#but he was also like you’re being dumb i’m fine n im like what if you’d been KIDNAPPED. or DEAD. and he laughed at me 😭😭😭

[lv9su]

Everything inside me is stone.

Levi Ackerman x reader

I’ve wanted to write for him for so long this man is so fine💆🏾‍♀️ also this is based on the earlier seasons of aot

Age gap!!! Slightly toxic.. Angst, Forbidden Love (sorta) lots of sexual tension, always use of y/n, Levi being stubborn and you being stubborn back. 💋

~

Right now you weren’t in a.. strange predicament. Were you on top of Eren on the training grounds? Yes, but not in the way you might think. Why? Because you paired up for sparring, and you were very annoyed before this session started.

Let���s take it back to the reason why. The last conversation you had before everyone met for training. Maybe the word argument would be more fitted.

“Why do you keep on pushing me away?” You asked, getting frustrated at the sight of Levi getting out of the bed, cleaning the room you two had left a mess and finding clothes to get dressed. But you were having none of it.

“I’m not pushing you away, I’m protecting you.” Levi said, his back turned to you.

“Yes you are!? You know I can protect myself? You don’t need to isolate yourself from me.” Your voice began raising.

“I’m not the right person for you y/n. Since you’re so smart you should understand the risks of us! Whatever this is.” He turned around, pointing his finger between the both of you. He was self sabotaging because he felt you could do better than an older emotionally scarred man who just so happens to be the leader of your squad.

You felt the anger rise inside, and sure you could’ve screamed and yelled in his dumb face for saying what he said. Instead you were so angry tears pooled in your eyes, and you tried to hide it. Messily putting on your clothes you mumbled enough for him, to aggravated to speak normally.

“Fine.” You pulled on your white jeans.

“Whatever.” You began buttoning up your shirt.

“Just fuck off.” You hissed as his hands reached to help you button up since you being frantic.

You put on your socks and boots, the rest of your uniform in your room. “Leave me alone.”

He knew he’d fucked up. But seeing tears in your eyes, and your bottom lip quivering, he realised that was something he never wanted to see.

But why? It was so wrong. But when it was just the two of you it was so right.

It all started one drunken night three months ago began a kind of relationship you would’ve never ever expected to happen with Levi. Ackerman. Your. Captain.

I mean sure you always found him attractive, and he seemed to tolerate you more than anyone else in your scout group. He definitely did call you a Brat pretty much every day, but he didn’t ever insult you. Everyone else figured it was just favouritism when he’d tell everyone to fuck off and figure out their own shit except when it came to you he spoke in a normal tone. Needed help with the gear? He’d be behind you, guiding your arms and showing you what to do. Wanted to spar with him? He’d teach you new moves and would be very physical but not enough to hurt you, just for the sake of touch. You were thirsty? He’d make tea for the both of you. And so on.

You pretended to be oblivious to all of this, but in your mind you couldn’t help but daydream and zone out imagining what it’d be like with him.

“Thinking about the captain” Sasha nudged your arm as your hand rested on your face. She giggled as she sipped her alcoholic beverage. Yes, would absolutely were.

“No!!!! Shut up.” You slightly chuckled and rolled your eyes, as you began drinking a little more.

“Y’know y/n, if you change your mind and want someone your own age im your perfect match.” Jean winked at you, slurring his words and wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“You need to sit down.” You grinned at the sight, standing up and sitting him down where you were sat.

You walked out of the tavern and sat outside in the dark, kissed by the moonlight and wrapped around the late night breeze of the summer. Everyone was here celebrating the recent mission, less people killed by titans and an increase in the titans being killed. That’s what it’s all about right? Until the next mission there’d most likely be some intense training so the plan was to try and have some fun while you still could.

“I’m surprised you’re with that lanky piece of shit. Out of everyone.” You heard from behind, not needing to look behind since you recognised the voice right away. He sat beside you, and you hummed questioningly.

“Tch don’t play dumb brat. Jean. The lanky horse-” you laughed and cut him off.

“I’m not with Jean. And it seems, someone was stalking me.” You smirk, speaking with the liquid confidence.

“I’m taking you back to headquarters. You’ve had too much to drink.” He rolled his eyes at you.

When you got back, one thing led to another and the next morning you were tangled in his sheets naked. Before you woke he left to make tea, except you woke while he was gone and assumed he’d just left. So you did too. And when he saw you were gone from his room he realised you might’ve thought it was a mistake. But he couldn’t blame you if you did.. he was older, there was a pretty big power dynamic and he came to the conclusion that is was for the good that he was alone. If he formed an emotional attachment there was always the chance he could lose you.

But you ignoring him? He didn’t like that. He tolerated 1 day of being ignored by you before he hollered you into his office and well.. let’s just say this time you were both sober when you did it.

After that you both said that it wouldn’t continue.. but it did. More often than not. You had fucked in his office, his room, your room, the stables, in the shower, in the forest and empty rooms. But as much as there was lust, there was sweet moments that were dates in disguise. Long talks, walks, rides, play fights, sparring in feilds and then having a picnic, slow dances and admiration. But hey what was more romantic than slaying titans together.

Back in the present.

“Cmon y/n, are you even trying?” Eren mocked as the two of you sparred, except you were thinking about the argument you’d had with him this morning.

So after a swift kick to the legs - which Levi taught you how to do - dropping him to the floor within seconds. And in that amount of time you’d began throwing punch after punch after punch. Poor eren. Too bad he underestimated you at a time like this.

“OKAY MISSY!!” Hange shouted in a high pitched voice as she grabbed the back of your arms and pulled you off of him. “You doin’ okay up there sweets?” She raised a brow moving closer to your face and tapping your head. You nodded and she rubbed your arm before you walked away.

Levi watched you the whole entire time.

Hange walked back over to where they sat. “You outta go get your girl short stack.” She smirked.

He went silent for a second, unsure of how to respond “what’re you talking about four eyes.”

“Oh don’t play dumb. I see that look in your eyes, I know you put up this cold front but seems as though she’s melting it down.” She readjusted her glasses “a little young but hmph! I get it. Better go get her before someone else does.”

“Tch. Shut up.” he abruptly stood up and followed in your footsteps.

Eventually catching up as he found you walking in the hq. “I told you to leave me alone” you frowned.

“I’m the one who gives orders around here brat.”

“Go boss around someone else then” you went to walk away and he grabbed your hand.

“No. You’re gonna stay and listen to me.” He began to get annoyed now. “And drop the attitude brat. You know i care, probably too much so quit acting like I don’t. I shouldn’t have pushed you away but I was trying to do what’s best for you. If I keep you to myself you don’t get a chance with any other guy your age.”

“But that’s my decision Levi, and I don’t want any other guy. I want you.” You interrupted, looking into his eyes. He now grabbed your face, and leaned closer “I didn’t say you could talk.” He then glided his thumb over your lower lip.

“It’s dangerous to live in a world like this.” Her brows lifted then caressed your jaw.

“I don’t care about that.” You batted your eyelashes up at him and he kissed you.

~

[latinokaeya]

i do think it’s completely normal and rational to text/call someone if they are doing something that’s outside of the usual expected routine and you weren’t told abt this change actually

[ilwonuu]

i’ll be quiet. p.jisung

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suggestive mdni 18+

summary- jisung always wants to fuck you when he knows your brother is home. but how can you say no to your pretty boyfriend?

warnings- smut with no plot, softdom!jisung, pussydrunk!jisung, creampie, dirty talk, mention of mark and he is there for like a second. ,mark hears them. lmk if i missed something

word count- 795

you and jisung always hangout at your house. sometimes it’s awkward because mark is also there. mark and jisung are pretty close. you always feel bad for seeing him more than mark does. jisung always says he loves both of your company. saying he loves to hangout with both of you. well most of the time he is fucking lying because he always wants to fuck you. so you always end up saying your tired or something sneaking off to your bed room. leaving mark where ever you three we’re hanging out that day. mark would never question if you guys were actually going to sleep. he knew what was going on. he wasn’t stupid. he just hopes he won’t be able to hear anything.

“baby he won’t hear anything i promise to be quiet.” he says looking at you with pleading eyes. “jisung you always say you’ll be quiet but you end up being louder than me” you never believe him when he says he’ll be quiet because you know damn well. “fuck i swear this time okay? i will stuff something in my mouth or something babe please just let me fuck you.” you love it when he begs for you like this. he is just so cute and its only for you.

“okay fine ji but if you get loud we’re stopping.” ‘he nods knowing that you are not gonna want to stop once he starts. quickly shifting to be beside you on your bed slowly kissing your neck. slowly turning your neck more to get more access. “fuck baby i need you so bad” he says getting rougher with his kisses against your skin slowly taking off both of your tops. pulling you down further onto your back slowly climbing between your legs. “okay fuck i can’t wait anymore you think you can take it?” he pulls his boxers down to let his dick out reaching over to take your pants off aswell. “yes i think so just go slow at first okay?” he nods quickly pulling your panties to the side slowly lining his dick up with your entrance slowly pushing in.

“f-fuckkk you’re so fucking tight baby” his eyes don’t leave where you both connect. watching as he pushes every inch inside of you. “ji… please fuck me” he smirks to himself pushing all the way in groaning loudly as he does. “shit shit shit you’re so fucking wet but you’re cunt is sucking me so fucking tight baby. i-i’m not gonna last..” you knew this would happen. every time jisung swears he will be quiet he immediately proves that he will never be quiet. “ji y-you said you would be quiet.” you say trying not to get lost in the feeling knowing that when you do jisung will just get louder. he doesn’t respond continuing to fuck into at a rapid pace moaning your name somewhat loudly.

“j-jisung” he looks at you still with that smartass smirk on his lips. “yes baby? mm you feel good huh? want me to fuck you harder hm? you’ve been so good for me. yea? my good girl. “ his words going straight to your cunt completely forgetting about being quiet yourself. your eyes rolling back as he grabs one of your legs to fuck you at a deeper angle.

“w-what about mark ji?” you manage to get out with the pace he is fucking you at now. “fuck it he’ll be fine if he hears. this pussy is so fucking good s-shit” his hips stuttering coming close to his high. now you are absolutely fucking lost in the feeling. all thoughts you had are now being fucked out of you.

“i’m gonna fucking fill you up to the brim. u want that baby?” he fucks into you harder chasing his high holding your hips in place. you nod at his words completely dumb at this point.

“fuck y/n im gonna cum so hard. you are doing so well. you take me so fucking well. i could do this fo- shit. for hours.” you shake reaching your climax. you watch as he throws his head back coming shortly after you. you look down to see him pulling out slowly. moaning at the sight of his and your cum leaking out of your fucked out hole with the noise of your wetness filling the air.

“ji you were not fucking quiet.” you say glaring at him as he goes to grab a towel to clean you up. he chuckles deeply grabbing the towel and walking back to kneel in front of you slowly cleaning you up. “i doubt he heard babe” hearing a knock as soon as he finishes his sentence. “i indeed did fucking hear!!!! you guys are fucking disgusting.” you hear mark yelling thru the door making jisung laugh making you shoot him a playful glare.

[hencheri]

ehehe okiee i’m glad ur doing well :3 so i only learned about primal play a few days ago but hnnnn thinking about it any of enha hyung line or like a couple of enha hyung line.. or dare i say.. all of enha hyung line dhjdjdj but wanna be their little bunny or kitty (against my will ofc🤭) n im getting carried away but like being their captive but sometimes they take u out in public to ‘play’ at a nightclub or smth of that kind,, they let you ‘free’ to run n hide until they inevitably find u…

and if u try to tell anyone about what’s going on or call for help, i just imagine one of them coming up behind u and grabbing you.. hnn maybe holding a knife to ur spine just out of sight… and being like, oh sorry, my girlfriend got a bit too high, don’t worry about her, i’ll take care of her… and nobody is going to argue with such a handsome man who’s touch you’re clearly melting under :(( u can cry and kick and scream all you want, you’re not going anywhere, they’ll always find u…

shdjjdjd this got away from primal play, but yeah when they catch u mmm taking u from behind? maybe im being dumb /lh but everything would be from behind like with u bent over smth or on ur knees with ur ass in the air, but i’m also thinking they just don’t take any time to eat u out or prep u bc ur just a stupid little bunny/kitty, u don’t need prep,,,, if u try to beg them to stop they tell u to shut up, bunnies/kitties don’t speak.. okie i got too carried away. but yeah i hope u see my vision? but /nf i just wanted to share that😭😭

18+ mdni.

warnings: primal kink, chase kink.

i see jake into that stuff just because he'd love to chase you and love the thrill of finding you. the others would need to always remind him to not be too rough, to not actually use the knife on you... i think he'd be the most excited about it, genuinely can't stand in place until it's finally the time to find you. it's when you think you can lose them that jake finds you, scolding you for wandering away a little too far... but he's not really mad because he likes a little challenge, and anyway, he still found you.

bringing pet play just has me thinking about jay and i can't help myself with that man... you're def his kitty, and when he catches you he's so ... soft? kinda caring? he's full of praise, saying he knows you'd never leave them, that you love them too much for that... you're his good kitty never going off too far. tbh, i think he wouldn't even wait for the others before already fucking you. he can share, but if he can have you all for himself just for a few minutes, he'll do it.

breeding is a must imo lol, they just think you're made to be bred, being fucked is your only purpose. heeseung really rules by this. it could even go into hybrid stuff, but his only goal is to fuck his cum into you, he always claims your pussy first just because of that. sunghoon is fine with your ass ofc, it's his atp because that's the only hole he fucks and he never provides more preparation then just spitting on your rim. but like sunghoon would be the one to leave you the most time to "run away" or like watch you from across the club, always making you feel like you're observed, that you're never really alone...

[mattsobvimyfav]

neighbors (matthew sturniolo)

pt 10

A couple of days had passed and Nick just posted the vlog from our drive around LA. Charlie and I were lounging on the couch, scrolling through our phones. My notifications had been blowing up all day. Every few seconds, a new comment popped up, most of them about the kiss Matt and I had shared in the vlog. The hate comments didn’t faze me—they were ridiculous and honestly kind of entertaining. People had too much time on their hands.

“Oh my God,” Charlie said, leaning over to peek at my phone. “They’re actually mad about a kiss? Like, of all things to care about.”

I shrugged, smirking. “Apparently, I’m public enemy number one. Should I frame this?”

She laughed, but before either of us could say more, my phone started buzzing. Matt’s name flashed on the screen. I answered quickly, putting the call on speaker.

“Hey,” I greeted casually, expecting him to laugh about the comments with me.

“Have you seen my comment section?” His voice was tense, his tone clipped.

I sat up straighter. “Uh, yeah. People are being dumb. Who cares?”

“I care,” he snapped. “It’s not just about you, Y/N. They’re not even saying awful things about me. Its just about how I ‘picked the wrong girl’ or whatever. It’s everywhere.”

Charlie raised an eyebrow at me, mouthing, ‘Seriously?’

“Matt, they’re just bitching,” I said, trying to stay calm. “You know none of that matters.”

“It’s easy for you to say,” he shot back. “Your TikTok isn’t flooded with comments about how I ‘deserve better’ or how you’re ‘using me for clout.’ It's pissing me off.”

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “Okay, so what do you want to do? We can’t control what people say.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line before he spoke again, his tone softer but still firm. “Troll back. Lets just start making whatever we are way more public give them a real reason to be mad.” 

I hesitated, glancing at Charlie, who was already nodding eagerly as if to say, ‘Just do it.’

“Fine,” I said finally. “Let’s do it, I love being a dick online.”

Matt let out a breath, some of the tension easing from his voice. “Deal. I’ll come over later.”

As I hung up, Charlie smirked at me. “Hes gonna make you do porn on tiktok.”

“We havent even fucked,” I said, rolling my eyes. 

“WHAT?” She yelled jumping up sitting straight up “What the fuck was going on the other night than?” 

“He just ate me out and oh my god the hottest thing ever, he was so turned on that started jerking off. Just to eating me out” I said feeling a warmth between my legs rethinking about the night me and Matt shared.

“Wow. Thats really fucking hot, hes inlove with you” Charlie said looking away from me “Im picturing it in my head. I'm jealous” I laughed at her response as we laid back down going back to our phones. 

Later that night, Matt came over, his irritation over the comments still lingering but hidden under his usual calm demeanor. I greeted him at the door, grinning as I waved him inside. "Ready to show the internet who's boss?"

He smirked, shaking his head. "You mean, ready to show the internet that I don’t care, but also kind of care? Yeah, let’s do this."

Charlie, lounging on the couch with her popcorn, chimed in. “Make it iconic, okay? Something that makes the haters cry.”

Scrolling through TikTok, I landed on the “A boy who’s jacked and kind” trend. I turned the screen to Matt. “How about this one? It’s simple, it’s bold, and it’ll get them talking.”

Matt glanced at the screen, then at me, his lips quivering into a smirk. “You really think you can handle me lifting you like that?”

“Please,” I scoffed. “The question is whether you can handle me.”

Charlie snorted from the couch. “Oh, this is going to be good.”

We set up the phone, positioning it on the kitchen counter for the perfect angle. Charlie jumping around on the couch in the back, I stood in front of Matt as the trend’s audio began playing. The line “A boy who’s jacked” came up, and right on cue, Matt’s hands slid to my hips. With a swift, practiced motion, he lifted me effortlessly, placing me on his shoulder like I weighed nothing.

I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me as I balanced on his shoulder, gripping onto him for support. The audio continued, transitioning to “and kind,” and Matt gave the camera with a playful grin, tapping my leg lightly.

Matt walked over grabbing his phone while I was still on his shoulders, added the caption: “my lady” and hit post.

Charlie shrugged, looking over Matt’s shoulder. “I like my cameo.”

Matt gently lowered me back to the ground, his hands lingering on my waist. “Think that’ll do the trick?”

I leaned into him slightly, grinning. “Oh, it’ll definitely stir the pot. But at least this time, it’s on our terms.”

We flopped onto the couch next to Charlie, refreshing the post to watch the views climb almost instantly. Matt wrapped an arm around me, pulling me closer as the first wave of comments rolled in.

As we sat on the couch, watching the likes and comments roll in from Matt’s TikTok, I turned to him with a mischievous grin. “Okay, now it’s my turn. We’re making one for my account.”

Matt raised an eyebrow. “Alright. What’s the plan?”

“You’ll see,” I teased, grabbing his hand to pull him up. “We need a parking lot for this one.”

Without hesitation, he stood, grabbed his keys, and intertwined his fingers with mine.  I laughed as he practically dragged me to the door, his excitement contagious. 

“BYE LOVERS! Chris and Nick will be here when you get back!” Charlie yelled from the couch.

“Bye baby!” I yelled back to her

By the time we reached the car, I was giggling uncontrollably. “You don’t even know what we’re doing yet.”

“Don’t care,” he said opening the passenger door for me. “You said parking lot, so we’re going to a parking lot.”

The drive was filled with us singing to old songs wed listen to in college. His curiosity clearly bubbling under the surface. “So,” he finally asked, “are you going to clue me in, or do I just wing it when we get there?”

I smirked, looking out the window. “You’ll know when the time comes.”

He shook his head, chuckling as he turned into a small, dimly lit parking lot. “This good enough for your tiktok?”

“Perfect,” I said, hopping out of the car. I grabbed my phone and propped it up against the tire, adjusting the angle until it captured the open space behind us.

Matt leaned against the car, watching me with amused curiosity. “Alright, sweetheart, what’s the move?”

I pulled up the audio and played it for him, explaining as it went. “Okay, so, I start spinning in the frame when the music begins, and then you run in, pick me up, and keep running off-screen.”

He nodded, walking away.

I laughed, hitting record and jogging into position. The audio started, and I spun slowly, my arms outstretched as the music swelled. ‘You better lock your phone-’ Right on cue, Matt dashed into the frame, scooping me up effortlessly. I squealed in surprise as he kept running, the camera capturing the two of us disappearing into the shadows.

When he finally stopped, both of us were laughing uncontrollably. “That was perfect,” I said, catching my breath as he set me down. 

“Obviously,” he teased, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Now, let’s see it.”

We walked back to the car, reviewing the footage together under the soft glow of the streetlights. The video was exactly what I had imagined.

“You’re posting that, right?” Matt asked, his arm draped casually over my shoulder.

“Absolutely,” I said, uploading the video with the caption: “my future baby daddy.”

As we got back into the car, I glanced over at him, grinning. “You really don’t question anything, do you?”

He shrugged, kissing my forehead. “Not when it comes to you.”

When we got back to the house, the sound of voices and laughter greeted us as we stepped inside. Chris and Nick were now sprawled out on the couch with Charlie, the TV playing in the background.

As soon as I walked in, a wave of excitement hit me. Everything had been going so well lately, and I couldn’t help but feel like life was finally falling into place. “Guys!” I yelled, throwing my arms up in the air. “We should celebrate tonight!”

Nick perked up, looking intrigued. “What are we celebrating exactly?”

“Everything!” I exclaimed. “Life!”

Chris laughed, shaking his head. “Yes Y/N! I LOVE CELEBRATING LIFE!” Chris jumped up wrapping his arms around my shoulders behind me as we jumped like school girls.

Nick’s face lit up. “Well, if we’re talking about celebrating, I know Tara Yummy is throwing a party tonight. Should we go?”

Charlie’s eyes widened with excitement. “I’m in! We haven’t been to one of her parties. We've only ever dmed her a few times about a collab”

Matt looked over at me, smirking. “You good with that?”

“Absolutely,” I said without hesitation, “Let’s go, I can tell Chris is gonna match my freak tonight” I said while patting his arm that was hanging on me.

Charlie laughed at me and Chris jumping around, we exchanged a quick glance before I turned, pointing toward the door. “Alright, you three. Go home and get ready.”

Nick groaned but stood up, dragging Matt with him. “Fine, but you better not take forever.”

“No promises!” Charlie called out as the boys headed out, leaving us to start planning our outfits for the night.

The moment the boys left, Charlie and I raced upstairs to start getting ready. The excitement of the night buzzed between us, making us laugh and talk over each other as we dug through our closets for the perfect outfits.

“I’m thinking something bold,” I said, pulling out a burgundy strapless corset top that hugged my figure and showed off just the right amount of cleavage. I paired it with a tight black cloth skirt that barely covered my ass and my black heeled boots. “What do you think?”

Charlie whistled, grinning. “Matt’s going to fuck you infront of everyone.”

I laughed, tossing a pillow at her. “We’re celebrating life, remember? What about you?”

She held up a black crop top with thin straps that fit her perfectly and paired it with a jean mini skirt that showed off her long legs. She added a pair of cute ankle boots. “How’s this?”

“Absolutely stunning,” I said with a grin. 

We got to work on our makeup and hair, After straightening my hair and leaving it sleek and shiny, I turned to Charlie, who was curling her hair into loose waves.

“You’re going to have every guy at that party eating out of your hand,” I teased, spraying her hair with setting spray.

“Please, as long as Chris is that's all I care ‘bout,” she shot back, but her smile was wide.

By the time we finished, we took a couple pictures in the mirror, grinning like excited to finally meet Tara, and get drunk.

“Let’s do this,” I said, grabbing my phone to text the boys to let them know we were almost ready.

“They better not keep us waiting,” Charlie added with a laugh as we headed downstairs, our heels clicking against the floor, excitement building for the night ahead.

Charlie and I were halfway through our second nip of vodka, as we danced around the kitchen. The boys walked in just as I tipped the tiny bottle back, the liquid burning slightly as it slid down my throat.

“Starting without us?” Nick teased. Chris followed close behind, already laughing at the scene.

Matt came in last, his eyes locking on me immediately. I caught the smirk tugging at his lips as he walked over. Just as I was placing the empty nip on the counter, his hands slid around my waist, and one moved down to grab my butt firmly.

I shrieked, startled, and spun my head around to glare at him, but he leaned down to whisper in my ear, his voice low and teasing. “Let’s go.”

The sound of his voice sent a shiver down my spine, and I turned back around, trying to hide my flushed face as I reached for my bag. Charlie wiggled her eyebrows at me but said nothing as she grabbed her purse and slid her phone into it.

“All set?” Chris asked.

“Matt’s driving,” Nick said with a grin. 

“Lucky me,” I said, giving Matt a playful smirk. “That means you can take care of me when I'm hammered.”

He rolled his eyes but smiled, gesturing toward the door. “Per usual.”

Charlie and I followed the boys outside, the cool night air hitting our skin as we clicked down the driveway in our heels. Matt opened the passenger door for me, and I slid in, adjusting my skirt as he walked around to the driver’s side. Charlie climbed into the back with Chris and Nick, and we were off, heading for Tara’s party.

The car was filled with excitement and music as we drove, everyone hyped for the night ahead. I leaned back in my seat, sneaking a glance at Matt as he drove, his hand gripping the wheel tightly, the other holding my thigh. 

The house was packed with music blasting through the speakers and groups of people talking and laughing in every corner. As we walked in, the energy was electric.

“Y/N! Charlie!” A high-pitched squeal came from across the room, and Tara was practically sprinting toward us. She threw her arms around me first, then Charlie, her excitement contagious. “I was so excited when Nick told me you guys were coming! Finally, I get to meet the infamous Y/N and Charlie. You’re even prettier in person!”

Charlie and I exchanged amused smiles. “You’re so sweet, Tara,” I said, hugging her back.

“Come on,” Tara said, linking her arms with ours. “Let me show you where the drinks are. We’re getting started right now.”

She led us through the crowd, leaving Matt, Nick and Chris to socialize with other people, to a makeshift bar setup on the kitchen counter, complete with every type of alcohol imaginable. Tara wasted no time, grabbing shot glasses and pouring tequila like a pro.

“Let’s go, ladies,” she said, holding up her shot glass.

“Cheers!” we all yelled, clinking glasses before throwing back the first shot.

And then the second.

And then the third.

Before long, Charlie and I were fully committed to a shot-for-shot competition with Tara, each round getting harder to keep up with her.

“Come on, lightweight!” Tara teased as Charlie hesitated before the seventh shot, but I wasn’t about to back down. I threw our shot back, wincing as the burn hit my throat.

By the time an hour had passed, the three of us were absolutely obliterated. Tara was laughing so hard she was leaning on the counter for support, and Charlie and I were clinging to each other to stay upright.

“I love you guys,” Tara slurred, throwing her arms around us. “You’re my favorite people in the world now.”

“You’re my favorite!” Charlie yelled back, equally as drunk, before dissolving into giggles.

I nodded enthusiastically, my head spinning but too far gone to care. “Best friends forever,” I declared, raising my empty shot glass in the air like it was some kind of victory trophy.

The party was in full swing, the music pounding in my chest as I stumbled my way through the crowd, drink still clutched in my hand. My vision blurred slightly, but I was riding a wave of tipsy confidence—until I spotted him.

Matt.

He was leaning casually against the wall, talking to some girl. She was laughing at something he said, leaning in just a little too close. A flash of annoyance surged through me, cutting through the haze of alcohol. My mind betrayed me, flashing back to our college days—Matt fucking girl after girl.

Fueled by jealousy and bad judgment, I stormed across the room, stumbling slightly but determined. “What the hell is this?” I blurted, my voice louder than I intended.

Matt straightened up, his brows furrowing as he looked at me. “Y/N—”

“No, seriously,” I slurred, gesturing wildly at the girl. “What’s happening here?”

The girl blinked in confusion, clearly caught off guard. “Uh, I’m gonna go...” she muttered, excusing herself quickly as the tension between Matt and me became palpable.

Matt’s jaw tightened, and before I could say another word, he grabbed my wrist. “We’re not doing this here,” he said firmly, his voice low but commanding. He pulled me through the crowd, ignoring my protests, until we were in a quiet, empty room.

He let go of my wrist, closing the door behind us. Turning to face me, his eyes were sharp, his tone clearly pissed. “What the fuck was that, Y/N?”

“I could ask you the same thing!” I shot back, swaying slightly on my feet. “Talking to some random girl like I don’t even exist? What’s the deal, Matt? Back to your old habits?”

His hands went to his temples, rubbing them in frustration. “Are you serious right now? She’s just a friend! And even if she wasn’t, that’s not what this is. You’re drunk and making something out of nothing.”

“I saw the way she was looking at you,” I accused, my voice trembling. “And you weren’t exactly pushing her away.”

He took a step closer, his voice lowering as he leaned in. “Y/N, you’re drunk. You’re not thinking straight. Chill the fuck out.”

As Matt’s words echoed in the small, dimly lit room, I could feel the tension building, the weight of everything from the party to my frustrations pressing down on me. But then, unexpectedly, the alcohol made everything feel lighter.

I giggled, the sound bubbling up uncontrollably from my chest. "I love you," I blurted out, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

Matt looked at me, eyebrows raised, clearly taken aback by my sudden shift in mood. "What?" he asked, his voice a mix of confusion and amusement.

I shrugged, the smile on my face turning mischievous despite the still-present anger in my head. "I mean, I do," I said, a silly grin stretching across my face. 

He stood there, speechless for a moment, his eyes searching mine. His lips quirked upward into a small, amused smile as he let out a deep breath. "You’re drunk, Y/N."

"Yeah, I know," I said, still grinning, "but I still love you."

He shook his head, chuckling lightly, before stepping closer. "You're lucky you're cute when you're drunk."

"You still love me, though," I teased,

"Yeah, I do," he admitted, his expression softening. "But let's get you back to the party before you start loving everyone."

I laughed again, “How about you just let me love you..” I pushed Matt back as he stumbled onto the bed.

“y/n don't… you're drunk.” Matt said as I walked towards him, placing myself on his lap.

“Just shut the fuck up Matt and kiss me” 

And when he finally gave me what I wanted, his lips crashing against mine as he moved against me, the world disappeared. There was only Matt—his touch, his voice, his everything. 

Matt’s hands gripped my hips, his hold firm but controlled, as if he was grounding himself as much as he was grounding me. 

His body was flush against mine, every inch of him radiating heat. “Wait till tomorrow,” he murmured, his lips brushing against mine, teasing but not giving me the kiss I desperately wanted. “I refuse to fuck you this drunk, y/n. And you are making it oh so hard”

“Shut up,” I whispered, tugging at his hair to start kissing his neck as I grinded my hips into his.

His hands roamed over my body, exploring every curve, every inch of skin he could reach. His touch was both gentle and possessive, a reminder that in this moment, I was his and his alone.

“Get off me before I go against all my morals,” he said, his voice rough and full of promise. “I say full of love and respect.” he moaned out as I perfected my last hickey on him.

“There, I just needed you to shut up so I could show people. You belong to someone” I said as I leaned back looking at my work.

“Good to know.” Matt said as he leaned down, starting his own art peace on my chest. 

Once he was finished he grabbed my hips standing me up. “Lets go baby” He grabbed my hand pulling me towards the door. I stopped in the mirror fixing my hair and seeing Matt's two hickeys, one on each breast. Matt walked over to the mirror inspecting the couple I left trailing down his neck. “God you are so sexy” He said, kissing my cheek as he guided me out to the party. 

As Matt and I stepped back into the party, the loud music and chatter hit me like a wave. The room felt like it was spinning a little, but I held onto Matt's arm for balance. We were just about to make our way back to the group when Chris spotted us from across the room.

He ran over with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "There you are," he said, stopping in front of us. His eyes flicked between Matt and me before landing on me. "Y/N, I need you bad."

My eyebrows shot up, and Matt's posture immediately tensed beside me, sensing something was off. Chris, however, seemed entirely unfazed by the undercurrent of tension.

"I'm sorry," Chris said with a playful shrug, glancing over at Matt, "No, not like that anymore. I need you as my beer pong partner." He laughed realizing how bad his first sentence sounded.

Matt's grip on my arm tightened, but before I could even ask what he meant, Chris waved a hand dismissively and added with a wink, I couldn't help but laugh, feeling the tension ease a bit. "You scared me for a second there," I joked, shaking my head at Chris.

Matt let out a small laugh too, his shoulders loosening as he realized it was just Chris being his usual, over-the-top self. "Yeah, she’s off-limits for now," Matt said, his tone affectionate but teasing. "But you can have her for beer pong."

Chris grinned and pulled me toward the game, but not before giving Matt a quick look. "Don't worry, I only need her to win this game. And you," he added, glancing at me, "are the best person for the job."

"Let’s do it then," I said, grinning and ready to dive into the chaos of the game, trying to push any lingering doubts aside.

Chris, despite being a bit too drunk to focus, had an energy that was hard to ignore. He bounced on his feet, grinning like a madman as he lined up to take his first shot. “Alright, we got this, Y/N,” he said with way too much confidence, raising his beer.

Across from us, Jake and Tara stood ready, both giving us playful smirks. Tara was already holding her own drink, clearly just as drunk as me, while Jake had a look of determination on his face, obviously eager to win. “You’re going down,” Jake said with a laugh, tossing the ping pong ball up and readying himself to launch it across the table.

Nick and Matt stood off to the side, cheering us on. Nick was practically jumping up and down in excitement, while Matt pushed himself off the wall, going behind me whispering in my ear. "Come on, Baby" 

The game started off slower than I expected, with Chris getting distracted by anything and everything—whether it was a drink on the table or someone else at the party walking by. But even in his drunken state, he was surprisingly good. Tara missed her first few shots, but Jake was still hitting his, making me sweat a little. I had to focus, but thankfully, Chris and I managed to keep our heads in the game.

We took turns, and each time, I felt the tension rise. Tara and Jake had their competitive energy going, but it was clear Chris and I had the upper hand—probably because Tara and Jake were having more fun than they were serious about winning. Chris finally got it together after a few more missed throws, throwing his ball with incredible force and sinking it into one of the last cups.

“Fuck yeah!” Chris shouted, stumbling and almost tipping over. I had to grab him to stop him from falling off balance.

In the final round, it came down to one last shot. Jake was up, and I knew he was going to give it everything he had. He took a deep breath, lined up his shot, and threw the ping pong ball—only for it to bounce off the rim and miss entirely. The room fell silent for a second before Chris and I erupted into cheers.

“We did it!” I yelled, laughing as Chris grabbed me in a half-hug and spun me around. “I can’t believe we won!”

Nick and Matt, who had been watching from the sidelines, immediately started clapping and cheering. “FINALLY!” Nick shouted, high-fiving Chris.

Tara and Jake laughed good-naturedly, though I could tell they were a little disappointed. “Alright, alright, you guys earned it,” Jake said, tossing a playful glare in our direction.

An hour had passed, and the energy of the party was starting to get to me. I could feel the buzz starting to wear off, and I was ready to head home. I looked over at Matt, who was leaning against the wall, talking to Nick. He caught my eye, and I gave him a small nod, silently telling him I was ready to go.

I walked over to him, tapping him on the shoulder. "Matt, I think it's time to head home," I said, trying to keep the smile on my face, but feeling the exhaustion from the party creeping in. The lights were too bright, the music a little too loud, and I just wanted to go back to the comfort of my place.

Matt nodded, his hand immediately finding mine. "Alright, let's get out of here," he said, pulling me toward the door. We waved to Tara and a few others as we made our way out of the party and into the cool night air.

Nick, who went to get Chris and Charlie, was already making his way to the car, pulling Chris and Charlie along with him. We all piled into the car, with Matt driving, me in the passenger seat, and the rest of the crew in the back. The ride was mostly quiet, everyone content in their own thoughts after a long night.

As we drove through the city streets, I could feel the tension finally easing. The party was fun, but there was something about heading home with Matt, knowing the night was winding down. I leaned my head against the window, watching the streetlights blur past as we made our way home.

Matt glanced over at me, a small smile on his face. "You good?" he asked, his voice soft.

"Yeah," I replied, smiling back at him. "Just ready to be alone with you."

We drove the rest of the way in comfortable silence, the sounds of the car and the occasional laugh from the backseat filling the air. The night had been eventful, but now all I wanted was the peace of being home with Matt.

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[burn-before-reading]

Love in the Time of Socialism

joost klein x artist!reader

art, mush, and ramblings about life

warnings: depression (ish), burnout, reader character in some vague mental health funk

word count: 2k

a/n: slight prequel to blue is the colour of your eyes but can be read as stand alone. just same artist reader. vaguely romantic but just ramblings and getting feelings out haha. started this when I was in more of a bad mental state (lol) but im fine now so it got kinda tame by the end of it. still not proofreading anything

title from the song Love in the Time of Socialism by Yellow House

Rpf below the cut—

Normally Joost has to call you because its the only way you will actually look at your phone. Its more often that not you find yourself fixated on planning out your next project, and your friends have to force you back into reality. There was that one time no one had heard from you in over a week and thought you were dead, when you were just working. You hadn’t realized how many texts you missed and apologized for scaring your friends half to death. Especially Joost.

So now you leave your ringer on, and now they call.

Tonight, however, Joost calls and you aren’t in your studio. You are in your bed, where you have been for the entire day. and also most of yesterday. There isn’t a reason in your head specifically why this has happened. you MEANT to get up. Theres a list of chores and things to do just sitting on your desk, but you woke up late, so now nothing will get done. At some point it just became too stressful to even get up and look at it. You roll over and stare at the contact picture of him, smiling with some dumb fish eye lens he thought was funny. You debate not picking up at all.

But you can’t ignore him.

“Hi Joost.” your voice came through the phone more hoarse than intended when you answered, you don’t remember the last time you talked to someone. “Whats going on?”

“the others wanted to go out for drinks tonight, you hadn’t responded so I wanted to check you were joining us.” You could imagine him rocking back and forth on his heels in the middle of his living room while he talked, it was either that or pacing around.

“uhh..” Drinks at a bar was the last thing on your mind. In any other situation you would have loved to be around your friends, but right now you just needed to avoided as much as possible. “Not a good night, tonight. Sorry, I’ll have to join you guys next time.”

Joost felt like something was off, you sounded tired. “Is everything okay?”

“I’ll be fine I just… shit brain day. bad brain thats all. It happens.” You did your best to summarize how you felt without actually admitting anything, you weren’t sure how to explain anything anyway.

“ Oh Im sorry, would it be good, if I came over? I can keep you company, if thats okay?”

“you don’t have to, I’ll be fine tomorrow. I want you to have fun. ” you insisted, but he pressed on.

“I don’t mind, the group would understand. Have you eaten today?”

“Like… a meal? yes, or well, no. I had a soda..” You glance at the half drunk soda from the night before, now flat. “and uhhh..”

“I’ll pick something up.” You could hear him on the other end gathering things together, keys, wallet, probably his ipad.

“.. thank you. I’ll see you in a bit, I guess.”

-

Joost knocked on your door about an hour later. In that time you were able to get out of bed and make your way to the bathroom to change and make yourself somewhat presentable in front of a guest, and to the kitchen to make coffee despite it being 8pm.

You opened it to see Joost with a sheepish smile as he extends his arms out for a hug. “Hi.”

“Hi Joost.” you take the step to hug him, feeling his body heat contrast with the cold nighttime. “I’m glad you’re here.” the two of you head inside to your living room where he empties his bag of take out to reveal a couple different thai dishes and egg rolls. It was hard to not admit you weren’t at least a little bit hungry.

The two of you ate in mostly silence, making small talk about different projects you two have going on, or the fact that the two of you were in between projects. He done with touring for the time being and in the process of working on a new album. You loosely avoiding talking about any current work plans but mentioned one or two paintings you finished for a private gallery commission last month.

“ Just some paintings of animals and nature-ish symbolism. Honestly my heart wasn’t really in that one, but it payed the rent so.” you shrug and shove noodles into your mouth.

“Well now you have the time to work on your own stuff, right?” he commented, leaning back into your couch and looking down at you sitting on the floor instead of any of your own furniture. “Draw whatever your heart desires.”

“I mean I guess.. Im just glad to be done with the oil paints for now. I swear i think I was gonna die in my studio from all the chemicals. I dunno, I finished that whole project last month, I haven’t really been very productive since then.” you trail off and Joost gets a concerned expression on his face.

He sinks down from his spot of the couch to join you in the floor. The fluffy rug brushing against his legs as he adjusts his new sitting position.

“Its okay to take a break, you know.”

“I know I know, I just get frustrated. I never seem to have my energy directed towards the right thing. Whenever I have all those big projects from other contractors, I can brainstorm and think of all these interesting ideas I wanna work on, but I can’t because then I would get behind on the art Im being paid to do.”

“mhm.” he nods, to indicate he’s following along.

“ And then whenever Im done with those projects, I just get… tired. and my focus is gone. and Everything just feels…” you gesture the last bit with your hands, scrambling your fingers, to imply your thoughts. You aren’t looking at him, but you can still see him nodding in your peripherals. Joost always seemed to understand your thinking and explanations to things, even if you thought they were messy.

“Do you want to try painting right now?” he asks. you just shrug your shoulders.

“I don’t know what I would paint.”

“You can paint our dinner, or, or yourself, or your plants maybe?” he suggested and stands up. “Can I paint too?”

“Oh we’re actually doing this?” Not that you didn’t want to, but this self doubt had creeped into your mind again. That failing to produce something decent would prove that you’ve lost all your talent, your skill.

“yea we can have a little painting party!” he chimed, but he hesitated walking over to your studio to grab stuff, still giving you the space to reject his idea.

you looked away and started nervously tapping your fork against the table.

tap tap tap tap

“…sure. We can use my watercolors, Ive been wanting to use them more often anyway.”

the coffee table became a little more cluttered as you set up the paints for the two of you. Joost using an old set 24 pans and you using a newer set of watercolor tubes you were gifted last year and never opened. You watched as Joost immediately dipped his brush in water and started activating the blue paints, spreading it onto his paper in big random strokes.

“what are you painting?”

“not sure yet, maybe im painting you.” he looks up and smirks. you scrunch your nose up.

“why are you using so much blue. am I a smurf?” you joke and he just shrugs and points to your own paper.

“Just mess around, can’t be any worse than what im doing.”

tap tap tap tap tap tap

you fidget with your own brush for a few seconds lo get before grabbing a big mop brush and wetting your paper with clean water. Taking your smaller brush again, you pour out a small amount of yellow and mix it up with some more water. You hesitate for a moment longer before letting the brush lightly touch the surface, creating a burst of colour on the paper as the colour seeps onto the page. You make a few more random marks before switching to another warm colour and repeating the process, now watching the colours bleeds and mix into each other. You look at Joost paper and see that he is actually now trying to paint you, the blue fortunately was able to be mostly contained to the background.

“Do you ever think about what you would do if you weren’t a musician?” you ask.

“I dunno I think after this I could have a pretty successful art career.” he teases but sees in your face the question is more serious. “I don’t know. I started off with youtube, but if I wasn’t doing that… its hard to think about what my life would be like if I didn’t follow this path.”

“I always have this feeling deep down, that I made a wrong choice somewhere along the line. I was thinking about going to school for psychology, I also wanted to work with animals at one point, be a vet. I enjoy art, don’t get me wrong, but I just worry that in making it my job Ive just drained all the passion I had for it.”

You let the paper dry before staining the page with lines of dark burgundy, creating hands and a human heart. he hums as he listens, not adding anything, but simply letting you vent. beginning to piece together your mood from earlier. “I don’t have any jobs lined up right now, which is what Ive been waiting for, to work on my own stuff, yknow? I haven’t had the time ive wanted to make something for myself for a while. But now I just feel, I feel like ive been frozen.”

“things seem to be okay right now. I like what youve made. ” you look down and see the scribbles youve made with your paint. hands clasped over a broken heart. you shrug and smile softly, signing the bottom.

“Just a scribble, you can have it if you want.” You hand the paper over to him. “thank you for coming by, its… its nice being around you. Helps a bit.”

Joost takes the paper and studies it for a second. “I really like it, maybe I should come by more often.”

“If you bring the food we can have art nights whenever you want.” he holds up his paper. The blue bleeding into your skintone and hair since he didn’t wait for anything to properly dry. “I might stick to my ipad though, I don’t know why you like this paint.” he scrunches his nose at it. you laugh and it makes him smile.

You notice for the first time how bright his eyes look when he smiles, but you brush the thought away.

-

“Feeling a bit better?” he asks as he lingers by the door on his way out.

“a bit. like I said It was just a mood, I was gonna be fine tomorrow most likely… I still appreciate you coming over.”

“Don’t ever be afraid to call or text okay? Im always here to talk if you need. or just to listen.”

“definitely. Ive been meaning to uh, talk to someone about all this stuff anyway, you’re not a professional but ill keep it in mind.”

he grins and goes in for one last hug. you feel him slightly squeeze you and linger a little longer than usual before letting go. With one last glance he waves and head off. You see him pull out a cigarette for the walk back. It takes you a second to close the door. standing there watching him walk off until he turns a corner and disappears. Closing the door you sigh and go the clean up your living room.

You notice he left the portrait he drew of you. signed at the bottom with a smiley face next to his name.

It gets hung up in your studio above your desk.

[kaiju-krew]

Hey there! Firstly, big big fan of your art and headcanons, ty for your cool and awesome big brain ❤️ Now that you’ve seen the movie, I’m wondering what your thoughts are on Shimo??? I’ve just seen impressions of her so scattered. (I saw your post on how she will NOT be treated as a pet, and I so appreciate that.)

I will say, for me the ‘old gal’ vibes are so strong and I’m here for it. Like when Goji blasts his atomic breath into the sky at the end and she’s looking at it with such awe and her cute super gummy smile, it reminds me of when a grandma gets shown some common piece of technology that the rest of us are used to, but she just can’t heckin believe it because she lives in a damn cave??? I loved that.

hi hi! omg u think i have a big brain...... compliment of the century.... i must have ppl fooled bcuz i am viscerally dumb most of the time

anywAYS. gxk spoilers below (and a lot of ranting)

shimo my beloved💙 i appreciate most interpretations of her, besides people who are just straight up caling her a dog. and like, not in the way i’d compare goji to a cat? for me it's more mannerisms based, so for goji my main expression/mannerism inspirations are cats, wolves, and komodo dragons (obviously), and for mosu it's owls and cats, with a crumb of horses because of their 'ear' communication so i use that with her antennae.

sorry for tangent but anyways. i dont need someone barking at me that i call goji a cat/draw him acting like a cat so calling shimo ‘kong’s pet dog’ is fine. i think its the difference between goji having the personality i characterize him with + mannerisms inspired by other animals, vs. him having no personality besides Being A Cat. like, he’s a dumbfuck but he’s clearly an intelligent creature capable of communication and understanding. i make a lot of shitposts but truly in my personal hc i’d never reduce him to ‘pet level intelligence’

i think i’m extra touchy about people calling her ‘kong’s pet’ because like. dawg. did you watch the movie? she was JUST freed from being skar’s slave/beast of burden/abused pet whatever you wanna call it. why would you want her to become another creature’s pet again?(obviously minus the abuse) idk mannn it just feels…. reductive somehow. she clearly shows intelligence and understanding when she realizes what’s happening during the fight and helps to kill skar. i just refuse to reduce her entire character to kong’s pet status bcuz that makes me uncomfortable asf.

as a disclaimer, you’re welcome to have whatever hc you enjoy. me expressing my personal thoughts on the matter isn’t an attack on anyone who characterizes her that way, i’m just not interested in engaging with it in the slightest.

DOUBLE ANYWAYS i just needed to get that outta my system. TIME FOR CUTE FUN IDEAS YAHOOO

i’m seeing mixed info about her age so idk where she actually sits there?? i remember seeing something like she’s the First Titan but i also think the novelization of the movie said she’s only 3 million years old?? when im p sure they’ve said goji is 250+ million years old so…. i have no clue there lol. personally she feels less jaded and grumpy than goji does to me so my brain automatically sees her as similar or younger bcuz of my Grumpy Old Man bias.

i’m still workin out my ideas for her but based on how the movie ends i like to think she helps kong with relocating the apes to a better home, and they mostly live in HE. her n kong venture up for surface dates bcuz she gets what she fucking deserves 💙

goji nearly has an aneurysm the first time they come up, since mosu literally takes them for a lil tour of monster island. bro standing there clenching his fist like the arthur meme, he begrudgingly knows she’s right and eventually he gets used to it

i got more ideas cookin for her but this post is already too damn long cuz of my ranting time to stfu

SHIMO BEST GIRL 10/10

[whowantslovergirl]

bad idea right?

Topper Thornton x reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: cursing, um just y/n being a dumb bitch tbh, this is obviously inspired by the song 😫, slightly suggestive, bold words are the lyrics, this in your pov, HOPE YOU ENJOY MY LOVERSS 🤍

outer banks masterlist

Summary: Y/n knows it bad that she keeps going to Topper but omg look at him!!!!

posted: February 28,2024

Me and Topper broke up a couple months ago. We were the golden couple and I was way better than Sarah (in my opinion) I didn’t have cold feelings toward Sarah but I didn’t think she was the best person. Sorry getting off topic but I miss Topper and I have this bad habit of going back to him. I know it’s a bad idea but guys look at him!

______

“Come on you have to come! Yes Topper might be there but it doesn’t matter.” My friend Bianca said trying to convince me to go to this party.

Of course I wanted to go but he’s going to be there. I am not going.

_____

I went.

I saw him and he saw me but I quickly went the other way before anything happened. I mean I haven't heard from you in a couple of months. And you just expect me to just hop back into your arms. Yes I want to do something about it but I'm out right now, and I'm all fucked up, wayyy too fucked up and I don’t wanna go back that road.

______

I have been here for a couple of hours and Topper still haven’t left. He never stays this long. After dancing for a while I got a little tired so I went to get a drink. And fucking Topper is also getting drinks. I try to ignore him and do what I have to do but that obviously didn’t work.

“Hey Y/n.”

Fuck.

“Hey Top.” I avoid eye contact. “How you doing?” He sounds nervous. “I’m doing good, what about you?” He shrugs. “I been alright better now I’m with you.” You just roll your eyes.

Once you’re done with the drinks you leave or at least try too. He grabs my arm not enough to hurt but his grip is pretty tight. We make eye contact and I can feel myself getting lost in his eyes again. And I know we're done, I know we're through.

But, God, when I look at you

“Come over N/n.” Only he calls me that and it still has the same effect on me. And I hate that. I should probably, probably not. “I don’t know Top.” He cuts me off. “Please N/n, I just wanna see you.”

“I’ll think about it. I will text you later.” Then I walk away to tell Bianca what the fuck just happened.

______

Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

“It’s a bad idea right?”

“Um yes?! Y/n you spent months crying and now he says two words and you’re at his feet?! Stand on business!”

“I am! But he seemed pretty sincere.”

“Fuck being sincere. Y/n don’t do stupid shit.”

“Ok! I’ll text him no.”

“Good now I’m going to dance. Text him no.”

She left and once she’s out of sight. I text him.

n/n 🩷

im coming over

Seein' you tonight, fuck it, it's fine

______

I went over and we fucked like really fucked. He dropped me off and right now we’re pulling up to my house. “Bye Top.” “Bye N/n.” We kissed for a little bit then I finally left the car.

Bianca’s going to pissed.

______

“What the fuck?!”

“I didn’t mean too! It just happened.”

“Y/n.”

“Yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect? I only see him as a friend.”

That was the biggest lie I ever said.

“You are such a liar! So friends fuck now? Wow! I did not know that!” I can tell she’s being sarcastic.

“And you’re wearing his shirt!” I looked down and I am indeed wearing his shirt. “My clothes were dirty he was just being nice.”

“You’re so delusional I can’t.”

“It wasn’t my fault! I just tripped and fell into his bed.”

“You are terrible Y/n! Don’t let it happen again.”

She knows it’s gonna happen again.

______

“No she definitely had sex with him.” Me, Bianca and some other friends were just gossiping about people we don’t like at the country club. Then I got a text from no other than Topper. “Hey I gotta go to the bathroom real quick.” I say while walking towards the bathroom to answer his text.

top 🩷

Can you come over tonight n/n??

n/n 🩷

yea I’ll be there ml <3

As I’m walking back I’m smiling. I’m so excited to see him.

______

On my way to Topper and I told my friends I was asleep, but I never said where or in whose sheets.

I’m finally here it felt like it was forever since I’ve seen him and I pull up to your place, on the second floor. And you're standin', smiling at the door.

“Hey N/n. I missed you.” We hugged and stayed there for a while. “Top it’s only been 24 hours.” I said while laughing and he slowly joined in. “24 hours too long.” He said while pulling away and looking into my eyes. And I'm sure I've seen much hotter men, but I really can't remember when.

______

There was another party and everyone was there. Even Topper. I was dancing with Bianca and I can feel eyes on us, I turn and see Topper smiling at me and he sent a little wave. I waved back then he made a come here motion. I nodded and he went to a secluded spot. “Hey Bianca I’m getting something to drink, you want anything?” She shook her head and continued dancing.

I started to follow him and couldn’t find him anywhere. Then I felt arms around me. “Oh my god! Get off you weirdo!” You try to pull him off then he started laughing. You turned around and saw Topper. You slapped his arm. “You’re an asshole.”

“Hey I’m very sorry, just wanted to scare you.” He started to hug me and I hugged him back. “Can you come over tonight?”

I should probably, probably not

“Um ok.” You smiled and gave him a kiss and you both walked back to the party.

This can’t be a good idea. I’m slowly starting to see why we broke up in the first place. He’s getting possessive again. Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

______

Seein’ you tonight, fuck it, it’s fine

Whatever I’m bored anyway.

______

It happened again. I fucked Topper and it was better than other times and yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect?

______

“Y/n…..”

“I only see him as a friend” Again that is the biggest lie I ever said.

“Y/n I’m only saying this because I’m your friend but you’re becoming old y/n, making excuses defending him when he treated you like shit.”

“And before you said but we. Yea you guys were cute together but everyone slowly saw what was going on behind closed doors.”

Bianca is a really good friend and I understand what she’s saying and I appreciate what she’s saying but I only see him as a friend, I just tripped and fell into his bed.

Right?

______

Then it was excuse after excuse.

“We’re just fuck buddies.”

“I ended it anyway.”

“I just tripped and fell into his bed you know?”

______

I’m getting really fucking tired of Topper. Right now he’s yelling about something and I’m just zoning him out.

“Are you even listening Y/n?! Do you not understand how this would make someone upset?!”

“Why are you yelling at me? I can't hear my thoughts Topper.”

“I’m not yelling, It’s just-.” Before he could finish I just left. I can hear him screaming behind me but I really couldn’t care less.

But I know it’s gonna be the same thing anyway and the same excuse.

‘I just tripped and fell into his bed’

An: AGHHHHHSHEIDND ngl i lowkey cooked on this but HOPED YOU ENJOYED MY LOVERSSSS 🤍🤍🤍🤍

[megantrancyfanfics]

Hold you close | Sanemi Shinazugawa x reader fluff

Oh how this boy hates to see you cry💔

Warnings: mentions rengoku’s death

Credit to the person who drew this it’s cute 💜

Also, gender of the reader is not mentioned.

Enjoy 💜

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The day was cold, the sky wept with everyone as the news that the flame hashira, Kyojuro Rengoku had passed. The sound of the rain bouncing off the butterfly estate, and the sobs of mitsuri filled the area. A few sniffles were able to be heard, but you couldn’t focus on anything.

The first hashira you met after becoming Mitsuri’s tsugoku, your best friend, gone..just like that?

Your mind started to flip like a book, each page flipping to show snippets of your favorite memories with the 3 of you hanging out. His pretty smile, and laugh that could brighten up a whole room, you could hear it vividly as if he was right beside you.

You felt a warm hand land on your shoulder, snapping you out of your dazed expression.

“Shinazugawa..” you mumbled.

The man didn’t say a word, his usual grumpy face just slightly softer than normal. A quick head tilt was his way of telling you to follow him.

Before you could process what exactly you were doing, you were at his place.

“If you stood in that rain any longer you would have caught a cold.” He said sitting down, his eyes focused on the floor for a second before meeting your expressionless face. “How are you doing?”

Your eyes widened before meeting his. The Sanemi Shinazugawa was worried about you.

“Huh? Oh I’m fine. I didn’t know him that much anyway..” you said faking a soft smile.

“L/n.”

“I feel bad for mitsuri though, she’s taking the news horribly”

“L/n.”

“If this is how badly she’s taking the news she’s gonna be a wreck for the fu-”

“L/n!” Sanemi said getting off the couch, placing both of his hands on your shoulders to make you stop rambling.

“You’re not fooling me. I know you’re hurt to. You spent a lot of time with him.”

Your eyes started to fill with tears, as your chin started to quiver. You bit your lip and adverted your gaze, begging to whoever is above to not let you cry in front of the wind hashira.

“…I know I yell at you about being strong all the time..but you don’t have to be strong in this situation. You’re allowed to scream and cry and hate everything. You need to grieve and not shove this inside.”

“Im fine..plus the crow is just old and dumb rengoku is fine, in a few days he’ll be walking back he’ll tell mitsuri and I all about his mission. Even when he’s all bruised up and exhausted he always bounces back. He always does.”

“Not this time l/n. He’s gone.”

..Finally, everything hit you. The numbness subsided, and all of your pain, and frustration hit you. The tears came rolling down your cheeks. You sobbed.

Your face became red as you apologized profusely for being week in front of Sanemi.

And that broke his heart. Seeing the way you’re crying over your friend, yet still worrying about being strong made him feel so small and weak, he hated it. He adverted his eyes, and simply placed his hand on the back of your head and pushed your face into his chest.

“There, now you don’t have to worry about me seeing you being weak.” He mumbled, lightly tracing your back with his fingers as a calming technique.

“I..happen to not be finding you weak right now..just so you know.”

“You dont..?” You sniffled out, turning your head to the side, the sound of his heartbeat thumped in your left ear.

“Nah. In fact I think right now you’re being really strong, Stronger than me honestly. But don’t let that get to your head this is a one time thing no one is stronger than I!” He said lightly hitting the spot on your head his hand had been resting on.

“Ow..that’s mean.”

“Yeah whatever. But you being able to show emotion during this fucked up time makes you really strong. But you still need help in the muscle department.”

You giggled as you sniffled again, trying to calm down from the wave of emotions that consumed you.

A silence consumed the room, sanemi was starting to fear that it was awkward for you.

“Hey..”

“Hm..?” You asked looking up at him.

Sanemi took his thumb and wiped your tears. ‘Better’ he though.

“So umm…do you want some Ohagi?”

“Yeah.. *sniffle* I would like that a lot.”

For the first time in a while, sanemi smiled. This fiery white haired man’s heart fluttered. He hated that right now you were hurting, but this man loved that he was getting able to be so close to you.

He hopes to be the only one to hold you close to him, and be the only one to wipe your tears.

[astroboots]

omg im sorry you’re not feeling too well! i hope you heal fast! and also i’m glad your back! may i please request joel x f!reader, maybe a moment for joel realized the domestic moment between him and the love of his life? could be she’s making him dinner after him being out all day? he gets all flustered n shit and shows his affection to her? 🧚🏼‍♀️

What's in a Name?

Author's name: Thank you for the well wishes nonny that's so kind of you!!!! Sorry that this is a little bit different from what you requested. My concentration today is all over the place and this did its own thing.

Content: Pre-breakout Joel! Fluff, baby naming. This is not my normal repertoire for those who tune in regularly.

Astroboot’s Masterlist

"What about Jessica?"

The image of a shiny pearl teethed smile, framed by blonde curls, chewing her gum as she twirls her hair with her index finger flashes before his eyes as Joel is standing before the sink, elbows deep in dishwasher.

Jessica-- a girl he dated back in his high school, dumped him a week before prom and Joel ended up having to take his and Tommy's cousin to save face. Yeah... not Jessica.

Joel bites down on his jaw, resisting the urge to grind his teeth. If he keeps going at it at his molars are going to grind to dust in the near future, and he'll be damned if Tommy gets to gloat about the state of his teeth when he's barely in his mid twenties.

"No," he answers curtly, and he hands you the scrubbed plate that you gracefully accept and dry with the damp towel.

"Crystal?" you ask.

"Hell no."

You tuck away the plate into its rightful place in the cupboard, tip-toeing to reach the highest shelf and he reminds himself that he will have to call in Tommy to help adjust the shelf to lower them by a handful of inches so it'll easier for you to reach before you're too far along.

"What's wrong with Crystal?"

"That's a stripper's name. We're not naming our daughter that. A name is supposed to be aspirational, I don't want my daughter to aspire to be shaking her ass on a stage for cash."

You grumble and mutter something indecipherable under your breath that rhymes with seabass.

"Fine, what about Melody."

Joel sighs, he swears you're doing this on purpose. "No. Not Melody. Melody is my hoarder aunt who permanently smells like cat pee. That's not the name of my future daughter."

"You're being very difficult, Joel Miller." You huff, turning away from him and back to the counter. He watches you from the corner of your eye as you flip through a book, nose scrunching up as your eyes flit over the the page in scrutiny.

You hum considerately, and flip another page, finger dragging down the page before you finally stop and tap the paper. "Oh," you say matter-of-factly, "what about Sarah?".

Joel wants to laugh. Has to bite down the grin that's starting to curve on his lip. You think you're so slick. You think he hasn't seen the name scribbled down in notebooks left open on the kitchen table. That he hasn't spotted even from this distance that it's the only name that you had circled in with think pencil in the name book. That he doesn't know from the very start that this had been your first and only choice for the name, and he plays dumb to the fact that all these other questionable names were thrown at him as decoy to tactically position your actual choice as the most reasonable and optimal option.

He drags his eyes over your form. The way you're trying to stand still and not give your excitement away. The way your shoulders practically vibrate with eagerness. The way your eyes are glittering in the dim amber light of the kitchen. Your fingers still resting on the page of the book, your little finger curling around the edge of the hardcover. The same finger you've got him wrapped around and do your every bidding, even if he pretends otherwise.

Pulling his arms from the water, he flicks off the water before he grabs a towel to dry his hands. "Hmmm." He tips his head, feigning complete ignorance. "What does the name mean?"

"It's from the bible. Means princess. That's beautiful isn't it? No exes, no strippers, no crazy cat aunts. What do you say?"

You put down the book, smiling brightly at him, clearly knowing what his answer is going to be already.

He's not even going to point out how you've completely given yourself away by mentioning that you knew Jessica is an ex without him telling you so. Because yeah, you got him entirely, wrapped around your little finger.

"Sure honey. Sarah sounds good."

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[claiestve]

𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 ꨄ 𝘐𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘤

˜”* ❝𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙄'𝙢 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚.❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱᴀᴀᴄ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄɪᴀʟ (ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ᴏꜰ ʙᴀʙʏᴅᴏʟʟ)

⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯

It was the afternoon and also the day after… last night. You hadn’t talked to Isaac at all since last night and it wasn’t intentional on your part. If anything, he was the one avoiding you. It felt weird but you knew why. You always wanted to be closer to Isaac but the events of last night… You two were way more than ‘close’.

Isaac acted like nothing ever happened. All of the things you guys did and the things you said were kind of discarded. It hurt. Maybe he only said those things and did those things because in that moment, that one moment, he actually thought you looked good. 

These thoughts taunted you like crazy. You didn’t have Isaac there to tell you that you weren’t overthinking things. You were just left in your own thoughts. 

The two of you passed every few hours and he wouldn’t make eye contact. It was like he got scared of you or something. It was enough to make you finally do something about it. 

“Isaac.”

“Hm?”

“Don’t go back to your study yet.”

“Y/N? I have work.”

“I know but if we don’t talk now, I’m not talking later.”

He looked at your hand gripping onto his wrist. He knew you were stubborn but this was definitely new. 

You led him to sit down with you before getting comfortable. To your suspicion, he scooted away from you, sitting further than he normally does.

“Okay, what’s going on with you? Like, why are you so awkward today?”

He looked at you trying to put a confused look on his face but he’s not that good at playing dumb. 

“What are you saying? I’ve just been busy.”

“Being busy hasn’t stopped you before. So, tell me. What is it?”

He looked at you and sighed in defeat. He seemed… nervous. 

“I didn’t think I’d tell you but I should’ve known you wouldn’t let me ignore you the whole day. Listen, last night was a lot for me.”

“I’m sor-”

“Don’t apologize. I enjoyed it. A lot. You’re really important to me and being able to show you was great. The problem is, I could never bear the thought of losing you. No matter how or when. Before I fell asleep, I was thinking about it.”

“What are you saying?”

“What I’m about to say…I know it’s sudden but for me, it isn’t. I… love you. I love you, Y/N. I didn’t want to. Loving someone could be dangerous. No, it is dangerous. But, I could never stop myself from loving you.”

“You love me? I didn’t know. I always figured it was just me. 

“What?”

You give him a smile and inch closer to him. 

“I love you too. I didn’t think I’d be able to tell you.”

He moved closer to you and pulled you into a hug. You felt safe in his arms, the safest you’ve ever been.

“So…” You start, “What does this mean now? Like, what’re we gonna do?”

“What do you want to do?”

“Be with you.” You mumble out. 

“Hm? What’d you say? You wanna be with me?”

“Maybe.”

He leaned down and kissed your lips. It felt good to be like this with him again. Him being so physical with you. 

“Then it’s official. We’re together.”

“Does that mean you’ll take me out on dates now?”

“I wanna be your boyfriend, not your genie.”

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PART 2... i literally need to start writing my other baes but isaac too fine HES SO UGHGHHHHHHH (im a h03). anyways...

[mithliya]

I just think It’s weird how people on here act like they know everything going on in someone’s life just by reading their tumblr blog. Not to not all men but just so everyone knows.. not everyone in the military raped and murdered little children. Everyone saying like. “Oh so you’re fine with being married to someone who went to afghanistan and raped little girls and tortured and brutally murdered everyone in a five mile radius?????” Or just. I don’t know it’s just kind of dumb. Obviously that happens a lot in the military but……….. and also you don’t know their relationship either, so. You weren’t there which means you’ll never know the full story, just what kelly posts online. I’m not even the biggest fan of her, I don’t follow her, Im generally critical of women who marry men, et cetera. But I can see that it’s just stupid. You can’t know everything about someone just from online, for example, I hadn’t posted on my blog for months because I was in inpatient and wanted to actually focus on my recovery, but I had many people in my inbox, as well as mutuals talking, and everyone had a different idea to what had happened to me. Literally no one thought I was in inpatient since I hadn’t ever posted about it before (my blog is a fandom blog, so I don’t talk much about my personal life when it’s not in relation to the book). I don’t know. I think these people are just kind of dumb and maybe they need to go do something with their life. Call their mom, walk their dog, develop a sense of self awareness, and so forth.

listen he may be the worst person ever or the best man in the world, at the end of the day i literally don’t know him & yeah a man being in the military doesn’t mean he’s a rapist who killed brown ppl and raped every woman in his path. but i can understand not trusting him bc he’s in the military as well. like this is a specific person they’re talking about rather than them listing things the US military has been proven to have done. if we wanna argue that he’s probably the type or person who might overlook such issues then fine ok i can get that, if they wanna be like i can never trust or like a guy like that, fine sure. if they think hes unethical i get that too. but coming up with horrible scenarios and insisting it must’ve happened and thus it’s justifiable to hate on a random woman on tumblr bc she’s married to a guy in the military and the military is bad is perhaps 😭 just a little bit overboard? we do not know their relationship. we don’t know him or what he’s like to her or how she feels or anything else bc even ppl who talk about their lives on here aren’t telling u everything ever. we don’t know their lives like that n while i get it if ppl don’t like her bc no one can be liked by everyone, it’s just too much when ppl speculate and take ppls personal lives so personally in that way.

[kaveuh]

hi!! i have an headcanon that ibara has some scars all over his body because of his military training, so i would like to request a fluff where he shows his (gn) s/o some of them since they're dating for a while and he's more comfortable with them, and reader reassures ibara since he looks insecure about them

funny snake man deserves some love :)

★ — "KISS IT BETTER?" ibara saegusa x gn!reader

notes/warning(s) : past scars, slight ooc, oomfie ibara being insecure </3 that’s pretty much it(?)

genre : angst to fluff, comfort

word count : 713

a/n : my silly lil snake man does indeed deserve more love. he’s so scrimbly i love him sm, also i changed my layout again bc im indicisive. and i may have gone overboard.. again. (IM A CLINGY!IBARA TRUTHER I CANT BE STOPPED)

It wasn’t uncommon for Ibara to act vulnerable around you. For someone who’s known and described as a “venomous snake” by others, he sure is soft and sweet when he’s alone with his beloved. Ibara isn’t fond of talking about his past either, especially during his time in middle school.

But you’re his partner. He can trust you, right? For someone as kind as you, why would you stay with someone like him?

Ibara was so deep in his thoughts, that he failed to notice his partner repeatedly call out his name. A sudden poke on his shoulder was enough to snap him out of his senses. "Oh. It’s just you, (name)." He lets out a deep sigh, smiling softly. "What's wrong? Did you need anything?"

Right. They probably just want something in return. That’s why they’re staying with me.

"You’ve been spacing out for the past few minutes. Are you okay? Do you need to rest? I can go home if you want me to." You said, more than willing to give your boyfriend his well-deserved rest and time to himself. After all, he is a very busy, busy man. Ibara responded by rapidly shaking his head, gently wrapping his hand around your wrist, and pulled you back on the couch with him.

"Stay. I’m fine," He grumbled, avoiding your gaze as he was naturally embarrassed by his actions. "I'm just thinking." Followed by a huff, Ibara rests his head on your shoulder. He’s clingier than usual today.

You proceeded to gently play with his hair. He hums as a sign for you to keep going. "Hey, love?" Your boyfriend called out, your face flushing into a shade of pink upon hearing the sudden nickname. "Y-yeah? What’s up?" Ibara could only chuckle at your adorable reaction.

"I wasn’t happy when I was in the military, you know." Your expression softened. You weren’t oblivious. You knew how much he despised his early childhood. You never bothered asking about it as it was a topic that Ibara wanted to keep to himself until he was ready. "It was harsh. For a kid like me? I don’t even know how I stayed for that long." He continued, looking up at you in order to make sure you were listening.

"I’m scared, (name)." Ibara confesses, while you could only look at him in worry. "I’m scared that you don’t love me the way I do. I’m scared that you’re only using me in order to get something in return." He paused, thinking as if he wanted to show you something, but is quite hesitant. "I’m scared that if you see it, you’ll leave me."

"It's okay to be scared. But, I can assure you, that I want nothing in return. I'm simply with you because I want to," Your hand left his head to cup his face with both hands. "I won't ever leave you— whatever it is, it won’t be enough for me to leave." Ibara’s eyes were slightly widened, a shade of red hue plastered all over his (pretty) face.

He’s in a vulnerable state. You’re trusted, fully trusted, more than anything and anyone. Ibara slowly lifted his shirt, avoiding your face, afraid of what expression you may have on right now. "There's… alot of them. I know it’s dumb, I know it isn't like me to feel so… bothered about this kind of stuff. I don't know why I can't just ignore it. It feels so disgusting. I don't want you to find me gross, or icky."

"Ibara…" You sighed, trying to find the right words to say. "I'm happy that you trusted me enough to open up to me. I don't think you're gross, or disgusting, anything like that." You grinned as an idea popped into your head. "I can kiss them better, if you'd like."

Ibara blinks. "K-kiss it better?" He finally looked at you— your face, just like his, was red. Though, your expression showed nothing but pure genuine.

"Mhm! That way, I can show that I'll stay with you until the day I die!" You exclaimed, while your boyfriend finally let out a small and quiet laugh. "I don't think I like the sound of you dying, but I'd love for you to kiss it better."

[dejwritesarchived]

DEBT, CHAPTER 10

➣ warnings: yakuza boss!toji fushiguro x black coded reader, mentions of sex, mentions of sex work, profanity, gang violence, yakuza au, baby!megumi, drug mentioned, alcohol usage, drug usage, stripping, naoya being naoya, smut is included in this chapter ➣ chapter summary: an engagement dinner party ends in a quite interesting way that leads to something new between toji and y/n.

➣ tags: @maydayaisha @eiflawriting @ihateliyah @ceeriusly-dumb @galaxness @stephanythedramaqueen @littlemochi @babe-im-bi @todo7roki @whatdidhesayyyy @hellavile @protectpancakes @dazaisfavgf @etaerealboy @tojiswhore1 @bbgiirrll @aasouthteranoswife @caribbeanwifey19 @lilith412426

[ masterlist + previous + you can aslo read it on ao3 ]

YOU KNEW THAT YOU COULDN’T LET YOUR EMOTIONS GET THE BEST OF YOU TONIGHT. With the news that Asahi told you, you just wanted to curl into a ball. You were trying to tell yourself that your father wasn’t that much of a low life to do that, but when you met with Asahi he had that one look on his face. Even though you haven’t seen him in a while, you could still tell he wasn’t lying to you. He wasn’t the type of person to come up with a lie as huge as what he told you. You just couldn’t stop thinking about that last moment when your father called you that day. Was that moments before he was about to die? Maybe he was calling you to say his final goodbye. 

As you were walking around the restaurant making sure everything was okay before people arrived, you felt like you were so out of it. You even tried calming your nerves with glasses of champagne while you placed name cards near everyone’s seat, but that didn’t help. So instead, you buried yourself into tasks you technically hired people for. The thoughts still were swirling around in your head constantly and you were afraid that fancy cooked meals and expensive alcohol were not going to tug this feeling away. 

You sat down at the table in a popular ramen restaurant. You remember Asahi used to always bring you here after work because it was the only thing that would be open after your dreadful shifts. The both of you enjoyed ramen while he gracefully massaged your swollen feet under the table. You picked this location for a lot of reasons. For one, the two of you were familiar with this location. Then on top of that, it was in a district he controlled. 

You glanced up seeing him walk into the restaurant. He saw you and waltzed over after saying hello to its owners. He also had a folder with him. He sat at the table with a sly grin on his face, “So much for going down memory lane huh?” He said with a chuckle as he picked up the menu.

“Cut the bullshit Asahi, you know what I’m here for.” You said as you looked at him. 

“Fine.” He said with a sigh.

“So, start from the beginning. How the hell do you know my father?” 

“Before I begin, do you want to order a bottle of sake or something?” Asahi asked. “What I’m about to tell you, you probably won’t believe it, but I have evidence to back it up.” 

“Just get on with it, Asahi. I have an event to go to and I have to prepare for that.” 

“Fine, suit yourself cupcake.” Asahi flipped open the folder and he started to pull out everything. “Your father was in debt, lots of it! I never really understood because he had a pretty decent factory job, but everyone has their own temptations you know. Mine is cars and pretty women. Your father’s temptation was sadly gambling. He went around different districts collecting money from these yakuza and loan sharks for his temptations and it went down from there. He even paid off some debt with loans from different yakuza gangs. Which was extremely dumb, but it’s whatever. You’re probably thinking, well Asahi you must have finally caught up with my dad and put him out of his misery.” 

You rolled your eyes at the way he was telling the story. 

“Well, that is semi-true. But, your father went to one last person to try to see if they could help with his debt and it wasn’t me.” Asahi explained as he pushed the photo towards you.

You leaned forward and saw a picture of the councilmen that Asahi mentioned to you at the charity ball. “I’m confused.” 

“Your father was a very loyal worker to the councilman's son when he worked in that factory. Like very loyal, practically a fuckin’ lap dog. Not a good one though considering that they backstabbed him at the end, but they are key members of what I’m trying to explain.” 

“But aren’t you associated with that councilman? Why should I trust you? You could just be a lap dog just as much as my father was,” You eyed him suspiciously before Asahi let out a loud laugh.

“I’m doing that to figure out where my twin sister is, silly.” 

“Twin sister? You have never mentioned a twin sister to me like ever. Now that I remember, you hardly spoke about your family at all other than your mom.” You leaned back into your seat.

“We came here to talk about your father, not cut down the branches on my family tree.” Asahi sighed. “Now back to what I was saying. Y/N, everyone is crooked in Japan. No matter who controls what? What job occupation they have, just know they are crooked and the politicians are the most crooked ones.” 

A bottle of sake was placed on the table along with some glasses. You watched as Asahi pulled some in the glasses and slid a glass towards you. “Take a shot because you’re going to need it.” 

You rolled your eyes before grabbing the glass and drowning the alcohol. “Now continue because I don’t have all night.” 

“Y/N, this councilman and his son are in charge of prostitution rings in Japan. They pay some gangs to keep the girls and guys in check, but they’re the puppeteer of it all. You may ask, where does your dad come in on this scandal? But your father was providing a large number of foreigners for them in exchange for them to pay off his debt with multiple yakuzas.” 

You felt your heart drop in your chest and the most hideous knot form in your stomach. You grabbed the bottle of sake and pulled another drink of it, this time not being afraid to fill the glass up a little more than what Asahi first gave you. You took a long sip from the glass before placing it down. “What the fuck?” You asked out loud. “I just…he could have come to me. I would have fuckin’ helped him get out of this. Why would he stoop so low..”You felt your heartbeat quicken and your breathing grow uneasy. 

“Woah there darling, take some deep breaths. I can stop talking about it if it’s too much.” Asahi stared at you with worry in his eyes.

“No! I need to know what else happened.” You said. You could feel your eyes burning with your tears of frustration.

“I managed to get to him before any other yakuza boss snatched him up off the streets. I didn’t know he was your father until he started blabbering about the prostitution shit,” Asahi explained. “He kept talking about how he was almost done with his quota for the councilman. Mind you, he was explaining this as he was scared shitless.”

Although you knew how this story was going to end—you still were anticipating how your father’s story came to a close.

“So as he’s rambling on with tears in his eyes and snot coming down his nose. He’s describing how he only had to give the councilman son personally— one more girl, one more foreigner and that that girl was you. The only reason I knew that was because he showed me a picture of you in his wallet pleading that if I take you to the councilman—I’ll get my money plus some. I just saw red and couldn’t stop Y/N.” Asahi took another shot and leaned back into his seat.

“Granted, we did drift apart and I stopped showing up leaving you into the dark with a lot of shit in my life. However, I couldn’t continue to visit you in the club knowing that I knew why your father was in debt, how he was about to clear all that debt away, and how I was the one who watched him take his last breath.” Asahi admitted. “That’s why I disappeared.” 

“But he called me? He called me and he sounded frantic as if he was in danger.” You said.

“Well, he couldn’t have called you when he was with me. When I found him the only thing he had on him was his wallet. Maybe he called you before we found him 'cause he knew the one man who he thought he could trust threw him to the wolves,” Asahi shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t feel bad about killing him. He was going to sell you to clear his debt, how fuckin’ horrible do you have to be to force your daughter into something she doesn’t want to do.” 

“Where is my father’s body?” You asked. 

Frankly, with what you were hearing, your father didn’t even deserve the grave spot you reserved that was right next to your mother’s. He was better off where ever Asahi had thrown his body. 

“It’s buried where no one can find it and that’s all you need to know. I’m sorry for hiding this away from you and I don’t want the burden of your father’s debt to be on you. So I went ahead and cleared his debt from my organization and paid off his debt with other yakuza branches that I have connections with.” Asahi explained. 

“Asahi…” 

“No, it’s okay. If you need help with the other debt your dad owes—let me know.” Asahi answered. 

Just like that, Asahi collected his photos and such and left you at the table after paying for the bottle of sake you guys drank. You were stuck with the thoughts that your father was dead, some of his debt was paid off due to his cruddy crimes, and Asahi paid a good portion of it off.

Soon guests were arriving and you had to push everything you knew about your father to the back of your mind. You were going to try your hardest to mask your emotions for tonight. Even though you spent precious hours letting out soft sobs on your pillow trying to cope with what your father’s true intentions were. He was planning on selling you to a crooked politician to clear his debt. How selfish could he have been? You wanted to ask Asahi where he buried your father’s remains, just so you can spit on his grave out of anger. But tonight, as you said to yourself, was about a lovely couple that was celebrating such an amazing thing.

As more guests started to arrive and crowd up the restaurant, you were making sure that everything was picture-perfect. You glanced at yourself in a luxury restaurant mirror that was near the bathrooms rubbing your red lipstick-covered lips together. Despite the last-minute dress change, you looked very beautiful tonight. The nude-colored Versace strapless dress hugged your figure perfectly. You had many men that were in attendance heads turning to glance when you walked by them, but soon their eyes would avert elsewhere when they knew who you were.

“That’s Toji’s.” One would say. 

“Yeah, he’s one lucky guy.” Another would add. 

 You didn’t even have the energy to correct them. You weren’t Toji’s. However, from the outside—it sure looked like you were his. When you walked into the meeting room where a lot of Toji’s business was handled, a lot of men graced you with respect. You weren’t sure if it was because Toji made it known that you should be respected, but you weren’t going to complain. You appreciate them for looking after you even though they most likely viewed you in the manner where Toji met you at. On a pole and in the skimpiest outfits that left little to the imagination. 

“I just got word that the couple is on their way,” A person approached you and said.

“Okay, is everything ready? Has the chef started prepping for the appetizers? I need everything to be perfect.” You said.

“Yes, you can relax and have fun now. You did a wonderful job planning this for them.” One of the workers said with a smile. 

When you mentioned the idea of the engagement party to Toji, from your knowledge you told him to let you handle everything. Toji being Toji just gave you his card and stated, ‘anything for Kento and Farahi’. You were never shy to collect Toji’s card, he usually insisted you did. You manage to book out the restaurant where Nanami and Farahi’s first fancy date was at. It had an open bar, an open dessert bar, and the best of the best with made-to-order food from an exclusive menu that Nanami helped create. You didn’t notice how tense you were until the worker urged you to relax. You let out a deep sigh before thanking the worker and eventually letting your body let loose. Finally, push the thought of your father out of your mind for tonight and focus on the party for Fahari and Kento. 

Your YSL heels clicked against the freshly waxed floors as you saw a familiar duo you haven’t seen in a while. It didn’t shock you to find one of them at the dessert table. When you approached them, you would cross your arms over your chest. “Did you even eat dinner yet, Satoru?” 

“Uhh—totally. Two glasses of champagne are enough.” Gojo joked as he smiled at you. His crystal blue eyes peeking at you through the shades that hang on the bridge of his nose.

Geto was sipping on some liquor as he was eyeing people around the room, “Can’t believe he’s getting married. Love is really in the air,” he sighs happily.

“Yeah, that means you two are next.” You nudged both of them since you wiggled your way in between them. 

“I’m predicting it’s you,” Gojo says as he looked at you. His eyes stare at you then ahead.

“You think so?” You questioned. “I don’t see wedding bells in my future.” 

“You also didn’t see any of this in your future either, so..” Geto’s voice trails off before he goes to sip at his liquor once again. 

“That is true,” You sighed out now thinking about the fact that your life changed drastically. “How were the missions you guys were sent off to do? I missed you two so much. You guys missed it, Toji cooked for me.”

You watched Geto and Gojo stare at you most confusingly. Gojo finished the cake pop he was nibbling on and grabbed another glass of champagne to wash it down with, “Toji…cooked?” Gojo asked. “That’s hard to believe.”

“Yes.” You repeated. 

“He hasn’t cooked in the kitchen since Megumi’s mother passed,” Geto uttered as he looked at you. Now it was his turn to nudge you, “You got our boss being all soft and shit,” He chuckles.

You could feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment at Geto’s comment. You just felt that Toji’s feelings about you were going to change as soon as you get the courage to tell him about Asahi. You knew that Naoya most likely told him about your relationship with the leader of the Endo gang. This morning before you left to run errands and meet with Asahi, Toji was as quiet as ever while moving around the house. He didn’t even offer to drive you to your destination, just told you to pick up a set of car keys and take one of his cars. Was he disappointed in you for keeping something like this from him? Perhaps you hurt his feelings because he knew deep down why you would know Asahi. It wasn’t rocket science to piece the pieces together. You had to talk to him as soon as he arrived, but for now, you wanted to catch up with Gojo and Geto. 

“How was the mission?” You nudge both of their sides trying to get some information out of them.

“Fuckin’ wonderful. You should have seen me, Y/N. I was a complete superstar in that meeting with this dude from a cartel in Brazil.” Gojo gloated. “Plus, I didn’t think my Portuguese was that good. But, good thing I paid attention being home-schooled.” 

You grinned up at Gojo as you hugged his side, “I’m so proud of you. I’m sure all of this is going to pay off and your parents are going to be excited to hear that.” You said. 

“I hope so, those guys down there surely can drink,” Gojo said as he remembered the faint memory of Geto and himself going out with some of the members. 

“So, where do we sit?” Geto answered. 

“Well, we’re at that table right there.” You pointed to the table that was closest to the tables where Fahari and Kento would be, alongside their families. “It’s you two, myself, Toji, a woman named Shoko, and Naoya.” 

“You invited that piss-colored-haired idiot?” Gojo asked.

“He kinda invited himself and I told Kento I could just give him a different address and you know how he is….he just said it’s okay. As long as I keep my dog on the leash.” You said throwing your hands up. “He’s an okay guy, may say some questionable things, but he’s tolerable.” 

Gojo and Geto stared at you as if you’d grown an extra pair of arms and a head. “I’m not sitting next to him.” Gojo quickly waltzed over to the table to switch the name cards around. 

With you and Geto not far behind him, you started to speak once more. “He is the reason I finally got the closure I have on the situation with my dad. While you two were gone, we found out who's the head of the Endo gang.” 

“Is your father dead? Are they responsible for his death? Let us know now and we’ll go get it back in—” Geto’s words were interrupted by you. 

“It’s okay. I think I should tell everyone another time.” You said out loud. “Faharai and Kento don’t deserve their night ruined for something like this.” You forced a comforting smile on your face that you knew both the two men in front of you knew that smile as fake as ever.

They didn’t argue against your words, but they sat at their assigned seats after switching the cards around. Now you were sitting in between Naoya and Toji at the circular table. You sat down at the table to rest your feet, mentally cursing yourself for not bringing any slides to put on when the night would die down. “Have you guys talked to Toji? I left out before him to make sure this place was ready?” 

“Yeah, he said he was on his way. Megumi puked on his shirt.” Geto answered. “But that was about fifteen minutes ago when I spoke to him.” 

Your lips parted to speak, but when the couple of the evening arrived all eyes were on them. Rightfully so because Fahari and Kento complimented each other very well. You could feel how much they cared for each other just by the way their eyes twinkled brighter than the ring that was on Fahari’s finger when they looked at each other. The couple decided on color coordinating a dark red color, similar to an expensive bittersweet bottle of red wine. The couple walked into the restaurant with a huge smile on their face as the guests of the party started greeting them. 

“They work so well together, you know?” Geto spoke up as he was fiddling with the fork that was on the table. 

“They do, remember how nervous he was before their first date.” Gojo chuckled.

“So nervous he brought four different bouquets.” Geto snickered. “He was a nervous wreck.” 

As Geto and Gojo were talking, you saw Toji arrived not too long after Faharai and Kento. You have to remind yourself to congratulate them once more, being engaged is something that should be celebrated. Especially in a cruel world that seems like it lacks love in the first place. Toji spotted you near the table and slowly started making his way through the crowd of people, a car seat in one hand and a diaper bag hanging from his shoulder. He finally approached the table with a slight smile. “Sorry, we’re late. He puked on my shirt.” He admitted as his head motioned down to little Megumi.

Your eyes traveled down at Megumi in the car seat gleefully kicking his legs and reaching out his arms for you to pick him up. You couldn’t help but smile, noticing that the Fushiguro boys were matching. Megumi even had a baby bow tie also. Toji had placed the car seat on one of the chairs and began to unstrap Megumi, who was gaining the attention of passing guests. Many of them were cooing at how adorable he looked in his attire tonight. 

“Have you spoken to Naoya any time today? I can’t get in contact with him for some reason.” Toji said as he finally picked Megumi up from his car seat. The dark-haired baby now was admiring his newest environment while his father was holding him. 

“I texted him asking him what time was he coming, but I didn’t get a response from him.” You admitted. 

Was Naoya still upset over you knowing Asahi? It had to be that, but then again he would not just leave you in the dark. He’ll give you some half ass response as a text or even leave you on read before not responding to you at all. 

“That’s odd, he told me what happened at the ball,” Toji admitted. His piercing green eyes watched as your expression changed.

“Toji, I can explain—“ Your words were cut off when you heard the squeal of Megumi's name.

Fahari had joined you two and she instantly could tell she had cut in a very odd time. She gave a smile at Toji and then at you and soon just scooped Megumi out of Toji’s off. You could tell Megumi was very familiar with her with the way his laughter was so loud when Fahari was blowing raspberry kisses on his cheek. “I’m stealing these two away, Toji. We’ll be back.” She says before smiling at him. 

“Uh, okay. Just make sure he doesn’t get drool on his shirt,” Toji searched through the diaper bag and grabbed a bib to give to Fahari.

“We won’t be gone for long, I just need to get to know your friend some more. You know, a friend of yours is a friend of mine.” Fahari motioned for you to follow her as the two of you traveled further to the back of the restaurant that was meant for lounging. 

You sat down on the soft chair letting out a sigh. You were grateful that Fahari interjected. You didn’t even have a clue about how you were going to tell Toji about your relations with Asahi. Frankly, you were going to wait until after the dinner party—but he had just had to bring it up at a moment like this. 

“I just had to get you away from them guys.” Fahari chuckles. “That’s kinda the lifestyle when you’re with someone like Toji. It’s pretty nice to have another girl around here,” Fahari says as she was bouncing Megumi on her lap. “I don’t think we properly met yet, but I know so much about you. I’m Fahari.” 

“I’m Y/N,” You said as you looked at her.

Why did it feel like you were being interrogated? 

“I know who you are,” Fahari said in a stern and demanding voice causing you to swallow the nervous pit that formed in your throat.

Soon the woman burst into laughter, “Oh gosh, I’m joking with you, Y/N. I do know who you are, you’re the one who planned all of this.” 

“No, your fiancé did.” You tried to lie but Fahari only chuckled.

“I know you did.” Fahari glances over at Nanami who was talking to Gojo and Geto. “If he did, he wouldn’t have looked so relaxed right now. He would be so worried that everything is perfect for me that he’ll look like he hasn't slept for days.” She chuckles. “Thank you. With what they do, we never actually have time for shit like this.” 

“You’re welcome,” You smiled at her. “Someone has to be the example of a happy couple around here.” You joked.

“Oh, so you and Toji aren’t a thing? The way Nanami described it, you would think you two are fucking..” Fahari’s voice trails off before she looks at you.

You caught her drift immediately, “No, we’re not. Oh my god! No! I’m just helping him with some stuff.” You soon realized how crazy that sounded also.

“Whatever you say, Y/N.” Fahari chuckles. “As I said, any friend of Toji’s is a friend of mine. However, if you do anything that puts him and this little one in danger—I can’t guarantee that I’ll be as nice as I am right now.” 

Your eyes met with Fahari’s and you would only nod. “I would never put them in harm's way. So, you don’t have to worry about anything. Frankly, after I’m done with what Toji wants me to—it’s best if I disconnect with them anyway.” 

Fahari chuckles, “I said something similar when I found out about Ken’s occupation. A fuckin’ first lieutenant in a yakuza gang thought he was a literature professor or something. But, I just couldn’t leave him, you know?” Fahari shrugs. “Fuckin’ gangstas and their soft side, huh?” 

Now it was you that was chuckling, with every dangerous man that had stepped into your life—they all showed a side to you that you were sure their enemies never saw. Perhaps, it was time for you to admit that you weren’t going anywhere. Although you were sure that the debt was slowly decreasing—you highly doubt Toji would even let you out of his sight once you tell him what your father's plan was. You were attached and hardly put up a  fight to detach yourself. 

“We should get back since I’m pretty sure they’re beginning to serve food.” Fahari would stand up leading the way back to the dining area of the restaurant. She returned Megumi to Toji so she could speak with her other guests, but before parting ways she says. “Be sure to get my number before you leave, I be needing some girl time around here.”

You smiled at her. “Same, do you know how awkward it is third wheeling with those two?” Your head motioned to Geto and Gojo and Fahari chuckled. 

“I have picked drunken them up from a karaoke bar before so yes,” She chuckles before giving you a sly wave and going to the table that was meant for her and Kento.

When you took your seat, all of the guys turned to look at you. “What?” You questioned as you sipped at the glass of champagne that the waiter placed in front of you. 

“Did you guys talk about Toji?” Gojo’s fork pointed at you.

“No, we talked about you.” You sarcastically said. 

“Satoru, please give the woman some space. Plus, it’s none of your business.” A brunette woman sat down at the table. 

Gojo rolled his eyes before he’s motioning between both you and this woman. “Y/N, this is Shoko. Shoko, this is Y/N.” 

Shoko would give you a sly grin, “The gang’s neighborhood doctor, sadly.” She forces a fake smile before grabbing Geto’s glass of champagne and chugging it.

“You could have got your own!” Geto spoke up.

“Doctor? So, you also work in a hospital?” You asked. 

“Occasionally, I do travel and work in hospitals. But for now, I have my own private practice,” Shoko says. “You know, for people at this table.” She adds. 

“Shoko has stitched me up too many times,” Toji nudges you lightly with a grin.

“And I’m so glad since you had Megumi that you have toned down getting hurt. You’re already pushing retirement home age, don’t need you to get there any quicker by getting stabbed again.” Shoko says as she glanced at the menu for dinner tonight. 

“Stabbed!” You exclaimed as you looked at Toji.

“It’s a very long story,” Toji says. “I’ll tell you the story and even show you the scar another time.” He had placed Megumi’s pacifier in his mouth. 

“I remember that night, he didn’t even know he had the damn knife in his back,” Gojo says. 

“That was because of the adrenaline,” Shoko adds.

Time went on and dinner was served to the guests. Nanami and Fahari stopped at the table countless times to talk to you guys, but they always were tugged away to accept gifts from their family and friends. You found yourself talking to Shoko more while the guys were socializing. Of course, Megumi soaked up a lot of the attention from the guest—especially when Gojo had the baby with mashed potato stains on his face after he ate. The more Shoko talked, the more you learned about the many stories of different gang members coming to her all banged up or cut up. She even told you about how she had to remove a bullet from one of Toji’s men while they were speeding down the freeway towards her private practice. 

The sound of tapping on a glass gained everyone’s attention. All heads turned to look at the main table where Fahari and Kento’s family were at. There the two stood holding hands with huge smiles on their faces. You were hoping each gang member in the room was soaking up this moment—it was rare having Nanami smile around the gang. He always had that serious look that meant he was here for business and no games. Fahari held the mic one of the workers gave to her 

“We would like to announce that we’re expecting our first child together,” Fahari said in the mic with a smirk that lit up the room. “I’m excited for this new journey in our lives and I can’t wait to meet our little bundle of joy,” She says before placing the mic down.

The room erupted in cheers and clapping as Nanami tugged Fahari in for a long loving kiss that caused everyone to cheer even louder. Soon a crowd gathered around them to congratulate them on the soon-to-be journey of being parents. 

“Wow,” You said out loud. You knew Fahari was pregnant already, but you just loved seeing everyone happy for the couple. 

But it was something that Shoko said that caused you to raise your eyebrows in curiosity. 

“I wonder if this means, Kento has a way out,” Shoko said as she was twirling around her box of cigarettes on the table. 

“A way out?” You asked. 

“Yeah, once you have a kid—Toji gives you the option to step down and leave the gang.” Shoko would sigh. “I’m going to go smoke if the others ask.” 

AS THE NIGHT WENT ON OF WATCHING FAHARI AND KENTO’S LOVE, you sat at the table just looking around at everyone. You were grateful for the new people that you have met within these weeks. You had a bond with Geto and Gojo. You saw Kento in a new light now that you’ve discovered he was such a lover boy. You met Shoko who was more behind the scenes and only was needed when a member got hurt and she was perfectly okay with it. Naoya didn’t even show up, which you were disappointed with considering the pleading you did on his behalf. Now that you thought about it, Naoya hasn’t texted or called you to do his daily flirting. Which wasn’t like him at all. Hopefully, he had just partied a little too much the previous night and was sleeping off his hangover. 

Your thoughts were interrupted as you could feel someone’s presence next to you. While you push around pieces of the half-eaten chocolate-covered strawberries you were nibbling on, soon when you got a whiff of that familiar Dior cologne—you knew who was sitting next to you. Toji took the seat next to you as the night was winding down in the restaurant. His black tie was undone as he was doing the same thing as you, observing and taking in everyone's demeanor.

It was the first time he saw his gang relax. He watched as Kento was holding Megumi while Farahi was causing Megumi to shriek with the most adorable laughs. The woman used a napkin to collect any drool that was coming out of Megumi’s mouth to prevent his outfit from getting wet. “They’re going to make wonderful parents.” You said out loud as you watched the couple.

“Of course, they are,” Toji says as he looks at you and then back at the engaged couple. 

You could feel that he had his arm around the back of your chair. You glanced over at him letting your head rest on your hand, “Did you have fun tonight?” You asked.

Toji looked at you pushing his chair further towards you and closer to the table, “I did actually. I think everyone deserved a night like tonight. Especially considering what’s to come,” Toji says bluntly. 

“I know.” You sighed as you thought about Asahi once more. Your skin heated up instantly out of anger about the situation once again. 

“But just know I won’t let him hurt you,” Toji adds. “I’m not sure what’s the relationship between you two and frankly I don’t give a damn. It’s in the past for a reason and we’re keeping it that way.” He found himself rambling on. It could have been the little bit of liquor he sipped on finally hitting his larger frame. 

“I got you, Y/N,” Toji adds. 

Although you were aware that Asahi would never hurt you. He killed your father to protect you, after all. You couldn’t help but smile at Toji. “You got me?” 

“Mhm,” Toji hummed as his eyes looked at you. He was so busy with making sure Megumi was okay that he didn’t even get to gawk at how beautiful you looked tonight. From the way, the sheer dress hugged your features to the way the red lipstick you had on went well with your complexion. You were driving him crazy tonight. Or was it because of the alcohol? 

“Hm, I’m starting to think you’re getting attached here, Mr. Fushiguro.” You responded before taking the strawberry on your plate and finally taking a bite of it.

Toji inched a little closer this time the scent of him had you trapped. “You haven’t complained yet about it. I know I said it’s not smart for us to get attached but I have noticed something.” He looks into your eyes.

“And that thing is?” You asked. 

“You’re single. Naoya is single and obviously interested in you, but you shut him down every time. Then it’s your not-so-mysterious relationship with Asahi.” Toji explained. “Starting to think you’re just as attached as me.” Toji leaned over letting the pad of his thumb rub the chocolate from the chocolate-covered strawberry you were eating off the corner of your lip. He soon placed the same thumb in his mouth lapping up the smudge of chocolate that was once on your lip. 

Your heart was pounding in your chest. You weren’t sure if it was because of his words or his actions. The feeling of being hot with rage due to thinking about Asahi was now replaced with being hot for Toji. Frankly, what he said was true. You were as attached to Toji as he was to you. 

You had finished your glass of champagne before pushing yourself from the table. You tugged your dress down before walking in the direction of the bathroom. You turn around to meet Toji’s eyes and you watch his face glow a bright red before he’s finishing off his drink also. You smirk before going into the bathroom. Even the bathroom in this restaurant reeked of richness. You pushed each stall door open, being sure that no one was in there because you were positive that Toji followed behind you. 

You couldn’t believe you were doing this. You weren’t sure if it was alcohol you consumed, your feelings for Toji, or if you just wanted this moment to make you forget what your father did. Just wait until Farahi hears about this, your talk from earlier—the woman already suspected some hidden feelings between yourself and Toji. You would let the cold water run over your hands as you thought that maybe you were dreaming. However, when you saw Toji sliding into the bathroom door and being sure to lock it—you knew you weren’t dreaming. You would grab a paper towel to dry your hands quickly before you’re looking at him, your lips parting to speak but soon his lips crash upon yours in a flash. The taste of the liquor he was drinking lingered on his lips causing you to be even more intoxicated by his kisses. You could feel your back pressed against the edge of the row of sinks in the bathroom and Toji didn’t waste any time lifting you to place you on the sink. He took comfort in the space in between your thighs and the kiss didn’t break just yet. 

You could feel his hands lingering up the dress you were wearing causing it to rise just a bit more. He even inched closer just so you could feel his clothed bulge upon your folds in your panties. “Let’s just do it already.” You moaned out when you felt Toji’s lips trailing kisses down your neck.

Red lipstick staining his plump lips, Toji did what he was told. He undid his pants and soon could feel how loose they were around his waist. He’s digging into his Calvin Klein briefs to tug out his member and he chuckled seeing your reaction. 

“Jeez, I see how Megumi was created,” You uttered, your eyes glancing down at the dick that stood hard and ready to feel you clutching around him. 

“Don’t let the size scare you, you’re a big girl and you’re going to take this dick, right?” Toji uttered as he inches his face closer to yours.

His words and tone of lust were a complete panty soaker. He would tug your panties to the side and he let his fingers glide across your pussy lips. The feeling of your sleek staining his fingertips caused him to go feral. He grabbed ahold of his cock and let his tip tease you as he brushed it against your drooling entrance. “Look at that, I barely touched you and you’re so wet for me doll,” Toji says.

“Toji.” You whined as your hips bucked for some form of friction. “Stop the teasin’.” 

“Why? Isn’t that what you've been doing all along?” Toji asked.

He didn’t even give you time to answer before he’s trapping you with a lust-filled kiss once again. But this time you were forced to moan into his mouth as you felt Toji fill you up with his cock bit by bit. The pornographic wet sound that was heard when he finally bottoms down fully inside you caused you to break apart the kiss to let out a moan. 

“I told you—you fit so perfectly around me,” Toji emitted. The intense feeling of you clutching around him was causing him to go insane and soon he’s grasping at your thighs to move his hips further towards yours. 

Your head fell back to be met with the glass mirror and that didn’t stop Toji from his brash thrusts that were tugging you closer to the edge. The grip he had upon your thigh was so tight that you knew it was going to leave a bruise, but you didn’t care. You were so into the moment that Toji could leave as many marks on you as possible and you wouldn’t care. You weren’t sure what possessed you to cross this line with Toji, especially the running thought of not wanting to get attached to him. However, with the chilling thoughts of what your father was doing—you wanted to drown your sorrows away. No matter if it was with liquor and just sex, you didn’t want to think about your father, his horrible actions, and his death. 

Within the minutes of Toji being in between your legs mushing his hips forward to feel the wonderful feeling of your pussy clenching around him. You weren’t even sure how many times you had cum. Your thighs quivered as soon as he removed his dick covered in your essence. Desperation lingered on your face as you ached for more, such eagerness for Toji to fill you up again that your hands went in between your thighs to put back in. You heard Toji chuckle before he’s pinning your hands above your head. You could feel the coolness of the mirror on the back of your hand. 

“Stop rushing, I want you to savor the moment.” Toji hummed as he used his free hand to prompt your leg upon his shoulder.

You were completely vulnerable to what was to come. He soon used his hand to guide his cock back towards your drooling entrance. His fat mushroom-shaped tip brushed against your pussy and Toji felt your body tense up. “Just relax, you took me so well the first time.” 

Toji was shoving himself back inside you bit by bit and slowly just to push you further to the edge of your orgasm you had lost count of. 

“Look how well you’re taking me, like the pretty girl you are.” Toji groaned through the lewd sound of your skin slapping against each other.

You were curious to look in between the gap in your bodies. You felt lightheaded seeing the way Toji’s cock looked inside you. It was a beautiful sight considering how thick Toji’s dick was, but also terrifying due to how girthy his cock was to even be able to fit inside of you. 

“I’m so close,��� Toji spoke while rocking his hips at a rhythmic pace. 

You weren’t sure what possessed you to moan out such words. But it just stuttered out like a broken record that kept repeating itself. Your walls fluttered around his cock while exhaustion finally hit your body. You could tell that Toji was feeling the same way. His eyebrows furrowed together and his face was as red as a tomato, he was about to cum. 

“Cum in me.” You moaned out. “Let it all out Toji.” You said through moans.

Toji didn’t argue against your wishes. He gladly let it all out. Thick warm ropes of cum shot inside you you just in time for Toji to trap your loud moan of his name. His tongue forced its way down your throat wanting to taste you through his mind-blowing high of being inside you. You were too addicting to Toji and he loved to admit that he hadn’t felt this way in a while. His strokes were slow and hesitant before he finally pulled out. His skin felt so hot as he ran his fingers through his jet-black hair. 

It took a couple of seconds for you to finally gain your composure. You hopped down from the sink to clean yourself up although you could feel Toji’s cum inside of you. Toji was also cleaning himself up collecting his thoughts just like you. 

“We should make a stop at a convenience store before we go home.” You admitted as you turned to him. You started to fix his clothes for him, slowly tucking in his button-down shirt in his pants and soon buckling his pants. 

“It was the bliss of the moment,” Toji sighed happily as his hands found their way to your waist. 

“This changes everything, you know?” You questioned as your eyes glanced up to meet with Toji’s. 

“Are you saying this because of your former relations with him or?” Toji asked. His question trailed off as he waited for your answer.

“Are you asking this question because you think I’m going to go back to Asahi?” You questioned.

Toji kissed his teeth at your question. He hated to admit that Asahi’s name leaving your lips after such an intense moment made him feel jealous. “Are you?” His hands dropped from your waist in disappointment.

“You asking me this after we just had sex is insane.” You snickered. “I’m not interested in Asahi, I can’t say the same for him. But like you said, I’m just attached to you as you are to me.” 

“I have to compete with him and Naoya? You’re killing me, Y/N.” 

[minjunz]

heyyy i hope your doing finee <3 i just saw that yangyang and shotaro as boyfriends and that was literally the most satisfying and cutest thing ive read so far :( ... also nice to meet u! im new on here (like no joke i just joined like 2 weeks ago)— anyways cld i req the same thing but with xiaojun and hendery as well 🥺🫶🏽 idk im in my feels 😞❤️ take your time w this one lovely xoxo

hii!! i hope you’re doing fine as well ^^ had to absolutely wrack my tiny little peanut brain for these, i’m so bad at writing for anyone except nct dream so i’m super sorry if this is subpar D: ty for requesting though!

nice to meet you too btw!!!!

xiaojun and hendery as boyfriends! [gn reader]

XIAOJUN ☀️

goes shopping with you but you both end up just buying stuff for bella instead

takes bella on walks with you and you end up having to run with him

appreciates all your weird jokes but doesn’t really understand them. he just thinks you’re cute

constantly gushing about you to everyone

experiments with recipes (like the oreo cake) and uses you as his test subject

would die for you

sends you gym photos. also sends you bella photos

you constantly get into dumb playful arguments about stupid things like if milk or cereal goes first

likes headbutting you in an affectionate way

if you’re checking your outfit in the mirror he’ll come up behind you and just start flexing

pinches your cheeks so often there’s xiaojun prints permanently engraved in your skin

he also likes laying his head on your ass. he says it’s like a heated pillow

tries to act mature and manly when you go for nights out

you get home and he immediately falls on top of you and won’t move unless you pinch or kiss him

prefers video call to audio call if he’s away

he’s always trying to get you to feel more confident

i think he’s the type to give a million pecks instead of just one kiss

[sorry i see xiaojun as a brother figure it’s so hard to write for him 😭]

you ask him to step on you as a joke and he looks at you like you’re clinically insane

makes an effort to take you on as many dates as he possibly can

you build giant lego sets together

takes the worst photos of you but it’s ok

makes dinosaur noises at you to end conversations

protects his squidward beanie with his life. the only thing you’re not allowed to touch when he has it on

he looks like a guard dog from afar but he’s actually whispering “look at my boobs” into your ear

HENDERY ☁️

a clown.

if he can’t make you laugh at least thrice a day then he won’t sleep

i feel like 90% of the time he’s messing around and being playful with you but the other 10% of the time he’s SO romantic

like he’ll set up candle light three course meals in your living room just because he wants to

he gets really really shy/awkward when meeting your friends or family though and won’t let go of your hand

will wake you up by making weird noises in your face or twerking

calls you his prince/princess in the middle of kisses

puts on his ‘girl voice’ when he wants you to do something

force feeds you his food because he wants you to try it

buys shirts with you in mind. he wants you to like them enough to steal them

nose boops you like a dog

vlogs to his story and always hypes you up for no reason

“hey guys look at how amazing, gorgeous, cool, showstopping, brilliant, incredible, magnificent and CUTE y/n is. look at my baby.”

knows all your likes and dislikes. he’ll eat what you don’t like if you’re determined to get something with it though

compliments you in a different language to your face then refuses to tell you what he’s saying

even if you’re attacking him he’ll just grin and shake his head

sometimes you wake up and he’s just stood at the foot of your bed like a sleep paralysis demon

or he’s stood in front of your mirror doing weird dances

staring contests but he’s trying to distract you by blowing kisses the whole time

sends you cat thirst trap photos

absolutely destroys you when you play fight then apologises immediately after

so comfortable around you. almost too comfortable. like he shits with the door open

sends you horrible puns every hour

neighbours called the police once because they thought you were murdering someone but you were just trying to make hendery jump and he screamed

[shotorozu]

i feel like im annoying lol but here i am again 🥴

🥴 how do da boys react to a super bimbo mc like shes busty, sweet, innocent, helpful as much as she can be and doesnt really realize when people are hitting on her, she just thinks theyre being extra friendly. (Tamaki, izuku, shoto, denki, bakougo) or any of ur choice

Sorry if I’m being annoying ( •᷄ὤ•᷅)？ and tysm

bimbo s/o

character(s) : bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, amajiki tamaki (bnha)

probably (?) part one // ?

legend : [Y/N = your name] female! s/o, quirk not specific

headcanon type : fluff, crack (x reader)

note(s) : sooo 🤩 it’s my birthday tomorrow, not excited about that?? not sure! but im definitely gonna post more tomorrow, just because

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bakugou katsuki

you didn’t seem like his type tbh. you’re kinda an airhead, and you’re sweet and helpful to everyone

and awfully innocent,,

so, you seemed like the person that bakugou would try and stay away from, but nope!

not in this case. i’m not sure what conspired in this explosive blond’s head, but he had a oddly specific attraction to you

he used to hate being around you, but it’s also quite entertaining being around you but why, you may ask?

not only are you super nice, and helpful, but you’re very likable too! which caused you to get secret admirers, and fanboys

but you also so happen to be clueless as fuck, so katsuki would always stick around— obviously very amused, only to tell you what their true intentions are

“what do they mean, go out? like,, outside?”

“no, dumbo. they wanna date you.”

“..like the calendar?”

“hah?? are you dumb?” he actually hated how oblivious you were at first, but he just got used to it

but this clueless airhead trait of yours is what he also hates, because when he developed feelings for you— he’d have to tell you

and,, he’s not the best with being direct with romantic stuff. so— you can see how that went.

he ended up confessing you in the most direct way he could’ve said it, but you still. didn’t. understand.

“fuck sake, i want to be your significant other. your fucking lover, the bitch that’ll be with you until this dumbass brain of yours stops working.”

okay, he was a little too direct, but at least you know his feelings!

when you both finally get together, everyone is shocked. like,, you, the sweetheart that likes helping people— dating thee bakugou katsuki??

everyone thought you were threatened to date him, because you didn’t understand other people’s advances— but in reality, katsuki just told you what he felt

straight from the heart.

also, since you’re also quite busty, katsuki loves sleeping on them— he literally won’t sleep, until he has his head resting on those milkers of yours

“maybe this is all you’re good for, huh? a fuckin’ head rest. there might not be anything up there, but at least it gives me some good fuckin’ sleep.”

he,, doesn’t mean that. you’re useful in so many other ways, but he loves pretending that he thinks that way, because of your replies

“ah, yes! i’m fine with being your head rest, katsuki. rest well, love!”

you’re not hurt, because he makes it a point to tell you multiple times a day that you mean lots to him.

but he gets super mad when people tell you that you’re stupid. because he can only tell you that!!

todoroki shouto

you also didn’t seem like you’d be his type,, everyone thought he would’ve wanted someone that’s smart as momo, or something similar

but he’s very content with being with you, for reasons he can’t seem to figure out.

he has his habit of watching you help people from afar, and he couldn’t help but smile whenever he engages in conversations with you

yeah sure, you might be more of an airhead than most people— but you have a heart of gold! and that’s what gathered his attention

sometimes, he’s quite clueless to some social cues— but even he can connect the dots

which you can’t seem to do. but you’re in luck! shouto’s usually the one that tells you what they mean

it’s something he loves and hates, only because of how popular you are with people in general.

sometimes, shouto debates if he should even tell you what they mean— because well,, he likes you.

usually, shouto would interpret things to you like this

“,, they like you,, romantically.”

“shou, are you sure? they look like they wanna be my friend!” he lets you call him by his first name, just because of how content you look by calling him ‘shouto’

he ends up whispering something into your ear, and your eyes light up in realization. “oh! so how princess bubblegum likes marceline?”

“,, yeah.”

but being shouto todoroki has it’s advantages. he isn’t afraid of being as direct as he could possibly be.

“may i have the honor of being your lifelong partner?”

“..?”

“oh, romantically. i’d love to be your lover, Y/N.”

“..oh! that’s what you meant.”

the way he sees you stumble with your words, as you pace back in forth— completely flustered by his words

makes him smile

and it all ends well when his friends see that his wallpaper is literally him laying down on your chest

which is something he always wanted to do

“shouto,, did you finally confess?!”

“yes. they said yes.”

they’re not really surprised that you understood, courtesy to shouto’s bluntness.

he is your protector against all of the people that make you seem useless. man literally lashed out when his father asked him to date someone with ‘more intelligence’

“Y/N may not be the definition of being book smart, but Y/N’s not useless!”

in short— he’s the bimbo protector! he’ll always be patient around you, and he would never dare to dumb you down.

amajiki tamaki

oh lOrd, please help him

you’re so kind, sweet, and helpful. you’d help anyone— regardless of their personality. and that’s what made tamaki interested in you

but you’re also very popular. which he could see why— since you’re attractive in a unique and special way.

tamaki absolutely disliked the idea of your kindness being taken advantaged of. i mean,, the guts of some people!

but he also hated being the one to break the news to you good or bad

he’s not good with the blunt stuff either, and he might’ve been worried about being around you— because well,, you look like you wouldn’t even hurt a fly.

“tamaki, what do they mean by ‘coming home with them for a nice time’ do they.. want to play mario cart with me?”

he looks like he needs to pass out, but he ends up telling you anyway. he’s just lucky that you could hear him.

but he sighs in relief when you end up kindly declining

nejire and mirio are SO amused by this pairing. i mean, it’s an interesting dynamic! how could they not be invested?

yet, they refuse to even explain things to you, especially when tamaki’s around to do said explaining

because apparently, ‘it’ll help you socialize more, especially with Y/N!’

but remember when i said that tamaki wasn’t great with the blunt approach? yeah— he’d have a heart attack, just trying to explain his feelings

“i— uhm how do i say this,, would you like t-to go out for some dinner with m-me?”

“oh sure! i should go tell mirio and nejire” you’d say that with a smile, and it felt like he was going to pass away on the spot.

nejire and mirio were the ones the tell you that ‘no, tamaki doesn’t want to be friendly with you, because he wants to romantically date you.’

and it felt like forever when they were explaining how and why, while tamaki was sitting in the corner.

but thank GOD! because you like him too!

super hesitant on resting on your chest, i mean,, to him, it looked like the nicest pillow for the deepest sleep! but he wasn’t sure if that’d be okay

because no!! to!! taking!! advantage!! of!! Y/N’s!! kindness!!

speaking of that, despite the fact that he’s socially awkward— he will not hesitate on defending you from any haters!

like, when people say that “tamaki and Y/N are such an awkward couple. tamaki’s super awkward, it looks like there’s nothing in Y/N’s brain. maybe she’s brainless”

because how dare they. not everyone is book smart— but that doesn’t give people the right to call you stupid!

“Y/N’s not brainless! she’s kind, helpful, and the sweetest p-person i have ever met. i suggest you take that back!”

in short— it gives him heart palpitations just having to explain things to you, but at the end of the day, it’s all worth it, if he can be with you

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