeks.

-

When he wakes the next morning, he notices a few things. One, you're pressed up to his side, cuddling into his large frame, your face buried in his chest. Two, how well rested he feels. It's been a good while since he felt like this. And three, you're way too hot to not be sick.

With a soft sigh, he contemplates on his decision. He wants to stay home to take care of you, but he's also supposed to look for anomalies a few floors down.

It's embarrassing how quick he actually manages to make a decision. 

Would it even be worth fighting for the multiverse if you aren't in his?

And so he finds himself putting together an amount of hologram screens and such to be able to work from his apartment.

It takes a while before you wake up, but when you do, you merely turn on your ass and fall back asleep in a ridiculous position again. However, not too long after that, you wake again, looking around a little confused whilst you sit up. You wrap the blanket closer around you, wrapping yourself completely up in it with the exception of your face.

" Hm?" 

" I feel like a boiled sausage." You grunt in annoyance, before flopping down on his bed again.

He can't help but smile.

" I'm afraid you're sick, Perla." He tells you.

You curl up.

" What? No I'm not. Feel great'." You grumble sarcastically.

He shakes his head.

" What would you like for breakfast?" He asks in return.

You let out a dramatic sigh.

" Nothing, my stumic feels queasy- Wait, since when are you able to work from up here?" You ask, noticing he now actually has a chair in his room. And a desk. And a lot of screens.

" Since today. And still, you should eat." He says as he gets up.

Whilst he walks off to do whatever, you take a moment to study his new set up. You've never really paid any attention to his work before, not really liking 'office work' as you tend to call it. A moment later he returns, a plate with food in hand. He hands it to you wordlessly. You get up from his bed to eat (you're not a psycho).

" Soo, am I helping with work today?" You ask him, leaning onto his chair from behind him. You try to ignore the obvious shivers of your skin. You definitely have a fever.

He glances at you.

" No. You're going to lie down and rest. I'm going to work." He tells you before he gets up.

To your utter suprise, he turns to you, his huge posture suddenly looming over yours. With gentle hands, he leads you backwards to his bed, your knees bending when the back of your legs touch the bed. He bends down to maneuver the rest of your body onto the bed, getting you to lay sideways. He tucks you in aswell, before the two of you end up staring awkwardly at one another yet again.

" G'night." He greets you, before turning to his hologram screens again.

You watch him work for a moment, studying the screens as well. There's nothing interesting currently happening. It doesn't take long before you doze off.

Miguel watches you once you've fallen asleep fondly. He's really falling further and further into the feelings he's hiding for you. In moments like this, he believes he could do it. Maybe he could be happily in a relationship with you while also helping the multiverse. He shakes his head, running his hands over his face before sighing deeply. What the hell is he starting to think about? He's spiderman. He can't have you, no matter how bad he wants you.

With another deep sigh, he makes a hard decision.

He has to create space between the two of you.

[ A/N: Next update'll take a while, I'm on a vacay with my mum for next week so see ya'll after that.]

004

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[jebewonmorelike]

If You Love Me, You'll Give Me Your Robux

wc: 587 pronouns: she/her (he/him and they/them versions below original! <3 love u fellow alphabet mafia) warnings: none; fluffy fluff :) summary: jay just won't stop playing roblox (and he never will) ~bp masterlist~  ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ hi so... starting this little adventure. i was a fanfiction writer way back in the day. like a decade ago i wrote various one direction, 5sos, and youtuber fanfics when i was 13. i'm sure some kids watching boys planet are 13 now and that is terrifying to me. anyway, i decided to try my hand at some drabbles again after a long hiatus. please send requests or asks and we can talk about boys planet and whatnot. be my friend pls. :) and also enjoy.

"Jay, can we please just go out to dinner or something already? You've been staring at that screen for hours."

You hated nagging Jay, but at this point it seemed more than necessary. Sure, he was enjoying his time off from filming Boys Planet and you were more than happy to have him home in your arms for a couple weeks before he had to leave for the second mission. But when all he wanted to do for the last 48 hours was play Roblox, you were admittedly getting bored... and a tad bit annoyed (... and the teensiest bit jealous).

Jay doesn't respond and you sigh dramatically from where you are laying on his bed, scrolling hopelessly through Instagram as you wait for your boyfriend to pay attention to you.

"Jay!" You call out to him again, but still he doesn't reply. "Jay, I swear to--."

"Who do you swear to, huh?" He says finally, turning to face you with an expectant smirk. "God is not gonna help you pry me away from Roblox. No one is capable of that."

"Could you hear me the whole time?" You ask, already knowing the answer.

He nods, sucking his teeth in contemplation. "I could. Including when you called me a--."

"Alright, alright," you cut him off with a groan. "Sorry for that. But I'm bored! You haven't seen your beautiful, perfect girlfriend in almost a month and here she is, sitting so pretty on your bed of all places and all you can do is play Roblox."

Jay just looks more amused. "You're really hyping yourself up there."

You collapse back onto his bed, completely defeated by your smartass boyfriend's annoying wit. You lie there, staring at the ceiling for a few moments before you hear Jay giggle. You feel something hit your arm and search for the culprit next to you, finally picking up what appears to be a crumpled up sticky note. 

You open it, reading what's written messily inside:

you do look perfect XD 

You turn it over to read the back:

even from this really unflattering angle you've provided me <3

"Thanks," you say reluctantly, sighing as you sit back up to look at him.

He's grinning, but your heart breaks a bit at how tired he looks. "Is it okay if I just play for the rest of today? I'm sorry it feels like I'm ignoring you. I'm just exhausted and I feel kind of sick from the time change. I'll literally be all yours tomorrow."

"Of course, Jay. I understand," you agree with a smile, making a mental note to check that he sleeps well tonight. "But aren't you always all mine?"

Jay nods at you cheekily. "Always, gorgeous."

Your boyfriend turns back to his computer, pulling his headphones back over his ears. You look at him for a few moments, admiring the view.

"Stop staring," he says abruptly with a laugh and you turn away, grabbing your laptop from your bag and flipping it open. 

A few minutes later, Jay's laugh sounds through his bedroom. You steal a glimpse to see him shaking his head and rubbing his hands across his face. "You are relentless!"

You bite your lip to keep from grinning, typing something into the Roblox chat: 

you can't escape me

i don't want to

GIVE ME ALL YOUR ROBUX

wait what no are you robbing me? babe wtf 

i love u :(

if you love me, you'll give me all your robux... 

i want the violet valkyrie ( •̀ᴗ•́ )و ̑̑

for sweet he/him-using boys :)

"Jay, can we please just go out to dinner or something already? You've been staring at that screen for hours."

You hated nagging Jay, but at this point it seemed more than necessary. Sure, he was enjoying his time off from filming Boys Planet and you were more than happy to have him home in your arms for a couple weeks before he had to leave for the second mission. But when all he wanted to do for the last 48 hours was play Roblox, you were admittedly getting bored... and a tad bit annoyed (... and the teensiest bit jealous).

Jay doesn't respond and you sigh dramatically from where you are laying on his bed, scrolling hopelessly through Instagram as you wait for your boyfriend to pay attention to you.

"Jay!" You call out to him again, but still he doesn't reply. "Jay, I swear to--."

"Who do you swear to, huh?" He says finally, turning to face you with an expectant smirk. "God is not gonna help you pry me away from Roblox. No one is capable of that."

"Could you hear me the whole time?" You ask, already knowing the answer.

He nods, sucking his teeth in contemplation. "I could. Including when you called me a--."

"Alright, alright," you cut him off with a groan. "Sorry for that. But I'm bored! You haven't seen your handsome, perfect boyfriend in almost a month and here he is, sitting so magnificently on your bed of all places and all you can do is play Roblox."

Jay just looks more amused. "You're really hyping yourself up there."

You collapse back onto his bed, completely defeated by your smartass boyfriend's annoying wit. You lie there, staring at the ceiling for a few moments before you hear Jay giggle. You feel something hit your arm and search for the culprit next to you, finally picking up what appears to be a crumpled up sticky note. 

You open it, reading what's written messily inside:

you do look perfect XD 

You turn it over to read the back:

even from this really unflattering angle you've provided me <3

"Thanks," you say reluctantly, sighing as you sit back up to look at him.

He's grinning, but your heart breaks a bit at how tired he looks. "Is it okay if I just play for the rest of today? I'm sorry it feels like I'm ignoring you. I'm just exhausted and I feel kind of sick from the time change. I'll literally be all yours tomorrow."

"Of course, Jay. I understand," you agree with a smile, making a mental note to check that he sleeps well tonight. "But aren't you always all mine?"

Jay nods at you cheekily. "Always, gorgeous."

Your boyfriend turns back to his computer, pulling his headphones back over his ears. You look at him for a few moments, admiring the view.

"Stop staring," he says abruptly with a laugh and you turn away, grabbing your laptop from your bag and flipping it open. 

A few minutes later, Jay's laugh sounds through his bedroom. You steal a glimpse to see him shaking his head and rubbing his hands across his face. "You are relentless!"

You bite your lip to keep from grinning, typing something into the Roblox chat: 

you can't escape me

i don't want to

GIVE ME ALL YOUR ROBUX

wait what no are you robbing me? babe wtf 

i love u :(

if you love me, you'll give me your robux...

i want the violet valkyrie ( •̀ᴗ•́ )و ̑̑

for nonbinary folx that use they/them pronouns :)

"Jay, can we please just go out to dinner or something already? You've been staring at that screen for hours."

You hated nagging Jay, but at this point it seemed more than necessary. Sure, he was enjoying his time off from filming Boys Planet and you were more than happy to have him home in your arms for a couple weeks before he had to leave for the second mission. But when all he wanted to do for the last 48 hours was play Roblox, you were admittedly getting bored... and a tad bit annoyed (... and the teensiest bit jealous).

Jay doesn't respond and you sigh dramatically from where you are laying on his bed, scrolling hopelessly through Instagram as you wait for your boyfriend to pay attention to you.

"Jay!" You call out to him again, but still he doesn't reply. "Jay, I swear to--."

"Who do you swear to, huh?" He says finally, turning to face you with an expectant smirk. "God is not gonna help you pry me away from Roblox. No one is capable of that."

"Could you hear me the whole time?" You ask, already knowing the answer.

He nods, sucking his teeth in contemplation. "I could. Including when you called me a--."

"Alright, alright," you cut him off with a groan. "Sorry for that. But I'm bored! You haven't seen your gorgeous, perfect partner in almost a month and here they are, sitting so stunningly on your bed of all places and all you can do is play Roblox."

Jay just looks more amused. "You're really hyping yourself up there."

You collapse back onto his bed, completely defeated by your smartass boyfriend's annoying wit. You lie there, staring at the ceiling for a few moments before you hear Jay giggle. You feel something hit your arm and search for the culprit next to you, finally picking up what appears to be a crumpled up sticky note. 

You open it, reading what's written messily inside:

you do look perfect XD 

You turn it over to read the back:

even from this really unflattering angle you've provided me <3

"Thanks," you say reluctantly, sighing as you sit back up to look at him.

He's grinning, but your heart breaks a bit at how tired he looks. "Is it okay if I just play for the rest of today? I'm sorry it feels like I'm ignoring you. I'm just exhausted and I feel kind of sick from the time change. I'll literally be all yours tomorrow."

"Of course, Jay. I understand," you agree with a smile, making a mental note to check that he sleeps well tonight. "But aren't you always all mine?"

Jay nods at you cheekily. "Always, gorgeous."

Your boyfriend turns back to his computer, pulling his headphones back over his ears. You look at him for a few moments, admiring the view.

"Stop staring," he says abruptly with a laugh and you turn away, grabbing your laptop from your bag and flipping it open. 

A few minutes later, Jay's laugh sounds through his bedroom. You steal a glimpse to see him shaking his head and rubbing his hands across his face. "You are relentless!"

You bite your lip to keep from grinning, typing something into the Roblox chat: 

you can't escape me

i don't want to

GIVE ME ALL YOUR ROBUX

wait what no are you robbing me? babe wtf 

i love u :(

if you love me, you'll give me your roblux...

i want the violet valkyrie ( •̀ᴗ•́ )و ̑̑

[calamityandme]

I’ve had a better couple of days thank goodness.

Yesterday I had a “me” day. I played a lot of BG3. ROMANCED ASTARION! It was at the tiefling party/bonfire or whatever. It was so fun lol.

I made myself chicken and dumplings for dinner that night. Spent time with Danny. Overall a good day.

✨(I need to talk about my special interests now)✨

Today I cleaned for R. I had a slightly different list than usual. I didn’t clean parts of the upstairs bathroom because she had already cleaned them, for example. I decided to switch things up with my listening selection. While I cleaned I listened to Rhett and Link’s podcast Ear Biscuits on Spotify. I hadn’t listened to them in a while because I’ve been enjoying cleaning while listening to my library audiobooks, but I remembered that they do special sex themed episodes during the month of September called Sextember so I checked those out.

I really enjoy those episodes of Ear Biscuits. I enjoyed What Are Our Sex Lives Like? (Ep. 395).

I listened to half of EP. 394 Kinks We’ve Tried (Or Will Try) but it was also funny. I only listened to half because I had finished cleaning by then, nothing against them. I plan on finishing it sometime soon.

I want to go on a little bit of a Rhett and Link tangent lol. I have been watching Rhett and Link’s content ever since I was first given access to YouTube. I was introduced to them when I stumbled across their video Squirrel Rights Song.

I have watched Rhett and Link videos at many varying points in my life. Sometimes almost religiously watching uploads, other times forgetting about them for a year until I’m recommended an interesting Good Mythical Morning segment by the YouTube algorithm.

Their videos are just a safe place for me. I have definitely looked up to Rhett and Link as father figures in my life when my dad wasn’t there when I needed him. Rhett and Link had time for me every morning lol. That was enough to leave a good impression on me. I even wrote to them back in the day and drew something of me and my friend meeting Rhett and Link lol. I was 17 and she was 15 at the time lol. Looking back, I’m sure if I actually ended up sending them my letters/package that the drawing of the two grown men standing next to two teenage girls would probably be creepy lol. Maybe it was a good thing those letters stayed in my sentiment box.

I loved the first Good Mythical Evening. I paid for it so my friend and I could watch it together. My friend C is also a long-time fan of Rhett and Link.

I just have enjoyed their content and how it’s changed over the years. I loved the small town commercials, the rap battles, the many GMM changes and skits that have stuck with me throughout the years (Moolissa, Cotton Candy Randy✨). I have a lot of good memories with their content.

But anyways done talking about that lol.

I went to this coffee shop by my work and got myself a special coffee to celebrate going to work today. I really contemplated calling in sick today but I knew in my bones I needed to get it over with.

A few days ago I tried to get coffee from this place and I didn’t have enough money to get the coffee, so i apologized and left the drive thru coffeeless. I thought I had enough but I was $2 short. Today I asked to pay for 2 coffees and only get 1 to make up for my grievance. They were nice about it.

It felt really good to pay for the coffee I couldn’t have earlier. I got myself some lunch and dropped some things off at a donation center near me before going back home for the day.

I played more BG3 today lol. Started watching this alien movie called Arrival. It’s pretty good so far. I have just been trying to take it easy since today was my “hardest” day of the week. Hard meaning most physically exhausting I would say.

Tomorrow is engagement photos. I’m so so nervous but excited. I know I’m fat and I’ll look fat so I’m trying to brace myself. Fat doesn’t equal bad. I am fat and that’s okay. I’m beautiful because of me and everything that I am. Mantra for photos ✨ I’m excited for my mom and maybe nana to see our venue too.

I’ll end this post with some marigolds from our garden. Ignore the dirt lol.

[originsoflemontrails]

This week started out as promising. I planned ahead because I know it was going to be busy--especially my Tuesday class. It's only Thursday but I am so tired. Taken in another perspective: finally. it's already Thursday. I have 2 more remaining classes for the week before I can recharge.

I was proud of myself last Saturday because I was able to focus for 4 hours. It was a small win because I feel like with all my depleted motivation for law school, I wouldn't be able to achieve an hour of productivity-- it just keeps me distracted at something else: life outside law school, hobbies to take up, books to read etc. But this Tuesday class compels me to study and it is working lol. I also want to exert more effort on that class because it's my second time taking it so the goal is to truly comprehend it-- even if it takes the life out of me. I like the professor and my classmates too (more on this soon, hopefully).

Anyway, by Wednesday I was drained. However I was also sad and frustrated that day because of a group project. I feel like our group's dibs system lacks balance. When it was time for me to choose, the only thing left was the actual pleading. Pleadings take a long time to make especially when you want to win a case-- however, we had less than 24 hours to pass it AND only one person will be working on it-- that was me. So I was working at 4-9 in the morning and drafted the pleading straight after shift until 5 or 6pm. I was also the one who compiled and edited it all (this was voluntary-- but also unnecessary T_T *take note @/self!!) it was never-ending and my whole pleading was a mess not to mention I was sick at the time. In the end, I just wanted to get it done since I've been going on it for straight hours already and I was awake since 4am-- I couldn't care less anymore. It's just sad and frustrating that we couldn't have a better system for the group since some got easy tasks while others fight limb to limb just to finish it T_T. Anyway I called in sick the next morning for work. Thank God we had a free cut today. I am still contemplating if I should attend classes tomorrow since it will be face to face and I'm not quite healed yet. I am also still reeling from the pleading task I made. It was very traumatizing. That also proved that I might not take up litigation work if I ever become an attorney. But we'll see.

I wish we had free cut tomorrow too :( I still need to prepare for my Tuesday class for next week. Hopefully the blues disappear this weekend.

[yeojagroup]

long life update under the cut !

been having a really rough go of things lately. like loss & grief has just been following me around like a dark cloud, and it's been so stressful as well as painful that i haven't really articulated how bad things have been to anyone. trying to make sense of it all and put all the events in a chronological order doesn't help much either. i lost two uncles last year, and started this year off with my mom in the ICU over the winter holiday for ketoacidis and a blockage in her heart. another close call, another scare. i've tried to process and had to compartmentalize just to get by. she's not gonna take her health seriously or ever change, and you know what. i've accepted that. but i got into a car accident yesterday with her where she literally , barreled headfirst into a parked car and was far more under the influence than she lead me to believe. it scared the shit out of me. looking at the pics scares the shit out of me, because we got the brunt of the damage, and i know it was 100% her fault.

however she's been so .. blase about it, even told me "i don't think i did anything wrong." she rly should've gotten a DUI but, by gods grace and the fact that it was !! a parked car !! we got off clean exchanging info & insurance information .. i also forgot to mention that my dad caught covid. *deep breath* DKSGHKDHG and i cried really hard yesterday, everything kind of hitting me all at once, and felt like i was getting sick. i made myself some warm tea. i was supposed to go to the ENT today but woke up feeling super fatigued and my throat felt like i swallowed shards of glass ... so i cancelled. plus it later occurred to me i wouldn't have gotten past the covid screening anyway ,

*deep breath* x2 ,, anyway, i took a covid test at my dads behest but i think , , i did it wrong n maybe got a false positive. i'll take another tomorrow if i'm not feeling better. DSKGHDKGH i'm only , able to function and communicate at this level because i've taken 3 tylenol-4s to get out of pain / not have my throat feel like its on fire .. but it's been A lot and i've literally just been compartmentalizing and suppressing my needs and emotions, and i think. my body is definitely keeping score. when it rains, it pours. i'm soaked to the bone and trying to weather the storm, clinging to the soggy pages of media that lets me contemplate somebody elses problems for a while.

[chocolate-teapots]

He’s Soft: Dinger Holfield

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                   Joel had a lot to say about you now you weren’t there.

                                  And Dinger didn’t like it one bit. 

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Warnings: swearing, the world faggot, homophobia, bullying, references to violence, mentions of sex, jealous Dinger. 

I was clutching my books realising how no one had bumped shoulders with me since I was seen with my new friends.

I even sped up a little, whistled made extreme eye-contact and no one dared look my way just in case one of the guys found out. Some of the girls even stared at me in admiration to have such boys looking out for me constantly. They were always just that one step behind me but also in front.

Sidney, a girl from my English ran up to me calling my name to make me stop. Poor thing looked like she'd been running for hours. Her hair was dishevelled and her face was as red as her shoes.

"What's up, Sid?" I continue cruising by her side.

"Didn't you hear what happened at lunch today?" she started poking my arm, expecting me to know something that I shouldn't.

There was probably a fight that I didn't care enough about to bother witnessing. Nothing happened today.

"Oh my! Did people eat?"

She slaps my arm.

"No silly. There was an outburst between Joel and Dinger. I don't know the full story but Sheila told Betty that Joel was saying bad things about what he wanted to do to you and Robin told Tom, Cameron's friend, that Dinger totally was there for you and put that asshole in his place."

"What!"

----

half-hour earlier

"Hey, Bobby, Joel."

Dinger sat down next to Bobby and Joel. They seemed to be deep in discussion with each other. Dinger didn't really want to interfere but the worried face of his new friend was in his mind, telling her constantly that she deserves better.

"How're things with Y/N Joel?" he asks, squinting at the sun in his eyes and spitting his name next to yours as if it was poison.

Bobby turned in Joel's direction, agreeing with his friend's question with the same curiosity.

"Yeah Joel, how are things?"

Did Bobby know something he didn't? His heart began to race and fist began to tighten.

Joel took a second to contemplate, chuckling with a scoff to himself. Things weren't looking so good already at this point to Dinger and he wondered if there was a missing piece to this puzzle that Y/N or Joel or even Bobby wasn't telling him.

"Well it's just, I'm a guy you know and things are just so- lacking. All this romance shit is tearing me to pieces. And she's so hot I just wanna grab her and... you know?"

Dinger sat up a little on the wall, Bobby searching his face for the same reaction.

"No Joel, I don't think I do know."

Joel was looking for confidence as his friends were staring at him in a way that he was intimidated by. He knew that he was doing something wrong but Dinger didn't have to know and he didn't really understand why it was so wrong in the first place.

"Sorry to interrupt but I believe you're being a little vague to Dinger Joel, you know one of Y/N's new buddies?"

He turns to his dearest friend, whose worried face contrasted with his crazy carefree red locks.

"Dinger, Joel was just telling me that he wants to use Y/N so hard until she cries. He wants to- what was it? Grab her hair and swing her around like a pinwheel? Want her to do as she's told just to show all the other guys and girls who's boss. Isn't that right, Joel?"

Joel was white, hearing his own words from Bobby's smart-ass mouth was like a punch in the stomach, like a badly remembered memory and it turned him sick to his stomach. Of course, he wanted all those things but in this group, you were always told never to speak your mind no matter how fucked it was.

Dinger looks at Joel in disgust, more than Bobby somehow even though his eyebrows here down to his dirty socks. He continued to sit, manspreading like there was no tomorrow and seeing only blurry red smudged everywhere in his vision.

"How dare you be so fake to somebody only to say things so disgusting and god damn awful behind their back? You're an airhead Joel. I warned Y/N but I don't know what you've said to her but she has somehow come to think the sun shines outta your asshole. You and I both know that is total bullshit man. Major."

Joel goes to speak.

"I don't wanna hear a god damn fucking thing you have to say because I know it's all from your dick and not from your heart or even your head. I will make sure- no I'll promise that she never trusts you again. Later."

He goes to leave but not before whispering to none but himself:

"Is there any love left in our universe?"

Joel grows a pair, finally planning and editing the words he wants to say to win this battle and keep his crown just for the next few days even

"You what, faggot?"

Time seemed to stop for every single member of that friendship group. The yard went silent and all you could hear were the sudden gulps of a dozen teenagers riding out the wave of suspense.

"Faggot? I'm a faggot for having feelings Joel and respect? If that makes me a faggot then consider me the all singing all dancing faggot of the fucking universe," he snaps, head moving, hands throwing, teeth-gritting.

Dinger Holfield was present.

"How are you so different then huh? I'm sure a million bitches at this school would gladly announce how played they were by Mr Dinger Holfield."

"I didn't love any of those women Joel. If I loved a woman- if I loved Y/N I would take her out only when she wanted, spoil her if she needed, let her be an independent woman. Wait for everything until she was ready. I would never rush her into anything because why? Because I'm a decent guy at the best of times. I fight, talk shit, do shit but I am not a shit."

"Now, later."

---

I did try to find Dinger but at the same time I was pissed at both of them

Who was Joel to own me like that?

Who was Dinger to decide my life like that?

I needed to take a chill pill so I just went home. And, it was really working until the doorbell rang.

At the other end of the chipped paint was a worried-looking redhead who looked as long he hadn't blinked, ate, talked since 'the incident'. I didn't know what to say and neither did he so we both just leaned against the doorframe, gazing at each other but my glare was a little stronger.

"Have you got anything to say for yourself?"

He was taken aback as if a wind inside my house had blown him off of the step.

"Me? Are you kidding? What side of the story did you hear?"

"The right version, now tell me how is this any of your business at all?" I asked, a little hurt in my voice as I realised that someone was trying to control me like a third possessive parent that I didn't need today.

"What's your damage Y/N I'm sick of seeing him treat you like that. I can't hide my hurt anymore every time he grabs your chin to kiss you or glares at guys when they ask you for help with their homework. It's sick demented shit. And, I can't hide the fact that I love you anymore either," he mumbles the last part, declining in confidence suddenly.

I laugh in my place, sounding too much like Joel at one point. He shrinks twice in size.

"Oh please, you don't even know what that means Holfield. It's too late anyway, I'm going with Joel," I cross my arms, trying to pull myself from the fantasy of my life together with Dinger.

How different my life would be if I was going with Dinger.

"I won't beg you into loving me but don't waste your life on an asshole like him, for me. I'm not always right but I know this time I really do, I know what I'm talking about. Guys like them just hit it and quit Y/N," he gets closer to me, his puff of hair finally taller than me.

I lift my eyebrows, that lifestyle was copied and pasted into that entire friendship group. Who was he to judge? Why was he so god damn special?

"Isn't this a little hypocritical?"

"What? No! I only hang out with chicks- women, that know what they're signing up for. They're not being played, they know what's happening."

"How am I any different, how do I know this isn't some kind of move to steal me off of Joel?"

"Is it working?"

Seriously?

"No, you're not being vulnerable or truthful enough to me," my arms cross harder, scared of the rest of the lies he'd unleash upon me and how ready I was to believe them.

Dinger was the bad guy and not Joel.

"I'm a virgin."

Proving his devotion he turns around to the watchers in the street shouting at the top of his lungs and pointing to himself.

"Virgin! Virgin right here. Soy virgen! Dinger Holfield is a virgin!"

I laugh into my hand, and people in the street turn to a red-faced and haired Dinger to look at him. He takes the next step up to the door frame, eyelashes tickling my own we were so close.

"Listen to me. You can listen, leave Joel and be happy with a guy who loves you for you. Or, you can give me a shot and if you hate it I will leave you alone and never come back."

He gulps at the thought alone and what made tears prick my eyes was that at that same time, i gulped too. Despite knowing him for only a few months, I couldn't imagine a school day without him, never mind an eternity.

I cry at the monster that I've been wasting so many things on, the first kiss, first real handholding, first date, first makeout, first skipping of school. I hung my head low, tears hitting the grime of the boy's boots in front of me. When I think about it Dinger has given me the warmest welcome to the school, introduced me to all his friends the day he almost knocked me over in the hallway, carried my books, listened to my concerns and told me what I should do only for my own sake.

His finger tickles my chin, bringing my saddened eyes to his beautiful ones. He smiles knowingly, not in an I-told-you-so way but in a way I could not explain.

"May I?" he asked.

"Yes."

He tilts his head, leaning in as if I'm made of slightly shattered glass. Although I'd done it before, it felt like the first time all over again and I felt my hold of his waist slacking and trembling. Checking again in my eyes and dragging his gaze from my lips, he sees the want in my eyes and connects our lips. We're standing on a doorstep, in a world full of dirty shame and dirty people having an innocent and pure moment.

An older man and lady observed from across the street, smiling in each other's embrace as they recalled their older memories together and the years they had spent in complete bliss.

"Remember our days like that? They were the best times, still are."

[reimagine7]

Mother’s day surprise

Part three of  “It’s complicated... (Part 1)”  and “Thanks for giving us a chance (Part 2) 

“Hey Y/n/n, so how is camp?” Y/n was currently at the U15 girl’s soccer camp. Gotta confess I’m really proud of her, even though she is younger than most of the girls she is getting her space on the team. “It’s hard, but also super cool. I already made a lot of friends.” “That’s great Cupcake, we miss you.” Christen told her “I miss you both too. It’s a bummer that I’m not gonna be able to spend mother’s day with you tomorrow.” “I know, unfortunately this happens a lot in sports. But we are so proud of you and we will be using our ‘Stone’ jerseys while we watch the game tomorrow.”

“Actually, this reminds me of something I want to talk to you both about.” “What?” “So, I’m doing something tomorrow and I don’t know if you are going to be okay with it.” “What do you mean Y/n? What are you doing?” “I can’t tell, but you will find out tomorrow.” “You’re okay?” Christen asked, a little preoccupied. “Yeah, it's nothing bad. And I hope you like it, but it’s kind of going to confirm things, if they still have any doubts.” “Confirm thing? What are you talking about?” I was now confused. “ You will see tomorrow. I gotta go now, but I love you and I will call you after the game.”

“What do you think she means by that?” I asked Chris. “No idea, guess we’ll have to wait to find out. Come on let’s go to bed”

--

I can’t believe how much time has passed. Looks like yesterday Christen was knocking at our door and meeting her for the first time, and now here we are, married, retired and watching Y/n/n playing a game on the tv for the youth national team.

“What it’s in this pretty little head of yours?” Chris asked me. Today is Mother’s day and me and Chris were cuddling on the couch waiting for Y/n’s game to start. “I was just thinking about how everything passed so fast, how much things have changed for the better.” “Oh, tell me about it. A few years back when people asked you about Y/n all you could said was ‘It’s complicated’ and now here you are celebrating mother’s day with her. Do you remember the first time she called you mom?”  “She thought a lot about it. Remember the story my mom told me about the night she went to sleep at her house?”

Flashback

“Grandma?! Can I ask you a question?” “Of course honey. What is it?” Y/n was with a little frown on her face. “Can someone have two moms?” “Oh… of course. Some people have a mom and a dad, but others can have two moms or two dads.” Y/n sigh not satisfied with the answer “I know, but that was not what I meant.” “That was not what you meant? So what was it?” Y/n didn’t answer right away, contemplating on what to say. “Never mind, it is not important.” “Of course it is, if it is bothering you, you can ask.” “What you said is like when two people love each other, but what if they don’t? Can a person still have two moms, even if they are not a couple?” “You mean if they get divorce?” Y/n pout frustrated that she was not being understood. “Noo, they were never a couple.” “Sorry honey, but I don’t understand what you mean.” “Forget it, it doesn't matter.” “Y/n/n…” Y/n was going back to her room, giving up on trying to make her grandma understand her doubt, when Grandpa intervened. “Yes they can.” “What?!” “A kid can have two moms, even if they are not a couple.” “Really?” She had wide eyes, hopeful for her grandpa's answers. “Yeah, when I was a kid, I had a friend that had a really nice mom, but one day his mom got sick and went to heaven. But later he got adopted…” “Just like me and Toby?” “Yes, just like you and Toby. And then got a new mom.” Y/n was carefully listening to every word he said. “But even if he got a new mom, the first one still was his mom?” “Of course, they both were.” “Okay... And he called her mom?” “He did. Until today he does.” “Uhumm…” She said thinking about his answer. “And his first mom didn’t get mad?” “No, because all she wanted is for him to be loved and she knew that this is what he was getting.” She showed her biggest smile ever and said. “Thanks grandpa!!” “That’s all?” “Yeah, I think I’m going to sleep now. Goodnight!!” And with that she left.

Flashback ends

“Yeah, and you got so emotional when she called you mom after we came back from camp.” Christen said, kissing me on the cheek. 

Flashback

“Christen!!” Y/n came running in our direction and jumped on Christen’s arms. “Hi cupcake!! I miss you!” “I miss you too, this much!” She opened her arms as wide as she could. “Oh my god, that is too much. What are we gonna do about it?” “Sleepover!!” “Yeah, I think that is a good idea.” “Hi to you too Y/n/n. Good to know that I’ve been missed.” I poked Y/n’s belly. “Someone is jealous.”  Christen whispered. “Of course, I give her food, home and love everyday and I don’t even get a hug.” “Silly Toby, I missed you too.” Y/n moved from Chris's arms to mine’s. “Good to know, I missed you too kid. Now I’ll think about this sleepover.” “Oh come on Heath, you know you want that too.” Chris said, wrapping her arms around my waist. “Pretty please?!” Y/n looked at me with a pleading face. “Oh, how can I say no to that face?” “Yes!! Sleepover!” 

When at home, we ate dinner and now it was bedtime for Y/n.

“I think it’s time for someone to go to bed.” “No, I’m still awake.” “Almost, and I already let you pass 1 hour of your bedtime. Come on, give Chis a kiss and let's go.” “Fine, goodnight Chris.” She hugged Chris. “Goodnight cupcake.” “Come on. To bed we go.” I caught her and lifted her up across the room. 

I put her in bed and covered her. “You’re good? Need anything?” “All good! You know that I missed you too, right? I was just happy to see Chris.” “I know, I was just messing. I love you.” I said, giving her a kiss on the head. “Love you too, with all my heart.” “Okay, if you need anything you know where to find me. Goodnight my little dreamer.” “Goodnight mom!”

What? I heard that right? She just called me… No, it can’t be. But, I heard it. I’m not dreaming. 

“Y/n/n?”

She didn’t respond, she was already sleeping. Oh, no! What do I do now? I started my way back to the living room and when I noticed I was crying.

“Tobin? What is wrong? Why are you crying?” I sit by her side on the couch. “She called me mom.” “She what?” “She just called me mom. Like out of nothing. I told her goodnight and then she answered ‘goodnight mom.’” “Oh, this is a big step. And are we happy?” “I… I…” I left a big sigh. “Yeah, I think so. I mean it is not wrong right?” “Why would it be wrong?”  “I mean, Jess is her real mom. But it's okay, right? I mean she is my daughter as well, I adopted her. It’s okay for me to feel good about it.” Christen hugged me and left a kiss on my forehead “Of course it is Tobin. Just because she called you mom, doesn’t mean she forgot Jess.” “It feels so good.” “And what did you answer?” “Nothing, I froze.” “Oh, Tobin…” “But what if she didn’t mean it? What if she forgets about it tomorrow?” “Okay, first, calm down. Be happy about it, enjoy the moment.” “Yeah.” I take big breaths. “Second, just talk to her tomorrow, ask if she remembers. If she does good, but if she doesn’t, give her time, maybe it's just something she hasn’t thought about yet. But if she said it now, then she will probably say it again.” “You’re right! But I hope she remembers.” “Me too, I love when you have this smile on your face. You deserve it baby.” She gives me a peck. “Oh my god, she called me mom!!” “She did!!”

Flashback ends

“You were so nervous the next day, but everything ended up alright. Even though you cried for a week after that.” Christen mocked me. “I know, but you are one to talk about. Do you remember the day she asked you to be her mom?”

Flashback

We were getting ice cream, Chris and Y/n were sitting at the bench in the park, waiting for me. 

“Chris, will you and Toby get married?” “Oh, yeah, one day. But we haven’t decided on when.” “And when you marry her, will you be my mom as well?” “Your mom?” “Yeah.” “Well, we are gonna have to see what Tobin thinks of that. She is your mom, right?” “Right.” Christen was about to ask her ‘why the question’ when Tobin came back with the ice creams. “Here are your ice creams, one of chocolate and vanilla and another of strawberry.”

It was night and we were in the living room about to watch a movie. Chris was taking a shower and me and Y/n were waiting for her. “So what movie are we gonna watch tonight?” Y/n said without thinking. “Shrek?” “Shrek sounds good. Let’s wait for Chris to finish showering and then we decide. Okay?” “Yeah. Mom, can I ask you a question?” “Of course.” “When you marry Chris, will she be my mom as well?” Oh, I didn’t see that coming. “Well, we are gonna have to ask Chris and see what she thinks about it. It is something you would like?” But before she could answer Chris came back. “Okay, I’m ready. Have you both chosen the movie already?” “We picked Shrek. Do you like it?” “Of course. Great choice.”

After a while I noticed Y/n was a little quieter than normal. Chris noticed as well, because she texted me. 

C: It’s just me or Y/n/n is not watching the movie?

T: Yeah, she’s definitely not.

C: What’s wrong? 

T: Don’t know, she was fine moments before we started.

*Phones ring*

“Oh, it’s my dad. Hi dad.”  “Hi babe. How are you?” “I’m good. I’m with Tobin and Y/n/n watching a movie.” “Oh, hi Tobin.” I appeared on the screen. “Hi Cody.” “And where is my troublemaker? Is she there?” “Yes, I’m here grand… Cody.” “Oh, I can see you. Are you having fun?” “Yes, we ate pizza with ice cream today!” “Uhum, that's good. Chocolate or vanilla?” “Both.” “And there is even a question Cody. These are the best.” Chriten's mom appeared on the screen. “Hi gran.. hi Stacy!!” “Hi honey!! I miss you, when will we be seeing you again?” “Don’t know. Mom?” “We are going there for Chris’s birthday, remember? Right after Christmas.” “But that is a long time.” “Don’t worry, it will pass really fast and when you see, it will be Christmas already.” “Okay.” 

“Hey Dreamer, why don’t we go brush our teeth while Chris talks to her parents? Then we can finish watching the movie and if you sleep here I can take you to bed.” “Fine, bye Cody and Stacy!” “By Y/n/n.”

We leave the room and Chris keeps talking with her parents.

“Hi mom!” “Hi. Babe, why is Y/n/n calling us by our names? Of course she can call us however she wants, but she always calls us grandpa and grandma.” “I don’t know mom, she was a little off during the movie, we will try to see what’s happening. Did you call for something special?” “No, just wanted to see how you were doing. You said you were taking Y/n/n to the aquarium today, how did it go?” “She loved it, we took the whole afternoon there. She didn’t want to leave. Especially the sharks, she got fascinated. We have to promise her ice cream for her to leave the place.” “She loves ice cream.” “She does, but she just wants chocolate with vanilla. Just like you taught her.” “I just show her the good stuff.” “Of course you do. Mom and Dad, I call you tomorrow okay? We are watching a movie now and then we are going to sleep, it was a big day.” “That’s okay honey, we will talk tomorrow. Love you.” “Love you too.”

Just as Christen turned off the call, me and Y/n came back. 

“And we are back.” I said sitting on the couch along with Y/n “Brushed teeth?” Christen asked. “Yes.” “Okay, can we watch the rest of the movie now?” I was about to give it a play when Y/n answered. “I don’t think I want to.” “Oh, and why not?” I asked. “I just want to go to sleep.” “But you were so excited to watch the movie, what happened?” Christen asked. “Nothing, I just changed my mind.” “Okay then, we can go to bed.” “Good, goodnight Christen!!” Y/n said while hugging Christen. “Goodnight?!” Chris asked a little confused. “Okay, wait a minute. What’s wrong?” I asked her. “Nothing.” “Yeah? So why did you call Chris by her name, and so did Cody and Stacy?” “Because it is their names. You call them like this.” “But you know you don’t have to, right sweety? You always called them grandpa and grandma.” Christen told her. “But they are not my grandparents. So I can’t call them that.” “Y/n this is about the question you asked me before the movie?” I asked her. It’s the only cause I could think of. “What question?” Christen asked. “We haven’t talked about it yet.” “But I already asked her as well. And as you said no, then they can’t be my grandparents.” “You said ‘no’?” I asked Christen. “I don’t know what this is about.” “About what will happen after we get married?” “Oh, so she also talked to you about it.” “She did. And you said no? I’m not mad, I just want to know.” “Of course not, I didn’t say no. Did you?” “No, I didn’t. Y/n/n who said no?” “You both did. Every time I ask something and the adults don’t want to do it, they say to ask for another person, and that is what you both did. You said we have to ask Chris, and you said we have to ask mom. So it means that you don’t want to but don’t want to say it to me.” “Cupcake, that 's not what that means.” Christen tells her. “Yeah, all that means is that we have to talk to each other, see if everyone is comfortable with that.” “So… we are talking.” Y/n said and we laughed at her spontaneity. “Yes we are…” “I wouldn’t mind, quite the opposite I would love to. But it is your decision.” I said looking at Christen. “I would like that too. That would be something that you want? Do you want me to be your mom as well?” Christen asked Y/n. “Yeah!! It will be really cool.” “Then the answer is yes, I will be your other mom.” “Cool! And when are you getting married?” “Are you in a hurry?” We said, laughing. “Yeah, because I really want to call you mom.” “Well Cupcake, me and Tobin talked and we will wait a little for that, because we want to focus on the preparation for the world cup, and then for the world cup itself.” “But the world cup is in a really long time.” “I know, but we want to do everything calmly.

But if your mom is okay with that, and if you really want to. You can call me however you want, whenever you want, you don’t have to wait until we get married to do it.” “Really?” “Yes.” “Mom?” “You heard the boss.” “Thank you!! I love you mom Chris!!” 

Flashback ends

“I know, I cried a lot when we went to sleep that night.” “I love you so much and I love our little family.” “I love you both too.” We share a kiss. Things were about to heat up, when we heard the girls entering on the field, the girls were all lined up to start the game.

‘And for today’s game the girls from the US are honoring their mothers' figures as a way to celebrate mother’s day. They put on their back the name of the woman that means so much to them. As number #1…’

“Do you think that this is what she was talking about?” I asked. “Probably. But whose name she chose?” 

‘As number #7 we have Y/n Stone that put a name honoring both of her mothers…’ Y/n turned around and instantaneously a smile spread on our faces.

“Oh my god. She chose us both.” “Now I understand what she meant about confirming.”  

There she was, with that beautiful smile on her face, proudly wearing her jersey with ‘PREATH’ writing on her back. “I love our daughter. Happy mother’s day to us.” I kissed her. “Happy mother’s day.”

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MavDad: Fist Fights

A/N: Here's the next installment of MavDad! Thank you to everyone for reading and your support. As always please leave ideas for future chapters in the comments! 😁💜

I would also like to wish everyone in the US a happy 4th of July, I will be out of town this weekend so I will see you all again Tuesday instead of tomorrow.  😁

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Finding out that Carole had cancer had forever changed their family. Mav had taken on more of the roles around the house since Carole was easily tired after her treatments. He and Brad had been alternating cooking, cleaning, and doing the laundry so that Carole could focus on recovering between her chemo sessions. Mav could see that Bradley was having a hard time processing the changes in their lives.

While Brad had not been acting out at home, he had been having issues at school. First it was a few slipping grades, he was usually a straight A student. Recently his teachers had been calling home saying that they were worried about him, that he seemed distracted in class. Nobody knew that Carole was sick, Brad didn’t want the attention at school or the pity from his friends. So Mav would just tell them that he would talk with Brad about it. 

Mav decided to approach the subject with Brad after dinner one night, in his room so Carole wouldn't be too worried about him. 

Knocking on the door frame, Mav stepped into the room, “Hey bud, do you have a minute to talk?”

Brad, who was hunched over his desk in the corner of the room, sat up, “Sure, what’s up?”

“Well I have gotten a few calls from your teachers, they’re concerned about you,” Mav started, “They say you aren’t paying attention in class and that your grades have fallen.” 

Brad contemplated what Mav had said, opening his mouth to say something but Mav jumped in before he could, “I just want to make sure you are okay, I know this has been emotional and a lot of change for us.”

“I’m doing as well as I can,” Brad started, “Sometimes I worry about mom.” 

“I understand,” Mav said, huffing out a bitter laugh under his breath, “I almost ruined a test flight because I didn’t hear them ask me about a certain gauge reading.” 

Brad looked at him for a moment, “How do you deal with all the stress?”

“Well..” Mav trailed off, thinking, “Sometimes I can just workout and I’ll work my stress out too, other times its not so easy and I talk to Charlie or your mom about what I’m dealing with.”

“Can I talk to you about my stress?” Brad asked him. 

“You don’t even have to ask,” Mav said with a smile. 

“Okay,” Brad said, “Maybe I will try working out more too, I just have a lot of energy lately and I don’t know what to do with it.” “That sounds like a good idea,” Mav said reassuringly, “It also wouldn’t hurt your baseball skills.” 

Brad smiled, “Yeah, I’m ready to start playing more soon.”

“I know bud,” Mav said as he stood up, ruffling Brad’s hair, “You get that homework done and let me know if you want to talk okay?”

“Okay dad, love you,” Brad said as he turned back to his work. 

“I love you too,” Mav said with a smile as he left the room. 

Mav thought that his talk with Bradley would help, but a few days later he got another call from the school, this time it was the principal. 

Mav’s phone rang out with an unknown number, “Hello?”

“Hello, is this Captain Mitchell?” a woman’s voice asked him. 

“Yes this is,” Mav said, a bit confused. 

“Captain Mitchell, this is principal Stewart from Brad’s school, I’m afraid that there has been an altercation and I need you or Mrs. Bradshaw to come down and talk with us,” Miss Stewart said. 

Mav sighed, “I will be there as soon as I can.”

“I appreciate that Captain,” she said before hanging up. 

Mav hung up the phone shaking his head, he really hoped that Brad wasn’t acting out in other ways now. He was lucky that there wasn’t a test flight scheduled for today. Mav got up from his desk, putting away the paperwork that he didn’t get to finish. 

—

Mav made his way into the school, asking the front desk to show him to the principal’s office. 

“Right this way Captain,” the secretary, Kathy, said as she walked him back through the office space. 

They came upon an open door, where Mav saw Brad sitting with Kate, her mother, and another boy he hadn’t met before as well as his mother, Miss Stewart sitting behind her desk. Brad was holding a tissue to his nose, his left eye starting to blacken, several cuts on his left cheek and chin. The other boy had scraped knuckles and his own black eye. 

Mav made his way to Brad immediately, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay dad,” Brad said to him. 

“Captain Mitchell,” Miss Stewart said, “now that you are here we can discuss the situation at hand.”

“I’m sorry that I am later than everyone, I came from base,” Mav offered the apology to the room. 

“Its not a problem, I am thankful you came,” Miss Stewart said.

Mav nodded to her before moving to stand behind Bradley. 

Miss Stewart cleared her throat before beginning her explanation, “Well it appears that Mr. Bradshaw and Mr. Thompson got into a physical altercation after Mr. Thompson put an unwelcome hand on Miss Turner.” 

The boy, Mr. Thompson, tried to interrupt her explanation but Miss Stewart shut him down, “You will have your chance to defend yourself in a minute.”

“Now, as I was saying Miss Turner has said that she asked Mr. Thompson to remove his hand from her person, when he did not, Mr. Bradshaw stepped between them. Mr. Thompson then punched Mr. Bradshaw in the eye, before he retaliated. After that the fight was soon broken up.” 

Miss Stewart turned to Kate, “Miss Turner, unless you have anything else to add to the story, I would like to apologize profusely for what happened.” 

Kate nodded, “Its just as I said before, Bradley was only defending me, and he didn’t start anything.” 

Miss Stewart nodded before turning to the Thompson boy and his mom, “Mr. Thompson, it is not appropriate to put your hands on another student, ever. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I just wanted to talk to her for a minute so I grabbed her arm, then this big oaf came out of nowhere and hit me,” he said in a high pitched voice, “I don’t see what his problem is, its not like they are dating anyway.”

Miss Stewart turned to Bradley and Mav, “Mr. Bradshaw?”

Brad took a deep breath before he started his reply, “Kate and I were walking to class, Zach came up to us wanting to talk to Kate. She gave him the cold shoulder and kept walking so I followed her lead. As we passed him, he grabbed her arm and I saw her wince. She told him to let her go and that she didn’t want to talk to him. When he didn’t I stepped between them, before I could ask him to let her go, he punched me in the face. I fought back and eventually the teachers broke it up.”

Mav was disappointed, he hoped that Brad wouldn’t get into any more fights. At least this one was for a just cause though, even Carole would be a bit proud of him for standing up for Kate. He had taken her to homecoming but they decided to just remain friends, she was frequently over at their house and one of the only people outside their family that knew Carole was sick. 

Miss Stewart nodded, “According to the school handbook, Mr. Thompson will serve detention for the next two days and cannot return to class today. Mr. Bradshaw, since you were only defending yourself, I will waive the detention sentence, however I must ask you to return home for the remainder of the day. Miss Turner, you are free to go, I am terribly sorry for what happened.”

Mrs. Thompson huffed, “How is it fair that Zach has to serve detention and this one doesn’t?” she said pointing to Brad. 

Before Brad could say a word, Mav spoke up in a deadly calm voice, “If your son had kept his hands to himself, this wouldn’t have happened.”

She rolled her eyes, “I bet he gets his fighting habits from you dad, you Navy men all have short tempers.”

Mav clamped a hand down on Brad’s shoulder, feeling him shift in the chair, “I will have you know that I have raised my son to defend himself and those around him who cannot defend themselves, can you say the same?”

Mrs. Thompson’s face turned red before Miss Stewart cut in, “That is enough Mrs. Thompson, this is not the first time that your son has been called in here and I am not inclined to believe his story against two of our best students. He will take this punishment as is or we can make it much worse.”

Mrs. Thompson huffed, staying silent in the face of the principal’s threat. 

Miss Stewart continued, “Thank you all for coming in today to discuss this, Mr. Thompson, I will see you in detention tomorrow.”

Everyone got up to leave, Mav and Brad heading out of the school and to the Bronco. 

“You don’t think he broke your nose do you?” Mav asked him, moving closer to look at his face. 

“No, he didn’t hit me that hard, I must just bruise a bit easily,” Brad said, pulling the tissue away from his nose.

“Okay, when we get home I will take a closer look,” Mav told him as they climbed into the Bronco, “We are going to have to tell your mom what happened.”

“I know,” Brad said, “I hope she doesn’t worry about me. I promise I didn’t do this to cause trouble.”

Mav smiled at him as he pulled out onto the road, “She won't be, if anything she will be proud of you for standing up for Kate.”

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When they got home Carole worried over Brad’s face, upon further inspection he had a cut on the top of his nose, his left eye was blackening, and his nose wasn’t broken but bruised severely. 

“Oh my God, Bradley!” Carole gasped from the couch, “What happened?”

“I’m okay mom,”  Brad said quickly, moving to sit next to her, “Some guy grabbed Kate and I stood up for her, he took a few swings at me, but I’m okay.”

Carole nodded, “Okay, I’m glad that you stood up for Kate, but you worry me, Bradley.” 

She carefully reached to move his chin and get a better look at his cheek and eye, “You better let Mav clean you up, I’d hate for anything to scar.”

Brad nodded before calling for Mav, laughter in his voice, “Nurse Mav!”

Carole and Maverick laughed at his antics, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Brad followed Mav upstairs to their bathroom, “I’m sorry you had to come get me, again, for fighting.”

Mav sighed, “As long as I never have to come get you for starting a fight, I won’t mind bud.”

Brad sat on the toilet while Mav helped clean and bandage his face. As Mav finished he couldn’t keep in a burst of laughter.

“What?” Brad asked. 

“Nothing,” Mav said, still laughing, “Your dad used to do this for me when I would get into fights at the bar over women. Just never thought the roles would be reversed.”

Brad gave him a smile, wincing, his face tender. Mav patted him on the back before turning to clean up the bathroom. Mav was proud of Bradley, this fight was justified, but with Carole’s condition, the next one might not be. Mav just hoped that Brad would keep his temper at bay. 

[hyunsuks-beanie]

It'll Always Be You

Lee Felix × reader; angst, but with a fluffy ending; 2923 words; lovers to exes and back

A/N So Felix has me feeling all sorts of things today, bc of how good he looked during the performance. So here's a scenario for our Sunshine!

"Here's your order and have a nice day," you smile to the female customer in front of you, before handing a pack of cookies to her child. Once the leave, you let out a sigh and look at your best friend who's cleaning the counter next to you. "All done for today!," you exclaim, to which your friend looks up and smiles, before taking off and folding her apron. "So, what are your plans for tonight?," she asks, making you give her a knowing look. She to her eyes before saying, "How long are you gonna stay cooped up inside your house? The break up was two years ago for heaven's sake, you need to start living your life again." "Hey, I am living my life, it's just that, unlike you, I am not interested in going out and meeting new people every day. I meet enough strangers while working here, so there's no need to go clubbing daily," you shrug.

When all she does in reply is pout, you chuckle and say, "Okay, how about we go for a movie tomorrow? My treat." Her face lights up at that, and she gives you a tight hug before saying, "I really want to meet your ex once though, just so I can break his nose." You giggle "Oh he's dead and gone."

Oh, if only you knew.

Once you send your friend off, you start tidying up your little bakery up. This was the place that helped you get over your breakup, which had been messy to say the least. You had immersed yourself fully in your work, because you knew it was one thing that would never hurt you or break your trust.

You sigh lovingly at the memories of setting up and running your bakery, turning your back against the front door. And just as you are reminiscing you hear the door open, causing you to turn. The moment you do so, however, you regret it, because standing there, staring at you wide-eyed, is your ex, otherwise known as Stray Kids' Lee Felix. You both continue to stare at each other for a while, before he finally breaks the silence (and your trance) by whispering, "Y/N."

You clear your throat, and say, "I'm sorry, but we're closed for the day." He rushes to the and hurriedly replies, "Please, it's rather urgent. My friend Hyunjin is really craving some blueberry pie, and he refuses fo join practice before I bring him what he wants." "I told you, I'm sorry, but I can't help you today. You can come back tomorrow though," you say, not looking into his eyes. "Please Y/N, Chan hyung is getting really angry, he's gonna ground me along with Hyunjin," Felix reasons, and you find yourself giving in to his pleading eyes and pouty lips.

"Fine, wait a minute," you say, making him crack a smile. Boy have you missed that smile of his, you think, before mentally slapping yourself for still not being able to resist him, even though he broke your heart to pieces when he broke up with you over the phone two years ago, telling you that he could no longer do long distance with you being all the way in Australia. It wasn't the breakup that hurt you though, it was the fact that he had found someone better and closer to him, or so he said.

Little did you know, though, that the company had he had never really found anyone else, that he didn't want to find anyone else. The company had made him lie to you when they came to know he was secretly dating. He tried to put up a fight, but the company started threatening him about the group facing consequences. He knew you'd see right through him if he told you the truth, so he had to lie to you in order to make you hate him, just so you could move on in life. He meant well, but he never knew he hurt you so bad that you'd give up on dating and love altogether.

"Here you go," you say while handing him his parcel. He thanks you, while contemplating if he should make small talk. Mustering up the courage, he asks, "How have you been?", while looking down. "Fine," you reply, "Congrats on the comeback." His head snaps up at that, as he says, "I didn't know you knew I had a comeback," "It was all over the news, Felix. Stray Kids are really making it big," you swallow before adding, "Your partner must be really proud of you," complete with a fake smile plastered on your face.

Felix winces at your words, not knowing what to say. In the end, he settles with, "How long have you been running this bakery?" "Since about a month after we broke up." When he gives you a confused expression, you sigh and add, "I was kinda already about to move to Seoul when you told me that you had found someone else. I was gonna surprise you, but you ended up surprising me instead."

"Y/N, I-I never knew. I'm so sorry, I-," he says, but you cut him off. "I-I t-think you should leave," you say, with tears threatening to spill. "Let me explain, please. I swear I'll come clean, please, just give me a chance." "No Felix, I can't give you any chance, you blew it up when you hurt me so bad that it made scared of ever loving again. Please.....j-just go," you say, shutting your eyes close. Dejected, he turns around to leave, but not before saying, "I'm sorry," one more time. Once he leaves, you sink down to the floor, crying. "Why did you have to ruin me so bad?," You whisper.

You don't, however, notice that just outside the door, Felix too, is crying hysterically as he gets into his car.

Upon reaching the JYP building, Felix rushes to the washroom to try and dry his eyes and hide any signs that he's been crying. "I still love you. I never stopped, but gosh, why did I have to be such an idiot to let you go? And that too, in the worst way possible?," he says to his reflection in the mirror, thinking back to your broken expression. Slamming his fist against the sink, he curses at himself.

Once he's finally sobered up a little, Felix goes back to the practice room to give Hyunjin his pie. Though he has half a mind to just call in sick and go home and weep, he knows the group needs him. "Here you go, Hyun," he forces a smile onto his face when Hyunjin thanks him. Chan notices his slumped shoulders, but shrugs it off as tiredness. "Now that everyone is satisfied, can we get back to practice?," he asks. Once all the boys agree, rehearsals begin again, but Felix can't find it in himself to focus. He keeps making mistakes, which finally results in Chan stopping the music, grabbing his hand, and taking him out the practice room and to his studio.

"What is it, Lix? You've been distracted ever since you came back from the bakery. Come on, I know something is bothering you, it isn't like you to lose focus. Tell me what it is," Chan says, sternly but gently, his concern for the younger boy evident. "It's nothing, hyung. I'm just tired," Felix tries to evade the question, but Chan presses on. "I'm not buying that, and I'm not gonna have you distracted during performances or practices, either. I can't risk you injuring yourself or any of the boys, so I'm saying again. Spit. It. Out. Leader's orders."

Felix sighs, running a hand through his hair. After a pause, he finally says, "I saw Y/N today. The bakery, it is owned by them." Chan's eyes go wide at this, since he's the only one who knows the circumstances under which you both broke up, and is also the only one who knows about how much Felix regrets letting you go, in the worst possible way. "What happened? Were they....rude to you? Or did they do something?" "What? No hyung, they were nothing but nice to me. We made small talk, and they told me that they were planning to surprise me by moving to Seoul, when I broke up with them. I hurt them so bad that they are scared of ever loving again," Felix says, taking shaky breaths between sentences as tears welled up in his eyes again.

"I messed up so bad hyung, you know I still love them. They're the nicest, most perfect, most lovable person I've ever known, and I damaged them so badly, gosh I feel so guilty," he breaks down again, causing Chan to wrap his arms around him, giving him a shoulder to cry on. Once Felix calms down, Chan says, "You know what you have to do now, right?" "What do you mean?"

"You say you still love them. You say you're guilty. But instead of telling these things to me, you need to tell this to them. Apologize to them, tell them the whole story. Tell them there was never anyone else, and that it's always been them. You didn't fight for them back then, because you were worried for us. But you can fight for them now, because we got your back. Win them back, Lix. Make up for your mistake."

"B-but hyung, why would they ever want to take me back again? I've been nothing but a jerk to them." "Well, in that case, you can't blame them. But they deserve to at least know the truth. They deserve to know that your intentions were not wrong. If they choose to walk away after that, they will at least have had gotten closure. Who knows, it might help them muster the courage to go out and love again. You owe this to them, Lix."

Chan succeeded in knocking some sense into Felix, as the next day, the younger boy found himself in front of your bakery, preparing a long speech explaining why he did what he did to you. He's so engrossed in his thoughts that he doesn't notice your best friend walk out the bakery and stand next to him. "Uhm, are you okay?," she asks, surprising him. "O-oh, uh-uhm, yeah," says Felix, while noticing her uniform, that's identical to yours. "Do you work with Y/N?" "Yeah, we're friends and partners, and on most days, we work together. But they called in sick today, and told me they'd cover the evening shift. How do you know them though?"

To this, Felix finds himself at a loss for words, but he figures if he's gonna come clean to you, he needs an ally. And what better person than your best friend? So he takes down his mask slightly, making your friend gasp in response. "You Felix from Stray Kids! What are you doing here?" "I-I came here to meet Y/N. We broke up two years ago due to a mistake I made, but I need to explain things to them. They deserve to know the truth." He looks up to see your friend glaring at him, as she says, "That was you? You broke my best friend's heart? How could you? I'm not letting you anywhere near them, you jerk"

"Please, just give me 5 minutes, and I'll explain everything to you. Then you can decide if I deserve one more chance." When your friend doesn't say anything, Felix launches into his own version of things, explaining himself and his actions. Once he's done, your friend is still glaring at him, but he notices a smile tugging at her lips.

"You have been nothing but a complete and utter jerk to them. And honestly, you deserve to get your ass kicked by them. But I know that they still love you, and the way you are repenting what you did tells me that you love them too. So I give you my blessing. They'll be here in the evening at 6, be here before then." Felix hugs her super tight at that, with the biggest smile plastered on his face while thanking her. She adds, "But if you hurt them again, I swear I'm gonna murder you with my own two hands." "It won't come to that, I promise."

Felix arrives at the bakery at 10 minutes to six, and the moment he enters, your friend shoves him into the kitchen, asking him to stay there till you come. Once she leaves, he starts pacing up and down, raking his hand nervously through his hair. He tries to prepare what he is going to say, but gives up when he realizes that it would all go out the window when he sees you.

Meanwhile, the moment you step inside the bakery, your friend pretends to be busy setting stuff up on the counter, and asks you to bring in some things from the kitchen. Unassuming, you start walking towards the kitchen doors, when she notices your swollen eyes and exclaimed "Babe, have you been crying?" You muster up a fake smile and tell him that it's just you not feeling well, but unknown to you, Felix heard your friend, and guilt washes over him again. But he doesn't have time to wallow in it, as soon after, you step in.

The way your expression morphs into one of pure sadness breaks his heart into a million pieces, and when you say, "What more do you want from me?" while holding back tears, it takes everything in him to stop from falling to his knees and begging forgiveness. He tries to speak, but you hold up a finger, indicating you aren't finished. "Now that you've found me again, was it not enough for you to have me admit that what you did to me made me stop believing in love? Do you even want to rub it in my face by telling me how happy your are with your partner? If that is so, then please, just get lost, I'm begging you."

Tears are now streaming down your face, and Felix finds himself saying, "Just please. Let me explain. You deserve to know the truth and my feelings and intentions. If after that, you want me to leave, I swear, you will never have to see me again." You can't look at him, but when you don't reply, he says, "I promise that this is the real truth behind what I did. Please hear me out. I lied when I said I had found someone else. There is no 'someone else,' and there never will be one. The only person I've loved, the only person I still love, is you. It'll always be you."

"The company made me break up with you, and threatened me that the group will face consequences if I didn't do as they had asked. I that that if I outright told you the real reason, it would hurt you. And so, I decided to lie to you in order to make you hate me, even if it broke my heart. But never did I ever think that it would damage you so badly, and I know I've been stupid, but I can't help but ask for you to forgive me, and give me one last chance. I know I've been a total jerk to you, and even now, I'm being nothing but selfish, but I just want you to know that I still love you. I'll understand if you want nothing to do with me, and I'll walk away forever. But you deserved to get closure, and I hope that if you do choose to give up on me, you will now be able to love again, and trust again."

By the time he stops talking, the both of you are sobbing hard. You ask him, "Are you done?" When he nods, you say, "You say that you will walk away if I choose to give up on you. But do you really think I'll be able to give up on you? If I couldn't stop loving you even when you broke up with me in the cruelest way possible, what makes you think I'll stop loving you now that I know that you went through the same pain as me? You knew what the truth was, and you still had to hide it. I can only imagine how hurtful that must have been, Felix. I hate myself for believing your stupid lie, for ever doubting the love you had for me. I'm sorry, and I forgive you."

Felix looks up at you, surprised. It takes him some time to process your words, and when he does, he asks you, "What does that mean....for us?" To this, you shyly reply, "Well, I never stopped loving you, and if you didn't either, then should we give us another try?" Felix smiles the brightest he has in ages, as he slowly comes closer to you. Cupping your face, he wipes off your tears, as you proceed to do the same. "I promise I'll never let you go again," he says softly. You giggle and say, "You'd do well to keep that promise," before biting your lip.

"Is it okay if I kiss you?," he asks. You nod in response, causing him to gently place his lips on yours. And for the first time in a while, you feel like you're home.

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sick s/o

Characters: Miya Twins, Suna, Sakusa, Tendo

Notes: timeskip!, fluffy,

A/N: Ahh, my 1-year anniversary is tomorrow so I’m going to post this today instead of next week. I’m hoping I’ll be inspired to write even more from tomorrow :)

✨Atsumu✨ noticed something was wrong as soon as he came home from practice. You weren’t there to rush up and hug him immediately as he stepped through the doorway. He’s all pouty and whiny as he marches to find you. Soon, he spots you napping on the couch. He took a second to admire how peaceful you looked… at this moment. Yes, he loves you, but he also needs kisses. Like a needy cat, he nudges you awake, complaining, “Kiss me!” As you’re shook into consciousness, you grumble, “No, don’t kiss me!” Groggy and congested, you struggle to push your strong boyfriend away from your face. “Why?! Don’t you love me?” You falter a bit because you did his smelly laundry for a reason?? “Yes, but-“ Taking this opening, he pressed his lips against yours... A couple days later and he’s play-blaming you for his current state. “Angel, how could ya do this to me?”

✨Osamu✨ absolutely takes some shifts off to take care of you. At work, he’s created a system that’s still efficient when he’s absent; he tells you as such so you don’t feel guilty for him staying home to take care of you. “Ya take care of me everyday, let me just do this fer ya, okay?” Now that he’s with you and not his restaurant, his attention is absolutely focused on you. It’s actually really nice, but you don’t want to grow too comfortable with it since he’d go back to working from opening to closing soon. But in the time that you have, Osamu is brilliant at taking care of things without asking. The water is always full, the medicine is prepared at its exact time, and you always feel loved. “Can I have miso soup please?” “Of course,” he’d smile before proceeding to ask you which paste you wanted. He may be out of the restaurant, but his need to cater was still there. Occasionally, you’d contemplate getting sick more because you loved having time with Osamu.

✨Suna✨ would probably do the bare minimum (sorry). As expected, he gets the essentials: medicine, water and food, and probably some herbs that he was told to take from his mom (very Asian). “Babe, I-I don’t think these work.” He’d sigh, “My mom said to take them.” The rest are things you’d need to ask for. If you wanted to watch something on the tv but were too tired to get up, you’d have to whine for Suna to get the remote. In a scratchy voice, you called, “Babeeee, where’d you put the remote?” He returns with a muffled response. You’d pout, “Can you get it for me?” If you needed another blanket to cuddle into - because god forbid you keep using the one you’ve been coughing to -, you’d need to ask for one. And you’d need to remind him to do the laundry. One day, you’d just wake up to him staring down at you. “Babe? What are you doing?” “I’m trying to scare the sickness away.”

✨Sakusa✨ remembered his wedding vows “in sickness and in health” and would keep repeating them to remind himself. There was no denying that he loved you unconditionally, but he also valued his hygiene. As soon as he discovered that you fell ill, he’d put in the money for a quality hazmat suit. “Really, babe, really?” “Don’t speak, I haven’t zipped it up yet.” Then, he’d isolate you to the guest room so you wouldn’t infect the rest of the house. Finally, the whole house would be sanitized. No, items wouldn’t be burned this time. Sure, you were under house arrest but at least the person in charge was caring and cute. “If I weren’t sick, this would be really nice role play.” He’d grimace, “You’re sick even without the illness.” Otherwise, he would absolutely give you anything you need and more. This also meant you took advantage of the situation to ask for more plushies. However, if he’s busy, he might allow one of his teammates to care for you… but only Meian and no one else. As a side note, he would absolutely hate you being sick because he can’t kiss you.

✨Tendo✨ knows how miserable your illnesses are, so he always tries to brighten your day whenever he can. Being a chocolatier, he’d give you chocolate if your stomach can handle it. Of course, he’d give you your favorite flavor… in the most expensive form possible. Only the best for his paradise. Anyways, Tendo would probably situate you on the couch and create a pillow fort just for you. “Baby, I don’t think I need this many plushies and snacks…” you said with two pillows propping up your head and five plushies resting on your stomach, as you watched him tower more and more around you. “Nonsense! You must be pampered!” Yes, he will run to the store at who-knows-when to get whatever you need. Unfortunately, that all ends because Tendo would accidentally forget you were kiss and kisses you. So, you two are now sick together.

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Wonwoo! Will you stay

Jeon Wonwoo! A short series pt one | two | three | four Being rejected for the first time doesn't put you off. In fact, your interest in him grows bigger.

You don't remember what happens after you blurt that offering out to Wonwoo. But for sure, Wonwoo rejects you on the spot.

"If you think I was joking, nope. I was serious and it's probably the most serious question I've ever asked in my life,"

"Yeah, sure. The answer is still no. Let me tell you something,"

Your eyes sparkle with hope. Is he going to say that he's not ready yet, and if I work harder, maybe he'll reconsider?

Wonwoo thought he would never have to tell anyone this, but this may be the best.

"I give no shit about anything and being here in this school just makes me sick. I want to quickly graduate so that I can die in peace,"

"And also, I have no plan to be nice to girls who approach me." he finishes what he wanted to say. It sounds cruel, and even some of it isn't what he intended to say, but he just wants to put an end to her.

If she's smart, she would be clear of it.

But you don't care the things Wonwoo spouts. You like him, and your eyes are on him.

"Okay then! I'll try my hardest to charm you," you squeeze your hand in determination. You don't waver from his intense stare and add, "You know, this is my first time confessing to a guy and this is also my first time getting rejected but I'm pretty sure I can make you my boyfriend. I can wait, yes. Even it takes me 10 years, as long as I like you, I will pursue!"

Wonwoo shrugs and turns away. He's not certain of you, and your word kind of stir him a little. In 18 years of life, you are the first person to talk to him in this way and disregard whatever he said.

Since young, Wonwoo limits himself to talking. He pays a lot of attention to his words to avoid unnecessary emotions. However, today, he finally meets his contender.

"My warning remains valid,"

"Alright!"

After school, Wonwoo packs his bag and leaves the class immediately.

Wonwoo has to do part-time for his family. Initially, he wanted to turn down the scholarship, but his mother secretly accepted the offer. All she wants for Wonwoo to continue school and not bury his youth with responsibilities.

With the other five siblings, he couldn't possibly let his old mother do all the work. Therefore, he applies for the empty cashier position nearby his rented house just three kilometres from the school. His part-time job requires him to arrive fast, and since he hasn't gotten his bicycle, Wonwoo has to run to the convenience store.

You followed him from behind, but he is sure fast! You panted all the way to the elevator as you watch him uses the stairs and speeds away.

"Y/N!" Yuran, your childhood best friend, calls your name.

Yuran is the one that introduces you to this school when she was informed that you will return to Korea. She is a year older, and she treats you like a sister since you are the only child. You always love to be around here, and now that you two are in the same school, you will have a friend to rely on.

You wave at her as she jogs toward you.

"How's the first day?"

You contemplate. You are not familiar with Korea, and it seems the people here are so different to Americans. You scratch your head.

"So far, good." You opt for a lie and only remember about Wonwoo. "Oh! My seatmate is handsome," you brag.

"That's all you can think of?" She nudges your arm lightly.

Frankly, 80% of the time, you just admire him.

You realize that his side profile is wonderfully sculpted; the sharp jawline and the distance between his forehead and eyebrows are just right.

You are going to appreciate this beautiful human being while you are alive.

"Yuran-eonnie, come to my house this Saturday," you link your arm around Yuran's, and in an excited voice, you add, "My family is hosting a house-warming party. It's not grand so we invite only close friends. Therefore, you must come!"

Yuran giggles and pat your arm.

"Of course I would come! I miss your mom a lot. Will she cook?"

"HAHA! My dad won't let her cook anymore so we might as well order for the food,"

"Ugh, your dad is still so overprotective. Their love never dies, huh?"

You sigh at the thought of your parents' affection. It's admirable but tiring for me. It's like they feed me dog food every day!"

The two of you burst out laughing. The chat goes on until you come to the gate. Yuran left first, and you wait for your dad to pick you up.

"How's school?"

You beam at your dad and answer truthfully. "Great! I might get a boyfriend soon, though- Why are you laughing?" you whine.

"Nothing, I just hope to meet my son-in-law. I can't wait to lecture him,"

"Dad!!?"

"What? I must tell him that my daughter is the most precious human being and he is obligated to love you for the rest of his life if he wants to marry you!"

"Like how you love mom?"

"Yeah, of course. He better be overflowing with love for you or else,"

You smile. Your dad is always overreacting when it comes to this topic. He has very high expectations of the boys you mention to him, and it scares you since Wonwoo doesn't reciprocate your feeling just yet.

As the car passes the buildings, you recognize Wonwoo, who's running to his destination. You grin and pull your dad's hand.

"Dad, please stop the car!"

The tires screech to halt, and in a blink, you already come out of the car and reach Wonwoo. He pants and is in confusion as to how you manage to chase him. Then, he realizes.

"What do you want?"

You scan him and wipe the beads of perspiration on his face. You flash a happy smile before saying.

"Where's your driver?"

Wonwoo, for a second, almost couldn't identify the person. He is baffled. "W-what?"

"Oh! Jump in, I'll send you home,"

Wonwoo is taken aback. What do you mean by 'Where's your car?' but before he gets to ask you, he's being pulled by force. Plunge into the backseat, Wonwoo's awareness heightens in the presence of someone in the driver seat.

"Where are you going? My dad can drive you there,"

In fact, you're the only person in the car that's jubilant. Your dad is sceptical to Wonwoo, and the same goes for the latter.

"I can walk,"

You quickly stop him from opening the door. "Dad, we can send him to his place, right?"

Your dad looks at the rear-view mirror and hesitates. He eventually gives in and replies.

"Yes, dear," his sight swifts to Wonwoo. "Boy, tell me where you're going?"

Wonwoo grunts lowly and tells the two the direction. Since he isn't going back home and doesn't want anyone to know he's working part-time, he lies.

You keep talking to Wonwoo despite getting no answer. He closes his eyes and clears his mind.

Once arrive, you follow him out.

"I'll excuse you this time because your father is watching. I won't tolerate your behaviour next time!"

The atmosphere at that moment is calm and clear. Though cars are passing by, they make no sound. Hence, you can definitely understand what he meant.

"Don't go running about in the noon, you'll get sick! See you tomorrow at school!"

As a girl, you totally get the meaning of Wonwoo's words. He cuts through your heart with his harsh warning, and you endure it.

Maybe this is my karma since I always leave the people around me. These few foul words from the person I like aren't that bad. I'm willing to be on the receiving end.

You enter the car with your lips stretch to your ears. To avoid getting questioned by your father of Wonwoo's identity, you avert the attention.

"Dad, thank you for taking me in,"

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I've created a schedule for this series- every Wednesday and Saturday, but it also depends on the chapter availability. Since I'm on my semester break, I have more time to write it unless I have writer's block. I accept requests for drabbles, one shot and anything you want me to write ;)

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