#but i saw this ask right before i showered and the ideas just kinda took over

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curious what would characters like needle, Fanny, tennis ball, pillow, yellow face and snowball’s nightmares be like

Thank you for the ask! After some brainstorming I have ideas for all those characters, except Needle because I genuinely don't know what she'd be afraid of

Also, Snowball was already included in my original post

Yellow Face: Losing his warehouse - Yellow Face is, for some reason or another, losing his warehouse. And the only way to ensure that he gets to keep it is to find someone interested in investing in his products. Which means making a lot of ads. The dream would include Winner being put under the spotlight again, against their will, Ice Cube being no help (I really don't think she'd be good at acting, and I also think that she's still salty from Yellow Face stealing her legs) and possible Winner-Clock bonding, depending if this is an alternate TPOT 10 scenario or something that happens after TPOT 10, independent of the contest. The nightmare either gets resolved through The S! finding an investor (boring) or a semi-heartfelt conversation that the team has with Yellow Face where the ensure him that they won't think any less of him without all his products.

Fanny: Her teammates being eliminated - Despite her I-hate-everything attitude, I think TPOT has established that she really does care for her team members , and that she genuinely worries for the team despite everything. The dream starts similar the Black Hole's but when they find Fanny Two suddenly appears, in a state similar to their zombie state, and starts to eliminate her teammates. The dream would be avoiding the host, while having to find of a way to stop Two from eliminating them. Would either be resolved through proving to them that Death PACT again isn't currently up for elimination, which would cause Two to snap out of it and bring back the previously eliminated team members, or killing them. Would include an alternate Fanny-Black Hole reconciliation, focusing more on Fanny this time

Tennis Ball: Not being useful to his team - I believe Tennis Ball has a certain fear of not being good enough for his team, especially compared to Golf Ball. The dream would start with all of Are you okay? appearing near Tennis Ball, who is already very aware of what's going on. That would leave the team and especially Golf Ball confused since nothing obvious would be happening, so they start brainstorming for ideas. And every single one of Tennis Ball's suggestion would very badly backfire, leaving him more and more unsure of himself. It would all come to a head when Golf Ball starts to dismiss his ideas because of that, causing Tennis Ball to hide away. The resolve would happen through a conversation between Golf Ball and Tennis Ball, probably after the rest of the team yelled at Golf Ball for being ignorant. It would also feature Golf Ball character development, because it would force her the really look at how the way she acts affects people, even people who are already close and used to her

Pillow: Nothing - Like, not in a way that she's afraid of nothingness but more because I really believe she's not scared of anything. She understood in TPOT 10, that would she had done caused them to lose, and that death isn't always the way, but I don't think she feels bad about it, or is even really scared of being eliminated. The dream would be similar to Robot Flower's situation, where Pillow would be like "Welp, I guess we'll have to figure it out!" and then starts to terrorize her team because she's in a dream and there are no consequences. Either the others wouldn't be able to get through to her, or someone (probably Book because she deserves it) would yell at her and make it clear that if she doesn't wake up they'll lose the challenge/be stuck in the dream. The actual waking up would happen through Pillow letting one of them kill her like how Pen woke up

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Hi! I love your Bully!Tsukishima posts <3 I was wondering what would happen if his princess arrived to class with a bruise that he didn’t make? She’d deny everything at first, using an excuse style “I tripped” “fell on the shower”…but he wouldn’t believe that crap, not one bit!

I kinda want to see more of protective Tsukishima >_<

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i'm glad you like my bully!tsukki posts!! this idea took awhile to flesh out and hopefully you like the way this turned out. this is slightly different from the regular protective tsukishima as this bruise was accidental <33

tsukishima remembers every little thing about you, remembers every fact, every mannerism, every freckle, scar and curve of your body so of course he clocked immediately when you walked into class with a bruise just peaking out of the top of your blouse. it's barely visible as the blouse covers most of it and he thinks you may have tried to cover some of it with make up but with it right above your cleavage it's obvious to him.

the entire time all he can think about is you, which isn't uncommon in the slightest, but this time it's all focused on the bruise and how you got it.

he knows for a fact it isn't one of his, plus if for some reason he had forgotten about it you would remember and know better than to ever try and cover it up.

after class you leave quickly, purposefully avoiding making eye contact with tsukishima. you have a feeling he's spotted the bruise that has started forming on your soft skin, as you walked in you spotted him and saw his eyes harden as his eyes looked to where your bruise is. it was just a coincidence you looked over towards him though... it's not like whenever you turn up late and he's there before you you look to see if he's in his regular seat... it's not like you were checking to see if he's here yet or anything...

you turned up late today because you were trying to find clothes that would cover the bruise, all the clothes that would cover it are clothes you're currently washing or are dirty and need to be washed. because of that you spent longer than you wanted to finding something that you felt comfortable wearing and covered as much as possible but you had a feeling after you left your dorm that maybe you should of spent longer finding something because tsukishima might notice, even if it was only a sliver of it visible, and you were right. he did notice.

you were a little too slow leaving the class though because tsukki was able to catch up to you. he looks at your bruise and his eyebrows furrow, loosely clasping onto your wrist and taking you somewhere quiet, neither of you speak yet. you're getting use to this routine of him stealing you away.

he turns to you and crosses his own arms, "talk." you nibble your lip and try to shift your eyes away from him, looking down.

"i... uh... tripped," you say nervously.

"liar."

you pause for a second running through excuses in your head but the whole time tsukishima's waiting patiently, ready to hear if you're going to lie again.

you take a deep breath and look up at him. you can tell him. he won't believe any of your excuses anyway.

"um.. someone accidentally flicked me with a ruler and well..."

there's a pause and you continue looking up at him. "no."

"what... what do you mean no?" you say baffled, you're honestly being truthful right now.

"i promise that's what happened. a friend of a friend was messing and joking around. he had this stupid ruler in his hand and was waving it about and then he playfully flicked me with it. he didn't think it would bruise or even hurt and it didn't hurt! ... that much. it was stupid and an accident." you explain further, wanting him to believe you.

"who was it?" he straightens his back and asks without displaying any emotion in his face or tone.

"we're not doing this again tsukki. it was an accident, just an accident. i'm not giving you any name." you think back to the bully incident.

tsukishima's lip twitches in annoyance. "tell me." you say no again. "i'm sure one of your friends will tell me."

your eyes go wide at the subtle threat, you have a gut feeling that he would be able to get one of your friends to tell him who it was. it really was an accident though.

"one last chance princess."

you hold onto his arm, almost startling him at the sudden contact. "please kei, don't. i promise it was an accident. they were really sorry afterwards and felt really bad about it. they even offered to pay for the drink i had to say sorry."

tsukishima's expression softened momentarily at the use of his given name before going back to normal. maybe he could leave it alone and not do anything about it but you said it hurt, even if it was only a bit. "you told me he hurt you," he starts to pull away from you to leave but you don't let him and hold onto him tighter.

"please kei. it was a mistake. it will fade in a couple days anyway, it's only a light mark. come on, tsukishima." you plead, still holding yourself against his arm to keep him from leaving.

his resolve weakens the more he feels your soft warm body press against him and the idea that the bruise is only light is making him think about how he can cover it with his own bruise, giving you a huge hickey so for now he relents, something he never thought he'd do. the only reason he isn't really chasing after who did it right now was because you asked him not to. you basically begged him not to. you called him kei. if it ever happens again they'll regret it, it doesn't matter if it was an accident.

"i want you to know that if anything else happens i won't stop until i find out their name."

you hum in response, confirming your understanding, and give a small smile knowing that you were able to stop him and he listened to you. you're aware that if it happens again you won't be able to stop him though.

tsukishima gives you a look that says 'why aren't you verbally telling me you understand.' "okay tsukki," you respond quieter than you have been talking all this time, "and thank you," you add on even quieter, almost silently.

he hears but chooses not to respond. "i think i've figured out a solution to the bruise situation." you don't really know if this is a situation but you keep listening. "i'll just have to give you a bigger bruise on top of it." his hand reaches behind you to your skirt and lifts up your skirt slightly before pinching your ass, you let out a yelp, and he smirks. "i think you need another hickey. i think all the others have faded by now and you need a new one."

he knows of every single friend you have but the following day he watches you even closer to see if anyone acts different. he found them. just like you said, a friend of a friend in a study group. it's kind of weird how bokuto owed him a favour and that weekend at a party your friend's girlfriend kissed bokuto, weird right? they broke up obviously.

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sugarcoated (remastered)

for those of you that don’t know, sugarcoated was the first story I posted on tumblr and… it’s rough. So I decided I would rewrite the story so it’s at least a little bit better because I really like the idea. Enjoy!

The crowd roared in excitement as Andrew made the winning shot right as the buzzer went off. He pumped his fist in the air as his team surrounded him cheering. Andrew had just won the championship basketball game for his school. It was the last game of his senior year and he was gonna be off to college soon.

in the locker room, Andrew took off his clothes and got in the shower. Little did he know, his friend miles was watching from afar, admiring Andrew’s perfect body. His wet, curly brown hair fell perfectly onto his tan face. His sharp jawline could cut through steel, and miles had to practically stop himself from drooling as he admired Andrew’s body. His toned abs and muscular arms looked even better with glistening hot water running down them. His tight ass sat atop his meaty legs proudly. Miles had to stop himself from staring before he got a boner. He couldn’t wait until college though. Miles and Andrew decided to be roommates when they went to college. Miles dreamed of seeing Andrew’s perfect body every day.

when it came time to make his schedule for the fall, Andrew discovered he had an open slot. Looking through the available classes, he only saw one that didn’t look like a snooze fest. “Baking 101”. Andrew reluctantly clicked on it and forgot about it until the first class.

Andrew was relieved to see miles when he walked into the baking class for the first time. He was nervous about not knowing anyone in his classes but miles made it a little bit better. Professor miller began the class by saying it will be very difficult and take up a lot of your time. Andrew rolled his eyes but decided to stay because of miles. The boys grabbed dinner after class and Andrew decided to skip the gym to get started on his homework. He had gone to the gym almost everyday in high school, but with all of the stress in college, he hardly ever had time.

the first week had come and gone and Andrew was starting to get into a routine. He only ever had time to go to the gym on the weekends and he usually skipped cardio. He figured he got enough of that walking to class every day. He actually ended up really liking his baking class in particular. The professor was pretty cool and they got to eat everything they made in class. One day the professor asked miles and Andrew to stay after class and have a chat with him. “I’ve made an accident, and I figured I would reward my two best students with it.” Professor miller said. “I read the ingredients wrong and made way too many cookies for my other class to sample. These are the leftovers.” Professor opened a Tupperware full of sugar cookies. “I decided to let you two have them so they wouldn’t go to waste.” Andrew’s eyes lit up as he thanked the professor. Miles was running late for his class so he grabbed a few cookies and took off, but Andrew had nowhere to be, so he plopped his ass down in a chair and dug in. Professors cooking was phenomenal. The cookies were the best Andrew ever had! He stacked them three high and ate them as quickly as he could. There were about 40 cookies in the container when he started, and there were only 5 left now. Andrew moaned as he slowly continued eating the cookies. For the last cookie, he just shoved the whole thing in his mouth and tried not to gag as he chewed. He eventually got it down and leaned back in his chair.

that night, when Andrew was on his way to the shower, Miles noticed his abs were looking a little less defined. Probably just the bloat from all those cookies. Miles wasn’t mad at what he saw though… he actually kinda liked it…

classes continued to ramp up in difficulty and Andrew had less and less time for exercise. He would find himself going to the school kitchen late at night to practice his baking. To his surprise, he actually ended up really enjoying the baking class. He got to hang out with miles, and eat all of the sweet treats he made in class. He ate pies, cookies, cakes, pastries, brownies, bread, and more. He only had the class two days a week, but he found himself going to the kitchen when it was empty to make some more treats for himself. One late night, Andrew had just finished making himself a warm apple pie. He sat down at one of the tables and dug in. The warm, gooey apples slid down his throat and he instantly felt relieved. He continued eating until he heard a small “pop”. He looked down to see the button on his jeans had come undone. He grabbed the two sides and tried to pull them back together, but he was really struggling. He stood up and struggled some more before he finally got them to button. He went to the bathroom to look in the mirror, and to his surprise, his perfect abs were starting to turn into a soft, round belly. Andrew grabbed it and gave it a little shake. It jiggled a little but he could still feel some muscle in there. Andrew shrugged it off as a bloat and finished off the rest of his pie. when he got back to the dorm, he took off his shirt and walked over to miles. “Dude, do you think I’m getting fat?” He asked. Miles eyes grew wide as he looked at Andrew’s gut. “Uhhh… no way man! You look great! Sure you’ve probably put on a few but it makes you look way stronger.” Miles replied, trying to hold back his boner. “Yeah you’re probably right. Thanks dude.”

over the coming weeks, Andrew continued to eat various treats and his waistline continued to grow. He stopped wearing jeans because he could never get them buttoned, so he only wore pants or shorts with an elastic waistband. His belly continued to grow rounder and began to fall over his waistband. His size medium shirts no longer covered his gut so he started wearing large, and those were even starting to get a little tight.

as Andrew laid in bed eating cake one night, miles got an idea. He knew Andrew couldn’t resist food, especially sweets, so he started bringing home all of the treats he baked in class to give to Andrew. Andrew would always be incredibly grateful and scarf the food down like it was nothing. For his second semester of classes, he decided to take all of his classes online. He hated having to walk across campus, and it was easy to just sit in bed in his underwear all day.

now that Andrew practically never left the dorm, his weight began to skyrocket. Miles watched his slight paunch turn into a dad bod, and that turned into a beer belly, and that grew into a tub of lard. Miles continued to bring Andrew food, and Andrew ate everything he brought. He didn’t even seem to mind the extra weight. It’s almost like he didn’t even notice it. He was just happy to be eating.

one day, miles decided to push Andrew’s limits. He brought home a massive amount of treats, all for Andrew. There was cake, doughnuts, pie, cookies, and more. “Woah! Is that all for me?” Andrew asked. “Yup! Decided to bring home a feast for my favorite person!” Andrew immediately dug in, tearing through the entire cake within minutes. With his face still covered in frosting, he started eating the pie. Crumbs and pieces of pie filling were falling onto his round gut bit he hardly noticed. He ate the cookies and the brownies at the same time, stacking them on top of one another and eating them as one. Miles’ boner felt like it was gonna bust through his pants with how hard he was right now. Watching Andrew devour this food was the hottest thing he’s ever seen. He needed to get in on this. “Why don’t I help you with the doughnuts?” Miles asked. Andrew just nodded his head and opened his mouth. Miles grabbed a few doughnuts and climbed on top of Andrew. Sitting on his gut, he shoved the doughnuts into his mouth and Andrew mindlessly chewed. After about 6 doughnuts, he motioned for miles to stop. “URP… I’m… full…”Andrew said breathing heavily. Miles ignored him and continued shoving the doughnuts into his mouth. By the time they were finished, Andrew’s stomach had never been so full. He looked like a beached whale. As Andrew drifted off to sleep he pulled miles close and whispered in his ear, “I love you.” Miles face got red and he saw Andrew smile. “I always have…” Andrew whispered before passing out from all of the food he just ate.

don’t really know if you guys will enjoy this one or not. The weight kinda piles on really fast and I know a lot of you like the slower paced stories, but I think the fast ones are fun! Anyway, next story will probably be fattest team in the country part 3 so stay tuned for that

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The Asses

Life at the Xavier Institute was anything but boring, especially with characters like Bobby Drake and Pyro roaming its walls. Home to many mutants, older and younger to harness the unique abilities that they possessed. Y/N was the son of human-hating mutant-liberator, Magneto. Younger brother of the Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver. Most of the students didn't like or trust Y/N, especially the older members of the X-Men, but Professor X took a chance on Y/N Maximoff, and he was right.

Y/N was born with the abilities of a ghost, telekinesis, and energy manipulation. The younger kids referred to him as Phantasma, and it kinda stuck. Especially with the mutants his age. Y/N tried to make his time at the Institute as productive as possible, but that didn't mean he didn't pull his share of pranks.

Most of the people who were victims of his practical jokes were Bobby and Pyro, always trying to outdo the other boys. Like the time Y/N created a see-through wall to the boy's shower, so the rest of the students could see a naked Bobby showering. Or when he possessed Pyro and made him wear makeup and pink dress. But they did get him back. Bobby froze all his clothes, so they'd shattered during a report Y/N gave in front of the class. Pyro just set his pants on fire and made Y/N jump into the fountain in front of the school like an idiot.

But today. Today, they really fucked up. Y/N was walking down the hallway, opposite of the danger room, when he heard yelling and cursing. “You two fucks are so dead!” Could be heard from a floor up. That was Logan. Why was he so mad? His question was answered when Bobby and Pyro came from outside the elevator, running towards Y/N with panicked glee on their faces.

“Oh, shit, Drake! You really did it now.” Pyro laughed.

“Me? You're the one who set Logan's hair on fire.” Bobby smirks.

They flew past Y/N, heading for the safety of Professor X’s study. Just as they rounded the corner, Pyro turned his head back, and winked at Y/N. “Better move your pretty ass, Y/N! Wolverine is out for blood, and we told him it was your idea!”

Before Y/N could ask what that meant, the sound of angry panting and grunting caught Y/N’s attention as he saw Logan, Adamantium claws out and ready. When his eyes landed on Y/N, he growled, literally. “Say your prayers, Bub. Because when I get through with ya, the doctor won't know what piece of your body to sew where.” He charged.

Y/N let out a less-than manly scream, and flew after Bobby and Pyro, hoping to make to safety, and hoping to strangle those two fuckers once Logan was calm.

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The Sex Love House PT 3

Summary: Welcome to the love house where a lot of stories will infold, 7 participants will have a chance to live together in the same house for a mounth while still doing their normal activities, will they find real love in this short period? Or at least this is what ur friend want u to believe. Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: a very manipulative!jay, manipulative!sunghoon, manipulative!heeseung, ex!bf!Jake, everyone is a perv in this house, reader is clueless, shameless reader, kinda stalker reader, Siyeon (from dreamcatcher) is also part of this, this is a pure filth, explicit content.

Smut warning: hand!job, oral (f), cum eating, desperate Jake, kind of subby!jake, p in v, unprotected sex (cause it's fiction), overstimulation, a lot of teasing, i think that's it

A/N: This part was supposed to go out a long time ago but i forgot to save it and i had to re-write it again so it's not as good cause i got annoyed sorry. Also this is not proof read so there might be some mistakes and typos so yeah

It's the week-end Jake woke up today going straight to ur room knocking on ur door before entering, u were still in ur shower robe hands blow drying ur hair as he looked at u through the mirror "oh hi i was going to talk to u after i finish, we didn't get a chance to yesterday" u said upon brushing ur hair.

He noded his head eyes scanning u, u got more beautiful since the last time he saw u, he's ngl he forgot about u at some point but he just woke up one day having u running through his head, what could u be doing now? Did u get taller? Did u let ur hair grow? How many relationships have u been through? He had these small thoughts about u, but everytime his heart tries to soften to u, the memory of ur ghosting and its side effects come back to him, it was like a trauma for him, getting in the way of every relationship he tried to be in, always having doubts about the other part, not able to trust her fully, he really has abandonement issues now.

"There is no need to bring back what happened in the past" u said getting him out of his thoughts, u turned off the blowdryer approaching him eyes softening now that he is close to u, ur guilt kicking in immediatly "m so sorry for what i did, i know nothing can excuse what i did but i wasn't mature enough" u said holding his hand in urs, he cleared his throat avoiding looking at u, pulling out his hand gentely and that was enough for u to know that he didn't forget u.

U sighed feeling bad but deciding to brush off the topic "so tell me, what r u doing now?" U asked hoping to get rid of the awkwardness noting how he didn't let a word out.

He smiled shrugging "i took over my dad's work"

U smiled back remembering how sweet his dad used to be and how good he treated u "i hope he is doing fine"

"He is" was all he replied with, taking a seat on ur bed "ahh right! Do u want something?" U asked after runing out of ideas to lighten the mood, he sighed hands massaging his forhead "i just wanted to ask if u have some pain relievers"

"Ohhh? Ur head hurts?" U asked hands busy searching in ur drawer for the said pills, taking it out and handing it to him "here" he took it from u thanking u and putting it in his pocket .

U sat on ur chair facing him now forgetting that u r still in ur robe that is about to open in any second now, ur hair isn't fully dry u look so... so tempting Jake's eyes can't help but stare at u head empty only u running through it.

"U don't want the guys to know that we were together?" U asked after talking for sometime now without getting a reply from him.

He cleared his throat again " ah idk i didn't know if u'd like them to find out so i chose to not say anything" he shrugged, u smiled at him he is still considerate as always "i don't really mind but since we didn't talk about it the first time let's just keep it between us"

He smiled back wanting to stay with u longer, seeing u now in front of him again brought back his old feelings towards u.

U heard ur phone ring on the table behind u "excuse me" u let out softly turning back and stretching to get it without standing from ur seat, exposing ur bare thighs and a faint sight of ur blue panties to Jake whose eyes were boring into u tongue darting on his lower lip , he gulped hands sweating and itching to feel ur soft skin, u smiled at ur succeed attempt to get ur phone seating properly now and answering ur call, Jake's eyes didn't leave u even for a second scanning the way u pout whenever something is not pleasing u, the way u roll the end of ur hair listening to what's been said on the other line, lips smiling from time to time flashing ur white teeth, everything about u was beautiful and he miss having u for himself.

U made eye contact with him in the middle of the call mouthing a sorry, Jake only smiling at u as he waited for ur call to end (but wishing it to take longer so he can drink in ur beautiful features more).

U ended the call that was from one of ur co-workers asking u about some file u wondering why tf they want that in the week end, u sighed looking at Jake noting the way he is looking at u.

"That took longer than i expected sorry"

He didn't budge even when u waved ur hand in front of him, only waking up when he heard ur soft voice calling his name and he almost let a sound out from that "are u okay? U r spacing out a lot" u asked concerned, eyes looking at the way his adam apple boped down before hearing him gulp loudly.

He shakes his head like he was in some sort of trance head dizzy as he inhaled u r fresh smell now that u approached him " m fine dw" u sat next to him, resting ur back on the wall and he followed ur movement head titling to face u " u r still as beautiful as u were" he let out making u blush a little bit as u give him a thank u chewing on ur lips fingers playing with the hem of ur robe.

He massaged his shoulders letting out a small groan and u turned to look at him he really look so tired "do u want me to give u a massage it's gonna help u relax a little bit" u said.

And he stayed still for a minute thinking about ur offer before noding in agreement, u stood up going to take an oil u use whenever u wanna relax "come on lay down" u rushed him and he did "i think it'd be better if u remove ur shirt" u said as he removed it and tossed it somewhere on the bed, u straddled his back he pressed his face on the matress upon feeling ur weight on top of him, his body shivering when the cold oil met his skin ur hands following after, massaging his nerves skilfully, he shut his eyes his body relaxing while releasing soft groans every now and then.

U were so good with ur hands he almost fell asleep if it wasn't for the unintentional scrach he felt on his back, u just continued working ur magic ignoring the way his body squirmed, u smirked a little bit knowing exactly how he liked that, u kept digging ur nails on his skin saying a sorry with a fake pout whenever u do so.

He could feel his muscles tensing up again, his forehead now resting on his hands teeth biting his lower lip not wanting to let a sound out, but it was impossible at this point especially when u brushed ur fingers faintly over his soft spot, u knew his body so well doing the most to get a reaction out of him, ur competitive side kicking out until a moan skipped his lips making u stop ur movements immediately "ohhh?" U said mockingly leaning forward until ur lips met his ears "u r still the same Jakey" he whimpered his hips humping the mattress shamelessly making u chuckle "what are u doing?" U asked faking a confused tone as u moved from his body standing in front of him. Jake titled his head looking at u confusion written all over his face, u cocked an eyebrow at him as he didn't stop his movements his eyes boring into ur body that was all exposed for him at this point, the robe not doing any job at hiding ur skin, the small curls at the end of ur hair still wet arms crossed waiting for him to speak but he didn't, u sighed clenching ur jaw slightly leaning forward lifting his chin with ur index finger "where r u looking? My face is here" u exclaimed wanting to get something out of him but his eyes are fixed on ur lips, u dart ur tongue on them watching how his own mouth is open almost drooling at the sight of you. Jake has always been like that, everything u did used to turn him on, and it looks like nothing changed.

U chuckled softely kneeling on the floor so u can face him blinking slowely as u caressed his cheeks titling ur head and getting closer to him until ur noses touched u were planing to tease him a little bit more but he rushed kissing u like he was starving for years, his lips moving so fast tongue rolling around urs u let go of his cheeks one hand now around his neck while the other one is searching for his hair tugging slightly as he moans in the kiss.

U left his mouth panting for some air, u looked his way and u can't help the heat that went to ur cheeks when u saw him, he looked so fucked out just from a kiss coming closer to kiss u again "so eager" u thought

U kissed him again his hands holding onto ur thighs, Jake now sitting properly without breaking the kiss making u also stand and straddle his lap, u started rolling ur hips slowly his hands following your pace, his thumbs tracing circles on ur inner thighs, ur hand going from his hair to his neck applying a small pressure and he groaned in the kiss.

"Shhh" u warned him and he whined in return making u smile in the kiss as ur hands traveled to his pants, unbuttoning them and sliding them down his knees along with his boxers, he let a deep breath out his body tensing up as he waited for u to touch him, the anticipation killing him.

"Please" he managed to mutter out his dick twitching in the cold air as his head tilted backwards and a sigh left his lips when u wrapped ur hand around his cock.

Ur thumb pressed on his slit collecting the precum that is oozing from it and spreading it along his length, his grip on ur thighs tighten as his body shakes under ur touch, he moaned in the kiss the need of breathing making him part his lips slightly, his moans were so loud despite him trying to stay silent his eyes were rolling to the back of his head.

His hips started moving up to meet ur strokes as his moans increased in volume, u felt him getting close, ur thumb now pressing on his slit again teasing him by stroking the base and going to the top before repeating the same process.

"Baby" he moaned against ur lips as his hips buckled upwards his stomach and chest rising, his hands are gripping ur thighs tightly, his nails digging in ur flesh, his toes curling as his mouth parted in a silent scream the only thing coming out of his mouth was a gasp as his eyes rolled back.

His dick twitched a few times his cum landing on ur robe and his chest, ur eyes were scanning the view, his head was still resting on the bed his eyes closed, his whole body shaking still feeling the waves of his orgasm, he was so sexy like this, and u can't deny that the thought of him getting off just from u stroking him made u so turned on, u were sure that your panties were soaked wet.

He was catching his breath when he felt u getting off his lap, he opened his eyes, his chest moving up and down, his dick still twitching as he saw the mess he made.

"Fuck y/n im sorry" he said trying to grab a tissue but his body was numb and his mind hazy.

U didn't pay him any attention going straight to ur closet pretending to get another robe and discarding the dirty one on the ground.

Jake was looking at u his dick already hardening again his eyes were roaming over ur body his gaze fixated on the curve of ur ass and the way the blue panties hugged ur thighs.

He wanted to eat u alive, he wanted to make u cry out his name, he wanted to fuck u, and u wanted the same, his dick was pulsating against his stomach, and all his senses were focused on u.

U felt his stare, turning back to face him a smirk forming on ur lips as u took a step forward and his hands were instantly on ur waist pulling u down on his lap, he attacked ur neck kissing, biting and sucking on it, he didn't want to leave a mark so he didn't suck for a long time, he went lower until his teeth bit ur collar bone his hands pulling down the new robe as his lips met the top of ur breast leaving kisses and licks.

"Oh" a sigh escaped ur mouth as u tilted ur head backwards, his right hand went down cupping ur clothed pussy while his left hand held onto ur waist for support.

He started moving his fingers, drawing circles on ur clothed clit, he didn't stop the movement of his mouth on ur breast as u started grinding against his hand. Jake was like a starving man, his touches so earger, his actions desperate.

U held onto his shoulders for support as he pushed u back laying on the matress, his body covering ur smaller frame as he started sucking on ur right breast his hand moving away the panties and entering two fingers inside ur pussy making you arch ur back as a gasp left ur lips.

His fingers were hitting the right spot and he went to kiss you again, his mouth making it hard to breathe, the pleasure was too much, ur eyes were watering, and his dick was rubbing against ur thigh, Jake broke the kiss panting like a dog delivering kisses on you stomach as his thumb was circling your clit, u were so sensitive his every move was sending shivers down ur spine, he was so focused on pleasing you, and it wasn't hard for him to get the job done, it's like he has been dreaming about this for a long time, he was now on a face level with your pussy he groaned biting his lips before replacing his thumb with his tongue, a scream slipped your lips and your back arched high in the air, his grip on ur waist was bruising, he didn't want to let go.

He hummed upon tasting you his eyes closed tongue going wild making it hard for you to contain ur moans and u were sure by now that if Heeseung was in his room he 100% have heard you, his room next to urs and that just added to ur heat making u go crazy, you were close by now already worked out just from earlier, Jake's finger went deeper making you let out a cry hands tugging at his hair and he moaned upon that "Cum for me" he mumbled against your pussy, the vibrations of his voice enough to make u reach your peak.

You cried out his name legs shaking uncontrollably, head dizzy, and chest heaving, and Jake didn't stop licking on ur clit not even giving u time to calm down and recover from ur first orgasm, "No-omg" your hands went to pull him away but instead you found them back on his hair pushing his face closer, his tongue was so skilled and u can feel yourself getting close again letting out small cries , the feeling of his tongue was so amazing and u can feel your whole body burning up, it didn't take long before u came again squirting on his face this time.

Jake pulled away his lips wet, face glistening with your juices, his eyes dark, "That's so fucking hot" he muttered licking his lips and wiping his face with his hands, he was looking at you hungrily, his cock red and dripping with precum, you wanted him inside you.

"C'mon here" u said pulling him closer for a sloppy kiss tasting yourself on his tongue as you started moving your hips, both of you were a moaning mess, the need to be close was so strong.

"Jake" u moaned against his lips and he hummed eyes still closed "fuck me" you said and his eyes shot open his mouth hanging open his breath got caught in his throat, and u smiled at him softly you were always a fan of his reactions always acting like he hasn't heard these words before as if it's his first time and you were sure that he was now going crazy, ur words made him feel like his heart is about to explode.

He didn't hesitate to get between your legs, his dick rubbing against ur wet folds as his mouth went to suck on your neck, your hands went to his back leaving red scratch marks as his tip was pressing on your hole, the need to enter was strong his eyes scanning your expressions as he entered you, a satisfied sigh escaped both of you lips, you were so warm and wet around him he didn't have any energy to start slow, his thrusts were hard and rough his hands holding onto the sheets as his hips met yours with a slap, the air was filled with your moans and the sound of skin slapping, the bed creaked underneath you and you could hear it hitting the wall, it's not a surprise if u end up with a hole in the wall, and he was going so fast he didn't give you a chance to adjust his cock hitting the right spots, "fuckk you feel so good Damn" he groaned his hips moving by themselves his head dropped enjoying the way you feel around him, your hands went to his back pulling him closer wanting to feel him deeper, his chest was now touching yours, his skin was so hot and he was sweating a lot, you can see his veins popping his mouth hanging open as his forehead was touching yours, his thrusts becoming more aggressive and it was hard to catch your breath, you can feel yourself getting close for the third time tonight your stomach twisting and your eyes rolling to the back of your head, Jake's hand moved away from the sheets gripping the headboard as he was slamming into you loving how you moan his name, he was close, so close, his dick twitched inside of you.

He was so lost in pleasure he had other plans for you but he forgot about everything focusing only on the delicious feeling of you he swear he hasn't felt this good since being with you, he doesn't know why but u just enjoys it more when it's you, his thrusts were now unrhythmic moaning as his hands went to the pillow and you let out a surprised yelp when his other hand grabbed a fistful of your hair pushing your head back loving how you look for this angle ,his cock was throbbing and pulsating inside you the knot in your stomach was so tight and you could feel yourself reaching your peak, Jake was grunting his eyes shut curses leaving his lips "fuckk fuck fuck" and you could feel the tears building up so sensitive from the previous releases and it was a matter of time before both of you came at the same time, he pulled out after spilling his seeds all over your stomach.

He let go of your hair and collapsed on the bed next to you, both of you were panting your minds were blank and the air was still thick, the room smelled of sex, Jake's hair was sticking to his forehead, his chest was moving up and down, the only sound in the room was the heavy breathing. You were laying there trying to come back from the high, you looked at Jake his eyes closed, his face still sweaty and red, your eyes moved lower, his chest and stomach are covered with his own cum and he didn't seem to mind.

You chuckled "what?" He asked eyes opening to look at you.

"Look at the mess" you said pointing at his stomach, he sat up a little bit checking it out wanting to say something but he stopped after seeing you crawling, ur hands dropping his body back as u leaned down collecting all the cum that was on his body licking it up making sure to leave no trace behind Jake had to slap himself to see if he was dreaming, his eyes were bulging and his mouth was dry 'fuck you are so sexy y/n" it was too much, too many feelings all at once, it was hard to control the heat pooling in his groin and he can feel himself getting hard again, he let a deep breath out when you stopped to show him the cum u collected before swallowing it.

"Fuck so dirty" he said pulling you for a heated kiss, your tongue battling his for dominance, he was already hard again his body was aching for u and u couldn't help but rub your pussy against his shaft.

"Please" he begged, and as much as u wanted him you were sure that your body can't take anymore, already sore from yesterday and the events that took place minutes ago.

"Next time Jakey" u said pecking his lips and he whined, his hands went down to rub your pussy and u let him, u were sure that you can't do it but a few moments later u were bouncing on his cock again.

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You sighed after what happened Jake stayed with your for a bit helping you move to the shower wanting to help but u stopped him wanting to relax for few minutes and have an alone time and he nodded pecking ur forehead and leaving. You took longer than intended cleaning your body lazily, you went out expecting to find a mess in ur room, ur robe thrown on the ground along with ur panties and the sheets wrinkled but instead everything was neat your clothes on the basket another sheets on the bed and that alone made your day.

Jake was sweet and caring as always and ur heart ached with guilt, ur mind was still in shock from everything but you didn't have the energy to spend a long time thinking, you dressed up wearing a long blue dress with a small slit on your left leg, drying your hair only with a towel putting on some perfume and walking out. U heard some noises on the living room and u followed finding everyone except from Jake and Siyeon sitting on the table having breakfast

Jay's eyes followed your every move his jaw almost dropping, the sight of your thighs driving him insane and it was so unfair, "wow y/n u look so beautiful" Heeseung said devouring you with his eyes and Joy nodded her head while Sunghoon didn't say a thing his eyes scanning u head to toe while stuffing his mouth with food, Joy pulled the chair next to her patting it for you "come on". She is such a sweetheart and u can't help the smile forming on your lips, you took the seat sitting now between her and Sunghoon and across from Heeseung and Jay, a small groan slipping Jay's lips when he saw u sitting so close to Hoon, his eyes were dark remembering yesterday's night but he wanted to take care of you today not liking how he let u go without helping. He grabbed ur plate putting a big amount of various food and handing it to u making u chuckle "i don't think m gonna be able to finish this but thank u" u said softly making him smile as well "enjoy, u need to regain ur energy".

Joy and Heeseung were talking about something but u can't pay attention u didn't realize how much hungry u re until u had ur first bite of food. "I thought u were going out this morning" Heeseung asked eyes not leaving ur face wondering what kind of excuse u'll make after he woke up to ur moans and you could feel ur cheeks heating up remembering the events that took place just few hours ago, u cleared ur throat shaking ur head "i changed my mind" u replied trying to avoid eye contact and laughing awkwardly afterwards, Heeseung grinned nodding his head pretending to believe u "Ahhh i see" he said. Joy's eyes roamed on the table "Where is Siyeon?" she asked particularly no one and Jay answered "She still have things to do at her house but she'll be back this afternoon"

"Where is Jake?" Sunghoon asked after a while and Jay was the one to answer him again "He left few minutes they called him from work"

U nodded, it was obvious that he didn't want anyone to find out, "How did u sleep last night?" Heeseung asked u and Jay chocked on his drink while you almost spit your food, Sunghoon who was taking a sip of his tea was now coughing loudly, Joy turned to look at him her eyebrows raised "are u ok?" She asked and he gave her a thumbs up eyes watering, Heeseung was laughing at the reaction of everyone his eyes meeting with yours and you could feel the heat on ur cheeks. "Oh my god u look like a tomato" he commented still laughing and u kicked his leg with ur feet under the table so embarrassed wishing that a black hole could swallow u and take u away from this place.

Sunghoon was now smirking loving to see u in that state remembering meeting with you yesterday when u were about to head to ur room after getting out of Jay's room sweating, face flushed and lips swollen ur robe closed messily and ur hair was in a very terrible state, u stopped at ur steps upon noticing his shadow turning to see him in front of you and u really tried to act normal but there was no point of that at that rate, so u just decided to do what u do everytime = running to ur room and die from shame! u hated that it's Sunghoon who caught u all the time and u weren't sure that u'd be able to look at him the next day but u managed to do that somehow. The table went silent again until Heeseung spoke again "i was just asking cuz it was too cold yesterday and the heating system wasn't working for me so i went to ask u if it works for u but u wasn't in ur room"

"Ahh yes" u lied "i was probably in the kitchen i got so thirsty and i didn't bring water to my room before sleeping" u mumbled, ur words beating u making Sunghoon laugh again impressed by ur ability to lie that fast. Heeseung and Jay were grinning knowingly, Joy didn't seem to understand the whole situation but she shrugged continuing what she was doing on her phone. U finished eating not daring to lift ur head again rushing to clean the table and do the dishes and u almost tripped, ur legs still sore from earlier if it wasn't for Sunghoon who catched u his hands around your waist holding you close, he chuckled his lips next to your ear his hot breath tickling you "are u still thirsty?" he whispered making u push him away chewing on ur lips, he chuckled again "just kidding watch out ur steps" he said tickling ur chin and leaving, making u freeze on ur spot questioning wtf was that about before walking out to the kitchen.

Jay followed u the thought of u doing the dishes while obviously looking tired not clicking with him, he insisted to do them instead asking u to have a rest in ur room, u sighed defeated and went back to the living room not wanting to spend ur time alone knowing that u'll just gonna be having unnecessary thoughts so u hopped on the couch laying there next to Joy who was watching some random insta reels and she smiled creating more space for you "what are u watching?" u asked her softly, Joy positioned her phone to match it with ur sight "just some reels" and u nodded watching videos with her while talking about some random stuff, u sighed the mic on ur back making u uncomfortable, "u should sit in the middle" Joy suggested but u shook your head "it's fine" you replied and Joy frowned not satisfied but she didn't say anything.

After some minutes Sunghoon walked to the living room sitting accross from you, his eyes not leaving ur body and u tried not to meet his gaze, his stare was so intense and intimidating and u wished he ignored u like earlier, "y/n" he called your name and ur heart skipped a beat it was probably the first time u heard ur name skip his lips, Joy looked at him raising her eyebrow but watching ur interaction quietly "yes?" u answered voice almost unheard and Sunghoon smiled, he loves when ur all shy and awkward with him, he cleared his throat before speaking "u wanna go on a date with me?" he asked u making ur eyes widen u certainly was not expecting this from him especially and u were wondering for a second if u've heard him correctly "uh?" u managed to let out and Joy couldn't stop herself from giggling next to you, Sunghoon didn't lose his charming smile making ur insides melt not even bothering to repeat his question, u looked at Joy for help, this situation almost awkward, she was smiling at you encouraging you to give him an answer, "umm... sure" u said after some moments, Sunghoon was waiting patiently and he seemed happy with your reply and Joy clapped her hands excitedly "great then it's settled" she said and u could feel yourself drowning, not knowing what to do and what to expect ur face as red as Joy's phone case ur eyes still looking at Sunghoon who didn't drop his smile now smirking at u, his eyes so intense making u question ur respond "i hope i don't regret that" u mumbled only for u to hear.

This part has been sitting in my drafts for a long time sorry :( but yeah this was not how i wrote this part originally nd it really sucks that i didn't save it but yeah hope u enjoy ^^ the next part is gonna be super intense, spoiler: it'll be both Sunghoon and Heeseung focused and oh god this duo is a lot!

[misshoneyimhome]

I know you aren’t taking requests right now! Whenever you do open that back up, I thought of good one for inexperienced!reader x Willy. I just had to share before I forget lol

Maybe it’s the end of the playoff season, and she asks him if she can shave his beard and he teaches her how to do it? I thought it would be kinda cute ☺️

Can also lead into something sexy if you’d like!

Requests are still closed, lovelies 😉 But… I just couldn’t ignore this one! 😏💋 I’m such a sucker for William and his beard, and honestly, this scenario just had me unf!—so romantic and yet so deliciously heated 🥰 I’ll admit, I’m not usually sold on him without the beard, but a smug, confident William is too hard to pass up. How can we not love him like this? 

I have to confess, I can’t quite remember how we handled the inexperienced!reader dynamic during the first playoffs run of their relationship. Still, I can imagine it could unfold something like this. 😘 Enjoy!

Tropes & warnings: 18+ smut, Inexperienced!reader x Willy, probably no surprise but oral sex (f receiving)

Word count: 2.8K

Off With the Beard I Inexperienced!reader x Willy

The knock of William’s keys landing in the dish by the door signalled his return. You looked up from where you’d been curled on the sofa, flipping through a magazine idly, waiting for him. It was the end of the playoff season—an intense, emotionally draining run that had left him on edge and yet, strangely calm now that it was over. He’d given it everything he had out on the ice, and though there might still be a lingering disappointment that the season hadn’t ended in a championship parade, there was also relief. A chance to breathe.

You set the magazine aside, standing as he entered the living room, still wearing a soft grey tee and track pants. His hair was slightly damp from the shower he must have taken before leaving the rink. That familiar scruff on his jaw was more prominent than ever, grown thicker over the course of the playoffs, since players often avoid shaving for good luck. Now that it was done, the once-light stubble had turned into a proper beard—soft in places, but coarse enough to look formidable. You thought it was charming, though you knew he’d never keep it forever.

“Hey,” you greeted him quietly, stepping forward. He gave you a tired but genuine smile before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close into a hug that said more than words. His shoulders relaxed, the tension easing out of him now that he was home. You inhaled his clean scent, warm skin, and a hint of fresh soap.

“Long day?” you asked softly as you leaned back to search his face, running your fingertips gently along the line of his jaw.

“Yeah,” he admitted, his voice low and a little rough. “But it’s done.” He sounded resigned but also relieved. His blue eyes drifted to the reflection of the two of you in the mirror across the room, and you saw his gaze settle on his own face. The beard. He’d made some joke before about how he’d shave it off once the run was over, and you’d teased him about it.

This was your moment.

He’d never seen you handle a razor, and honestly, you’d never shaved anyone’s beard before. You were clueless about how to groom someone else—but an idea had been stirring in your mind since before he came home tonight. An image of leaning over him, blade in hand, guiding your touch carefully over his skin. An intimate act of trust.

“So,” you began softly, letting a small smile dance on your lips, “now that the season’s done, are you going to get rid of this?” You gently tugged at a bit of his beard with your fingertips, watching him smirk.

“Oh yeah?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Thinking it’s time, are we?” His tone was playful, and a little challenge flickered in his eyes.

You took a breath, feigning nonchalance though your heart fluttered at the thought of what you were about to ask. “Well,” you said, a hint of a grin forming, “maybe I can do it? Shave it for you?”

He blinked, surprised. “You want to shave my beard?”

You nodded, letting your palm settle on his chest. “I do. That is… if you trust me.” The words came out quietly, and you felt a blush warming your cheeks. Unskilled as you were, you were willing to learn. As always. 

His lips parted, and for a moment he just looked at you, impressed, amused, and maybe a bit turned on by your offer. He clearly liked the idea. “I guess I can teach you,” he said, his voice softening. “I mean, you’ve never done it before, right?”

You shook your head. “Nope. Totally new territory. But I want to help. It’s been driving you crazy, and you deserve to relax. Let me take care of you.”

His expression gentled at that, and a fondness shone through. “Alright,” he agreed, taking your hand. “Let’s do it.”

A few minutes later, you were in the bathroom. He’d settled onto the edge of the bathtub, a towel draped around his shoulders. You’d prepared warm water, shaving cream, and a fresh blade—items he guided you to fetch from the cabinet. The overhead light cast a warm glow, and the mirror reflected both your anxious anticipation and his patient amusement.

“First,” he said softly, placing a gentle hand over yours as you instinctively reached for the shaving cream too soon. “We need to trim it down before we go at it with a razor.” He nodded toward a small electric shaver on the counter. “Otherwise, it’ll be too tough to handle.”

You hesitated for a moment, heart fluttering at the responsibility he was entrusting you with. Grasping the electric shaver, you flicked it on, the low hum vibrating in your hand. William tilted his chin upward, offering you a better angle. You took a breath and began working through the thicker parts of his beard, guided by his soft murmurs of encouragement—“Just like that,” “A bit closer here,” “Perfect.” Bit by bit, the dense hair gave way to a rough stubble.

When you finished, he caught your hand in his, turning off the shaver. “Now we use the warm towel,” he explained, offering you a folded, damp washcloth. You pressed it against his jaw, feeling the now-shortened stubble prickling beneath the cloth. He closed his eyes and sighed, leaning into your gentle touch as the heat and moisture softened the stubble further.

Next came the shaving cream. Slowly, deliberately, you spread it along his jaw and cheeks, the coolness contrasting with the warmth of his skin. Your fingertips grazed his face, and he watched you through half-lidded eyes, amused by your painstaking concentration. This felt different from anything you’d done together before—which said a lot. And maybe because you were unsure of what you were doing, maybe because this was a new kind of closeness, he seemed almost protective, endeared to the fact that you wanted to take care of him in this quiet, meaningful way.

“Take the razor,” he instructed, his voice low, “and go gently with the grain. Short strokes.”

You nodded, carefully aligning the blade. Your heart pounded with the weight of this trust. This was William Nylander, placing a razor at your disposal against his face. Slowly, you made the first pass, your other hand steadying his chin. He was silent, letting you work, occasionally murmuring a soft “Good” or “Just like that,” as you carefully removed the stubble that had become part of his playoff persona.

And as the hair fell away, you revealed more of the William you knew so intimately—clean lines of his jaw, the softness of his lips becoming more pronounced. You found yourself admiring him anew, and when your eyes met in the mirror, he shot you a tender smile that made your chest warm.

After a few careful minutes, you finished, wiping away excess cream, and patting his face dry. The beard was gone. Instead, he looked younger, relaxed, and undeniably handsome.

Your eyes sparkled with triumph. “There,” you said, stepping back to admire your handiwork. “All done.” Your voice held a note of pride, and he picked up on it, chuckling softly.

William stood, folding the towel before setting it aside. Then, he turned to you, his gaze sweeping over your face. “That was impressive,” he praised, his tone genuine. “You did good.”

You flushed, grinning as you took a step closer. “Well, I had a pretty willing teacher.”

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, appreciative kiss. “Mm,” he murmured as he pulled back, “I think I owe you a proper thank you.”

A current of heat arced between you two. Maybe it was the vulnerability of the moment—his trust, your care—or just the natural tension that always hovered at the edge of your relationship. Without the beard, you felt his lips more clearly, softer, and smoother, and you deepened the kiss, feeling him respond in kind.

His hands found your waist, and you let yourself melt into him. The moment carried the promise of something more than just a shave, more than just a lesson. It was a quiet understanding that now that the playoffs were over, and the beard was gone, something new could take its place. 

Something warm, intimate, and undeniably sexy.

“I think,” he whispered against your mouth, “I should show you how much I appreciate this new skill of yours.” His tone was playful, but laced with desire, and you laughed softly, nodding as his arms tightened around you.

His arms encircled your waist more fully, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the subtle shift of muscle under his shirt, the steady rhythm of his breathing turning a touch heavier now, more charged with want. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a slow, searing kiss that spoke of promises unspoken—of heat, gratitude, and release.

When he pulled back, his eyes were half-lidded, dark with intent. Gently, he reached for your hand, guiding you out of the bathroom and into the soft glow of the bedroom. His free hand trailed along the curve of your spine as you walked, each step punctuated by the quiet hum of the city outside. Behind closed doors, the world shrank to just the two of you.

In the gentle lamplight, he turned to face you. The tension that had been humming between you all night found its voice as he leaned in close again. His mouth hovered near your ear, the faint scent of clean soap and something distinctly William wrapping around you. “You were so careful with me,” he said softly, his tone warm and husky. “So sweet, so patient. Such a good girl.” 

Your breath hitched as his hands slipped under the hem of your shirt, fingertips grazing bare skin. He moved slowly, giving you time to adjust and respond, always so attuned to your comfort and your pace. You gasped softly when he let his lips wander along the line of your neck, tasting the curve of your shoulder. The texture of his now-smooth jaw brushing your skin was a sensual novelty—gone was the roughness of his playoff beard, replaced by a softness that heightened every delicate kiss.

Lifting your chin, you met his gaze, and in that moment, you saw a tenderness that took your breath away. There was desire, yes, but also affection, pride, and something else—a deep-rooted connection that made your heart flutter. You might have been clueless about what you’d done, but the way he’d guided you with such care, had made you feel safe to explore this intensity.

Gently, William began to undress you, pausing frequently to press his mouth to new expanses of skin as they were revealed. Each touch earned a small sigh from your lips, each kiss leaving you a bit more pliant beneath his hands. His voice was low and encouraging, murmuring praise and endearments that made your cheeks burn with pleasure.

Your hands found their way under his shirt, feeling the definition of his body that always caught your eye. He let out a quiet groan when your palms pressed against his bare chest, and you swore you felt his heartbeat pick up speed.

“Remember,” he murmured, voice hoarse as his forehead rested against yours for a moment. “You did this. You made me feel like this.” It was as if he wanted to ensure you knew your power—that your kindness, your care, your new “skill” that he’d teased you about, had lit this spark of closeness now blazing between you.

Your answer was in the tilt of your hips and the way your fingers curled into his hair as you pulled him in for another kiss, deeper this time, your body arching into his. Nothing else mattered now; what mattered was the warmth of his skin, the encouraging hum in his throat, the way he guided your every move with gentle, unspoken instruction. The quiet gasps and sighs that filled the dim room spoke louder than any words could.

In the softness of bedsheets and the subtle glow of the bedside lamp, you welcomed him closer, your naked bodies drawn together by a palpable hunger. His mouth found yours again, and this time there was no hesitancy—only a deep, slow kiss that made your heart stutter and your breath catch. His hand trailed down your body, fingertips grazing sensitive skin and drawing quiet gasps from your lips.

He explored you with a reverence that left you breathless, his every touch considered and precise, as if he were savouring the pure, unfiltered responses he drew from you. Your skin tingled under his fingertips, a slow ignition that he kindled with each careful caress. When he pressed a kiss lower along your abdomen, letting his lips linger as he descended toward your soaked, needy centre, you could feel the subtle tremor in your thighs as desire thrummed through your veins.

And at the first sweep of his tongue against your cunt, you gasped, arching instinctively, unsure if you were urging him closer or simply surrendering to the hot current of pleasure, he ignited within you. His mouth worked with spellbinding patience: soft, teasing licks evolved into deeper strokes, as though he was learning the exact pattern that would make you moan his name. He pressed inside with careful fingers, each gentle thrust and curl coaxing whimpers from your throat and turning your quiet pleas into urgent, breathless cries.

Your whispered “Willy…” sent a low, appreciative hum vibrating through him. The sensation rumbled against your flesh, drawing a choked gasp from your lips. He answered not only with a murmured response, but with the slow, confident rhythm of his entire body, guiding you steadily upwards through spirals of want and need. His movements were indulgent, never rushed—he took his time discovering every sound, every shiver, each subtle shift in your hips that told him where to linger and how to push you higher.

At last, you teetered on that trembling precipice, where pleasure overshadowed all thought and your world narrowed to the flick of his tongue, the press of his fingers, and the irresistible warmth of his breath against your most sensitive flesh. When you finally fell over the edge, it was a sublime, shattering release. Each pulse of climax unfurled like a lingering echo, radiating through every nerve, and he stayed there with you, unhurried and attentive, guiding you through the crest and down the other side. He murmured soft praises against your inner thigh, his voice low and full of pride as you shuddered and sighed, slowly regaining your breath in his arms.

When you had finally caught enough air to open your eyes, he looked up, a satisfied tilt to his lips. “I knew you liked me shaved,” he chuckled darkly, voice still carrying that husky edge, each word rolling out like a new temptation.

You managed a shaky laugh, cheeks flushed, your heartbeat still thudding in your ears. It was disarming to see him like this—so confident and just a little bit smug, that playful glint in his eyes as if he’d uncovered some delicious secret about you. And he had, really. He’d learned exactly how to unravel you, how to break down your uncertainty into pure sensation. The intimacy of shaving him, guiding that blade along his jaw, had been a quiet invitation to trust, and now he’d repaid that trust by showing you how thoroughly he could please you.

Your voice came out softer than you intended. “I wasn’t sure at first,” you admitted, still slightly breathless. “But I think I’m convinced.” Your gaze flickered over him, noting the flush on his neck, the relaxed set of his shoulders.

He pressed a lazy kiss to your belly, his hair brushing your skin. “I’d say you’re more than convinced,” he teased, his voice dipping as he straightened and moved up beside you. The mattress dipped under his weight as he settled in closer, still so close that you could feel the warmth of him. He trailed a hand along your arm, fingers grazing the sensitive spots he knew by heart.

The way he looked at you—possessive but tender, amused but grateful—made you blush anew. “You know,” you said softly, your own voice gaining steadiness as the rush of orgasm faded to a warm glow, “I might just have to handle your grooming more often. If this is the thank you, I get…” You left the sentence hanging, a bold hint that even surprised you.

A low growl of appreciation escaped his throat, and he cupped your jaw gently, guiding your lips to his in a slow, indulgent kiss. This one wasn’t about driving you mad or pushing you over any edge. It was about sealing the moment, acknowledging that something unspoken and profound had passed between you.

As he pulled back, he spoke quietly, sincerity softening his tone. “Any time you want to remind me how good we are together… just say the word.” He gave you that crooked grin you adored, the one that crinkled the corners of his eyes and made him look both mischievous and undeniably sweet.

[bloody-cupcakes]

love quinn secretly collecting random trinkets from (g!n) reader's bedroom until one day reader see them all under her bed (kinda like how joe does at some point 💀), reader finds out and forces her to burn everything while reader fucks her

A/N: loveee this idea sm, I hope I did it justice <3

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, nsfw/smut, Love is a bit of a perv, swearing, brief emotional damage done by the reader to Love, penetrative vaginal sex (Love receiving, the reader's genitals are kept purposely vague), degrading, dom/sub dynamics (dom reader/sub Love), soft aftercare (mostly implied)

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"What were you thinking, huh? Did you think I was stupid, that I wouldn't find out?" You questioned harshly, the bed creaking and shaking with each thrust you gave. Love's hands clutched onto your shoulders desperately, her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She could only whimper in response.

This was her fault, she knew it. She should've been smarter, should've kept the trinkets she took from you and hid them somewhere else, not in such an obvious places such as under her bed. She should've known you'd find them there eventually, and you did.

That morning started off pretty great. You were wrapped up in her arms after yet another passion filled night, and even though she was still a little bit sore she was happy. After waking up, she watched you for a bit before getting out of bed and making her way into the bathroom so she could take a shower.

She trusted you not to snoop, and in your defense you hadn't planned on it. Until you knocked your phone off the nightstand while trying to turn the alarm off, which prompted you to get down on your hands and knees to search for it.

You noticed something under her bed while you were grabbing your phone, something that looked an awful like one of your shirts. Turning on your phone's flashlight, you discovered a shoebox that was filled to the brim with stuff. Your stuff, to be exact.

The shirt was just the beginning, just the tip of the very fucked up iceberg she'd been hiding from you. In the box, you found a pair of your shorts, several pairs of underwear, a tank top, your favorite books with notes that you'd written in the margins, along with other random assorted trinkets you'd kept displayed around your room. You were trying to decide what to do with this sudden new information when Love came out of the shower.

"Baby, what do you want for breakfast-?" She casually asked while drying her hair, only to stop dead in her tracks the moment she saw you sitting on the floor with her little collection of your items surrounding you.

"What the fuck is this?" You demanded while standing, pointing down at the stuff on the floor. You were pissed, and while most people would be scared all she felt was the all too familiar feeling of being aroused by you.

"Look, I can explain-" She began, but you quickly cut her off.

"Bullshit, you can." You grabbed all of the stuff and shoved it back in the box, not caring if it got damaged in the process. At that point, she cared more about the stuff than you did, meaning this was her punishment for being a pervert.

"W- Wait- No, stop, please-" She begged frantically, watching in horror as you tore the clothing in two and shredded the pages from the book. There was nothing she could really do to stop this, and she knew that.

Satisfied by the destruction you'd just caused, you pulled out a box of matches from her bedside table- the ones she always used to light the candles she kept in her room -and lit one, handing it to her. "Burn it," you demanded firmly, your voice cold and devoid of emotion. "Burn it all right now, or I'm leaving and you'll never see me again."

"Please," she tried again to get you to listen to reason, her big blue eyes welled up with tears that threatened to escape. "Please, don't do this. Don't make me do this, I love you, I love you so much-"

"If you love me, you'll prove it by getting rid of that nasty little habit of yours that's fueled by you stealing my stuff," you snapped, causing her to fall silent. Despite how much she wanted to protest, she couldn't really argue with you there.

Nodding her head, she silently took the match from you, which was about halfway burnt by now. Her hands shook as she stepped over to where the box was and threw it on top, watching as everything inside caught aflame.

You carefully picked up the box and moved it to inside the shower so it wouldn't catch the carpet on fire before turning back to her. In all this time you'd been talking, she'd been in nothing but her bathrobe, something you'd only just realized.

One thing led to another, and you both found yourselves in bed together, Love's body pinned against the mattress by the way you were laying pressed down on top of her. That didn't mean you'd forgiven her or that you weren't still mad. In fact, it was quite the opposite.

"You're such a little pervert, stealing my things and keeping them under your bed like that," you spoke in a taunting voice as you continued to fuck her, relishing in the way she clung to you despite everything. "Could you not get off by yourself, huh? Is that what it was?"

She quickly shook her head no at the question and opened her mouth the speak, only for a strangled whine to come out instead. Her legs ached from how far apart they were spread, and her clit throbbed furiously with each new thrust you gave her. She was in absolute heaven.

"Please- please-" She pleaded with you, though for what she wasn't sure. All she knew at this point was that she wanted you to keep going. A gasp escaped from her when you grabbed her face the second she closed her eyes, turning it towards the direction of the bathroom, where the burning box of stuff could still be faintly seen in the tub.

"I want you to watch as it burns," you ordered while keeping a firm grip on her chin so she couldn't turn her face away. "And know that I could've done much, much worse if I really wanted to."

Oh, she didn't doubt that. She didn't doubt that in the slightest. But rather than being afraid, it only filled her heart with joy to know you weren't going to leave her, even after her little mistake.

"I love you..." She muttered quietly after you'd both been cleaned up, cuddling up close to you as you laid in bed together. "You'll never leave me..." It wasn't a question or a suggestion, but rather stated as a fact.

Her walls clenched as she came with a shout, finding herself grateful yet again that she had you. No one else made her feel like this, and even your anger was arousing in a way that it really shouldn't have been.

"I'll never leave you," came you reply without missing a beat, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Just don't do that again, okay?"

She nodded her head in understanding. If you didn't want her to do something, then she simply wouldn't do it. Making you happy was much more important to her than keeping a box full of her trophies. Besides, why would she need objects belonging to you when she now had the real thing?

[peetaslefttoe]

Heyy! Btw just saying I love your work! 💚

Could you maybe do an imagine where Peeta is fucking us up against a wall? I just think that would be very hot ngl. 🥵

warnings: degrading, praise, shower smut

summary: request above

author’s note: aw tysm! i love this idea 😭 (reader is in Katniss’s place) sorry it’s kinda rushed

Masterlist Pinned xx

You strode onto the elevator, trailing behind Peeta. You tried to his your exhaustion from tonight festivities, not to mention the thoughts swarming you as you prepared to face the arena once again. You tried to calm your mind, focusing on your surroundings, the elevator doors squeaking shut, the sweet smell of Peeta’s cologne, the feeling of the dress hugging your skin. You let out a sigh, trying to slow your breathing. Peeta’s eyes flicked to you, concern pooling behind them. He chewed at his bottom lip, looking back towards the doors, confusion written on his face. The elevator dinged, shaking you from thought as Peeta walk out and into the hallway.

You stood at the full length mirror, taking in the now burnt dress cloaking your figure. Peeta walked behind you, looking at you in the mirror. Your eyes met and you saw the concern once more.

“You okay?” He finally murmured against your hair.

“Yeah… just- worried,” you whispered, swallowing down a sob.

“I know, I know… so am I,” he said quietly.

“I can’t get my mind off it, I’m so scared Peeta,” you shivered. He placed his arms around you, embracing your tired form in his warmth.

“Mm is that what you need? A distraction?” his voice was low, making your stomach flutter.

“Yeah,” you said sheepishly, clenching your thighs and trying to stifle your feelings towards him. Surely he was just going to watch some tv, maybe read a book with you, get you mind off things… right?

“Mkay, how about you take a shower?” he kissed your bare shoulder gently, startling you but comforting your pounding heart. You nodded, meeting his eyes in the reflection. You followed him into the grand bathroom, a shower and bath so large only the capital could have. He leaned into the shower, flicking on the warm water and letting it run. Peeta turned his attention back to you.

“Here,” he brought his hand to the zipper of your dress, brushing your hair out of the way and dragging it down your back. He leaned into your neck, peppering you in wet kisses.

“Peeta?” you said quietly, he couldn’t feel this way for you too, could he?

“Shh we can talk tomorrow, let me make you feel better,” you felt your heart swell, you turned clutching his face and kissing him passionately. Something you’d been waiting to do for a long time. He kissed you back harshly, gripping your lower back and tugging you to him. He broke away, planting a kiss on your collarbone before tugging your dress down. He helped you step out of it, kissing your sore legs as he went. You shook under his soft touch, your core throbbing for him. You took off your bra, his piercing eyes never leaving yours as he looked up at you.

“Can I?” he tucked his warm fingers into the top of your panties as he searched for permission. You nodded shyly.

“Words baby,” he warned, you were certain your underwear were absolutely soaked now if they weren’t already.

“Yes, yes please Peeta,” you whined, desperate for his touch. He smirked at your begs and slid your panties down and off your body. He pressed an open mouth kiss to your pubic bone, before nipping at your hips.

“Fuck, can’t believe this is what you’ve been hiding under those district outfits,” he groaned palming his hardening length. You blushed, crossing your arms and looking away.

“Let me see you darling, come on,” he coaxed your arms away from your bare body, squeezing your eyes closed. You heard him stand, and shuffle out of his ravishing matching outfit.

“Open your eyes Y/N,” you slowly did as he asked, looking into his beautiful face once more.

“Good girl, so fucking gorgeous,” he praised, kissing your cheeks. You blushed even further, turning to putty under his gaze. You suddenly noticed he too was naked, you couldn’t help your eyes wandering down his perfect form. You couldn’t help but yearn to lick his sweat soaked torso as you scaled his figure. You eyes landed on his thick, throbbing cock. The head dripping with pre-cum, balls heavy as his chest heaved with excitement. He guided you into the shower, no doubt checking you out once more. The hot water hit your body, soothing your tense muscles and dripping down onto your face. Peeta ran his hands through his wet hair, his arms flexing making you clench.

“Peeta,” you whined, wanting nothing more than for him to fuck the life out of you right then and there.

“Tell me what you want, tell me how I can make you feel better,” he said smugly, kissing you softly.

“Want you to fuck me,” you finally said, steam from the water floating between you both. As soon as the words left your mouth he was pressing you against the slippery tile behind you. He kissed you roughly, biting at your lip before licking them gently. He slipped an arm around your waist, patting your ass gesturing for you to straddle him. You wrapped your bare legs around his damp hips, looking up at his water soaked face.

“Fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this, the things I want to do to you Y/N…” he nearly moaned as he looked at your exposed skin.

“Please Peeta, do them, everything you want to do to me, use me,” you begged shamelessly, aching for him.

“Mm I will darling, gonna distract you so well,” he whispered, raising you higher against the wall and sucking at your hardened nipples. You threw your head back, grasping his hair roughly as he massaged your other boob.

“Oh my god, please!” you whined, rutting your hips into him. He smirked, flashing his dimples before reaching a hand down to your throbbing cunt. He bit back at strangled groan as he ran his fingers through your slit.

“You’re so fucking wet, is this all because of my outfit?” he asked.

“Fuck Peeta, you don’t know how much that’s been torturing me, if you’d asked I would’ve gotten down on my knees in front of the fucking capital for you,” you whimpered, your desperation eating you alive. He swore under his breath, before inching his thick member into your pussy. You whined loudly as he stretched your weeping hole around him.

“Oh my god, you’re so tight princess,” You nearly came at his words, clinging to his back. He clutched your hips as he pulled out slowly, until only his tip held you open. Before you could beg for his cock once again he slammed back into you. You shook with pleasure as he thrust into you. You arched your back giving his access to plunge deeper inside you, he blushed your sweet spot making your eyes widen as you gasped.

“Right there?” he smiled before repeatedly slamming into your aching walls. Your eyes rolled back as he bounced you on his member, your back hitting the wall as you held onto him.

“Holy shit Peeta, your stretching me so good,”

“Who knew you were such a fucking cock slut,” he said smugly, surprising you with the harsh contrast from his usual shy demeanour. You couldn’t even respond to his dirty words as he fucked you senseless. He brought a hand to your through squeezing softly and making your wet pussy tighten around him.

“Fuck, you like that don’t you? Is that what you’ve been so desperate for today?” he said breathily, thrusting into you faster.

“Yes yes yes, your arms looked so fucking hot, needed you to choke me Peeta,” you whimpered, a blubbering mess as he pounded you. You felt a knot growing in your stomach, your pussy clamping down around him as he used you.

“Cum all over me darling, you’re taking me so well,” he muttered, his praise making you throb. You brought a hand to your clit rubbing it furiously as he slammed into your abused hole repeatedly.

“Look at you, filthy girl, acting all innocent up on stage when all you wanted was for me to choke you while I fucked your raw cunt, so desperate you’re playing with your little clit like a bitch,” he choked you harder as his thrusts became sloppy, plunging deep into your pussy. Your legs shook around his hips, a heat growing in your pussy as Peeta hit your sweet spot over and over against. The sound of the shower water hitting the floor and his dick fucking your soaked hole filled the room.

“That’s it, soak my cock,” You moaned loudly, whimpering his name as you tilted over the edge. You thrashed against his cock, you mouth hung open in pleasure. He moved his hand from your throat down between your hips, smacking your swollen clit as he fucked your through you high. Your walls squeezed around him as he groaned, pumping his warm cum inside you. You both stilled, you stayed against the wall for a minute or two as you regained your composure. Peeta leaned back helping you up and off his cock and placing your feet back on the slippery tile. He kissed you gently, running his hands along your shoulders as he embraced you.

[base0h]

Hiii! I hope you're doing great! can I request Sabo, Law, Shanks reacting to their s/o somehow slept on the bath? They thought they were taking to long and got in (Knocking and then walking in) and saw them sleeping and slowly sinking? Take your time! And an advance thanks!

a/n - you don’t know how obsessed I am with this idea anon oh my god- 😭 tysm for this request!! You have been the source of my inspiration!! So thank you for that! 💜

warnings ⚠️ - fem reader, suggestive kinda? Not rlly 😭

- taking a bath with Sabo is literally heaven 😭

- the way he gently scrubs your back leaves you with literally flawless skin

- he washes your hair too, and treats you like the literal queen you are ✨

- so tonight, you decided to ask him to take a bath with him after he finished up his paperwork for the day

- You drew the bath, putting in a lavender scent to set the mood just right, and you stepped into the comfortingly warm water

- it was just the right temperature, perfect

- tonight, his paperwork was taking a lot longer than usual, and you had been sitting in there for around 15 minutes

- the steam that was clogging the room was almost suffocating, why were you so dizzy??

- everything was so- blurry..

- before you knew it, the back of your head hit the edge of the tub as you slowly started sinking into the water

- your cheeks were flushed, breathing labored, your skin glossy and pale, your eyelids glazed

- Sabo ran towards the bathroom, realizing the time that nearly flew by for him

- he knocked on the bathroom door, quickly stripping off his clothes as he opened it to find you steaming, sinking into the water

- panic mode

- “Y/N?! OH MY GOD!”

- he rushed so fast that he tripped on the carpet, his naked ass laying flat on the cold tile as he ran towards you

- he lifted you out of the bath, checking your chest when he realized he had been literally fondling your breasts the entire time

- internally: “WHY ARE THEY SO FUCKING SOFT?!”

- he stopped himself, trying to gently wake you up, taking you out of the room and laying you in front of the fan to cool you off

- his heart was racing, you could hear it from a mile away

- his poor innocent soul was freaking out over how he accidentally “touched you” without your permission and holy shit he was about to go kill himself for it

- your eyes slowly opened and he felt his heart immediately calm down as he squeezed your hand gently with a smile

- “What took you so long Sabo?…”

- he laughed and gave you a hug, his warm body embracing you as he sighed with relief, smelling the lavender which made him even more intoxicated

- “Sorry… I had a lot more work..”

- “I don’t think we should take a bath now-“ -Sabo

- “yeah no shit sherlock.” -you

- "Babe, you're killing all of our noses. Poor benn's gonna go and suffocate because you haven't taken a shower."

- "He's overreacting!''

- "No I'm not." - benn

- When you suggested you would take a bath with him, his face literally lit up with excitement

- he was like a little dog who was about to go on the best walk of his life

- you went to go get the water ready, using some of his favorite shampoo and soap to spoil your red-haired boyfriend

- you stepped into the warm water, and the temperature was just right

- Unknown to you, shanks had already fallen asleep again on the bed, snoring away peacefully with a half-empty alcohol bottle in hand

- minutes passed, soon it had been 15 since you'd gotten into the water, and you were already starting to feel a bit light-headed

- the steam that blurred your vision wasn't helping at all, your cheeks were pink, your eyes glassy as they closed

- you slowly started sinking into the warm water, and oh god, if shanks didn't wake up soon, you probably would make the bathtub your early grave

- the bottle slipped out of his hands, the shattering of the glass waking him up as he sat up almost immediately

- He saw the light from the bathroom and he called out your name a couple times before walking towards the bathroom, taking off his shirt

- "Sorry- I fell asl- Y/N?! OH GOD!"

- cue his internal monologue about how stupid he was for falling asleep

- He literally started slipping on the floor as he lifted your body up with his arm, carrying you out of the bath and starting to try and wake you up

- He was literally about to have a heart attack at 39- lmao

- When you started coughing, you don't even know how relieved he was, he could feel his heart start to beat normally again

- "Dummy- why were you just sinking?!" -him

- "What do you mean?! You're the one who took forever!"

- "I- ok- fine- sorry.."

- "And you still smell like absolute shit." - you (pls he smells literally so bad- like alcohol and weird old fish)

a/n - omg this idea as literal perfection anon-

[chlorinecake]

🎙️ star-crossed lovers 【 薄幸な恋人 】 ⛦

summ✩ry Forbidden sparks fly between you and Enhypen’s main dancer upon dorming together, but what happens when your bandmate threatens to expose this reckless romance?

p✩iring idol!niki x popstar!reader ✩ EPISODE 1

genre band au, fluff, secret romance cw swearing, slightly suggestive, mild bullying, kissing, girl drama, reader is younger than Niki wc 4.5k

"Where were you last night?” Haerin asked with a whisper, removing the tape-seal from her container of apple slices.

It was early in the morning when you, your bandmates, and the Enhypen members got up for breakfast in the Hybe cafeteria.

Getting up early proved to be a challenge, especially considering your late night adventures with Niki and unbreakable inability to sleep in beds that aren't yours.

You couldn't help but wonder how much better you would've slept if Niki stayed next to you-

"W-what are you talking about, Rinnie?" You stuttered unintentionally, taking a sip from the coffee you prayed would help you get through another busy day in Korea.

"Don't play dumb, ____. You know what I saw," she sighed, meeting your nervous eyes, "You really shouldn't be disobeying the curfew rule, not to mention how dangerous sneaking around a foreign country is."

"I appreciate your concern, Haerin, but I promise, you have nothing to worry about," you said with a smile, "I just wanted to get some extra practice time in, that's all."

The sound of approaching footsteps cut your conversation short, the Enhypen boys and your bandmates finally joining you two at the table.

"Ooo, are you guys telling secrets? I wanna hear," Jade cheered, placing her food tray on the table.

Apparently you and Haerin looked a lot more suspicious than intended, but then again, two girls whispering always looked a little fishy.

“Hehe, no secrets over here!” Haerin covered, shoving her mouth with apples to avoid anymore questions.

"Riiiight," Jungwon smirked, revealing his soft dimples, "Anyways, how’re you all enjoying the roommate pairs?”

"I’m actually quite pleased with our group, right boys?” Heeseung joked, exchanged high fives with Jake and Jay to which Sunghoon rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm sure you guys took a while to get used to each other," he mumbled sarcastically, "What do you think about us, Serenity?"

"Hmm," she began in thought, "wellll, Sunoo's kinda vibey. He has a lot of fancy skincare products that he shares sometimes, so that’s been nice. Sunghoon's also really easy to look at so..."

"Easy to look at, huh? Is that your way of calling me hot?"

"Heyyy, I never said you could use my stuff," Sunoo blurted out, interrupting Sunghoon's attempt at flirting.

"Moving on," Serenity chirped, redirecting the convo, "What about you, Mr. Leadernim?"

Jungwon took a bite of his scrambled eggs before answering, "Honestly, Jade and Haerin remind me of my sister. We get along pretty well and they're not too troublesome, I guess."

"Yeah, Jungwon's pretty cool, too... aside from his tendency to hog the shower," Jade teased back.

“Okay, now what about you two?” Heeseung started, sending Niki a funny look that made him choke on his water.

“Alright, you can answer ____ while he keeps drowning,” Heeseung chuckled, passing Niki a napkin to wipe the water from his now shiny lips.

You still couldn't believe that he actually kissed you WITH THOSE LIPS-

“Uhhh,” you began nervously, trying to think of something normal to say, “N-Niki... w-well, he's uh... Niki, he's—”

“My GOD, the look on your face right now makes it seem like you’re in love with him or something,” Serenity gawked rudely, dramatically throwing her hands in the air as she successfully got everyone’s attention with her big mouth.

“I mean,” Niki started with a plain expression, “its not like I’m entirely against the idea of having a girl fall for me...”

“Yeah, happens all the time to guys like us,” Jake winked, immediately cringing at his own words.

Step, step, step, signaled Miss Kim’s signature black booties across the tiled cafeteria floor, “Good morning, my little minions. Now what’s going on over here with all this chatter?”

Turns out Miss Kim only worked as an activity assistant for Enhypen, though, she always had a way of waltzing into every room like she owned the place.

“Not much,” Jake answered, “We were just discussing our practice schedule for the day.”

“Mhm, so that means the few of you are well updated on your instrument rehearsals this evening, yes?”

“Instrument rehearsals,” Jade repeated yet asked.

“Exactly. Jade, Serenity, and Jay will play a guitar riff during one of the stages, so you’ll meet in the recording studio at 4pm today.”

“Sweet,” Jay smirked, playing air-guitar while mimicking the Karma instrumental.

“Also,” Miss Kim continued, “I can’t really remember, but which of you here is struggling with the choreo?”

Everyone’s eyes turned to you as you raised your hand shyly.

“Oh, ____,” she said, dragging out your name, “perfect! Niki, you’ll be skipping vocals today to help ____ catch up in the dance studio.”

You couldn’t hold back the smile that grew on your face at her words: maybe some extra dance practice wouldn't be too bad after all.

“Alright, I'm headed to the fashion department to check out your stage costumes. Heeseung and Jungwon, please make sure everyone follows today's schedule accordingly.”

“We won't let you down, Miss Kim," Jungwon nodded as the stern lady turned on her heel, beelining to the cafeterias coffee counter a few feet away from your table.

"Alright guys, you heard the boss lady. Let's wrap up breakfast and meet in 10," Heeseung said, getting up from his seat first as the rest of you followed shortly after...

To Room 10: Hybe's indoor gym and workout center.

The intense exercise routine left you feeling pretty worn out.

Your mind was mostly focused on getting all your reps in without passing out, ignoring the overflow of sweat that kept seeping from your pores. You all had just finished the last part of the workout: a mile outdoor run around Yongsan Family Park.

"And you're telling me we still have rehearsals after this?" Serenity huffed, taking yet another large gulp from her jug of Gatorade.

"Yes," Sunoo answered plainly, taking the blue drink from her hands and pouring it into a nearby bush.

"Dude, what the hell?" She yelped, backing away to avoid the splashes, "Don't tell me you're still mad about that 'skincare' thing."

"If you had any idea how many added sugars people put in that stuff, you would've poured it out yourself," Sunoo replied in a sassy voice.

"Well if it wasn't obvious, I couldn't care less about whatever you just said," she sighed, sadly watching as the blue liquid trickled past the leaves, soaking the soil, "you totally owe me a drink after this, by the way."

"Hey, that's actually a pretty good idea! We should go out for drinks tomorrow night," Jake cheered, using the back of his hand to catch his sweat, "everybody down for splitting the bill?"

"Yeah, but we can focus on that once we get back up this hill," Jay replied, encouraging the rest of you to keep on treading.

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Later in the rehearsal studio, practice started off a bit slow with a warm up session before actually breaking down the choreography.

Apparently, the official dance composer for the upcoming stage changed a part in the performance for you and your group to follow, adding a trick move with Haerin and Jade.

Meanwhile, the Enhypen boys were working on perfecting their routines, as they had already memorized the whole thing a lot quicker than the Riot Grrlz.

The main practice session lasted close to two hours before the talent supervisor called for a break, sending the other members off so you and Niki could have the studio to yourselves.

Finally.

"So what was that all about earlier?" He asked, kneeling down to stretch his legs.

"In the cafeteria this morning?"

He nodded in response, guiding you to the floor to help you stretch with him.

"Well, Haerin said she saw me last night... Sneaking out, I mean. She didn't say anything about you, but..."

You couldn't help but giggle at the way his face dropped.

"What the? I could've sworn everyone was asleep when we came back last night," he said with an awkward smile, holding onto your wrists as he pulled you toward your feet on the ground, "what'd you tell her then?"

"I told her not to worry about it, but I avoided mentioning too many details," you said, squeezing your eyes at the painful stretch you felt in your hamstrings.

"Welp, all that means is we'll have to be more careful when we sneak out again tonight," he winked, finally letting go of your wrists so you could relax.

"Tonight, huh? I'm surprised I've got you hooked so fast. What's it been, like three days?"

"Four, actually. But I'm surprised by your sudden confidence. You could hardly form a coherent sentence about me, earlier," he teased, offering you his hand to help you up from the ground.

"That had nothing to do with you and everything to do with the way you almost died while drinking water," you returned before dramatically reenacting the way he struggled, pretending to choke on the air, "I was nervous... for your safety, of course."

"Mhm. I'm sure you would've saved me though... Nothing a little mouth to mouth can't fix," he smiled, looking at your lips before looking away, trying to maintain his focus, "You remember how the choreo starts, right?"

"Uhh," you started, scratching the back of your head, "With the little arm-move-thingy?"

"Sure, you could call it that," he chuckled, "Now just follow my moves like we did at the skate park. I'll go slow at first and speed up as you catch on."

"Okay," you said, watching his movements in the mirror as if hypnotized.

It amazed you how even while practicing the moves in slow motion, he still looked effortlessly talented.

"Good!" he encouraged, observing how much you improved with the footwork compared to day one, but there was something about your hip movements that he thought looked a little stiff.

"Okay, hold on," he started, walking up to you and placing his hands at your waist, "Try to be a little more fluid with this step, otherwise it looks kinda awkward."

"Like this?" you asked, keeping his hands in place as you rolled your hips in front of him, trying to follow his instructions.

You didn't even realize how close his body was pressed against yours until a loud slam startled you both.

Niki's gaze immediately darted to the source of the sound, seeing none other than Serenity barging through the studio door, marching in with a cattiest look on her face.

"Ummm, how can I help you, officer?" Niki asked playfully, stepping away from you and crossing his arms.

That's when Sunghoon and Sunoo ran in behind her, trying to catch their breath while spitting out a few words, "We tried to stop her," Sunoo started, "but she wouldn't listen."

"Aha! I knew there was something going on between you two! Don't try to back away now, Niki! I guess you couldn't wait to loosen up each other's buttons again, huh?!" Serenity rambled, making an utter fool of herself.

"We were rehearsing the choreography, genius. Like Miss Kim told us to," You retorted, not being in the mood for her games at the moment.

"Mhm, without leaving room for Jesus, I see! Speaking of Miss Kim, just wait til I tell her about this!"

"What are you two doing here?" Niki asked the two frustrated boys, trying to redirect the conversation.

"We were in Room 10 doing our cooldown when Gossip Girl over here started interrogating Haerin," Sunghoon sighed, "One thing led to another and before we knew it, Serenity was bolting out of the gym like a crazy person."

Your eyes went to meet Serenity's frame, who stood with her hands on her hips and eyes narrowed as she wrestled with whatever angry thoughts ran through her brain.

"Ren, please don't tell Miss Kim. This was obviously a huge misunderstanding," you pleaded with her, trying to be mature about the situation.

"No… little kids like you need discipline. Though," she paused, twirling a strand of her chocolate brown hair, "I might consider keeping your little secret if you resign from being captain over the Riot Grrlz."

You scoffed at her offer, "You're delirious. And for the last time, there isn’t any secret for you to spoil, anyway."

"Fine,” she grinned, a little too wide, “I tried to be nice about this, Niki, but your girlfriend has left me with no other choice but to come clean about this matter.”

Flipping her hair, she marched towards the door, looking back as if waiting for you all to follow her, which you did, all the way to Miss Kim in the fashion department.

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To no one’s surprise, Miss Kim wasn’t happy to see the five of you crowding her during her shift, especially not when you were given specific instructions to follow the schedule while she was away.

After Serenity expressed that their was “a breach of the rules” between you and Niki, Miss Kim summoned all of the Riot Grrlz and Enhypen members for a disciplinary meeting.

"Oddly enough, my disappointment doesn't fall on Jungwon and Heeseung, even though I put you two in charge of everything," the lady began, holding her hands behind her back as she paced around the table you were all sat at.

"Serenity has brought to my knowledge that some of your are struggling to follow the strict rules in place here. Are there any witnesses to this claim?"

Serenity kicked Haerin's leg from under the table, trying to get a word out of her, but she remained silent thankfully. You couldn't help but feel guilty though at the sight of Jungwon and Heeseung hanging their heads in shame.

"Very well then... and are any of the accused parties willing to come clean about the alleged incident?"

Niki peeked at you for a second as if waiting for you to say or not say something first.

"I..." you began timidly, "I did stay out past curfew last night, but only to practice."

This was a partial lie, but you had no intentions on bringing Niki down with you. After all, it's not like he forced you to sneak out with him, as you most definitely wanted to.

Miss Kim's eyes widened slightly at your sudden choice to speak, "Go on," she said, stopping in her tracks.

"And about what Serenity saw in the rehearsal studio... It was nothing. Me and Niki were only trying to practice like you said."

She hummed at your words, "I appreciate your honesty, ____. And Serenity, it would bring me much joy if from now on, you would focus more on working than running after silly rumors."

"Soooo," Jake started, "are we free to go now?"

"Not just yet," Kim answered, clearing her throat before continuing, "From now on, your curfew will be pushed back from 11:00pm to 8:00pm."

A loud groan filled the room at her words, but a satisfied look remained on Serenity's face until the next part of Kim's rules were announced.

"A piece of blue tape will be lined at your bedroom doors, so anyone who tries to leave after 8 will have a tough time hiding it once the tape is torn. Also, expect to be waken up extra early tomorrow for exercise. No breakfast."

"But Miss Kim," Jade began, "Maybe you can give us another chance, there's no proof, anyway."

"Proof or no proof, my rules will stand in place until further notice. And for the record, this is not a punishment."

"Yeah, more like a freaking detention center! I knew it from day one," Serenity whined, the taste of her karma unfortunately falling on the lot of you.

"If that's what you wanna call our home to multinational superstars, so be it," Kim retorted, making her way to the office door, "hopefully there will be no more disruptions for the day."

Slam.

The door was closed, and with that, your busy schedules re-open and waiting to be completed.

"____," Haerin spoke quietly, shyly meeting your eyes as she walked up to you, "I'm really sorry that I brought that up this morning, Serenity must've overheard us talking."

"It's okay, Rinnie. This isn't your fault," you smiled, patting her head gently to cheer her up.

"Mhm, well that's sweet. Thanks for getting us on probation, lovebirds," Jay sighed, getting up from his seat and walking out of the room.

"Yeah, so much for stopping Serenity and her big mouth, you guys," Jake said, giving Sunghoon and Sunoo a look before walking out too.

"Guys, Miss Kim said this wasn't a punishment. Like ____ said, this isn't anyways fault," Jungwon said, trying to convince everyone to see the situation in a more positive light.

"Whatever, I'm gonna join Jay in the instrument room. Don't take too long in here, Ren," Jade sighed, running a frustrated hand through her hair before also leaving.

"Cool, I'm gonna go get lunch because I don't work well when I'm hungry," Heeseung huffed, walking past Niki and towards the door, "I taught you well, brother, but please, stay out of trouble from now on."

Serenity's initial pitiful look returned to the sassy one she wore before, watching as Jungwon, Sunoo, and Sunghoon followed after Heeseung, closing the door behind them.

And then there were three.

"Miss Kim thinks that some silly tape and a bedtime will stop you two, but just know that I'll be watching for myself," Serenity threatened, staring you and Niki down from her seat.

"Got it, officer," Niki teased, walking up to you and taking your hand in his.

"And where do you two think you're going?"

"To complete our schedules? Now we've all had enough with your Nancy Drew act. It's time to put your working face back on," you replied, mirroring her cattiness, "You're gonna be late for your rehearsals with Jade and Jay if you don't hurry up."

"Gosh, you two can be so annoying sometimes," She exclaimed, fixing her hair before marching out of the office, leaving you and Niki alone again.

With your hand still in his, he turned your body to face him, taking your face in his hands and looking at you with the most loving expression.

He just can't get enough of you.

He reached for your wrist, drawing your attention to the bracelet he gave you the other day, "You still trust me, right?"

You couldn't help but look away from his face for a second. If he held that intense eye contact with you for any longer, you're sure you were gonna explode.

"Stop, you're too shy," he giggled, turning your chin to face him one more time before kissing you on the lips, a pink hue raising to his cheeks. You got lost in his touch for a second, hardly remembering that this reckless romance is what got you in this room in the first place.

"Niki!" You yelped, suddenly feeling his hands tickle you under your shirt, "You never answered my question, silly," he chuckled, backing away as you tried fighting him off.

"I trust you, stupid, now stop tickling me before someone catches us," you sighed, trying to catch your breath from all your laughing.

This boy was making your heart do things you're sure it's never done before. Backflips, cartwheels, splits, you name it!

"So does that mean you're still down to hang out with me later tonight," he asked, pouting at you playfully, "unless, you don't think it's worth it."

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Your evening ended on par with Miss Kim's revised schedule, everyone completing their assigned tasks before showering and heading to bed at 8 o'clock sharp. And to your surprise, she wasn't joking about the blue tape thing either.

You and Niki waited til an entire hour had passed before initiating your escape plan, just to make sure that everyone was asleep.

Dressed in the best "incognito" outfits you could find, Niki tied a few bed sheets together to make a rope, tying it to your bunkbed for you to climb out the window with.

He went first because you were too scared.

"Alright, you're coming?" He whispered from the ground, watching you shyly peek from the window.

"You look tiny from up here," you giggled, pointing at him playfully.

"____, stop stalling and get down here," he chuckled back, motioning with his hands as if encouraging you.

Sticking your right leg out the window, you said a small prayer as you gripped onto the makeshift rope, climbing down with your eyes closed to keep yourself from chickening out.

"That's it, there you go!" Niki cheered, clapping for you as you finally made it down... the 10ft wall.

"What if someone sees the rope just hanging here?"

"They won't."

"Well... what if a little raccoon were to get cold out here and sneak into our room for comfort?"

"Come on," he smiled, taking your hand in his as he skipped from the building, adjusting the sunglasses to his "costume."

He wanted to show you around the city of Seoul, taking you to one of his favorite Japanese food stands to get filled taiyaki's because they're his all time favorite. He ended up doing most of the talking while ordering, thanks to the language barrier.

You both wanted chocolate filled, so you ended up just getting one large taiyaki to share.

He tore a piece of the fish pastry's head before putting it in his mouth, careful not to get any chocolate on his face.

You took the snack from his hand before taking a small bite yourself, surprised by the initial crunchiness of the pastry that soon melted into a softer texture, coupled with an equally delightful taste.

Now you see why Niki likes these so much.

"This is crazy, you know that?" You said, taking in the beautiful city scenery that made up your surroundings.

"Of course, especially with everyone reminding me all the time. But what was that you said again? About breaking rules as long as it's worth it?"

Both of you started to walk a little slower, not really paying attention to where you were going, just enjoying each others company, "You're never gonna let me forget I said that, are you?"

"Nope," he smiled, looking into the distance, "because those are the exact words that got us here in the first place."

"And where is "here," exactly?" You challenged, going for another bite of the snack before handing it back to him.

"Alone, outside, past our curfews, holding hands in this beautiful park while dressed up as anonymous wanderers..."

You giggled in between his rambling-

"...Waiting for the right moment to kiss each other again."

A certain feeling of butterflies ran through your stomach at his words.

Was risking your career really worth all this? You'd vote one hundred and ten percent yes.

🎆 Pop!

The sight of fireworks bursted into the night sky before you two, shattering into a glittery shower of colorful sparkles.

"Oh my God," you jumped in shock at the loud noise, making Niki chuckle at your startled reaction.

"Jeez, you're gonna draw attention to us if you keep jumping like that!"

"Ahh, how was I supposed to know they were going to be fireworks tonight?"

"We're just outside of Yeouido Park. The officials here are probably rehearsing for the upcoming firework show," he said before filling his mouth with yet another bite of taiyaki.

From the looks of it, a few more people started to crowd the area, pulling out their cameras to take pictures of the occasional fireworks that splashed into the clear night sky.

"Maybe we should get going now," you said shyly, adjusting the silly scarf you wore around your neck to keep yourself undetectable.

Confused at first by your initial prompt, Niki took a look around before now seeing a few photographers pointing cameras at everyone.

"Yeahhhh, you're right, let's go before we get caught," he smiled, picking up the pace of his steps as he turned around, beelining back to the Hybe building with his hand still in yours.

The time had just hit somewhere around 10 o'clock, so you and Niki got a good hour to yourselves after your long day of work.

Luckily, his makeshift rope was still hanging outside your dorm room window when y’all got back, and once again, you successfully snuck out together undetected.

Or at least, that’s what you both thought until the morning came…

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There was a certain news feed circulating around the web, originating on that same Korean Pop media website you were stalking before your trip.

You weren’t surprised to find Serenity with her bright blue eyes practically glued to her phone screen, announcing the blog’s title out loud as you and Niki came down together for warmups in Room 10:

Young Stars Spark Romantic Rumors After Photos of Them Kissing in Yeouido Park Circulate the Web.

Oh no, this can’t be good.

Niki had already informed you a few minutes ago about the post popping up on his phone, "There's no way we got caught. I made sure we blended in with the crowd,” he said, not being able to hide the worry growing inside him.

“And besides,” you replied while whispering, “we didn’t even kiss.”

But as to be expected, Serenity was having a field day rubbing the news in your faces.

“Starting mess at work again, I see?” Sunoo pointed, rolling his eyes at her words, but she ignored him.

“Ren, did you even look at the pictures going around?” Haerin offered as she adjusted her workout clothes, “Those people look nothing like Niki and ____.”

“Let me see,” Jade said, reaching for Serenity’s phone and scrolling past the title to analyze the pictures that revealed two older idols who didn’t even match you and Niki’s heights.

The fear boiling in your stomach suddenly disappeared.

“Oh, and their names are right here!” Serenity pointed out before zooming in, “Nevermind, I can’t even pronounce that.”

“Great, so that means we can get back to practice now, yeah?” Jungwon said, trying not to sound as annoyed as he truly was.

You and Niki just bust out laughing.

“What’s so funny,” Serenity scowled, obviously dissatisfied with the reality of the situation.

"Just the fact that you genuinely thought we'd go against Miss Kim's rules… Besides, how would we have even gotten out last night?" Niki tried, kneeling down to tighten his shoelaces, “I’m sure you checked the blue tape by our door. It stayed intact the entire night.”

“Mhm,” she hummed, obviously not wanting to engage in the conversation anymore, which you were thankful for.

The fitness coach started explaining the workout to Jake so he could translate for you and your group, outlining that the session would start with some intense weight lifting before cardio, a.k.a, a 2 mile run around the park.

Great.

Heeseung encouraged you all with his bright smile, “Alright, guys, let’s get moving!”

And that’s exactly what everyone did for the next three hours, keeping a shared goal in mind to follow Miss Kim’s activity schedule perfectly: Day five’s schedule outlining an in-person fan meeting that evening.

🎙️ For my baby, @microwvdstrawb3rri3s, and the lovely 🐥 anon ~ Episode 3 coming soon 💕

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[kaliforniahigh]

I have a silly idea for a Christmas blurb with the Bad Omens crew with a female reader inspired by It's a Wonderful Life? Maybe reader is a tech or assistant and has a rough day and it kinda goes like the movie?

Hi!!! This is soo cute! Keep in mind that I have not watched the movie, and I'm going off of what I've researched on Google ;) I honestly hope it's good!

You felt so tired and overworked that the Christmas spirit has completely faded for you. Work was so hectic during the end of the year, that you weren't even able to buy tickets to travel and spend the holidays with your family.

Getting home from yet another gruelling day of work, you set your things on the floor by the door, not even bothering to out them away in your bedroom. Taking your clothes off, you took a warm shower, arguably the best part fo your day so far.

After, you checked your phone and saw your family and friends have sent you text messages wishing you a Merry Christmas. You kind of wish they didn't, because now, as you sat on your dining room table, you felt an overwhelming rush of sadness come over you.

You couldn't help the tears from escaping your eyes, so you let them fall freely down your cheeks.

"We have to help her", Noah said to his friends, who all agreed with him.

It wasn't common that they were sent to help the human beings, but, as you guardian angels, they've been observing you for days now, and it felt like the right time to intervene.

So, they showed up in your living room, one by one, and as you looked up from where your head was resting on the table, you were startled to see five people standinf in your living room. Rubbing your eyes to make sure you weren't seeing things, you heard one of them say.

"We're Noah, Nicholas, Nick, Jolly and Matt", the one with the blond, shoulder-lenght hair spoke first. "We're your guardian angels and we couldn't let you spend Christmas this sad and alone".

"Y'all dead?", you asked, incredulous at what was happening in your living room. They just smiled and nodded yes. "And you're going to spend Christmas with me?", they nodded yes yet again.

You actually found their presence to be comforting. The aura they had around them soothed your pain a litle bit, as you walked around the kitchen, preparing somethig for you to eat. You offered, but they said they didn't really need food.

You found out they were all in a band, before going to heaven, and you spent the entire night listening to their stories and laughing along with them. The time for them to go has arrived, but, they reassured you that they'll always be watching over you, and you didn't need to worry about a thing. You went to be happier that night, feeling like you were never really alone.

[paralyze-fic]

Paralyze.

Chapter 97

Sunday  morning arrived quicker than expected. My internal clock woke me up early and reaching my phone I saw it was a little after 7 am. I got up with a grunt and mechanically did what I did every day, went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, took a quick shower, tried to style my hair somewhat decently, got dressed, grabbed my All Might notebook where the cards were, picked up a pen and walked out.

On my way out of my room, I grabbed one of my spare pair of shoes to wear outside and just placed them by the front door for later.

I was surprised to find pretty much half the class already awake, despite being a Sunday at 7 am... That's Hero Training for you, messes up your sleep schedule.

"Good morning," I muttered, receiving a variety of greetings, some more enthusiastic than others, like Iida, Yaomomo and Izuku, they were more cheerful than I was. Well, Iida was more so his usual intensity not really cheerfulness.

Katsuki, Shoto and Koda were more quiet, the blond responding with a grunt instead of words. Sero gave me a hand gesture to greet me, and Aoyama did a pose and began muttering about how it would be a beautiful day.

Glancing out the window, I saw some snow covering the grass outside, the pathway already shoveled.

"Breakfast's ready," Sato spoke, walking out the kitchen with cookies on a tray, Yaomomo following behind with many steaming mugs on a tray of her own. I sat at the table and Katsuki immediately took the seat next to me.

"Going somewhere?" He muttered, picking up a couple of cookies and taking a bite of one. I picked up my steaming mug with (tea/coffee/hotchoco), and gently blew on it before taking a small sip.

"Just heading home for a few hours, gotta give something to the little monsters," Katsuki looked at me, a small smirk showing on his face.

"Those two were something else," I felt my face heating up when I remembered them calling Katsuki 'nii-chan' and saying he will be my 'wife'. Now, I wasn't opposed to the idea, but I was still way to young to think of that, though my birthday was getting kinda close now that I thought about it.

So many things have happened since the beginning of the school year I kinda lost track of everything.

Breakfast went by without a hitch, eventually, the rest of the class woke up and made their own drinks. By the time we were done, Uraraka was the only one still asleep, so we agreed on putting some cookies in tupperware so she could eat them whenever she woke up.

By then, Aizawa had also showed up by the dorm, Eri in hand. The class was happy to see her, and asked Aizawa why was she here.

"Not that it's a bad thing! Not at all! We just wanna-!" Aizawa raised his hand so Izuku would stop talking, his voice getting more high-pitched and kinda breaking here and there.

"I'm here to ask you all to watch over her for a while, I'll be driving (M/n) to his parents' house for a few hours," at that, everyone turned to look at me and I was already putting on my shoes.

"Didn't know you were leaving, (L/n)-kun!" Iida spoke and I chuckled.

I took quick strides to the table where my notebook and pen were still on, "Aizawa-sensei didn't want to let ne go home by myself, something about developing bad habits," I spoke with a shrug as I zipped up my jacket up to my nose, and fixed my hood up.

"Ready to go?" Putting my hand in my pocket, I felt my phone in there so I nodded and we stepped out the dorm.

"See you later, everyone!"

I trailed behind Aizawa as we walked down the pathway and to the black sedan. I got in the passenger seat, buckled the seatbelt and opened my notebook while waiting for Aizawa to get in the car as well.

I began writing down and sketching some ideas to add or change from my gauntlets. Hatsume-chan wouldn't mind helping me, but she would definitely make a new design.

The door to my right closed and Aizawa started the car, seatbelt on, started the engine and pulled away from the dorm, heading toward my home.

The ride was mostly quiet, only the sound of me writing on paper and messy sketching on the pages while Aizawa focused on the road. Then my thoughts wandered to my parents and the twins. I was home two weeks ago for New Year but with everything that happened it felt like it had been way longer than that.

Briefly looking up and glancing out the window, I stared at the thin sheet of snow on the trees, some benches and rooftops. Something about the snow made everything feel serene, and I took a deep breath as I relaxed further on the seat, my head against the slightly condensed window.

My body felt incredibly heavy from exhaustion while simultaneously feeling weightless, like a feather flowing on the breeze. My body was tired, but my mind was at ease for once, briefly recalling everything that happened at my internship.

My thoughts drifted back to the intense moments at Endeavour’s agency, like the first time I struggled to keep up during a patrol with the trio. I remembered the frustration of feeling like I was holding them back, the burning in my legs as I pushed myself harder, and the quiet but firm encouragement from Burnin' that kept me going. Then it was that one moment in the simulation exercise where I finally trusted my instincts instead of overthinking, and it paid off. I could still hear Endeavour’s gruff praise echoing in my ears, even though I knew it was rare for him to give compliments. I wondered how much of that progress I’d be able to maintain now that I was back at school

After a few minutes of me mindlessly staring outside, the silence was broken, “You seem deep in thought," Aizawa-sensei's voice made me blink, realizing I had gotten lost in thought for a while.

I glanced over at him but he was staring ahead, and I looked back at my notes. I hesitated before responding, but there was a hint of genuine curiosity in his voice.

"I was... thinking about the internship," I finally admitted, fidgeting with my pen, "A lot happened, and it feels strange to be back."

Aizawa hummed, and I saw him nod, eyes still on the road, “Well, that’s normal. The transition between the field and school can be jarring, especially when you’ve experienced so much in a short period. But it’s important to take time to process it all."

His words made me smile. He always seemed to know what to say to cheer us up, even if he masked it as just being a strict teacher.

“It was… intense, but I learned a lot. I’m glad I got to experience it, even if it was tough. I just hope I'll be able to keep up with the internship and classes," the car stopped at a street light and Aizawa turned to look at me.

"Anyone that misses classes will have extra lessons to make up for that, so don't worry about it for now," I nodded in silence and returned to look out the window, closing the notebook with the pen inside it, "Remember to take care of yourself too, don't overwork yourself."

"I will, sensei." After that, the rest of the drive was quiet, but it was a comfortable silence. The car’s heater was enough to keep us warm, and I watched the scenery outside gradually became more familiar too as we neared my house.

When we finally arrived, I was greeted with the familiar sight of the snow-covered driveway. I sighed and unbuckled my belt, I opened the door and before I could step foot outside the car, the front door of my house practically flew open.

Looking up, I saw the twins rushing outside, dressed up in cozy sweaters and at least wearing their slippers. "Nii-chan!" I smiled and pushed the door open to give them room to hug me, since they didn't give me time to get out.

"Boys, come back, it's cold outside!" Glancing over their shoulders I spotted my dad by the front porch, my mom behind him with a warm smile on her face.

"Come on, monsters, go with dad, I'll be there in a minute," they nodded effusively before running back to our parents. I took a deep breath, and turned around to face Aizawa, who wore the same look on his face as when he was watching Eri playing around, "Thanks for the ride, sensei."

"No problem," he replied, a subtle smile taking over his usual serious expression, “I figured it’d be good to ensure you got home safely."

I smiled back and grabbed my notebook, getting ready to step out. That's when I saw my mom walking toward us, which made me frown with curiosity, "Mom?" She smiled at me and leaned over to look at my teacher.

"Mr. Aizawa would you like to come inside for a bit? Of course, if you don't have anything else to do," she spoke softly, and glancing back I noticed him hesitating about accepting the offered, "I thought it'd be rude to leave you out here waiting for my little boy to come out, so I figured I could invite you to have some tea or coffee and just have a chat?"

Well, my mom had always been really convincing, but this was Aizawa-sensei, I wasn't sure if he'll-.

"If it's not too much trouble, Ms. (L/n)," oh damn, she did it.

Mom chuckled and waved a hand, "Not at all! Come on in, it's freezing out here."

She held my hand and helped me out of the car, closing the door behind me and she nudged me forward.

"Your brothers are waiting for you, go," I chuckled and obeyed, walking down the pathway cleared of the snow and gave a quick hug to my dad before coming inside.

I took my jacket and shoes off, putting my pair of slippers and going to the living room, where the twins were sitting on the couch, tho they were practically bouncing off it in excitement. The sight made me laugh and I opened the notebook, both cards behind the first page.

"Little monsters," I pulled the cards out and showed them.

"You did it!" They exclaimed and I walked a few steps closer to them. They patiently waited in front of me, holding onto my shirt with hardly contained happiness.

"Here, one for each," they grabbed them off my hand and looked at them, before frowning and swapping cards. I immediately knew they had gotten the card with each other's name which made me laugh.

"Thank you, nii-chan!" They exclaimed in unison and clung to me. Behind me, I heard the front door closing and glancing back, I saw Aizawa putting on some of my dad's spare slippers.

"Alright, come on, let's sit down," with both of them still clinging onto me, I dragged the three of us to the couch, which didn't take long because it was nearby but fuck, these two had gotten heavier.

We sat together on the couch and they were still gushing about their signed cards, when mom came by, "Do you want anything, honey?" I looked up at mom and smiled.

"Not really, I already had breakfast," she nodded and rushed to the kitchen.

Aizawa and my dad sat on the opposite couch from us, and soon started talking. I didn't know about what because I couldn't quite hear them, and I wasn't gonna try and gossip about their adult conversation, it was none of my business after all.

As I remained with the twins, I watched the nonstop gushing about their cards, showing them to me with big smiles on their flushed faces, making me chuckle as if I hadn't just given those cards to them.

A few minutes later, mom walked out of the kitchen, a tray with a few steaming mugs and two plates filled with brownies. She sat them on the coffee table and I made eye contact with my mom. Judging by the look on her face, she knew I wanted to grab one, so she chuckled and rubbed her hands with a warm look in her eyes.

"Go on, you can eat."

I reached forward and grabbed one brownie while the twins grabbed two each after carefully setting their cards down on the table.

Mom grabbed a mug and handed it to Aizawa who muttered a quiet 'thank you' with a small bow and held it with both hands. He seemed so out of place, but thankfully, my mom knew just how to make friends with everyone.

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While the twins and I spoke about my internship, my parents were talking to Aizawa. Of course, I made sure to leave out the small details like how I gave up halfway, and the dangerous situations we encountered. They listened attentively with bright eyes as they heard how "cool and serious" Endeavour was up close.

"Wanna know something even better, monsters?" They nodded and I slouched down so they would get closer to me, wanting in on the secret, "We went to his house and had dinner," I whispered and they seemed ready to scream.

"Dinner with Endeavour?! Nii-chan!" I laughed as they started shaking me back and forth, and well, that caught the attention of the three adults.

"Huh? Dinner with Endeavour?" Dad wondered and I nodded, holding the twins in place, squeezing them against my sides.

"Yeah, Shouto's older sister wanted to meet his friends," the whole conversation about their eldest brother, Touya, flashed in my mind and I was hoping my distress wasn't obvious on my expression, "We had fun, though it was a little awkward at first," I snickered and decided to swap my attention back to the little monsters, tickling them and causing them to jump off the couch.

"Nii-chan! No tickle monster," I smiled at them and raised my hands innocently.

"For now~," I said in a playful voice and they flinched with wide smiles on their faces.

"Boys," mom called us so we looked at her, "Shouldn't you get started on your school project? Since your brother is here you can do it now, how about it?" I frowned and looked at the twins who had suddenly gotten a bright shine in their eyes.

"Yes! Good idea, mom!" Ryo exclaimed while Akira came over to me and he grabbed my hands, pulling me toward him so I would stand up from the couch, "Nii-chan, come on, we have work to do."

They each held one of my hands and began dragging me to their room. I looked over my shoulder at my parents and I saw my mom covering her smile with her hand while dad shook his head fondly with a warm smile on his face. Aizawa looked quite amused at the scene.

As soon as they dragged me in, I couldn't help but noticed the organized chaos on their low table pushed against a wall, covered with school supplies —papers, pens, pencils, glue, tape and scissors— and on that wall there was a big cork board with a couple pictures of me. Drawings and actual pictures.

Stepping closer, I realized they were taken from TV news and their websites. There was shots of me from the Sports Festival; the Obstacle Course, the Calvary Battle and the 1vs1 combats. Ending with a picture of me standing on the podium, my golden medal hanging around my neck with a wide yet tired expression on my face.

Surrounded by the pictures, was a sticky note; What did you feel when you won the Sports Festival?

There was more than just that. The Shie Hassaikai was there. The High-End Nomu in Kyushu with Endeavour and Hawks. At the Nabu Island when we had to protect Mahoro and Katsuma. A few of the incidents during my internship... Including the pastry incident.

So that's what I looked like, no wonder Katsuki found it hilarious.

A few pictures showed me with my classmates and/or senpais, and everything was neatly separated and arranged in a somehow accurate chronological order, a different few questions to each of those sections.

The top of the corkboard had a blank piece of paper, and I figured the title of the project was gonna be there.

I snapped out of my stupor when I heard something behind me, so I glanced over my shoulder to see Akira and Ryo pulling their low chairs closer to the table.

“What’s all this?” I asked, glancing back and forth between them. They looked up at me and then at the board, and they were suddenly bouncing on their feet with enthusiasm.

Akira, always the more talkative of the two, eagerly stepped forward and pointed to the corkboard, “This is our project, Nii-chan! It’s about heroes, but more importantly, it’s about you!”

"Yeah! Look at this!" Ryo exclaimed, standing on his tippy toes to grip the paper at the top and pulling it off. Apparently it was just covering the title, and the words I read almost made me start crying like a little boy again.

Our Favourite Hero, the top of the board read, obviously put together with cut out letter from magazines which gave it a childish charm that made me smile.

"We got assigned this project over the winter break, but we couldn't get much done without you since you were busy with your internship," I looked at Ryo and he fidgeted with his fingers, the exact way I did. I got down on my knees and gently messed with his hair.

"You could have still called me and I would have picked up, monsters," at that, Akira shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest.

"We didn't want to interrupt your training, nii-chan, you're gonna be a hero, right? The greatest one at that, so you needed to focus on that!" Somehow, looking at them right now, I felt so incredibly proud of these two.

"Come here, monsters," I pulled them in a tight hug and they hugged me back without complaining, "I'm gonna be a hero you'll be proud of... I promise."

The twins giggled and nestled further against me, their arms wrapping around my waist. It was a simple moment of warmth and connection, and I cherished it deeply.

“Now that you’ve had your big brother hug,” I said with a soft chuckle, “What’s next on the agenda?”

They had a quick glance exchange before Akira turned to the table to fix some of the mess, “Well, we’ve been working on something special for the project. We wanted to do an interview with you, nii-chan!” At that, Ryo nodded eagerly.

“Yeah! We’re going to ask you questions about being a hero and your experiences. It’s part of our project, and we think it’ll be awesome!” My eyebrows raised, impressed at their decision to make an interview feature.

“An interview, huh? That sounds pretty cool. Alright, where do we start?” I asked as I stood up and went over to their bean bag, dragging it closer to the table.

The twins quickly set up their low chairs at the table too, positioning them so they could face me. Ryo grabbed a notebook and a pen, while Akira shuffled through a stack of neatly organized cards.

“Okay, let’s get started!” Akira announced enthusiastically, making me hold back a chuckle. He picked up one of the cards and cleared his throat dramatically, “First question: What was the most exciting part of the Sports Festival for you?”

I tilted my head as I thought about the Sports Festival. And I got my answer pretty quickly.

“Honestly, the most exciting part was the final match against Katsuki. It was intense, and competing with someone as strong as him made it even more memorable. I pushed myself to do my best, and it felt great to come out on top," I finished with a smile.

Ryo jotted down my answer with a concentrated look, then Akira eagerly flipped to the next card when he received a signal to continue asking, “What about the Shie Hassaikai incident? How did you feel during that battle?”

My smile faded slightly as I remembered the seriousness of the situation. I wasn't expecting them to ask about it so soon, and I couldn't give them the gruesome reality of that mission, so I decided to ease it down a bit, painting the picture a lot brighter than it was.

“That was a tough fight. We were up against some really dangerous villains, and it was challenging," I had to bite my tongue when I remembered Nighteye, "But we saved a little girl, someone who couldn't protect herself, so we had to step in to ensure her safety.”

At that, Akira and Ryo looked at me in awe, before Ryo went back to writing my answer. Akira nodded thoughtfully and then held up another card, “And what about your internship with Endeavour? What was it like working with him?”

Well, of course they would asked me about the number one hero, it was only natural. I chuckled softly at that, and let out content sigh, feeling my mood lighten up again, “Endeavour is a very intense and strict hero, but I learned a lot from him. His dedication to hero work is admirable, and it pushed me to improve my own skills. It was challenging but also incredibly rewarding," I spoke with a proud smile on my face. Yeah, maybe he is a shitty father, but he's a great hero, no one can deny that.

The twins were scribbling furiously, clearly delighted with my answers, Akira repeated my words the best he could while Ryo's hand seemed to move at the speed of light to write as quick as possible, making me chuckle to myself. After that, their questions were more about my classmates, the hardest parts about training to be a hero, and even my thoughts on some of the villains we've fought.

When they finally reached the last question, Akira read through it before looking up at me with a big smile on his face, “If you could give one piece of advice to future heroes, what would it be?”

Oh, well, I wasn't sure I could give advice... No, I can. I took a deep breath and thought for a moment on how to word it, and answered as sincerely as I could.

“My advice would be to never give up, no matter how tough things get," my words came from a place of understanding after facing hardships and overcoming my own limits this winter break, I really understood why heroes gave this type of advice often, "Believe in yourself and your abilities, and always keep striving to be the best hero you can be. It’s the perseverance and dedication that make a true hero," I finished with a smile, something strange swirling in my chest. Something like relief, and longing. It felt nostalgic. Kinda missing who I was before the internship but liking who it had shaped me into.

Ryo beamed with satisfaction and set down his pen, “Thanks, nii-chan! This is going to make our project amazing," they stood up from their chairs and rushed to hug me. I ruffled their hair and placed a kiss on the crown of their heads.

"You did amazing putting this whole thing together, little monsters, I'm proud of you two," they blushed and smiled brightly, "Need help with anything else?"

They looked at each other for a moment, and something similar to realization appeared in their eyes, "Can we get a Katsuki-nii exclusive interview?"

I blinked at them, kinda surprised that they wanted to add Katsuki onto the board, but I couldn't hold back my smile as I pulled out my phone to call Katsuki.

"Let's see, hopefully he's not busy," the call went through and I put it on speaker, placing it on the table as we waited for my boyfriend to pick up, "You know? Maybe he's working out so he might-."

Oh, nevermind.

"Hey, dumbass, what's up?" Katsuki's voice echoed in the room with a soft grunt.

I chuckled and shifted around on the bean bag, crossing my arms while trying to hold back a smirk, "So, Katsuki, I'm with the monsters and they've been working on a project for school," I took a pause to let the words sink in and he hummed, signaling me to continue, "They wanna ask you a few questions, if it's okay with you?"

There was a small pause, where we were able to hear some voices in the background which slowly faded away. Then there was a door opening and closing, followed by the wheels of a chair scraping along the floor.

"Sure, that's good by me, but this better don't take long, brats," looking over at them, I watched them exchanging excited glances and going back to their previous roles. Akira picked up a different stack of cards and did the same as before, dramatically cleared his throat before speaking, and I could hear the faint sound Katsuki holding in his laugh.

"Okay, first question, Katsuki-nii!" Akira said, his voice filled with anticipation, "What’s the most fun thing about training with (M/n)-nii-chan?"

There a moment of silence as the question hung in the air for a moment, and I wondered how Katsuki would respond. Then, with a snort, he answered, "Fun? I don’t know about ‘fun.’ But training with that idiot always gets me fired up. He doesn’t back down from a challenge, and it pushes me to go even harder. We’ve had some crazy sparring matches that’ve probably scared the hell out of the others."

The twins scribbled down his words, their faces lighting up as they processed his response, and I smiled at the handful of times something like that has happened. 

"Next question!" Ryo said eagerly, flipping to the next card. "Has nii-chan ever beaten you in training?"

"Tch," Katsuki scoffed, and I could practically hear the smirk in his voice, "He’s gotten a few hits in, I’ll give him that, but beaten me? He wishes. We’re pretty evenly matched most of the time, but I’m still stronger, if there's a moment he does win, it’s ‘cause I let him. Gotta keep him motivated, y’know?"

I chuckled softly at that, shaking my head. That is so typical of you, Katsuki, never one to admit defeat, even when it's just merely friendly completion or harmless training. Of course, I was gonna let Katsuki have the spotlight and let the twins admire him too.

After chuckling to themselves, they quickly moved on to the next question, Akira's eyes flicking to the card in his hand.

"What’s nii-chan’s most annoying habit during training?" Katsuki scoffed and there was some shifting around, he was probably leaning back on the chair.

"He’s has this stupid habit of overthinking every single thing, like he'll be fighting just fine and then freeze out of nowhere. I understand he wants to do everything perfectly, but his hesitation is gonna bite him in the ass one of these days," I felt myself shrinking on the bean bag, whining quietly.

"Mean... But true," I muttered with a small smile, causing the twins to giggle at my words. Ryo's hand moved on the paper as he wrote Katsuki's answer, while Akira moved on to the next question.

"Alright, Katsuki-nii," he said, a wide grin spreading across his face, "What’s something you admire about nii-chan?"

The line went quiet for a moment, and I could almost feel Katsuki’s hesitation for a couple of seconds, but soon, his voice came through, sounding softer, more genuine, "He’s got a stupid big heart. No matter how tough things get, he’s always looking out for the people around him. It’s annoying sometimes ‘cause it makes him hesitate, but it’s also what makes him a real hero. He’s not just doing this to be the best; he actually gives a damn about people."

That answer hit me harder than I expected, and I found myself swallowing the lump in my throat at the raw sincerity in Katsuki's voice. I will cuddle him all night, I swear...

The twins seemed to sense the shift in tone too, their expressions turning more serious as they wrote down his words.

Ryo was the one to break the brief silence this time, not even looking at the card on Akira's hand, "What’s a funny memory you have with (M/n)-nii-chan?" Katsuki’s laugh was immediate, a short, scoffing sound that made me curious.

"Oh, that’s easy. There was this one time during training when he tried to do this super fancy move he supposedly saw on TV or whatever, and he ended up tripping over his own feet, face-planting right into the ground. The whole class lost it. Of course, he got up like nothing happened, trying to play it cool, but he was about to combust from embarrassment," he cackled for a few seconds, and the twins laughed too, Ryo struggling to write down his answer because of how much his body trembled with laughter. Then Katsuki let out an exaggerated sigh, "We still give him crap about it sometimes."

I couldn’t help but snicker alongside them, even if the memory was a little embarrassing, it was something the whole class turned to whenever they needed a laugh and it was all in good fun, after all.

"And what about your favorite memory with nii-chan?" Akira asked once they’d calmed down, his eyes twinkling with curiosity.

"Probably the time we both got stuck on cleanup duty after a mission went longer than expected. We were both exhausted, but we just started talking about random crap—movies, food, whatever. It was nice, y’know? Just being able to chill and talk without any of the usual competition or training pressure," Katsuki’s voice softened again, his tone more gentle, "Moments like those make you remember why you're training. To maintain that peace everywhere you go."

The twins nodded, their expressions thoughtful as they wrote down his answer. I could tell they were starting to see a different side of Katsuki, the side that wasn’t all explosions and shouting.

Taking the final card from Akira's hand, Ryo asked, "Last question, Katsuki-nii! If you had to pick one hero skill that nii-chan is better at than you, what would it be?"

Katsuki let out a low grunt, clearly reluctant to admit anything.

"He’s better at playing nice with others. Not that it matters in a real fight, but he’s good at getting people to work together. Makes him a solid leader, I guess. Not that I’d... ever admit that to his face," his voice at the end got quiet, and I could tell he was feeling shy, definitely aware that he just blurted that out with me in the room. it made me smile to hear him talk about me like that.

The twins finished writing with satisfied grins, clearly proud of the answers they’d gotten from my boyfriend. I smiled too, feeling a strange warmth in my chest. It wasn’t often that Katsuki opened up like this, even if it was just for the school project of two 9-year-olds.

"Thanks, love," I said, picking up the phone off the table and turning off the speaker, "The twins really appreciate it."

"Yeah, whatever," Katsuki grumbled, but I could hear the faint hint of affection in his voice, "Just don’t let it get to your head, dumbass."

I chuckled softly and he did the same. There was a small silence between us, where we're just able to hear each other's breathing.

"I miss you..." He whispered and a felt a shiver down my spine.

"I miss you two, Katsuki, I'll be back in a few hours, okay?" He grunted and the chair squeaked under his weight as he shifted around.

"I don't know if I can handle raccoon eyes and dunce face bothering me with homework they forgot to do during break," I smiled and held back a laugh, "However, ponytail should be handling them right now, so I'm not too worried-."

There was a knock on his of his door, and I heard him muttering a quiet 'fuck' as Eijiro's voice came through the line, slightly muffled.

"I spoke too soon, gotta go, love you," I didn't even get to respond back because he hung up. I was praying that he wouldn't kill anyone from the Bakusquad while I wasn't there.

I put my phone away, I saw the twins discussing about how to organize the answers.

"You're putting these on the board?" I asked, leaning closer to see what they were doing. There was a drawing of Katsuki with his winter suit on at the very bottom of the page, only his upper half drawn. It was easy to recognize him, especially if you looked at his face, distorted in anger, and there were a few shots of Katsuki on the pictures of me, so anyone would be able to put two and two together and figure out who he was.

Akira laid the cards on the paper and Ryo marked where the answers would be, the title of that section was half covered so I couldn't really see it.

"Yep, it'll go somewhere down here..." Akira mentioned to the bottom right corner for the board, "Is the title okay, nii-chan?"

He moved the papers that were in the way and I shifted closer to them, cranking my neck to the side to read it. 'A Hero's Best Friend', read the top of the paper.

Honestly, I understood why. The monsters didn't want to out our relationship to their class and possibly their whole school, so calling us best friends was cool with me, besides, I like to think we're still each other's best friend while being lovers.

"Want me to help?" They looked at me and nodded enthusiastically, uttering a 'please!' in unison, making me chuckle.

///////

Maybe an hour had passed while I helped the twins finish and fix their project, making sure it was neat and easy to read and follow through.

"Alright, monsters, remember to clean up or mom is gonna get mad," I stood up from the bean bag I had been sitting and headed toward the door.

"On it!"

I walked out the room and stretched my limbs a little bit. I had completely forgotten Aizawa-sensei was here so I wanted to check up on him, just to make sure my mom hadn't roped him into anything...

Where is he? Where is she?

"Mom?" I quietly called, but no response. That's when I heard muffled laughter and clattering of utensils coming from the kitchen. Imagine my surprise when I walked in and I saw Aizawa standing next to my mom in the kitchen. Wearing an apron. Pouring batter on a tray. Baking.

His sleeves were rolled up, his hair tied in a messy bun, with an expression that could only be described as someone who knows nothing about baking, learning how to bake.

I stood there for a moment, taking in the scene of Aizawa-sensei baking with my mom. It was... surreal, to say the least. My no-nonsense, perpetually sleep-deprived teacher, standing in our kitchen, carefully pouring batter into a tray with all the focus of someone on a mission. And my mom, happily chatting away as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

"Mom?" I called again and she turned around to look at me, a wide smile on her face. The inviting smell of baking goodies filling my nose the longer I stood in the kitchen.

"Oh hey, honey! Shota-kun and I were just finishing up some treats. How was the project with the boys?" I tried not to feel strange at the idea of my mother being in first name basis with my teacher, blinking as I stared blankly at her, and focused on the question.

"It went good, they're finished and are cleaning up the mess they made," she chuckled and went back to cleaning the counter, clearly pleased. It did seem like they were almost done with the baking.

"Those two had been so eager to make their project about you, you know? They can't stop talking about you and Katsuki-kun," there was something about hearing my boyfriend's name that always made me smile, not matter the situation.

“Yeah, they were pretty excited to have me help them, and I think they really enjoyed putting it together," I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe.

Aizawa-sensei glanced over at me, a flicker of something almost resembling a smile on his face, “They seem like good kids,” he said simply, his tone as flat as ever, but there was an unmistakable warmth in his words.

“Yeah, they are,” I agreed, feeling a swell of pride in my chest at the thought of my younger brothers, "Though they can be a handful sometimes."

Mom chuckled and went over to the oven, opening it and pulling out the tray. I could see they had been baking brownies, "Well, judging with what I've been told, Shota-kun has his fair share of handfuls too," she said teasingly, nudging Aizawa with her elbow. Then, she turned to me briefly after setting the tray down, her expression softening, "The boys look up to you, (M/n), they said they were gonna follow your footsteps and become heroes."

Hearing those words made me freeze. The warmth of her voice felt like a comforting blanket around me, and my chest tightened, a mix of pride and emotion swelling up inside me.

The thought of Akira and Ryo looking up to me, wanting to follow in my footsteps and become heroes, hit me harder than I expected. For a moment, I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t just their big brother; I was their role model, someone they were striving to be like.

The realization was both humbling and overwhelming.

I could feel a lump forming in my throat, but I swallowed it down, not wanting to get too emotional in front of anyone.

A small, genuine smile tugged at my lips as finally able to find my voice, “They said that?” I asked softly, looking at  my mom, who gave a subtle nod, confirming it. My eyes flickered up to the ceiling, trying to hold in the tears I felt gathering in my eyes, “That’s… that’s really something,” I added, my voice a bit shaky with emotion, but I managed to keep it steady, “I’ll do my best to make sure I’m someone worth looking up to.”

My mom’s smile softened, and I heard her as she walked over to me, and soon feeling her gentle hand on my shoulder, making me look down at her.

“You already are, sweetheart,” she said, her voice full of warmth and confidence.

I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me, and I took a deep breath, letting the moment sink in. I was doing this not just for myself, but for them too, for Akira, for Ryo, and for everyone who believed in me. And I wasn’t going to let them down.

After that, she caressed my face and gently wiped the stray tear that had managed to escape and went back to Aizawa, who had witnessed the whole scene in silence with a subtle smile on his face.

I blinked a few times and wiped my eyes with the back of my hands, hearing my mom and Aizawa talking about the batter and how to prevent it from baking into the paper while in the over.

I still couldn’t quite believe what I was seeing, but at the same time, it felt oddly comforting. Aizawa-sensei, despite his gruff exterior, was clearly capable of moments like this, moments where he let his guard down just enough to bond with someone, even if it was over something as simple as baking.

“Don’t forget to take some of those back with you for Eri,” my mom said as she finished cutting up the brownies and putting a few of them on a plate, “I’m sure she’d love to try them.”

Aizawa nodded, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards ever so slightly, “I’ll make sure she gets them.”

I watched them for a moment longer before pushing off the doorframe.

“I’ll go check on the twins,” I said, excusing myself.

As I walked back down the hall, I couldn’t help but chuckle softly to myself. Who would’ve thought? My mom and Aizawa-sensei, bonding over baking. The world was full of surprises, but this one? This one was definitely one of the better ones.

///////

Forty-five minutes later, Aizawa-sensei and I were making our way back to the car, tupperware filled with brownies and cookies for Eri and the class.

"See you later, nii-chan!" The twins exclaimed and I smiled and waved at them as I got in the car.

"Don't stresss mom too much, monsters!" They giggled but nodded and hugged mom tightly. My parents chuckled and waved back at me.

"Take care!" I nodded at them and closed the door, continuing to wave to them as the car slowly pulled away.

The first few minutes were spent in complete silence and I found myself staring out the window again, watching how the streets became busy with all the people passing by, and I fidgeted with my All Might notebook.

"Your mom's a good cook, I didn't expect to find myself baking brownies and cookies today but... It was nice," Aizawa's voice broke the silence and I glanced over at him, feeling a smile growing on my face, "I talked about Eri and she suggested I learn how to bake for her."

"Yeah, she has a thing for getting close to others," I spoke as I remembered my mom. She's always been like that, kind, friendly and gentle, incredibly out-going too, Akira is just like her, while Ryo and I are more like our dad, the shyness and anxiety is pretty obvious on the three of us, "She definitely wants to visit the dorm just so she could meet everyone in person, " I chuckled thinking of all the times mom had asked me about my classmates, I'm pretty sure she has their names and quirks memorized by now.

"Well, she's allowed to come over whenever she likes," I felt my chest warm at Aizawa's kind words, hearing him say that made me so happy for my mom.

///////

Back at the dorm, I was immediately tackled by Eri. She had only seen me in the morning before I left, so it made sense that we had missed me.

"Hey, Eri," I crouched to her height and hugged her for as long as she allowed me, "Here, we brought some treats for everyone," I handed her the tupperware with cookies and she looked at it bright eyes.

She smiled at me and rushed back to the couches, "Cookies!" She exclaimed and the class gathered around her as she opened the container. The smell of the cookies must've set them off because they were practically diving in to get some.

"Easy there, we have more," Aizawa spoke as he closed the door behind him, we took off our shoes and put on slippers before walking further inside the dorm. We placed the containers on the coffee table and opened them.

I managed to grab a piece of brownie before the piranhas dove in the treats.

Shoji, ever so thoughtful, brought paper plates for everyone, and I grabbed one to take some to Katsuki before they were completely gone. I grabbed brownies and cookies before heading up the stairs.

I knocked on the door to let him know I was coming in before opening it. He looked up from his position on the bed, he was reading manga, re-reading it to be exact. I smiled and closed the door behind as I watched a grin slowly make it's way on his face.

"What's that?" He moved his head toward the plate on my hand and I sat next to him when he scooted over. He looked at the treats on display and reached to grab a brownie, taking a bit, "Damn, your mom is so good at baking," he spoke with his mouth full, and I had to place my hand under his chin so he wouldn't get crumps on his bed, which I knew he would complain about.

"She made them with Aizawa-sensei, which was... Weird," Katsuki stopped mid-bite and snorted, how he didn't choke on his food I don't know.

"Sensei? He baked these? Nuh uh, I don't believe it," he chuckled and continued eating, I could tell he did believe me but was just laughing at the odds of our stoic teacher baking.

[jmdbjk]

#FOR FREE

I see Joon's feet trending under the #FOR FREE tag but excuse me? We got THIS FOR FREE for thirty plus minutes?

I'm still very speechless.

Jimin playing hard to get.

Jimin telling JK needed to go to sleep because he had schedules later that day, basically making sure JK stayed on-task.

Jimin saying he STILL gets scolded by JK.

Jimin shutting down any ideas of a live with JK.

DAMMIT JIMIN YOU WERE LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO DO A LIVE WITH A FEW MONTHS AGO COME ONNNNNNN!?!?!?!

Yes, JK literally has tried to lure Jimin with food, beer, working out, beefcake (flexed his bicep), he's asked coyly, assertively and begged unabashedly. Even Armys tried to convince Jimin.

The comparisons of this to Seven's MV are hilarious... yup, next thing we'll see is JK faking his own death serenading Jimin from his casket.

"Come on Jimin, let me come over, I'll bring my shower stuff and we can do it in the shower... I mean from the shower... or just whatever, pleeeeeeez...."

Knowing Jimin's default is naked while at home and him texting JK a pic? Please can y'all stop sending dick pics to each other while we are watching?

K-Army is saying the tone of voice JK was using, the context, the polite/casual speech they both used was off the charts couply. A lot of us are international Army and all we see are straight up dry translations and can't really understand how important all those things are in communicating in Korean society. It is easy for I-Armys to interpret the dry translations differently than how Koreans interpret them. I depend a lot on what K-Army says and defer to them as to how to interpret Jimin and Jungkook's relationship.

But seriously, even I could tell JK was speaking in satoori when he was chiding Jimin about saying he wasn't in condition to do a live... "we don't worry about that Jimin, we just do it when we feel like it."

Jimin: "you've forgotten what my personality is like"

I can hear Jimin now... "I don't have any makeup on..." Jimin-ssi. Please. Slip off your chelsea boots, leave your hair alone and relax a little. It's not like you've NEVER done a live before with no makeup and bed head.

We have JK on one side being the free-spirit/in-the-moment-go-with-the-mood vibe and Jimin on the other side being rigid and in total control of everything.

I'm still salty because Jimin censored himself during his Face album live when he realized there were young people watching as he was about to explain his concept of looking in the bathroom mirror in the Like Crazy MV.

I see a collision happening with these two mindsets and I think Jimin sees it too hahahahaha! "I'M SCARED OF YOU!" he doesn't know what kind of shenanigans will happen when they are together on a live because we also know Jimin LOVES HIS JK and can't resist climbing all over him when they are together!

Who could resist that:

Jungkook swapped the stud in his newest lip piercing for another lip ring and he re-pierced his right ear and the jewelry is very pretty. The earrings have a very fine chain hanging from the first to the last hoop. Edgy and delicate at the same time.

We have expectations now for his next live. Keep moving those chains JK! Maybe joking about a live while showering is not such a joke after all.... I'm kinda scared too, Jimin.

JK's July 27 live:

I had started a blog post about the July 27 two and a half hour live but NOOOOoooOOOOOooo, JK has moved the line again with the naked-in-the-bed live, so it's almost pointless to blog about the one from the previous day now.

Except I was thrilled when he responded to my ask if he had seen Jimin's Barbie guitar. What a thrill to interact with him in real time... I'm still just... wow ...

But a few things I took away from that two and a half hour live:

JK getting so emotional when he watched and listened to the Army Love Letter song. I broke down in tears as soon as I saw him being overcome.

And the live translating is not automated, its done by real people:

About 15 minutes into this purple 2.5 hour live, someone must have asked about Tae's album because JK says yes, he's heard a few songs and they're good. I am very excited to hear what Tae has created, especially after seeing the music critic say it is something unexpected. Of course, Tae's love for Bing Crosby-ish vibes could be what he's talking about and that wouldn't surprise me if that's the direction Tae goes. Later, someone in the comments asked if Tae would do a Seven dance challenge with him and he said Tae wouldn't do it. Why not Tae? Hmmphf. Fine.

Anyway...

Right before logging out, JK sang Jimin's Dear.Army (Letter) swaying back and forth so sweetly!!!! It was so beautiful. Might be the closest we come to hearing them singing it together. He loves that song.

Tomorrow we get to watch JK's episode of Suchwita and the day after that we will see him on Inkagayo.

All of that and I still think about Jimin and Jungkook had a camera crew with them on that dang boat in Connecticut a few weeks ago... if it was for a Seven TikTok, shouldn't it have been out by now?... so where will we eventually see that? Hmmmmmm???

[littleseasalt]

ok, i worked out fueled by grief over qforever, had breakfast and took a shower so now im more recomposed to be sappy about forever like kia did on her profile despite the fact that i did not sleep at all this night. full text under the cut to not clog the tag and YES I AM GONNA TAG THIS TEXT BECAUSE WE DROVE THE FOREVER BUS I FEEL LIKE WE'RE ALLOWED TO DO THIS IF WE WANT TO 🗣️🗣️

The qsmp is my first direct experience with mcrp and this kind of smp. Previously, my only contact with stuff like this had been dealing with Dream stans on twitter so uh. Not a good light. Before the qsmp i really had a negative view on mcyt and its fans in general (specially when it comes to shipping because i didnt really understood at the time). Then, suddenly on my twitter I saw a commotion about brazilians joining a gringo minecraft series, and that kinda make me go "? interesting", but I didn't really thought much. Then, my uruguayan friend send me the brazilians announcement when it happened, asking me if I knew those streamers.

Now! Fun fact! Unlike 95% of the brazilians in this fandom, these people were, in fact, not my childhood. I knew who Cellbit, Felps and Tazercraft were, of course, they were/are famous as hell. But, at the time they were at the peak of brazilian mcyt, my side of mcyt was the opposite of theirs (I was a rezendeevil fan. long story one day we need to put all the gringos up to brazilian mcyt lore), and previously I had only watched the old guard of brazilian mcyt (venom extreme kind of stuff). FUN FACT! I HAD NO FUCKING IDEA WHO FOREVER WAS! I had literally never heard of that man before and it just seemed so random to me, a random ass guy put along Cellbit, Felps and Tazercraft FEKWGFOIKWRRE

Now, due to them not being my childhood, I didn't really care about the qsmp. Like, oh, cool, brazilians are joining. But that was it to me, I had no interest in watching it at all. Then, the brazilians first day happened while I was sleeping, and my tl was FLOODING with videos about it. I saw fun clips of Cellbit, Felps and Tazercraft and found them funny, but that was it. After that I was just gonna ignore whenever it showed up on my timeline, block tags if necessary.

...And then I started seeing clips of Forever and Philza. And it was the most HILARIOUS stuff I had seen through the week. It was their interactions that made me be ok with the qsmp constantly showing up on my timeline, and it was their interactions that made me be somewhat more okay with mcrp.

So, fast foward a month. By then, I was used to qsmp clips showing up to me and some tweets about it, and then regret arc and guapoduo happened. This made me actually get interested in actively keeping up with the qsmp instead of just waiting for stuff to show up at my timeline. After a few days, I decided I'd hope on a qsmp stream just to see how things are.

This is the fun part: I was meant to be a Cellbit main, considering how it was regret and guapoduo what motivated me to watch a qsmp stream. But when I decided to hop on, Cellbit wasn't streaming but Forever was, and I was like "oh its the philza guy right? yeah im okay watching him" and decided to hop on. I think the first stream of his I watched was the one where he set up the Jaiden stasis chamber at the ordo.

And honestly, at first I tried really hard to keep up with Cellbits pov whenever Cellbit was streaming at the same time as Forever, but it just got harder. I don't know exactly what called me into Forever's pov at the time- maybe it was his relationship with Richas, maybe it was the way Forever was handling rp at the time, which had (and when he's not 100% loreing, still has) a thin layer of meta that just aligned with my current views on mcrp at the time. But Forever ended up being the pov I grew most attached and used to. I'd watch tazercraft during afternoons, sure, and I love them! But the moment Forever would open stream I'd come over running to him. I'd watch Cellbit when Forever wasn't on, but between the two, I'd always pick Forever.

And honestly, as a main Forever pov with a private twitter account and a tumblr lurker at the time BOY it was hard. my man was getting hate for some stupid shit and elections arc is a whole can of worms im not gonna open right now. But I'd never expected to grew so attached to a minecraft pov and to actually keep up with a streamer before- after 2016 I kinda just fell out of keeping up with youtubers/streamers.

And then we have the happy pills arc. This arc CHANGED my brain chemistry. But the pre happy pills arc stream, the one with the clock, I think that's the marking point for me. Because I cried when he wrote the letter to Richas, and let me tell you something, I don't cry easily watching media. The only times I had previously cried were:

Opening up KH3 and hearing dearly beloved for the first time (I had spent MY WHOLE LIFE SINCE 2013 waiting for KH3)

"Unsaid Emily" from Julie and the Phantoms (I have issues with my mom.)

Super Sonic in Sonic 2 movie ( Im a big sonic fan lmao)

So the fact that I cried with that letter SHOCKED ME. Never in a million years I'd have thought I would be crying over minecraft rp. And then in the next day he pulls the rug from underneath out of his viewers feets with the happy pills arc, surprising EVERYONE. The happy pills arc is still my favorite qsmp arc of them all and I hold it very close to my heart.

I think it's kinda funny that I kinda had the same evolution towards rp as Forever did- at the beginning the thought rp was cringe and said he'd only play normal minecraft in the qsmp, and now he delivered us two AMAZING arcs full of rp (I'm never getting over him smiling and crying to richarlystone and the black make up with the bleached hair, what the fuck)

I think I just fried my no sleep brain after writing all this cause Idk what else to write LOL. I appreciate cc!forever a lot for all he has brought to the table in the qsmp, for how he started as "haha funny brazilian man with his antics screaming and being funny obsessed over philza" and ended with one of the most tragic qsmp characters ever. I appreciate cc!forever for changing my view towards mcrp.

And also thank quackity for inviting forever to the qsmp and thank philza for having a urahara skin LMAO things would have gone very different for me if it wasnt for them.

I'll be keeping up with stonkscraft 3, but whenever forever comes back to the qsmp I'll be ready with my arms open to embrace what this man brings to the qsmp <3

also I WAS NOT KIDDING WHEN I SAID MY GRIEF OVER QFOREVER SERVED AS A FUEL FOR MY WORK OUT. i never progressed so much weight before (my leg press is insane wtf) and never did such a well done cardio on a >leg day< before what the actual shit

[yjhariani]

Mud, Puddle, and Dirt

Simon 'Ghost' Riley X GN!Reader

Word Count: 1000± Warnings: Profanity, Ghost being kinda goofy?

A/N: Dedicated to @bubble-dream-inc because this post about CoD men and what car they're driving immediately put this idea into my head because, of course, Ghost would drive a Wrangler. So, might as well take him to an off road track and have a day full of banter with him.

“Hey,” Simon softly called.

Turning to see him, you saw him putting his arm out to hold your shoulder.

“Ready to go?” he asked.

You nodded and smiled at him before looking ahead to the muddy tracks that consisted of a lot of bumps and hills. The 4x4 that you leaned your back against would be on that soon.

It was one of the rare occasions when Simon was going out with you without his mask on. A full day of looking at his face.

To be fair, mostly because the last time you did this, Simon got mud all over his mask.

“I will conquer this fucking track,” you said.

Simon only looked at you for a moment before running his hand up and down your back.

“Remember what the fuck happened last time?” Simon asked.

How could you not?

Last time, you got the car stuck in the mud. It was to a point where Simon had to get out of the car and pushed while you tried to work the gas.

At first, you were actually trying, but feeling that you would need another car to pull your car out of the mud, you stopped trying. Meanwhile, behind you, pushing the car, Simon was covered in splatters of mud.

“Simon, are you even pushing?” you dared asking.

“Are you even driving?” Simon replied.

“I’m driving! Are you pushing?” you replied.

“I’m pushing the shit out of this thing!” Simon stated.

“I doubt that,” you said. “What use are all those muscles if you can’t even push a car?”

“Yeah? You fucking push, then. I’ll drive,” Simon said.

“Sure,” you agreed.

From the mirror, you saw Simon stepping back. You hit the gas again, sending another splatter of mud at him.

Simon only looked at you for a long time. Then, you turned around to see him as if you had done nothing wrong.

“Come here, you fucking twat!” Simon said before rushing towards you.

Laughing, you hopped out of the car and ran off. However, because you had not seen where you were going, you ran uphill and ended up slipping down before falling on Simon’s arm. It was fortunate that he caught you else you would have fallen into a puddle.

However, right away, Simon wrapped his arms around you and smeared the mud that was all over him on you.

“Damn you,” you said. “Now I’m covered in dirt.”

Simon opened his arms, revealing all the mud that was also all over himself.

“I’ll call someone to tow the car,” Simon said.

A moment of silence happened before Simon was trying to blow a lot of air out of his mouth. He also tried to spit out something through his mask.

“I got muck in my mouth,” Simon said.

At the very least, the rest of that day was not so bad. The two of you ended up going on a long drive, covered in mud and all. At the end of the day, when you both returned to the place you were staying the weekend in, you took your time cleaning each other up in the shower.

This time, you were staying at the same place and honestly quite excited for the end of the day.

“Yeah, well, last time we were shit out of luck,” you said.

“Just so we don’t get fucked like last time, how ‘bout I take the first lap?” Simon offered.

“No, Simon, I need this,” you insisted. 

“I’ll backseat drive you, then,” Simon shrugged.

“You can backseat drive me, but I can’t promise I’ll listen,” you smiled.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Simon sighed. “Sure. If we’re both upside down, it’s all your fault, then, yeah?”

“Oh, are you scared I will get us fucked like last time, Simon?” you teased.

“I… there’s a footy match, if you get us fucked like last time, I’ll miss the kick off, love,” Simon replied.

“I thought you brought me here to spend time with me,” you said.

“It won’t take more than two hours,” Simon reasoned.

You only looked at him, displeased.

There was a thin smile forming on Simon’s face as he looked at you.

“Tell you what, if you make a full lap with no trouble, I won’t watch it tonight,” Simon said.

“Deal,” you said.

With that, the two of you hopped onto the naked Jeep. You started driving towards the start line.

“Start slow,” Simon said.

“I know what I’m doing,” you replied.

“Yeah, start slow,” Simon repeated.

Out of spite, you hit the gas. You went straight ahead, passing through rocks and pebbles without feeling anything.

“Jesus,” Simon muttered. “Puddle!”

This time, not wanting to make the same mistake as last time, you treaded lightly. You carefully went around the puddle before climbing up the dirt hill that was standing a few feet ahead of the puddle.

There was a bit of a struggle climbing up the hill. There was a lot of mud splatter left behind you. With a little bit of force and consistency, you finally went over the dirt hill.

“Doin’ well so far, love,” Simon commented, his voice shaken by the rough track you were driving on.

Continuing on the track, you drove ahead, leaving splashes of dirt and mud behind you. The track was getting rougher and so was your driving.

Occasionally, Simon guided you through your drive. He also encouraged you, giving you half compliments. Regardless, it was giving you the support to tackle the roughness of the track; the pebble that was just out of place, the big rock that was only visible when you were too close, the turn that seemed impossible to take.

“What the hell are you doing turning this way? The track went the other way,” Simon questioned after you took a turn.

“What? No, it went this way,” you replied.

“It went that way,” Simon argued, pointing to the direction behind you with his thumb.

“I remember route,” you said with a little bit of hesitation as you looked back through the mirror.

“You don’t,” Simon said.

“You wanna bet?” you asked.

“Do you?” Simon asked back. “If you’re wrong, I’m watching that match.”

As soon as he said that, you had to hit the brake because you were faced with a cliff.

Simon looked at you as you kept your eyes forwards.

“Yeah, I’m watching footy tonight,” Simon stated.

[riddle-me-ri]

Hi! You're like the only page I know that writes One Bad Day Ozzie! So, I have a request!(( I was hoping it could be a smut also 👀)) My prompt is after Oswald takes down the umbrella man, maybe Y/n can help him clean up? Like join him in the staff shower. ((I feel like they have some just incase a drunk throws up on one of the girls ngl))

OH! Also maybe the umbrella man forced Y/N to stay by his side over he over threw Ozzie because he knew it would eat at Oswald. ((Like he threatened Y/n and made out of fear she stayed by umbrella man's side)) But, now that Oswald is back and has control over the lounge again Y/n can how how much she missed and loves him by helping him clean up and relieve some of the tension.

a/n: ahhh okay, okay so actually I’ve been rattling an idea like this in my brain for a minute, especially once I finished reading One Bad Day the first time around, so I’m glad to see someone else on the same wavelength. So…sorry if this got a little longer than you anticipated anon lmao I just wanted to squeeze in some ideas of my own from my intial idea for this concept lmao and also, I usually don’t mind big text, and if it’s a viewing issue for you I completely understand, but if you can, next time please don’t use the biggest text option available, especially if the ask is rather long, it’s just kinda disorienting for me and makes the post longer than it needs to be hehe thanks 💚

Content Warning: explicit sexual content (handjobs/shower sex/piv unprotected sexual intercourse/biting), numerous mentions of blood/gore, subtle hints at physical abuse and attempted sexual assault (by the Umbrella Man)

Word Count: 2.5 k

One Bad Day Penguin x F!Reader - Reunion

Oswald heaved deeply as little droplets of blood dripped from his lips. 

He was still on his knees looming over Umbrella Man's corpse, his throat freshly bit open and blood gushing from the wound. 

Everything was quiet as Oswald regained his bearings.

"O-Ozzie?" 

Until a soft small voice broke him from his violent reverie. 

He looked over his shoulder and saw you standing hesitantly in the doorway of the Champagne Room.

For a moment, he forgot about the dead man on the floor and the combination of his and the deceased man's blood that stained his face and clothes. 

All Oswald saw was you. 

He slowly got up on his feet and smiled at you. 

"Hey, sweetness…" He greeted you with a groan. 

It wasn't until he heard the soft pitter patter of blood fall to the tile floor that he realized what he must look like to you. 

"Ah, shit…h-hang on–" He quickly spun away from your sight and started hastily waddling towards the washroom. 

“Ozzie! I-It’s okay…is-is he?” You walked further into the room and fully took in the scene before you, more importantly the body of the man whose had you in a vice grip for months.

Oswald turned back and saw you staring wearily at the Umbrella Man’s body.

“Yeah…h-he’s dead, sweetheart.”

“So, i-it’s over?” You looked up at him your eyes meeting his icy blue ones. 

He nodded. “It’s over. I’m back.”

As soon as he confirmed that, you took in a shaky breath before falling to your knees. 

A large suffocating weight had just been lifted off your shoulders. The dark looming cloud that hung over you cleared. 

You were exhausted but relieved, you were finally free. 

Oz called out your name in concern before he knelt down beside you. “You all right?” 

Completely ignoring the blood Oswald was coated in, you wrapped your arms around him as you began silently sobbing.

“Y-Yes, I’m all right…more than all right now.” You sniffled into his shoulder. 

Oswald began comfortably rubbing your back. 

He missed this. 

For all the money, notoriety, power, and influence Oswald Cobblepot has obtained, lost, and just got back. 

The Iceberg Lounge, the girls, the drinks, the money…even though it distracted him from his own allies that made it all possible in the first place.

None of it, absolutely none of it held a candle to you. 

The night Umbrella Man beat Oswald nearly to death as he overthrown his empire. To put that much more salt in Oswald’s wounds, when you tried to comfort Oswald, the Umbrella Man grabbed you by your arm and yanked you back to his side. 

He declared you were no longer Oswald’s. You were going to be his from now on…help him run the Iceberg Lounge…or else. 

In present day, Oswald shuddered at the memory, his arms tightening around you, scared if it loosened you would be gone again. 

“I’m so sorry, sweetness…I’m really sorry. You shouldn’t have gone through any of this.” Oz whispsered in your ear. 

You shook your head. “You’re here now, that’s what matters…y-you saved me. You came back.” 

“Of course. It took longer than I’d like, but I was going to come back for you, no matter what.” 

“I knew you would,” you sniffled some more as you reluctantly pulled away to look at him–to make sure he truly was there. 

You gasped softly when you finally took in Oswald’s physical state. 

He was no longer the clean cut crime boss you fell in love with working for him years ago. 

His black hair was greased back. Bandages across his nose, cheek, and chin. Stubble littered all over his chin it’s folds. Then finally the now dried up blood splattered on his face and clothes.

“Oh, Ozzie…” You slowly uncertainly brought your hand up to one of Oswald’s cheeks. 

 He intercepted your hand with his own and squeezed it. 

“Don’t worry, it’s like you said, I’m more than all right now.” He offered you one of his small signature smirks. 

You giggled as you interlaced your fingers with his. 

“Oswald? Oh-” Lili busted open the door to the Champagne Room, frantically scanning the room until she saw you two. 

Her head perked up at the sight of you. “Glad to see you still around.” 

“I’m glad to see you too, Lili.” 

As if on cue, Frieda and the others soon filed in as well. 

“You did it Oswald.” Frieda commented. 

“Not without your help, all of you…thank you. I meant what I said…things will be different.” Oswald stood up, your hand still in his as you also stood up.

Everyone solemnly nodded in agreement. 

You tightened your grip in his hand. “Things will be different, and I’ll hold him to that.” You teased. 

“You better, he’ll listen to you more likely than any of us.” Lili chuckled as she walked over. 

“So what’re we gonna do with who was the Umbrella Man?” She asked gesturing to the corpse. 

“We’ll take care of it.” Frieda said. 

She nodded towards you and Oswald. “You two should get cleaned up…you’re both a mess.”

Sure enough when you looked down you saw some blood had also stained your dress. You couldn’t say you were upset about it. You hated the tight constricting dress that Umbrella Man forced you to wear. 

“Good idea, thank you all, again.” Oswald said before turning towards you. “Lead the way, sweetness…”

~

“When was the last time you had a date with a razor?” You asked teasingly, as you got the water running at a decent temperature. 

There were a few stalls of showers in one of the private floors above the main floors, just a little measure of convenience in case any of the drunken patrons made a mess of any of the girls. 

Lord knows, you’ve had to help a handful of girls switch into a new outfit or help her wash food out of her hair. Thankfully, those clients never returned, but there was always one in every crowd. 

Oz chuckled bemused as he ran his hand through his stubble. “No clue, it was probably when you last shaved me.” 

“Which was…that night…” You answered softly, as you grabbed the hem of your dress and pulled it up over your head.

It had only been months but, every day felt like a month and every week felt like a year. 

Oswald sighed as he dropped the white shirt to the floor.

A part of him just wanted to carry on as if nothing happened, just get cleaned up with you, eat something properly for once, and tomorrow he’d work on gettin everything back to the way it was. Not once looking back on Umbrella Man’s reign.

Deep down though, he knew it wasn’t possible. A large part of him that loves you needed to know what all happened to you…if anything happened. The Umbrella Man’s lack of respect for lives was obvious seeing as how it bled through Gotham’s streets…he didn’t want to dare dream of what Umbrella Man did to you. 

Oswald’s thoughts came to a halt when he saw your bare form. His throat when dry and his heart beat started picking back up again…until he saw the bruises. 

You had bruises all along your arms, thighs, and waist. 

For a brief moment Oswald thought he didn’t let Umbrella Man suffer long enough. 

You could feel Oz staring at the bruises. You sighed as you wrapped your arms around yourself. 

“He was a touchy bastard.” You commented. “Man handled me like a rag doll constantly to wherever he was…”

Oz gulped. “He didn’t-”

“No…not that he didn’t try though, but thankfully something always came up. Some person he was dealing with. Some comotion in the club…something always came up.” 

Oswald couldn’t help but sigh in relief at that. He hated that you got bruised and treated roughly but, he was grateful that was all it was. 

You slid the sliding glass door open with razor in hand. You looked over at Oswald and gestured with your head for him to follow you. 

“As badly as I wanna kiss you right now. I’m not gonna get stabbed by tiny little whiskers.” You joked before making you way under the warm shower stream. 

Oz guffawed, but quickly followed behind. Not only was this stubble starting to irritate him, but he just realized he still hadn’t kiss you yet since returning, and that was a must. 

After rinsing away all the blood from his hands and face, Oz sat along a built in bench that protruded from all three sides of the wall except the wall where the shower head was. 

You immediately got to work slathering his face in shaving cream and then diligently shaving off his stubble.

Oswald would mutter out an occassional question, asking about the Iceberg and how things have been with the performers, waiters, and bartenders. 

On the surface it may seem like he was just trying to catch up to what’s transpired since his absence and where to go from there…to see who all was still around and how much funds was still available. 

When in all actuality, he was distracting himself. Distracting himself not to just go ahead and kiss you despite the last bits of stubble remaining or to keep his eyes from following the multiple trails of water that cascaded down your body from your shoulders down as the spray from the shower hit your back.

What felt like hours for Oswald was only about twenty minutes when you finally pulled the razor back and turned it off with a satisfying smile on your face. 

“Welcome back, Ozzie.”  You said sweetly as you bumped the tip of your nose with his before turning your head slightly and gently pressing your lips to his. 

Oswald’s entire body began heating up hotter than the temperature of the water. He brought his hands up to your face, holding you there, so you wouldn’t disappear again like all those months ago.

You slowly pulled back from his lips, but only for a moment before you brought your lips back to his face. You began kissing his cheek, his jaw, and all along down his neck. 

Your hands gently squeezed his thighs before slowly dragging up to his crotch. 

Oswald’s breathing became labored as he let you do whatever you wanted. He just didn’t want you to stop. 

He chuckled breathlessly, “I take it you missed me?” 

You huffed into the crook of his neck before facing him. One of your hands went up and swiftly grabbed the base of his semi-hard cock. Oswald groaned. 

“I can say the same about you.” You whispered sensually, slowly moving your hand up and down. 

“And I wouldn’t deny it.” He groaned. “I missed you so much, sweetness.”

“I missed you too…” You brought your lips back to his.

You playfully nibbled at his bottom lip before he lowered it a little and granted your tongue entrance. Your grip tightened as your hand sped up, occasionally squeezing the flaring red head of his cock. 

You passionately swirled and sucked on his tongue as your lips stay connected. 

Never minding for a moment that just an hour earlier that same mouth had just ripped open a man’s throat. 

Oswald groaned into your mouth, making your lips vibrate from the sensation. One of his hands slid down to your shoulder and gently pushed you. 

You pulled away from his lips with your eyebrows furrowed at the center. 

Oswald shook his head, denying what you were probably thinking. “I-I need you, sweetheart,” he took a gulp of air. “Please…”

You never stood up faster. 

As you stood up some slick slid down your thighs along with the water that was still running down the top of you both. 

You braced yourself on Oswald’s shoulders as you brought your knees to surround his thighs, straddling him.

Your stomach pressed against his plump one as you positioned his cock directly towards your dripping cunt. 

Oswald grabbed your waist when you began lowering yourself onto him. 

You moaned out his name as he groaned yours when he was fully inside you.

His thick cock stretched you deliciously in the way you craved. 

“S-Shit…” You breathed shakily. 

Oswald could only groan more in agreement as he tried to get used to your walls suffocating his cock. 

He had no idea how he went on for months without you–without this. 

You slowly began riding him, lifting yourself up to where just the tip was still inside before dropping back down. 

Oswald’s thick fingers anchored into the skin of your waist, as you gradually picked up the pace. 

Your arms wrapped around his neck as he leaned forward. At first you thought he was going in for another kiss–

“O-Ozzie…” You moaned softly as he started licking some of the water off your chest. His tongue swirled around one of your nipples before he began sucking it vigorously. 

The sensation caused your head to tilt back, granting him more access to your skin. 

The shower stall was a cacophany of running shower water and the tell-tale sound of skin slapping against skin. Only highlighted by your high-pitched moans and Oswald’s gravelly growls. 

As if to compete with the marks Umbrella Man left, Oswald littered your skin with bite marks. 

Every time he bit into your skin it made you tightened around his dick and bounced faster. 

You began to feel those small tingles along your arms and legs. Your thighs tightened around his lap as your walls clamped around his cock with a vice grip. 

Oswald was panting in your ear, ocassionally growling which made you whimper. 

He brought one of his hands up from around your waist and trailed it down to where the two of you met. 

You gasped. “Oz!” 

Oswald began rubbing small circles around your clit, changing from clockwise and counter-clockwise periodically. 

The pit of your stomach started tightening, every limb in your body started tensed up just waiting to be relieved. 

Just before you finally went over the precipice, Oswald turned his head into the crook of your neck and shoulder. He sweetly kissed the skin there before biting down, slightly harder than the others. 

Like the end of a fuse to a stick of dynamite–your body was instantly lit aflame. 

Strong strings of electricity volted through every nerve of yoru being. Your body shuddered as you came on his cock. 

You moaned into Oswald’s shoulder as you felt him pump his cum into you, concluding his own climax not long after yours. 

The water has since gone cold, which was comforting at first but got chilly soon after the post-orgasmic bliss subsided. 

Oswald still sat on the bench catching his breath as he watched you turn the water off. 

You walked out of the shower and grabbed two towels you set aside and tossed on to Oswald. 

When he stood up to begin drying off, you leaned down and kissed the top of his head. 

“How’s that for a reunion?” You grinned down at him with a wink. 

All Oswald could do was laugh.