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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 6 months ago

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can you see the stars in your dreams (and do they have a lot to say about me) - Part 8

Or: a secret Admirer AU

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“I can’t believe you let me fall asleep!” Chrissy complains, crowding into Steve’s space to desperately try to fix her hair in the mirror.

Steve snorts, unbelievably fond at the way her bangs are going every direction but down. “What am I, your mother?” he asks, fixing his own hair by standing on his tippy toes and looking over her head.

“No, but she will be killing me for this!” Chrissy cries, finally giving up on finger-combing her bangs to dunk the strands into the sink and get them wet. “Thanks for reminding me!”

“You’re bitchy in the morning,” he mutters, grimacing when she pulls her head out of the sink abruptly enough that water droplets fling from her head and onto his shirt. “Now, hurry up, we’re already late.”

She flips him off, ignoring him entirely to continue fixing her hair.

They’re both late; Chrissy doesn’t let him forget it for the rest of the day, as if it’s his fault.

“I remember when I thought you were nice,” Steve mutters, laughing helplessly when she elbows him in the side.

“You love it,” she says, smiling as they sit across from each other in their usual spot in the library, feet settling together beneath the table.

The thing is, he does. He’s always liked Chrissy, even back when she was all sunshine and rainbows, but even more so now that there’s some grit to her.

“Shut up.”

Chrissy beams, all sunshine again as she plunks her stack of books onto the table and shuffles her letter-drafting notebook to the top. Only once she’s opened to a blank page does she bite her lip, looking up at Steve through her lashes.

“Are you sure you want to keep doing this?” she asks, voice hesitant.

“What do you mean?”

She breaks eye contact, fiddling with her pen anxiously. “I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

Steve doesn’t tell her that he already is, that a part of him, the small, squirming part he keeps hidden in his heart, wishes he’d never done this. That watching Eddie kiss Chrissy’s hand and knowing without being told that she’s the kind of girl Eddie might want had broken something inside him. That Steve knows he could never be Eddie’s choice, and knowing that burns.

But, since the flirting started, Steve hasn’t written a word, and that’s worse, somehow. He only has the one tether to Eddie, and he wants to keep it, even if it’s through Chrissy’s handwriting, and Chrissy’s words, and Chrissy’s face.

He just wants.

Instead of saying all that, he reaches out, putting his hand gently on Chrissy’s hand and replies, “I’m sure,” even as the fluttering of his heart makes a liar of him.

Chrissy’s still biting her lip, not looking reassured at all. Steve’s gut churns with worry. ”Are you, though? You didn’t sign up for this, and if you don’t want to do it anymore, that’s okay.”

She smiles, her bottom lip blanched white from her teeth, as she replies, “We’re in this together, right?”

Even with the smile, she still looks worried, but Chissy puts her pen to paper and dutifully writes out the words Steve speaks, editing and revising each thought until it’s something someone might want to hear.

They keep their voices quiet because there are more people sitting in the library than usual today: a big group working on a project, a couple of freshman scowling down at what looks like a Geometry textbook, and closest of all, a girl he recognizes as a band nerd, flipping through a magazine too fast to really be reading it.

It doesn’t take them long—they’ve done this enough times that it’s become almost an art form. Chrissy pushes the completed letter across the table for his final review before it’s signed and sealed.

“It’s good,” Steve says, pushing the letter back across to her to be dropped off in Eddie’s locker.

His heart aches; Steve wants to slap himself.

Instead, he parts ways with Chrissy at their cars, Jeff already waiting beside hers to be driven home, and goes back to his house, bereft of the noise Chrissy had brought only that morning.

***

Eddie had worried when there wasn’t another letter after he’d started talking to Chrissy. Did she not like him anymore? Was she done writing them entirely now that she can talk to him face to face?

He worries incessantly for days about it, even as Chrissy keeps saying hi to him in the halls, keeps smiling back when they catch eyes across the cafeteria, keeps being her usual, friendly self.

It’s just, the letters are different. They’re more raw, somehow, more real. And, no matter how this thing goes with Chrissy, if they stop coming, he’ll miss them.

So, it’s a relief when he opens his locker the Monday after Chrissy’s eventful Hellfire induction to find a letter. He can’t wait to read it, the anticipation has built up over too many days of not receiving any. So, he rushes to the same, familiar bathroom and opens it in the stall he’s starting to think of as his.

Eddie —

How did your show go? I bet you’ve got a couple groupies already, you’ve already got the look for it. Did you figure out the riff for the song you were working on?

I tried playing the piano again, and I’m a little rusty, but it’s like riding a bike, you know? (Do you know how to ride a bike?) It’s nice, playing music, even if it’s all songs someone else has written, and they’re still not coming out right.

I’m sorry it’s been so long since my last letter. I just didn’t know what to say. You’re so patient, and nice, and I got caught up in my head you know? But I missed you.

I slept with your letter beneath my pillow last night, hoping for dreams of you.

Yours, Always

Your Secret Admirer

P.S. I haven’t read it, but maybe I will. Just to keep with the theme, put this letter in The Lord of the Rings.

He devours the words, slumping onto the toilet seat the longer he reads. It’s perfect—just what he was missing. He reads it once, twice, thrice, the same way he had when he’d received the first two, disbelieving that such lovely words were meant for him.

Eddie skips his second period, first already long gone by the time he’d trundled into the school’s parking lot, and pens a response, then and there.

He goes to the library immediately, nervous that if he doesn’t drop it off right away, she’ll assume Eddie isn’t going to write back at all.

He waffles over which book to put it in before finally tucking it into The Fellowship of the ring–it’s the first in the trilogy, and Chrissy’s probably too cool to even know it’s a trilogy.

There’s no response in his locker before Hellfire on Thursday, but that’s okay because true to her word, Chrissy shows up again. She’s smiling as she bounces through the doorway, all springy curls and happy cheer.

“Hi!” Chrissy says, waving as she beams her blinding smile around the room, all that cheerleader enthusiasm on display.

Doug looks struck dumb, staring at her with his mouth open. Gareth’s gaze is darting back and forth from the door to Eddie, eyes growing wider and wider with each pass. Only Jeff smiles and waves back.

“I hope we’re not intruding,” Chrissy says, elbowing Harrington in the side until he finally looks up and gives his own half-hearted wave.

Because Harrington is slumped in the doorway behind her, looking like he’s trying to hide the entire bulk of his body behind Chrissy’s petite frame.

“Uh, hey,” he says, ears strangely pink as his eyes dart around the room.

He never looks Eddie’s way at all.

“Hey, man,” Jeff replies, the only person aside from Chrissy that is currently functioning.

“Steve, can come, right?” Chrissy asks, like he’s not already in the doorway behind her.

Eddie’s gut sinks then swoops. Harrington’s a jock—what will he do locked in a room with a bunch of nerds? But, the chipped nail polish.

Eddie’s mind is full of screaming, thoughts flip flopping over each other as he tries to articulate all the things wrong with Harrington coming to Hellfire, but all that comes out of his mouth is a chipper, “sure!”

Chrissy’s smile grows teeth—is she going to bite him?

Eddie resists the urge to take a step back.

Jeff pulls out the vacant seat beside him, still looking cool as a cucumber while the rest of them scramble. “Come sit down.”

And that’s how he finds himself with a jock in Hellfire. Should they call an exterminator?

It’s Chrissy who takes the seat beside Jeff which leaves the only other empty chair next to Eddie’s throne. Eddie glares at Gareth, gesturing wildly for his friend to move up a seat, but Gareth’s too busy staring at Harrington like he’s a cobra about to strike.

Harrington is looking at the only empty seat with the exact same expression.

“Steve,” Chrissy hisses, and Harrington jumps. “Go sit down.

The pink on his ears travels down to his cheeks—it’s unfair, really, how pretty and even his blush is. When Eddie blushes, he blotches bright red from forehead to chest.

Steve’s embarrassment suits him.

Eddie waits until he’s seated before clapping loud enough that everyone startles as they turn to him. “Now!” he starts in the grand voice he uses when he’s performing his Dungeon Master duties. “Are you two playing?”

“No,” Harrington rushes out, the pink of his blush deepening to a red as he finally meets Eddie’s eyes. “I mean, Chrissy said she just watched last time?”

“We didn’t want to slow you down,” Chrissy cuts in.

Eddie nods, looking between the couple as awkwardness stews in the stilted silence.

“Alright,” he replies. “Gird your loins, lords and lady.”

Knowing a cue when they hear one, the Hellfire boys scramble to pull out character sheets and dice.

And they’re off!

It takes a minute to fall into the familiar minutiae of telling a story with not one but two interlopers, but Eddie manages it. This is where he thrives: a captive audience and all the power to fuck with them in the palm of his hand.

He only stumbles once, words jumbling together when he looks up and catches Harrington staring at him, eyes wide, cheeks still flushed from his earlier embarrassment as he bites his lip, ass literally on the edge of his seat as Eddie cobbles together the climactic finish to their latest encounter.

Harrington looks away quickly, but Eddie knows what he saw: Harrington is into this nerd shit. He’d tease him if he wasn’t worried that it would end in a swirlie.

Still, Eddie can feel his head puffing up like an overfilled balloon. He’s on the top of his game, painting grand adventures with grander words, all gestures and enthusiasm. He feels electric, the way he always does when there’s a new sheep in his flock to impress. His skin’s almost buzzing with it.

After all, even if his audience member is a jock, Eddie’s always been great at putting on a show.

Neither of the interlopers say anything until they’re busy packing up. Eddie lounges back in his throne, watching Chrissy help Jeff with his dice. She’s smiling up at him, clearly just as interested in their nerd shit as Harrington.

Eddie turns his eyes back to Harrington to see how he’s taking his girl talking to a guy that isn’t him only to find Harrington staring at him again. When Eddie meets his eyes, he ducks his head, cheeks tinting that familiar pink.

Is Steve Harrington fucking awkward?

“You’re good at that,” Harrington says quietly.

Eddie hums, confused. He’s shuffling his papers back together, not looking down at what he’s doing. What’s happening in front of him is far more interesting.

“At what, big boy?”

“Uh,” Harrington starts, darting his eyes back up to Eddie’s for a second before looking back down at his fiddling hands. “Telling a story.”

Eddie smiles, something warm and amorphous filling his stomach. “Thanks,” he says, lightly kicking Harrington’s ankle.

Harrington twitches, lets out a quick, “mmhmm,” and then turns away from Eddie to go find his girlfriend, dismissing Eddie without another word.

“Ready to go, babe?” Steve asks, settling his arm around her waist and damn-near frog marching her out of the room.

“Bye, Jeff! Bye, Eddie!” Chrissy calls, still cheerful even as her boyfriend controls her every move. Maybe she’s used to it—first Carver and now Harrington. “See you next week?”

Neither of them wait for a reply.

The silence is stifling in their wake. Only Jeff seems unbothered as he stuffs all of his supplies into his backpack. Doug hasn’t even touched his dice.

“What the hell was that?” Gareth asks, whipping around to Eddie.

“How the hell should I know?”

Jeff snorts. “You invited them,” he says.

“I invited Chrissy,” Eddie whines. “She invited Harrington.”

That catches Jeff’s attention. He glares at Eddie like he’s the one that had invaded their sacred space. “You’re not this stupid,” he says, swinging his backpack onto his back and striding toward the door. “I’ve got a ride home, don’t wait for me.”

“What does that mean?” Eddie demands.

The only answer is the door swinging shut.

***

Once he’s walked Chrissy to her car and watched her pull out of the parking lot safe from Carver’s creepy hands, Steve collapses into his own car. He presses his face into the steering wheel and groans, long and loud, assured in his safe isolation.

When the passenger door opens, he jumps, neck cracking with the speed at which he turns his head, ready to fight off the trespasser.

“Oh, it’s you,” Steve says, dropping his head back to the steering wheel.

“He knows,” Jeff says, voice serious enough that Steve raises his head back up immediately, heartbeat ratcheting up.

It takes a second for the words to connect, and when they do, his heartbeat quickens further, sweat pooling on the back of his neck, hands clenched hard enough on the steering wheel to hurt as fight or flight hits him.

“What?” he asks, the word cracking around his suddenly parched throat.

“Shit,” Jeff mutters, reaching out to pat Steve’s shoulder. “Not about you!”

Steve’s shoulders slump, breath shuddering out of him as Jeff continues to pat his shoulder, too awkward to be all that comforting. “Then, what—”

“He knows Chrissy is putting the notes in his locker.”

Steve sighs, slumping into his seat, uncaring of the way it crushes Jeff’s hand against the backrest. “Yeah, we figured,” he says, suddenly exhausted. “Do you know how?”

Jeff’s biting his lip when Steve looks his way. “He didn’t tell me,” he mutters. “But I know my best friend.”

It’s Steve’s turn to reach across the car and clasp Jeff’s shoulder. “I’m sure he has a reason for not telling you,” Steve replies, trying to smile past all that exhaustion.

Jeff snorts. “A stupid one, maybe.”

Steve hums, squeezing once more before dropping his hold on Jeff, suddenly realizing how stupid they must look, leaning toward each other, hands on each other’s shoulders like they’re having some sort of bro moment.

Steve turns back to the front of his car, cranks the engine, and smiles across at Jeff as the other boy takes the hint and drops his own hold. “Want a ride home?”

Instead of answering, Jeff puts on his seatbelt.

Jeff’s house is surprisingly close to Steve’s own. It’s a bit smaller than his, but there’s already a car in the driveway, and the shadows of silhouettes moving behind the pulled curtains, warm yellow light filtering through the fabric and onto the street.

Steve wishes he could go in with a fierce sort of longing that surprises him.

Jeff’s already got his seatbelt off and the passenger door open when he sighs, turning back around and settling back in his seat.

“You should come next week,” he says, all earnest in that way that seems to come so naturally to him and must have gotten him eaten alive in middle school.

“You can’t be serious,” Steve replies. There’s a tension headache growing, exasperated by the incredulous scrunching of his eyebrows. “That was a disaster.”

“Aw, it wasn’t that bad,” Jeff says, but he’s grinning like he’s remembering something funny. Steve’s got a few guesses what.

“Yeah, right.”

“I’m serious, man.” Jeff clasps his shoulder again—maybe that’s just something he does?

Steve scoffs, the roll of his eyes making his head pound. He opens his mouth to retort, something about Eddie’s reaction to Steve sitting beside him, but Jeff beats him to the punch.

“I know Eddie. And that in there?” He points back the way they’d come, like if Steve just strains his eyes, he’ll be able to catch sight of Eddie’s stupid fancy chair, and the stupid musty drama room, and the stupid look on Eddie’s face. “—is him interested.”

Steve closes his mouth, swallowing all the spit in his mouth, hoping it’s not audible to Jeff no matter how quiet the car is. “In me?” he asks, voice cracking embarrassingly.

Jeff doesn’t break eye contact, but his mouth twists uncomfortably. “Like you’re interested in him?” Jeff asks, continuing before Steve can reply. “I don’t know, man.”

Steve droops, the hope blooming in his chest curdling and sinking down into his stomach like old milk. He wants, desperately, to go home, turn out all the lights, and curl up alone in his bed to sleep away the rest of the day. But, Jeff’s still in his car, so he clenches the wheel between his fingers and says, “okay.”

“But, he doesn’t get you,” Jeff continues, voice gentling further. “And that intrigues him.”

Jeff’s still smiling like that should be some sort of boon to Steve’s ego, but it’s not. It lands like a brick. No one ever gets him, and whether he intrigues them or not, it always ends the same: him, alone in his big, empty house, waiting for a phone call that will never come, a doorbell that will never ring, a window that will never be snuck through.

He’d been through it before, with Donna in sixth grade, Nancy in tenth, hell, even Carol and Tommy for more years than he can count.

Intrigue has never gotten him anywhere. But, Jeff’s smiling, small and real, so Steve replies, “thanks, man,” smiling back until the other boy gets out of the car and he can safely drive away.

He’s got a dark house and a chilled bed waiting for him.

For the first time since this whole thing started, Steve writes the first draft of one of his secret admirer letters alone.

PART 9

#koko's steddie secret admirer au #steddie #my fic

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hazzabeeforlou · 1 month ago

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Hey everyone; this post has been a long time coming. Most of you know I’ve been a ghost on here for a while, but recently I’ve felt the need to make my step back more official and give it a little closure. That of course led me down the rabbit hole of thinking over the past nine years of my life, and I realized yet again the impact this fandom, these boys, and this space has had on me, and I wanted to memorialize that.

Nearly nine years ago I suffered a traumatic physical emergency which stuttered my whole life course, and through the depressive year that followed I somehow stumbled upon Harry Styles. I had a normal tumblr back then, but by spring and summer of 2017 I had fallen down the Larry hole and become this. Alone and dealing with trauma and pain, I spent countless hours in this community writing fan fic, discovering my sexuality, unpacking religious trauma, working through issues and ideas I had never encountered and just… changing. I went back and looked at a couple of my fics recently, and I realized I never really wrote about “the boys;” I used the boys to write about me. That’s the gift that fandom gives you, a template to draw out any poison in your soul, bind it to paper, and sip it slowly with others, and as it’s shared it transmutes to a tonic that heals you, maybe also heals them, somehow. I don’t really know how to tell people that the biggest force for change and recovery in my life over the past decade was a boyband fandom where everyone believes Harry Styles is married to Louis Tomlinson, but it’s true.

You all healed me. Every comment left on my fics, every kind ask sent, every mutual squealing with me in the tags. I’ve loved you all, I miss you all. I wish I had the time and energy to stay engaged still; truth is, I’ve pivoted to the career I never thought I’d get to have, and I have it now, because of you. I wouldn’t be where I am today without this space, without you all. I’m so thankful. I’m so sad to see this era of my life fading away, to feel myself care less and less with that excited, lovely gut feeling whenever a new picture of the boys pops up. I don’t know if I’ll write Larry fic again, but I hope so, someday. One thing is for sure, I’ll never stop believing they were or are in love. That is a formative revelation that changed how I saw life for the better.

I’ll not stop writing, either. I’m going to publish PITS, someday, in some iteration. I’m writing my own stories now, things I’ve wanted to imagine since high school. I’m still excited about the boys’ music, and I can’t wait for new albums to drop. I might pop in from time to time to watch the frantic excitement of my dashboard, to see the names of old friends from what now seems like a past life. Sometimes it hurts to turn the page and admit an era is over, but I think I’ve known for a long time now that my part of the story here is at an end. I hope you all keep enjoying the magic, the fun, the friendship, the Big Bang’s, the drama. And I’m not disappearing altogether, I’ll check in from time to time.

No need to reblog this or anything, but I want to hug and thank @twopoppies @metal-eye @chotime @whiteknightonasteed @evilovesyou @reminiscingintherain @roseandbee @unicornamy @uhoh-but-yeah-alright @indiaalphawhiskey @iamasphodelknox @old1ddude @pop-punklouis @phdmama @pfromb @ahotknife @strangenewfriends @definegirlfriends @freddiesmyqueen @golddustdyke @genuinemusic @justalittlelouislove @knightchanges @kindofsharethat @kingsofeverything @louisandthedagger @lululawrence @cathuniverse @cuethetommo @crinkle-eyed-boo @bulletprooflarry @becomeawendybird @briannamarguerite @nottooldforthisship @maleksrami @mediawhorefics @always-aqua @haztobegood @thewhitecitrus

I’m sure I’ve left off many more changed urls and lovely friends.

Wishing you all the best of life, love, and springtime.

Always,

Toni <3

#mine #update

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vinylmango · 8 months ago

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On our own terms

Nicholas Alexander Chavez x famous!black!reader

Description: (y/n) is booked and busy, meanwhile fans and gossip pages alike are desperate for any information…or a continuation of part one.

Warnings: none

Part one TWO three four five

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nicholasalexanderchavez posted on their story!

(Y/n) posted on their story!

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nicholasalexanderchavez hello New York 😮🤯🤩

user1 so deserved

user2 it’s such a flex that I can say I’ve been a fan since he was first on GH and none of you other fans can say that

> user3 i can say that

> user4 same…you aren’t that special

> user2 why can’t you just let me have this 😭

celebwatch that’s definitely (y/n)

> user5 she’s not even in that part of New York today. Her show is uptown.

nicholasgalitzine it’s the size of his ego 🥺

> nicholasalexanderchavez aww you’ve got jokes 🥺

> (y/n) i literally saw you on one that was bigger than that

> mrsgalitzine lol not (y/n) swooping in and eating you up

(y/n)andnicholas I’m keeping my page whether the rumors are true or not. Maybe I can manifest this relationship

> user6 where’s the relationship probability girl from tiktok when you need her

user7 where’s that delulu account lexiloo6? Kinda miss them lowkey

> lexiloo6 don’t worry I’m here and I’m just getting started😃 you thought there’d be a post he made without me commenting on it?

> user2 I respect your dedication

user8 every day I thank my grandmother for telling me to shut up and watch GH with her 🙂‍↕️

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celebritiesexposed Actress/model (y/n) and her new mystery man were seen outside of an NYC restaurant last night. (Y/n) will be walking in multiple shows this NYFW. This comes just a couple of weeks after she revealed via her Instagram that she is in a relationship. Fans have begun speculating as to who could be with her. The running theory is actor Nicholas Chavez as both were recently in Italy at the same time. However, Nicholas Chavez has also revealed that he is in a relationship. Special thanks to our eagle-eyes fans! Keep sending in more spottings and pics. Leave your guess in the comments below of who you think the beautiful model is dating!

ilovenickchavez ooo they are not beating the allegations

celebriteagossip interesting…👀

user1 🍝🦞

> user2 LMAOOO

user2 good for her. they’d be really cute together

nicchavezismine it’s so obviously not (y/n). You guys are seriously grasping at straws. There’s no way he’d lower his standards that much

> (y/n)ismother I’m sure you would know about lowering standards since that’s the only way someone would ever take you out

> user3 🤭🤭💀

> user4 silent or silenced 💀

goddess(y/n) I hope this is real. He’s so much better than the other people (y/n) has dated in the past.

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(Y/n)fashion New pics of (y/n) from her first two shows at this year’s NYFW. She’s absolutely killing it 😍

user1 OMG SHE LIKED

user2 the things I would do if I looked like that

(Y/n) Thank you 😊🫶 I had so much fun

> (y/n)fashion OMG HIIII

(Y/n)loml literally almost forgot how to breathe

> liked by (y/n)

(Y/n)loml someone call an ambulance and it’s for me

(y/n)loml what’s it like to wake up and just be perfect?

user3 she’s booked and busy fr as she should be 💁‍♀️✨

user4 the fact that this is both the year of (y/n) and the year of Nicholas Chavez cannot be a coincidence. Thank you universe 🧎‍♀️‍➡️

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anon_gossip After walking in two shows today, (y/n) was seen out and about in New York tonight with her mystery man. Both pics were snapped in different locations by two separate fans. Keep looking out guys! Can’t wait to see what else you’ll submit 🤭

user1 that definitely has to be Nicholas Chavez because who else could it be??

user2 where’s the body analysis guy from tiktok when you need him. Is the guy in the pics the same height?

user3 Nicholas is way broader than that guy in the pics. No way it’s him.

user4 idk maybe he didn’t get a pump in today?

> user5 I think it looks like him. The guy in the pics is muscular too

user6 (y/n) pleaseeeee can’t you speak on this yet?

> itswes lol

> user6 omg not (y/n)’s brother in the comments

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marvelobsessed134 · 12 days ago

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You showed me

A/n: I watched Companion and got inspired. Also I fucking lost my first draft so now I have to rewrite this whole thing. And it’s a different idea than my original one so if I have the energy to also write that one then I will. But this is different because I’d get bored rewriting the same story.

Pairings: Dark!CEO!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, controlling!bucky, plot twist (if you haven’t seen the movie), attempt to runaway, loss of autonomy, dumbification, dubious consent, mid smut ngl.

Your heels clicked softly against the tile in the grocery store, pushing your cart along as you listened to the bland corporate pop music playing over the speakers.

You made your way to the produce aisle, eyeing the peaches and picking one up to sniff it. Across the way you could see an extremely handsome man, with dark brown hair and steel blue eyes. He had quite the stubble, too. He caught your eye and smiled, walking closer to you.

“Hi, I’m James but everyone calls me Bucky.” He introduced himself.

You chuckled softly, “I’m Y/n.”

The two of you stood there, smiling at each other.

“Y/n, wake up.” Your eyes fluttered awake at the sound of your lovers’ voice. You sat up in bed, looking over at him as he was already getting ready for the day. Buttoning up his shirt and buckling his slacks.

The brunette crawled onto the bed to press a kiss to your lips, “Good morning, doll.”

“Good morning. Where are you headed off to today?”

“Just a couple things I have to take care of at the office. It’ll just be a couple hours. Then…we have the whole night….to ourselves.” Bucky pawed at your nightgown and you giggled, a wave of arousal coming over you. He kissed you once again before getting back to dressing up.

You got out of bed and got dressed as well. Putting on a pink dress you know Bucky loves. Then you did your hair and makeup before heading into the kitchen to make him a quick breakfast.

Awhile later, your boyfriend stepped into the kitchen, giving you a kiss on the cheek as he grabbed the pieces of toast you prepared him.

“I’ll see you later, doll. Try to get some cleaning done when I’m gone, yeah?”

You nodded and bid him farewell as he walked out the door of your luxurious penthouse. Well, his luxurious penthouse.

Throughout the day you began cleaning. Starting in the kitchen then working your way to the bedroom. As you were organizing the walk-in closet, you noticed a small handbook. Furrowing your brows, you picked it up.

The front said Empathix Robotics. There was a picture of a beautiful woman smiling wide. You opened the book which had you landing on the page with a little background on the company.

Their line of business was making companion robots for people who want the perfect partner. Why would Bucky have this?

Flipping through more pages you read about the “Care guide for your new companion.” mentioning things like how to clean them, what not to do, how to shut them down if needed, how to reset them. And then…the voice commands.

The one that stood out to you the most, was how to wake them up and put them to sleep.

It reminded you a lot of how the first thing you’d hear in the morning was “Y/n, wake up.” And the last thing you’d hear at night was, “Y/n, go to sleep.”

All of this was eerily similar to your own life…but this can’t be true, right? You’re not a robot. You have feelings. You feel pain, you cry, you can eat. But now that you think about it, you’ve never gained any weight, never felt truly hungry. It didnt take you long to come up with the realization that you were, in fact, a made to order robot for your boyfriend. But it still confused you because you have memories as well. Memories of being a child, summer jobs, meeting Bucky…you had to bring this up to him when he came home.

And so, after hours of waiting, you sat on the couch as Bucky walked in with a smile. “Hey, doll!” He exclaimed. His smile dropped when he noticed your expression.

“What’s wrong, Y/n?”

You held up the handbook, “James…what the hell is this?”

“Oh doll…” The CEO sighed, sitting on the coffee table across from you as he ran a hand through his hair. “I didn’t think I’d have to break this to you…”

“Break what to me, Bucky?” You asked, though you had a pretty good clue.

“You know, I’ve been with a bunch of different women over the years…none of them were right for me. They never gave me what I needed. I needed a sweet girl who wouldn’t talk back to me, someone who wouldn’t second guess everything I did…”

You processed the information, your heart rate picking up as he continued, “So when a buddy of mine told me about how I could get the perfect girl…I couldn’t resist. Really, I couldn’t. And…fuck…when you got delivered-“

“Delivered? You had me shipped to your fucking house?”

“Doll, calm down.”

“No! Fuck, you don’t even have to say it I know I’m an AI robot you bought for yourself!” You yelled as you got up off the couch, grabbing your purse. Bucky stood up, “Where do you think you’re going, doll?”

“That’s, what you want in a woman! You want a doll, right? Sweet gentle submissive thing that can’t fight back and goes along with everything you say, right?”

His expression hardened. You grabbed your purse and attempted to escape the penthouse, but he blocked the door. You quickly ran down the hall to the office where you knew he kept one useful thing.

A gun.

Quickly, after making sure it was loaded, you ran down the hall as Bucky was stalking towards you. He paused as he spotted the gun in your hands.

“Doll, Y/n, put the gun down please.”

You didn’t respond, didn’t move. Tears fell down your cheeks. “Why do I have memories? Why do I remember meeting you? Why can I feel emotions?”

“It’s all part of your programming. Those memories…are fake, Y/n.” You narrowed your eyes at him and began to slowly push the trigger down.

Your boyfriend-owner-pulled out his phone which made you tilt your head in confusion, until your mind suddenly felt…empty. Bucky let out a sigh in relief.

He turned your intelligence down to 0%.

“Y/n, I want you to come over here and give the gun to me, okay?” He asked sweetly. You made your way over to him, setting the gun in his hand. The brunette put it back in its place in the office before carrying you into the bedroom, placing you on the bed.

“I didn’t wanna do this but…maybe I made you too smart too fast. You’re gonna be a little dumb for awhile okay?” The man took your jaw in between his fingers, squeezing your cheeks and nodding your head.

You had no thoughts as he began to strip in front of you. His chiseled abs on full display. Bucky pressed his lips to yours in a forceful, passionate kiss before unzipping your dress, pulling off with ease.

You laid there as he stripped you of your clothes and underwear. You could feel the arousal between your legs. No matter what, Bucky always made you horny.

Usually he would make sure you got to cum first. But instead, he shoved himself inside of your tight hole. Gripping your hips as the man thrusted inside of you, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“See? This…this is perfect. This is why I bought you, doll.” Tears formed in your eyes, but you also couldn’t help but moan. It was so, so wrong to get turned on at a time like this. Even more wrong when you knew he had complete control over you.

“Jesus Christ…always so tight…fuck, doll!” Bucky gripped your left breast as he jackhammered into you, hitting your g spot over and over again. Or was it all programming? You couldn’t tell and you couldn’t care as endless pleasure flowed through your body. You clenched around his cock as you came with a loud gasp. It didn’t take long for your boyfriend to cum as well, filling you completely.

Bucky wiped your tears off your cheeks and brushed some of your hair out of your face, looking down at you with a soft expression but there was dominance and carnal desire just below the surface.

“I think I’m gonna keep you like this for a little longer.”

#marvel imagines #marvel smut #marvel x reader #Bucky Barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky imagine #bucky fic #bucky x reader smut #companion movie #companion 2025 #Spotify

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leaawrites · 2 months ago

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Too Young

Liam Gallagher x fem!fiancée!reader

Summary: in which, a newspaper headline makes Liam freak out about his relationship.

Warnings: fluff, over thinking

Wordcount: 0.6k

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Liam had always been confident in his own self. Whether it be about his music or the words he chose in interviews. To him, everything he said was right, everything he did was good. Everything he thought through, if he thought it through, was calculated and with good intentions.

So when he found himself sitting next to her one night, the telly playing some nonsense in front of them, he knew that this moment was the right one. This life was the only worth living one for him, because he had her.

“You know,” he broke the silence, making her look up at him from where she was cuddled into his side. “I don’t care what those people say.”

“What a surprise that is,” she mocked him, sitting up and burrying her fingers into his soft hair as she looked at him with uncertain eyes.

Liam wasn’t one to be bothered by other people’s words, especially not if it was about him.

“‘M being serious though, I don’t fucking care. And I don’t want you to care either,” he said, remembering the front page he walked past today.

“Why should I care?” His words confused her even more than his actions did, the quiet that came from him while the show on the telly was getting ridiculous. No complains falling from his lips as the main character did something, ‘he would never do if he was in their situation.’

“You shouldn’t.” Shaking his head he only now realized how funny he must seem to her. “I promise you, I’m not high or drunk or summat, but I can’t have you thinking the same way they do.”

“Liam, what’s going on?” Her eyebrows furrowed in concern as he continued rambling.

“I promise you, that we know what we’re doing - I know what I’m doing. I want this, just as much as I’d wanted the band to become big and now that we are, I promise you that I won’t fuck this up. Ever. I can’t have you even thinking ‘bout that for one second. I can’t live with the thought of you having doubts when there aren’t any real concerns.”

She suspected he would’ve continued rambling about the same thing for hours if she hadn’t stopped him. Letting her hand fall on his chest and making him take in a deep breath, she looked at him with amusement and worry mixing in her eyes.

“What is all this about?” She finally asked after a second of silence.

“Promise me you won’t have doubts if I tell you,” he said, sticking out his pinky to have her word. Interlocking their fingers with a slight roll of her eyes, she waited for his explanation.

“I saw a headline earlier, ‘bout how we’re too young to marry and how I have all of the band’s future in front of me and all that crap. I don’t want you to feel the same, ever.”

“I don’t.” Taking his head in her hands, she made him look at him with his full attention on her lips moving as she assured him. “I know what I want and what I want is you and a future with you. I know that we’re young, but we’ve known each other longer than most other couples before they marry. We’re gonna be alright, alright?”

“Alright.”

Taking her hand in his, Liam started playing with the small engagement ring he got her a few months prior. The news had spread like wildfire after he couldn’t keep the news in anymore and introduced her as his fiancée at a gig.

The people went crazy over it, but in the end all that mattered was them.

#liam gallagher x you #liam gallagher x reader #90s liam gallagher #liam gallagher imagine #liam gallagher #liam gallagher fic #oasis x reader #oasis imagine #oasis fic #oasis band #oasis #britpop x you #britpop x reader #britpop imagine #britpop fanfic #britpop

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awrkive · 5 months ago

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Fluff/1/jungkook (preferably tlp but im fine with any!!!!!)

Also the no nb requests, I let out a giggle 😭😭

1. "Holy shit, that's the cutest thing you've ever done. Do it again."

note: set in the tlp universe during med school days! theyre freshmen here. also just super weird tlp couple dynamics 😭

wc: 0.6k

Jungkook’s always been… whatever to you. He’s good-looking, you guess – conventionally, you mean. Not your type – though, you don’t exactly have a type – but he has a face that both women and men definitely crush on. It’s weird because he could have both soft and sharp features at the same time. Sometimes, he kind of looks broody – unapproachable and sort of cold. Some other times he’s like a round ball.

But most of the time he’s just annoying to you. He whines when he isn’t given attention, and he could be such a big baby you wonder if his muscly body is just a facade or something.

“Jungkook.”

“Yes.”

“Can you not?”

He looks at you like a deer caught in the headlights, hand pausing mid-air; a strand of your hair is pinched in between his pointer and middle finger, the ends pointing to your ear. He’s been doing that for the past ten minutes and you’ve been complaining that “It tickles!” but he wouldn’t stop, not when—

“I’m not stopping until you give me attention.”

You groan, flipping your textbook onto the next page. You’re lost, to be honest, and it’s all Jungkook’s fault. He wouldn’t leave you alone and thank god he has class in the next thirty minutes because you swear to god, you’re gonna unleash hell on him if he doesn’t stop.

“Why are you not talking to me? What did I do?” Jungkook says, and this time he lets go of your hair, but what he does next is fold his arms on the table, lay there then try and peek at your face.

“You didn’t do anything.” You respond, plain and simple. Literally true. He genuinely hasn't done anything wrong. He's just so... talkative sometimes and while you can keep up with that usually, today is just one of those days.

And Jungkook being Jungkook, he thinks it has to do with him. Eyeroll-inducing, really, but you've come to know that's just him.

His ass is hauling most of the space of the 7/11 seat and at this point, you’re better off transferring tables than to deal with his dramatic antics, but you also feel kind of bad because Jungkook is taking this way too seriously.

“Liar.” Jungkook murmurs. Then he turns to his ice cream that’s already melted. He takes the spoon and begins to eat again. “Fine, then.”

You’re happy for a while when he finally stops trying to talk to you.

To be honest, you just want to sneak a little bit of study time. That’s how you expected to spend your break but Jungkook decided to come along and now the words are dancing in your eyes and you can’t focus.

Especially not right now, when Jungkook eventually grows uncharacteristically quiet beside you.

As you sneak a glance at him, he looks so… sad.

“Hey,” you nudge at his bicep. Jungkook looks at you, the small spoon halfway in his mouth. His brows are arched and he looks kinda... cute with his google eyes. “Why are you so quiet?”

Then he does it.

He purses his lips, puts down the spoon, and then rolls his eyes.

You cackle.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” You say in disbelief, not quite getting over the fact that he did just roll his eyes at you and… it was the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen today.

“No.” he huffs indignantly, and you swear you can’t help but giggle more.

“Holy shit, that was the cutest thing you've ever done,” you scoot closer to him and suppress another wave of laughter when his eyebrows meet in confusion. “Do it again.”

“Are you making fun of me?” Jungkook pointedly asks.

And he’s so… sassy.

“Jungkook, don’t make me laugh,” you lean towards his arm because you genuinely could not get the picture of him rolling his eyes at you out of your head. Why did he have to look adorable rolling his eyes?!

“You’re weird.” Jungkook says and pokes your cheek with his finger.

You swat at his hand and peel your head away from his arm. “You’re weird.” You say in between your contained laughter.

“Whatever.”

You laugh again and Jungkook grumbles as he tells you he’s gonna get some sandwich before standing up.

You shake your head with a smile on your face as you flip open the textbook again.

#fic: tlp #tlp drabbles #p; drabble requests #jungkook fluff

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jujutsukgojo · 9 months ago

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The Baby Project chapter 2

izuku midoriya x reader

Chapter one, Chapter three

Summary: When Kaibara gets increasingly worse, a hero comes in the nick of time.

tw: dead beats, assault, mention of Mineta's crimes,

You wipe the booths for the next customers. Heading back behind the counter, you ask your tables if anyone needs anything. It’s the same old thing you’ve come to love. Children are coloring in their coloring pages and are waiting for their juice boxes while their parents order grilled cheese. The kids write ‘secret’ messages to you about them getting sweets. An indecisive couple who finally settle on the most basic things then call you back to change it.

The restaurant has been up for ages and has regulars that have been the nicest people to you. So many debates on whose cooking is better. You, Yona, who’s your boss, or Ken’s, the cook. All for the sake of laughs and gentle teasing. They have the faces that tell a story you want to hear and senses of humor that vary more than snowflakes.

Plucking the fresh, hot pot of coffee from the machine, you head over to your playful regulars. A group of older men who have taken a liking to you and have acted like grandpas. They are a highly playful bunch who make you smile every day. “Here we are boys.”

“Ah, (Y/n), looking rather dashing today.” Ren puts his head on his hands. He's a man with laugh lines and salt and pepper hair. Ren has been a regular at the restaurant for years who always orders apple pie with cheddar cheese on the side with whip cream, day or night, breakfast, lunch, or dinner whenever he’s around.

“In the same old uniform that you saw me in yesterday. Seriously?”

“Can’t I compliment you?”

“Yeah, when it doesn’t come with asking if you can get the meal for free.”

He sighs. “Dammit.”

Yona calls you to her. Her dyed red hair is easy to spot. She sucks on her lips and eyes you nervously. You quickly rush to her, not liking the look on her aging face. “Yeah?”

She extends her hands to you. “Someone left this for you. It was given to Ken when he went out to take out the trash.”

You gasp and drop the pot of coffee, its glass and hot liquid spreading on the floor. Some of the liquid touches your shoes and the heat makes contact with your feet. Even then you barely register it. The noise gathers the attention of the patrons and Ken, who comes out of the kitchen. Your eyes start to mist when you see Noa without a blanket or his diaper bag. His feet are cold and he’s shivering.

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You sniffle as you pat him. It’s after hours and the only ones in here are those who work late and are finishing their meals. When you saw Noa, you immediately freaked out. The customers were quick to see if you were alright, but Yona made you go somewhere else to process everything.

Throughout the entire restaurant, Noa’s cries were heard. You have been in the kitchen with Ken and even in Yona’s office to get the noise away from the customers. Nothing worked until he was warmed up.

“Just breathe, kid. Ken knows of your assignment. He was gentle like it was real.” You kiss Noa’s soft head, his chubby newborn face is now free of stress and his mouth no longer lets out a shrill wail.

With a gruff voice Ken calls out from the kitchen. “I thought it was real. Look at it.”

“I can’t believe this. I just wanted him to help. Classes are over. He isn’t doing anything. How could he be this way?” Noa coos and tries to breastfeed and starts to give out whimpers every time he fails. Yona gives you the bottle that was left with Ken. “The packaging threw me off but I figured it out.”

You go to feed Noa. He’s been terrible at taking it since the project started. Finally after some coaxing, he latches on. “He’s doing it!” He’s only been fed like, 5 or 6 times by you. You just hope Kaibara managed to get something in.

“Thank you.” You sniffle. “Other than this, why are you crying? Noa’s fine.” She tickles his feet. He jolts his leg from the sensation, not once removing the nipple from his mouth as he hungrily sucks on the milk.

“U.A. doesn’t allow students to work unless they’re in the hero course. I get a stipend but that’s less than others since I’m on a scholarship. It’s weird but true. So, I took this job to help me out. I had to ask him to help me get things so I wouldn’t borrow from my friends.”

Yona wipes your nose. She’s always been motherly to you; sometimes overwhelmingly so. “Now he knows. He’s the one who had to pay for some of his things and was mad about it,” You look up at the older woman who is listening intently. “Yona, what if he doesn’t understand my situation?”

You didn’t come from diamonds and gold. You don’t have the funds to go to this fancy school or have parental help. Plus, U.A. just now started the stipend thing and you have a cut. This project is terribly expensive, and the stipend can’t cover it at all. It barely takes care of you.

You make sure to place him directly on your chest to be as comforting as possible. The position mimics breastfeeding which is a little awkward for you but worth it since he calms down after.

“The hero course gets paid from their internships and stuff. He has more than me, so I didn’t think he’d mind. Plus, we’re partners in this.” You remove the bottle from the little baby’s mouth.

“It wasn’t crazy stuff either. Just diapers from Mei Hatsume-”

“The inventor, right?”

“Yeah, her. It was a pacifier and clothes, stuff like that. The only reason he went to the store with me is because Tetsutetsu embarrassed him or something.”

“Real Steel?” You nod. “Kaibara gave me like, twenty bucks maybe? I’m happy he did something but it didn’t really help. I took most of the bill and I still couldn’t get all the things Noa needs. Toss me a towel, please.”

You place it on your shoulder and hope for the best. Noa burps and throws up a little. This is the first time Noa has burped perfectly with you. Usually, you have the hardest time doing it. As you try to hold him better, his weight gets heavier.

Your eyebrows raise. “Already?”

“What’s happening, baby?” You quickly cradle him for them to see. “He’s growing! He was a newborn now look!”

You unbutton his onesie so he can have room to grow. His belly tells his age. “Four months?”

What did you or Kaibara do to get to four months already? Noa’s face no longer looks like an old man but an actual baby where his features begin to be more identifiable.

“Good job, pepper!” Ken comes out of the kitchen and puts out his cigarette, not wanting it to be around Noa and hinder your progress. You breathily laugh, smiling down at Noa. He looks more aware now and he still favors you in the looks department.

“He needs some more-”

“Say no more. I still have my girl’s baby clothes. A few onesies, shirts and pants, maybe? I’ll check but I know I have some. Maybe my boy’s, too.” Ken rubs your head with his meaty hand. As strange as he is, a grumpy middle aged guy who needs a haircut and to stop hitting the gym so much, he’s sweet. Rough around the edges but the sweetest man you’ve ever had the pleasure knowing.

Yona kisses Noa’s chubby feet. He wiggles his toes. “And I still have my kid’s bassinet. It’s old school but sturdy.”

You thank them both then pause.

“What happens at four months?” You look to the adults who have kids of their own. “Hell if I know. I was in jail.”

“Ken, not now.”

“He should be-” Then Noa screams. You look him over, not finding anything. You then undo his diaper to see if he's wet and see a horrible rash. “What?!”

On him was a regular pamper. Kaibara put a regular U.A. diaper on him and didn’t even do it right. “No, no! Crap! Did he give you the diaper bag?”

“Just the baby and a bottle, pepper. And the bottle was empty. I don't know why he was carrying it like that. I was locked up and I know bett-”

"Ken, please. No prison stories."

You take it off of him before it gets worse. You don’t know why he decided to do this. You told him not to, right? It wasn’t like you chose it. Noa just happened to have needed them. Just like Ema’s baby can’t be around anything that’s not cotton or the baby will get a rash. Or Benio’s daughter throwing up the school’s formula and having to go to get a special formula from them that cost more.

The babies are extremely diverse, just like real ones.

“Alright, alright.” Yona takes Noa to the kitchen and bounces him as she goes. Ken rubs your back again. “Do you want me to talk to him?”

Maybe.

“No. I have to.” You rub your forehead. “I don’t know what to do though. He hates me for some reason. It all started when I said no to the name Sen.”

You groan. “And he knows that I work. What if he uses it as black mail? I won’t be able to afford anything!”

“This is based on real life, right?” You nod. “If he does anything, get him for child support. He’s taking your income thus away from the child. Your stipend can’t cover you both and he’s an absent parent. Let the school handle him.”

You take in his words. The stipend can barely help you. No way would it be able to handle a growing baby.

“That’s too serious. This isn’t that bad, right?” Ken sighs and sits next to you. “Yeah, it’s an assignment. Just a project that’ll end sometime soon. But he isn’t helping. Rather than watch him for a couple of hours, he hands him over in a back alley to a strange man,” He gestures to himself.

“Well not strange-” He corrects.

“Eh…”

“Little one, I swear to God,” You laugh and wipe your eyes. Talking to these two have helped dry up some of your tears. “Listen, if he doesn’t start properly helping you, if he snitches and it affects Noa, then yeah. It's not permanent or anything. Just until the project ends and who knows? Maybe U.A. will let you work because without it, it'll take away from Noa."

“I don’t think it’s a thing here, though.”

“Not in this country, really. That doesn’t mean it isn’t a thing at that fancy school of yours. Force them. It's either that, or they let you work since they're being cheap towards you.”

You catch a ride from Yona as Ken closes up. You have to hurry back before curfew. Before she speeds to your school, she takes a detour to her modest home. With so little time left, you can only grab a few things with Yona promising you more tomorrow. You want to kiss her when you see all of the items she’s giving you. They’re old but completely welcomed.

Back in the car with Noa in your arms grabbing your finger, Yona breaks the silence.

“Take Ken’s advice. If the butthead holds this against you when you talk to him, you have to do something. This isn’t just affecting you. His pettiness is going to hurt Noa, too.”

“You talk like he’s real.” You whisper as you pass the streetlights that just came on. It means curfew is about to start. Luckily, you were quick to change into your U.A. uniform. Hopefully, you walking in like normal will work.

“Noa would fool even All Might. All that thing is missing is a legitimate soul, and that’s it. His heart beats, honeycomb.” She watches how you interact with him. Even if you don’t realize it, you are treating him as if he’s real.

"Yona...that's too serious. Like, that's grown up stuff. I don't think this situation calls for it."

"It's something to consider."

You scratch your cheek. "I don't know that's awfully...dramatic? He's just a grade." Yona scoffs and rolls her eyes. "It's not just about financial provision. It's about co-parenting which he isn't doing and what U.A. is trying to teach him to do," She sighs and looks at you then back at the road. "Look, if you won't do that, then go to your teachers. It's not snitching when it affects your grade like this."

"He'll tell!"

Yona's silent. She hears how desperate and sad you sound. "Even if he does, it's not like you're doing the worst thing in the world. Talk to him. Tell him if he doesn't shape up, then you'll go to the teachers. If they give you flack, give it right back."

Yona pulls up to the dorms. “Alrighty, we’re here.” Your hands start to tremble. You’re not scared of Kaibara. It is the possibilities that get you. “Breathe honey, he’s just being an ass. Besides, he may not do anything. He could be perfectly reasonable if he asks.”

“My scholarship could end, Yona.” The school doesn’t allow anyone to work except for the hero courses. The scholarship would end. Would you lose them too?

“Argue it. It’s what you do best. You may not like heroes or can fight like them, but in a war of words and law you’d beat all of them with your mouth taped shut. Defend yourself in your territory.”

You take a deep breath. “I will.”

She grabs your arm. "He gave a child to some random man in an alley. What if Noa was real?"

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Yona loads the bags into your arms and places Noa in the wheeled bassinet. It is old, white laced and not the cleanest. The wheels are large and the fabric that drapes the bottom half is surprisingly soft. Although it is not disinfected right now it’ll have to do until you can get inside and clean everything. You give Yona a kiss on the cheek, thanking her for everything.

“You act like helping you is a chore. It’s okay, the sweetest honeycomb.” For some reason, that hits you in the gut.

When Yona leaves, you repeatedly kick the door so someone can open it. A kid from the other General Studies class opens the door. They must be visiting because the other class lives on the other side of the building.

You enter your room and head to the bathroom for a bath. After today, it is definitely needed. That and Yona’s gifts need to be scrubbed too. They’ve been boxed away and preserved in an attic.

You give Noa his sponge bath first. It was easy enough. He only screamed bloody murder the entire time other than that it was cake. You dry him off and set him on pillows so he could be propped up while you bathe. The curtain is open so you can keep your eye on him.

“I’m coming, sweetheart! Just one minute, please- shit!” Shampoo got directly into your eye. Noa cries louder, showing all of his gums and his little fists are clenched to his chest. You hurriedly try to rinse your eyes and grab Noa.

You suck at this. So, so, much.

You begin to get cold but you push that all aside in order to get him to be quiet. His wailing is loud in your ears. Finally, you decide to wash with him even though he’s already bathed. His head lays on your chest, resulting in the tears to be sniffles.

“You just wanted some lovin’, huh? That’s okay, bub.” It’s not at all. Who is to say he won’t understand you and start all over again?

After the much needed shower, Ema comes in to see you in your robe and drying Noa off. “Do you hav-what’s that?” She lifts his leg, the red and rough rash is visible even on his outer upper thigh.

“Before you blame me, it was Kaibara. He put one on him.” You gently massage his skin and make a mental note to go to Hatsume about it. You shrug your shoulders. “I don’t know why he put the regular ones on him.”

“Did you tell him?”

“Yeah, I did. Or I think so? I don’t know. I’m exhausted.”

She puts her hand on her hip. “If Eijirou was ever that lazy, I’d smack him.”

“I think it weirds him out. All of it, you know?” She sits on your bed next to Noa. “That’s stupid. He deals with blood and gore everyday yet he can’t handle changing a baby in the right diapers? Ridiculous and lazy.”

Feeling the heat of anger rise up, you tell her, “Plus, he kept the diaper bag. So I’ll have to use a backpack.”

“He kept it? Did he at least give you some of the things in there?”

“Nope.” You’re not going to tell her the full thing lest your secret be found. She scoffs and throws her hands in the air. It’s nice to vent. “Stupid, lazy, and petty.”

“Amen.” Speaking of prayers. “Did they handle that grape thing yet? How’s Riko anyway? I haven’t seen her.”

Ema licks her lips. “Not good. The messages that Benio read were just the tip of the iceberg apparently. He sent dick pics, way more than innuendos, borderline if not outright, threats. It’s just a mess. I only saw a few of them but I totally see why she felt threatened.”

You pause, taking in the information of what your friend went through. “You serious? A future hero?”

She hums and nods. “Yep. Word is that he’ll be expelled since everything has just accumulated to this. It’s like this is the final straw type of thing.”

“Should’ve gotten rid of him sooner.” You nibble on Noa's chubby feet, making him giggle. It's way better than him wailing.

“Definitely. Anyway, Snipe said there weren’t any more people so she could take a test or raise the baby herself. She chose to quit and take a test. Said the project was ruined for her.”

“If that is the best decision for her health, I say let it be.” How bad was it? Benio was pissed when he read them and that didn’t cover much. So, what exactly did the grape thing do? How bad were these threats? Your heart aches for Riko and what she’s going through. It isn’t fair.

“It’s a good thing you and Benio pushed it. This needed to be brought out. If he becomes a pro hero, the people he saves will be in jeopardy.” She messes with the edge of her nighttime shorts.

“Absolutely. He’s a bona fide predator. Yes, he fought in the wars. Yes, he helped save the world,” You count on your fingers. “That doesn’t give an excuse for assault or harassment.”

She fiddles with your quilt blanket. “I feel bad, peaches.”

“Why?” Noa flexes his fingers in awe. You wonder if his four month phase is already ending and he’s growing again. The growing process seems to be random. “Because I should’ve realized sooner. She was being paired with him. It was bound to happen. He’s the biggest pervert in the school. I should’ve gone with you guys and supported her.”

“You were raising your kid at a different table. No one blames you. We just happened to be there. This isn’t on us, it’s on that thing. ”

"I know. But her face when I saw her is gonna stick with me. I want to do something but what?" She licks her lips again and shakes her head. The subject changes as she focuses on his features. “He looks like you. Even his hair, see?” You chuckle and nod in agreement.

“Yeah. I think that bothers him too.”

“So fucking lame.” Amen, again. “Wait, he’s bigger…he grew! Oh, I’m so proud of you!” She kisses your head. You raise your brow at her affection. “It says he’s four months but I think he’s growing again.”

You massage his face. “Maybe Mei is speeding up the growth.”

Her eyes roam around your room and stop at your little basket of his things.

“Oh Lord. What’d you need?” She hums. “I wanted to see if you had any diapers to spare? Eijrou heard about it and wants to try.”

“Eijrou… he lets you call him by his first name?” She nods. “Yeah, we share a baby so there’s no reason to call each other formally. Besides, we get along really well.” It's not Ema's fault at all. Not the smallest bit. But it stings when it shouldn't. It is the partnership they have and you can't get it despite your efforts. You practically see the gold medal on her neck right now that shows she isn't failing. Could a start of a positive partnership be as simple as using his first name? The next time you see him, you'll give it a try.

“Ooh, I’m telling Deku.” You finish all the steps of the diaper and put a simple shirt on him, opting out pants. You get up and go through your stash of them and hand some to her.

“I think I’ve moved on, actually.” You gasp loudly, holding your hand to your chest. “The biggest Deku groupie left the club?”

“Oh, shut up. I let go. There are things he’s happier with and I realized I’m happy too. There’s no reason to chase something when going in a different direction.” She has a slight blush on her face yet if you look closer, has a forlorn look. That blushy face is a dead giveaway for something else, though.“Wait…you and-”

“Don’t say it!”

“Ema and Eijrou sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-” She flings a pillow in your face, making Noa giggle. His dimpled face makes you smile wider. He’s got to be more than four months old now. How? You don’t know what you’re doing right. So, you’re happy about it.

That and knowing she likes Kirishima, the ideal baby daddy. "I'm just fond of him, okay? It's early, so it might, I don't know, be the project?"

You nod, not bothering to hide your smile. Seeing them in the cafeteria was so sweet and domestic. It was something you could see for Ema. Something sweet, gentle, and kind. It's what you hope for her. Maybe Kirishima is the one who can provide that. They get along so well already and work together flawlessly. You become downcast as you think of all of the positives for her and Kirishima. Their teamwork.

You take a deep breath and stretch. After, you look around and slump your shoulders. “Shit, he has the bag. Can I borrow some formula? All I had was in that bag.” You look at Ema’s naturally glittery face. The glitter is used for freckles rather than the actual prints. You've asked her if it had to do with her quirk and surprisingly enough, it's just hereditary and not quirk related.

“I’ll pay you back I swear.” You put as much sincerity in your voice as you can. The dorms are locked so you can’t get to Kaibara and Noa’s going to have to feed soon.

Ema’s luminescent eyes look you over. She purses her lips then breaks into a playful smile. “I’ll accept it as a trade for the diaper.”

You don’t know how this is working, and you know in real life, there wouldn’t be this much support. Growing up you didn’t see half of this. Yet in such a short amount of time, the people around you made you feel safe and supported. You pray that one day you can pay them back. This whole thing is just an assignment. Nevertheless, this shows you the rare kindness of mankind. What a nice day this is.

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A few days later, you struggle to catch Kaibara. He’s actively avoiding you. Whenever you see him, he has the diaper bag and side eyes you. It’s nerve wracking and it’s pissing you off. There are things in there that you desperately need.

You’ve managed to get some of the formula on your own. Noa is still at an awkward stage that his timer is set at four months but his development says different. You have to go to Hatsume to check on him.

In the morning, you put him in the wrap. You pack some of his things in an old, raggedy, backpack as a makeshift diaper bag. The actual baby bag is a lot better with more room, compartments and it’s absolutely sturdier.

You take your notebook and write down the things he needs and on another page, a schedule that fits you. It’s a rough draft but with his schedule, the two of you should be able to compromise and come up with a plan. You’ve written down your number and where to find your room as well. The page even includes your friends’ numbers if he can’t get a hold of you. You pray that he can do the same and that there is an agreement on the plan.

“Alright baby boy, let’s roll.” You see Ema and her baby girl, Hana. You poke her pink cheek. “Hey, little one.”

“Ugh, don’t even.” Ema turns and walks. “What? What’d I do?”

“It’s not you, it’s her. She’s been so fucking ornery. All night she was screaming. I’m surprised you didn’t hear it.”

You really didn’t. You and Noa slept soundly. “I didn’t hear anything.”

“Lucky. It’s my night to keep her and this happens.”

“She’s a newborn, right? It’s bound to happen.” Ema shakes her head. “Nope, she’s eight months old.”

“Eight months…” You suddenly feel insecure of Noa or at least your parenting. He must be in the process of growing since he’s doing more than a four month old should yet he’s still behind. Ema’s a natural at this, though. She’s doing something better. That gold medal is shining in your eyes brighter than before. You shouldn't feel this way. Ema wouldn't rub anything in your face.

“Yep! Eijrou and I make a great team. I can’t wait to tell him. And show the set of lungs his daughter has.” She looks at you evilly.

Exiting the general studies’ commons, Ema looks around for Benio but doesn’t see him. “He could already be inside fuming like usual. The ponytail girl has been ticking him off.”

“I still don’t understand. She’s a sweet person. What’s going wrong?” Ema asks.

“If you haven’t noticed, it’s the general studies’ students that are getting stuck solely raising the babies.”

“I’m not!”

You kick a pebble that was in the way on the sidewalk. “No, but you’ve got a good one. The rest of us are struggling.”

She kisses Hana’s head. “Do you want me to tell Ei? I’m sure he can talk some sense into Kaibara.”

You’d love that.

“No. If he’s anything like Tetsutetsu, it won’t get through to him. Tetsu’s already tried.”

“Seriously?” You hold the door open for her. “Yep. I went to Kaibara’s dorm and when Tetsutetsu found out he isn’t helping, he yelled at him.”

Ema puts her hand on her hips. “I can’t believe this. You should go to a teacher. This is a partnered assignment.”

“I’ll give him some more time but if this continues, I’ll go.” It has been a little over a week already.

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You’re insecure of your plan. Yona and Ken advised it. Even though it makes sense, it feels so drastic and serious to go that far. Plus, going to the teachers feels like snitching. You’re ticked that he’s not helping and scared that he’ll tell on you. It’s like he’s got all of the cards.

You wave Ema goodbye when you spot Kaibara. “Oh, Kaibara!” You wave your hand at him. He taps his foot and has a gleam in his eyes that doesn’t seem friendly. “How’s the formula? You have it in the bag.”

“It’s okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yep.” The two of you talk at the side of the hallway. “I mean, is it running low? Because I also need some for when I take care of him.”

He chuckles. “How long have you been working?” Your heart stops. “Kaibara…”

“No, because I gave you enough-”

“It was 20.” He glares at you. “Still, I gave you money when you didn’t need it. You stole.”

You can feel people watching as they go by. The tension between the two of you is getting higher. “I didn’t steal. This project involves the both of us. You act like I make a ton when I don’t. I work only for a few hours a week.”

He slowly gets closer to you. He roughly hands you the diaper bag. “You make enough. Don’t ask fo-what is he wearing?”

Noa wears a pink shirt with purple designs on it paired with grey leggings. He has thick white socks on his feet. “Clothes?”

The shirt is from Yona and the grey leggings from Ken. The outfit looks very cute on him. Simple and easy.

“Get that off of him.” His tone is steel and sharp. It makes you tense up for a second.

You raise a brow, genuinely confused. “What?”

“This is embarrassing. With the money you make you can’t put him in some good clothes?” You look down at Noa whose clothes are fine. “What’re you talking about?”

“You did this on purpose.” He curses at you under his breath. A General Studies student walks past then stops and stares. They make eye contact with you. Their purple eyes wondering, asking, if you need help. The student takes off down the hallway.

You then remember that Ema uses Kirishima's first name to build a better bond. “It’s only clothes, Sen.”

He curses again and roughly handles Noa, trying to take his shirt off. Noa begins to cry. You tell him to stop and get Noa away from him. Kaibara grabs your wrist painfully, making you yelp. You try to tug it free and protect Noa from having his clothes removed at the same time.

Just then, a scarred hand intervenes and grabs Kaibara’s wrist. Your partner looks shocked and then up at the owner. He’s, uh, a lot bigger than you thought he’d be. And his voice definitely sounds different in person.

The man himself, Izuku Midoriya, aka Deku. His hands are large and his fingers slightly crooked. The scars and calluses tell stories of war and determination. His eyes are bright, like they're happy but his actions say different.

Izuku says hello to his old friend while holding Kaibara's wrist tightly. You take this pause to grab Noa properly and readjust his clothing. This is all so fucking stupid. It’s like getting your group to help you do an assignment but they’re all fucking around. Fuck this, you’re putting your name on the paper and explaining to the teachers what happened.

“I’m sick of being nice to your dumb ass.” You tell Kaibara, who for the first time doesn’t look smug or annoyed. He looks…scared? In a gentle yet firm voice, Izuku Midoriya says, “Come on, let’s go.”

His hand is placed on your waist to guide you away from Kaibara. He takes you away from his year hallway and towards the stairs.

“U-uh, I hope that was alright!” He rubs his hands together. “Yeah, it’s alright.”

You expect him to walk away from you now that you’ve reached the stairs to go down to yours. Instead, he stays with you. “Thanks, by the way. I didn’t think he’d act like that.”

“It’s not a problem. He was out of line.” He smiles down at you and Noa. “Is that the first time he’s done that?”

His hero voice is on. “You mean being rough? Yeah. Blowing me and this whole project off? No.” You shrug and try to act unbothered. But your wrist hurts and Noa is squirming. “I accept it now and what I have to do.”

“What do you mean?” The two of you begin to walk down. “I’m going to the teachers about it. The assignment’s just started and this is happening.” You are down the stairs and into your hallway. Only a few students are left, scrambling to find their class and handle their babies at the same time.

Izuku’s eyes take everything in. You hope that he’s piecing everything together. That your class are the ones doing anything.

“I’ll go with you.” You stop. “You don’t have to, Izuku.” He was about to speak until you said his name. He gets all red and covers his face and sputters. “Was it okay to call you by your first name?”

“Y-yes!” And just like that, this guy resorted to being a red sweaty thing that's lightly tugging on his thick curls. Well, it is a little warm in the building. The bell rings for everyone to be in class. You curse under your breath when Noa begins to fuss. “Hold this.” You shove the bag into Izuku's hands. “What do you need? I can help!”

“He feels dry and he ate, give me a bo-bo.” Izuku eagerly looks into the bag. He stops. “A what?” Ah, right. “A pacifier.”

“Oh, okay. That's cute, by the way."

"I'll tell Ema about the compliment," He stares into your eyes. You gesture to the bag. "Right! What compartment is it in?”

“The front flap,” He digs into the yellow one. “No, the blue. That’s where I put it.” He searches for it and frowns. “Are you sure? There’s nothing here or the yellow one.”

“Try the main one, the big zipper.” Dread is filling deep in your belly. In those flaps were his pacifier, rattle, things to that nature. Now that you look at it, it’s a little flat.

“I can’t find it.” Noa cries louder by the second. “Keep looking!” Izuku’s hand is inside the bag. You hear rustling of some things. “It’s not in here-”

“Are you kidding?! Keep looking!” You rock Noa, who is increasingly getting louder. You don’t mean to yell at Izuku. He didn’t do anything wrong. He has been more helpful and less violent than Kaibara has been.

He puts his hand on your shoulder. “Breathe, just breathe,” You follow his calm directions. “Here, give him to me.” You trade the baby for the bag. He coos at the assignment and rocks him. The little brat starts to calm down. Izuku talks softly to Noa, asking how his day has been, and that he has to be good for mommy, all of the sweet things you'd expect.

“Where is it? Where-” It really isn’t here. You suck in your lips. All that’s in there are some clothes, diapers, and formula in a Ziploc sandwich bag for some reason. And there isn’t even enough for one bottle.

Snipe slides the door open. “I thought I heard you-Oh, Midoriya! Long time no see.” Izuku goes on about Snipe’s latest take down. According to him, it was excellent. “Well, I’m glad to see you back. I thought you had a while to go?”

“I finished early. Go beyond, plus ultra?” He nervously chuckles. Snipe stares at him for a second. “Plus ultra, Midoriya.”

He then turns to you. “What is Midoriya doing with Noa?” What a dramatic tone difference.

“Snipe, I’d like to talk to you and Dracula after class.” Snipe scoffs. “Do you mean Vlad King?”

“King Vladimir? Isn't that Dracula?”

Snipe rubs his face under his mask. “Whatever.”

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After class, you meet up with the two teachers, Snipe and Dracula who is now known as Vlad King. As if they aren’t the same name. You asked Midoriya if he could watch Noa for a minute which he gladly accepted, then reminded you to call if you needed him. Unlike Kaibara, he immediately gave you his number. Red faced and all. He looked like he was having a heart attack while doing it.

“Snipe, Dracula-”

“ Vlad King.” The man in red grumbles. “Whatever. I know this is based on real life but Kaibara did something that bothers me.”

Snipe sighs and sits on the edge of his desk. “This is up for the two of you to figure out.”

“He got physical with me and Noa. If you don’t believe me, Midoriya is right outside. He saw everything.” Both of the teachers freeze. Dracula clenches his fists. “What happened?”

“Has he done this before?” Snipe sits up, no longer slouching. “This is the first time he’s done this. But not the first time he’s neglected the assignment. At every damn turn he’s blowing me off and complaining. He’s not helping me at all.”

“Start from the top and down to when he was aggressive.” Dracula’s eyes become serious. Not angry at you, though. Thank God.

You tell them everything, leaving out your job. Ken and Yona are brought up, only called friends, and how they’ve helped you. No one is excluded from their rightful praise. Your friends here, the sales lady, even Midoriya who helped you and is doing so right now by handling Noa.

Vlad cracks his knuckle. “I’ll deal with him.”

“Vlad-”

“No. This is unacceptable. I know it’s up to them to figure out but what happened can’t be ignored or tolerated.” His leg is bouncing and fists are clenched impossibly hard. His fangs seem sharper than normal and eyes are blazing. “As a hero, we cannot allow that behavior to continue. A hero from my class? No. Absolutely not!”

“I know-”

“No! He fails-”

“Kan, please! I’m just as upset as you are but we are forgetting to check the facts.” Snipe gestures towards you to calm you down, already noticing how your nostrils flared. “What I’m saying is that we must investigate the situation. If we go in guns blazing, it can cause more harm than good.”

You understand that, but it doesn’t seem like enough.

“I want him to help me and to apologize. I’ve been doing everything while he just jacks around.”

“I understand, (Y/n). This will be handled.” Vlad stands up and Snipe grabs his wrist. “Let’s talk to Midoriya. He’s the only witness?”

“No, some other guy ran to get Midoriya. He’s got purple eyes and since he was taking care of a robo-baby, I can guess that he’s from general studies because I know heroes aren’t doing anything.”

Snipe scolds you. “I’m serious, Snipe. I’ve only seen two heroes with babies and they were Kirishima and Tetsutestu. That’s it.”

Vlad snatches his wrist back and opens the door, startling Izuku who was cooing at Noa and kissing his plump cheek. “After we talk to Kaibara, you will be called, understand?”

Unlike how he was just seconds before, Izuku gets serious and firmly nods. His round green eyes don’t have the cheeriness they had just moments before.

“Do you want me to bring him here?”

“No, I’ll be the one to do it.” Vlad disappears as he goes down the hallway, no doubt looking for his student. Snipe calls your name, gaining your attention. "You need to be here for this. I want you to tell your side of the story for the record then we'll bring Midoriya in." "Mr. Snipe, what if Kaibara gets mad at me?" He jerks and straightens up. "We'll handle him. You are safe, don't worry."

You put your hands on your hips. "This happened right under your noses. Who knows how long he's been like thi-"

"(Y/n), it will be handled. We need to investigate and write a report but trust me," He leans in. "You are safe and it will be handled."

"What about Noa? Are you gonna make sure he helps with Noa?"

Snipe gives a breathy chuckle and starts to slouch a little. He takes his shawl off and places it on his desk. Finally, he is back to being your teacher and not his hero persona. It's amazing how fast these people can switch depending on the atmosphere. "We'll talk to him. Honestly, (Y/n), I wish you would've told me sooner that he wasn't helping."

You let out a loud, "Ha!"

"I'm serious." Shaking your head you humorlessly chuckle. "No, no. You are the same guy who kicked me out of class because of a project that you are making us do started crying. No way you would have my back if it weren't for Dracula looking at you."

He flinches like he's been struck. The door opens again and reveals Dracula, some teachers, and Nezu. Dracula speaks first. "Kaibara will be here shortly. He is cleaning up from his internship."

Nezu pops out of Aizawa's scarf and waves at you. "Please sit down and relax, (L/n). Just tell us what happened."

The two hero course homeroom teachers, Snipe, the principal and a few others, all sit down. You look around and then at your surroundings. "Um, shouldn't we be doing this in your office, Mr. Nezu? And not my homeroom?"

"This is quicker!"

You sigh and then begin. "Today, Kaibara roughly grabbed me and Noa."

"The assignment, correct? Noa Kaibara?"

"Yes. Anyway, I went up to him and asked for the diaper bag-" The door opens again, allowing Kaibara to come in. He loses his smile when he sees you. Again, a hero changes his demeanor at a drop of a hat. As quickly as he looked at you in disdain, he erased that in less than a second with a nonchalant smile to his superiors. His beady eyes find yours and make you squirm. You aren't physically afraid of him. It's what he has on you that makes you flinch.

He stands side by side with you at a distance. Kaibara turns to you and asks, "Where's the baby?"

Pfft, like he cares. "Noa's with Izuku." You side eye him. Nezu clears his throat and says, "Kaibara, (L/n) says you hurt her and almost jeopardized your project. Is this true?"

Kaibara sighs and rubs the back of his neck. He shrugs his shoulders. "Unfortunately, I do know what she's talking about but she is blowing it out of proportion." Aizawa's gruff voice interrupts him before he can continue. "But you did grab her?"

"Yes, yes I did."

You spot Dracula's vein swelling. "And why-"

You raise your hand. "Before you all continue to talk to him, I want to tell it," You shift your weight on your feet. "I put clothes on Noa that Kaibara didn't like so he roughly handled Noa. Noa's wellbeing is our," You shoot Kaibara a glare he couldn't miss. "Grade, so I tried to protect him, but Kaibara turned his aggression on me. He grabbed my wrist-which still hurts by the way-and-" You pause. Should you do this? Is it time?

You then remember how he hurt you and Noa. Noa's cries and him reaching out to you, your fear not just for Noa, but for yourself. Your head is held high now as you let everyone know what Kaibara has done or not done.

"Noa is wearing hand-me-downs that some friends of mine gave me because I can't afford newer clothes. There isn't anything wrong with what he's wearing. A pink shirt and grey leggings. That's it. That's what he had a problem with. That his son is wearing pink."

"Kaibara!" The student begins to get flushed and shrink back at the scolding of the pro heroes in front of him. "Not only that, but he has not helped at all. When this project first started, we went to a baby store next to that old vendor guy, and Kaibara gave me twenty bucks then split because he didn't want to help soothe Noa. He ran because his son started crying."

Cementoss nods. "Well, nerves are normal for parents."

You refrain from a snarky remark. "I know this. But that was the first and only time he's held Noa, and he still didn't help." You should tell them that he abandoned Noa with Ken. However, that'd give him the opening he needs. And by the look on his face that's slowly turning red not from embarrassment, but from anger, he'd snitch out of spite.

You should tell them that he did care for him for a few hours. You can't, though. He's got one over you.

"This morning, he scared and hurt me and Noa. Your star witness out there has held him longer than Kaibara has. My partner as well as the rest of the hero course’s behavior has sunk to this. And it’s happening right under your nose. Let that sink in."

The room is silent, giving you another chance to talk. “Your favorite students aren’t helping. Make them.”

Nezu twiddles his thumbs and looks at you from Aizawa's scarf or rope thing. "We'll handle this. You're dismissed."

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You exit the room, not even looking at Kaibara. His eyes were bulging out of their sockets and he was steaming. When you close the door, the air finally returns to you.

Izuku still holds Noa in the hallway. He rocks him and adorably so. He notices you standing there with a smile on your face.

“Are you okay?” His voice is gentle and warm. Filled with worry and compassion. It reminds you of the sweetness of Yona and Ken.

“I’m fine. Alright, it’s your turn.” You point your thumb towards the door. Right before you can get Noa from his arms, he still holds him as he rubs your shoulder and enters the room. “You…you took my baby.”

To yourself, you whisper, “He took my baby.”

You look around the hallway to see if it's clear. When you see that it is, you finally cover your eyes and let a small tear fall. Is it because of Noa and the weight? What Kaibara did and the power he has? Maybe it's because you had to be saved by Deku, a hero. Or is it because you failed at doing something so basic: getting along with someone. Noa's not real, he isn't. But it hurts that he is rejected. Why?! He's a doll. One that breathes, has a heartbeat, and your face. Are these tears from exhaustion?

Why are you crying silently in the hallway? This is just a grade. That has to be it. You're afraid you'll fail and lose your scholarship, and all of your hard work will go down the drain. You're afraid of being found out, that's all. Not because you can't get help from the person who is supposed to help you. Not because you feel like you are behind and everyone else is passing you. Not that your wrist still hurts. That reminds you, you have to go to Recovery Girl for it. And since she's not too far from Hatsume, you'll swing by and pick up some things.

Kaibara is in there. Would he get it or has this damaged everything? You take a deep breath. When Izuku comes out, you'll grab Noa and go to where you need to be. You hear the door open and a curious voice calls to you. You can hear Noa's senseless babbling behind you, too. What to say? What do you say about why you look like you’ve been crying?

You will do what you know. You turn around and see Izuku hold a happy Noa. "U-uh, are you crying? What's wrong? Is it your wrist?" Izuku comes towards you. You roll your eyes and say, "No, I have allergies."

Izuku looks behind you and doesn't see a window open.

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fanartka · 3 months ago

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Heartstopper and Jayvik crossover

I really love Alice Oseman's Heartstopper series and I think Charlie and Nick are very similar to Viktor and Jayce. Especially in matters of caring for your partner and “Did you eat well today Charlie/Vik?” So here's a crossover where Viktor and Jayce met in high school.

I'm still not entirely sure what kind of activities they were involved in, whether it was sports like in Heartstopper or maybe they are now in the back room of the laboratory. Hmm, why not, let's imagine that Viktor is not yet lame and a wonderful runner, like Charlie. Perhaps because in Zaun running fast is an excellent skill for survival. They play some Piltie game like rugby, and once a boy from a group of bullies intentionally bumps into Vik and breaks his leg so that now he not only can’t play rugby, but has to walk with a cane. I can imagine Jayce's feelings, but beyond all the despair, guilt and rage, he would be an incredibly caring and supportive partner (sorry for this little angst moment).

But for now they are happily kissing in the back room, not at all expecting that Miss Young will suddenly catch them. I really like to imagine them as teenagers in love. I absolutely adore the couple Charlie and Nick, they are such a cuties, and I am very grateful to the author Alice Oseman for showing what a healthy relationship should be.

And many thanks to my Sunshine @slasher-art , who introduced me to both fandoms, watching them with you was a great happiness❤️🩷.

Unfortunately, I haven’t had time to buy volumes 4 and 5 yet, they were quickly sold out in Ukraine, so I’m waiting for an additional edition, but those pages of the comic that are in the author’s account intrigued me incredibly.

Jayvik has some kind of magic of its own - they fit perfectly into any universe, any fandom, with them it would probably be possible to make a crossover with even Robinson Crusoe, even with the game Plants vs. Zombies.

And now, re-reading Heartstopper, which I fell in love with because of Charlie and Nick, I can easily imagine Viktor and Jayce in their place. Just imagine how Vik gets bullied at school because he's gay from Zaun who doesn't even have a last name (until Jayce suggests his own, of course😏), how Jayce chivalrously defends him, how they start liking each other more and more, and how Jayce desperately tries to find a book about bisexuality because Google hasn't been invented in their world yet.

By the way, when I started translating phrases from Ukrainian back into English, I realized that they could be translated differently from the original, and I started looking for the right page from the author and guess what? Some pictures in my book and the one posted by the author do not match! I wonder if it was because the book was still available for pre-order at that time and Alice Oseman later changed some pages for printing?

So if anyone here has the third volume in English, I would be very grateful if you open page 590 and write whether your pictures are the same as in my book or the same as in the author’s account (whiter version up here⬆️). By the way, I really like the softer color of the pages, so I made the background a little different. And I'm going to redraw some more moments I like there.

Fans of Charlie and Nick, Viktor and Jayce and anyone else are welcome to comment, I really love discussions, even if we have opposite opinions, the main thing is to conduct the discussion civilly.

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love--and--venom · 1 month ago

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Had Your Fun?

Summary: A mishap at the studio leaves you and your boyfriends waiting impatiently to record. Jooyeon decides it would be fun to do a livestream, so you all hide in a dance practice room for a couple hours. Unfortunately for you, the songs you were dancing to, live for thousands to see, showed off a bit too much for your boys' liking. So now you have to face the consequences

Warnings: Oh god where do I start, smut, oral (m + f receiving), anal sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (dont), double (triple??) peneration (p in v, a, mouth), possessive xdh, a few spanks, objectification, dubcon if you squint but safewords are in place, i think that's everything? lmk if i missed any

i don't have an explanation. i was apparently possessed by some kind of horny demon and wrote the nastiest smut i've ever written so far. and it's 12 fucking pages. anyway stream george the lobster

Based on this hard thought

also i did not proofread this i'm sleepy

Links to fancams for each song mentioned in the fic: ⬩Crazy Form⬩Teeth⬩Cyberpunk⬩Taste⬩Wake Up⬩GGUM ⬩

“What do you mean ‘the studio’s flooded’?!” Gunil shouted, making all of you pause in your tracks. Ten minutes ago, their manager texted the leader to wait in the lobby for a bit due to some “technical issues” they were having in their reserved recording booth. That did not sound like a technical issue. Gunil stormed a few feet away, whispering angrily into the phone while you and the other members shared a wary look.

“Fuck,” the drummer cursed after he hung up, running a hand through his hair.

“Everything alright?” You asked as you grabbed his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“No,” he sighed. “A pipe burst, so they had to close five of the recording booths, including ours.”

“Does that mean we can’t record today?” Jiseok grumbled, shoulders drooping with disappointment.

“We can, it’ll just be a while. We have to wait for one of the other booths to open up.” The boys all groaned. It could take hours for another group to finish up.

“So do we just go home until then?” Hyeongjun asked with a slight furrow in his brow.

“We can, but our manager also said that one of the dance practice rooms is open if we want to wait here,” Gunil explained. The group fell to silence as they weighed their options.

“If we hang out in the practice room, we could do a live,” Jooyeon suggested. Well, hanging out with the Villains was definitely a better option than sitting around at home. You made your way to the practice room, stopping briefly to grab a tripod. Gunil snagged one of the two chairs in the room and began setting up his phone to stream on Instagram. The other chair was quickly stolen by Jiseok, leaving the others to spread out on the floor.

“Will you get in trouble if I play music?” You asked, eyeing up the speaker against the wall. After getting the go-ahead, you connected your phone to the aux cord and pulled up your dance playlist while Gunil greeted the Villains and filled them in on their current predicament. You threw your hoodie onto your bag, leaving you in a tank top and joggers so you wouldn’t overheat while dancing to your music.

“Ah, that’s Y/N.” You perked up at the sound of our name. Jungsu had the chat open on his phone and was responding to comments. “She’s our sound tech, so she has to wait just like we do.”

“And she gets the zoomies,” Jiseok teased. You rolled your eyes at him before returning to half-heartedly performing the choreo to the current song.

“You’re in frame,” Gunil warned. “Do you want me to move the camera?”

“Nah, I don’t mind. Hi Villains! I hope my dancing isn’t too horrible,” you smiled and waved at the camera. For a while, things continued just like that: you absentmindedly answered questions thrown your way while the boys chatted about upcoming recording plans. You interrupted Jungsu as he was reading a comment with an excited scream when the intro to Crazy Form began playing.

“I think she likes this song,” Jooyeon laughed as you put way more effort into the choreography.

“Villains are saying we should be worried about Ateez,” Jungsu noted while scrolling the chat. Seungmin peeked over his shoulder, but the chat wasn’t offering any clarification. The first body roll hit and the boys had to fight to contain their surprise. Hyeongjun hid his mouth behind his hands when you did Wooyoung’s butt wiggle. Teeth came on next, and while the lyrics raised some concerns, the dance wasn’t as bad, so they relaxed a bit. That was a mistake on their end.

“Oh my god!” You froze, frantically looking for a chair while Cyberpunk started. “Jiseok, I need your chair now!” You hurriedly kicked him to the floor, knowing he was more lenient with you than Gunil was. You hopped on just in time for the lyrics to start. The warning looks began with Seungmin, but you were blissfully unaware as you continued to dance to Cyberpunk, then Taste. By the end of Wake Up, Hyeongjun was staring in horror with a bright pink flush while Jungsu, Seungmin, and Jiseok gave you the look. Jooyeon was absolutely delighted.

“Why are they so mad?” He whispered to Hyeongjun. “She looks good, dude.”

“Jooyeon,” the guitarist looked at him incredulously. “We’re on a live. We’re not the only ones watching her.” The smile immediately dropped from his face and now he, too, joined in the glaring contest. Gunil managed to remain neutral through all of this despite his growing annoyance. But he was fed up and turned to you once GGum started, completely ignoring the stream. You were in the middle of the first verse when you finally noticed them.

Oh, shit, you thought, faltering momentarily to consider your options. Fuck it, I’m in trouble anyway. You jumped right back into the dance, ignoring the ‘don’t you fucking dare’ eyes from the group as you finished out the choreography.

“Had your fun?” Gunil asked in between songs, raising an eyebrow at you since the camera couldn’t see his face.

“Uhhhh, yep!” You laughed somewhat nervously. You, in fact, did not have a death wish so you opted to switch to an alternative playlist and bring your stolen chair up to sit next to the leader. “So, do you guys have any questions about sound production?” You hoped to turn the attention away from yourself. It worked, since all six band members started reading the chat. You leaned forward, squinting to try and find some comments you could answer. Gunil’s hands shot up in front of you, palms to the camera, as the boys made various noises of shock and panic while your eyes widened at their reactions.

“Y/N, sit back.” You tilted your head at the drummer, confused until Jungsu handed you his sweater.

“Put it on,” he instructed and it dawned on you that you were in a tank top and leaning forward had put your tits on full display for the stream.

“T-Thanks,” you cleared your throat and pulled his sweater on. Several people in the chat were questioning the interaction, calling the boys out on their use of their ‘dom eyes’ throughout the stream. Gunil steered the conversation back to their production process, and things went normally for the next hour until the Villains pointed out how much you did to make sure the recordings were successful.

“Oh, trust me, these boys would be lost if I wasn’t here,” you bragged while they all rolled their eyes.

“Don’t you think you’re exaggerating just a bit?” Jiseok scoffed and crossed his arms.

“Nope! I am the literal backbone of your production team. You’re lucky I haven’t gotten sick or anything, cus if you had to deal with everything on your own, nothing would get done correct–”

“Okay, princess, we get it,” Seungmin interrupted, covering his intentions with sarcasm. Your jaw snapped shut and you immediately sat up straight, knowing exactly what that particular pet name meant for you.

“O.de, be nice,” Gunil warned the younger member. A knock on the door stole everyone’s attention as the manager for the freshly-debuted KickFlip poked her head in the room.

“We’re done in studio 7 if you guys want to take over,” she informed you with a bright smile. Gunil nodded and thanked her, then turned back to the stream once she left.

“All right, back to work. Thanks for hanging out with us, bye~!” You all waved goodbye to the stream until Gunil ended it. As soon as the camera was off, the leader squeezed your thigh, staring you down with an extremely unimpressed expression. Seungmin and Jungsu moved to stand in front of you, arms crossed and looking much more annoyed than the drummer.

“Oh, fuck,” you swore and drooped in your chair, hiding the bottom half of your face in the collar of your sweater.

“Yeah, ‘oh fuck’ is right, sweetheart,” Jungsu mocked while impatiently tapping his fingers on his bicep. The chair screeched against the floor as Gunil yanked you closer to him while Seungmin grabbed the back of the chair to loom over you.

“Did you have fun showing off what’s ours?” Seungmin asked as his eyes bore into yours.

“U-Uhm…” You trailed off, looking to the other three for help. They rapidly shook their heads.

“Nu-uh, babe. You did this to yourself,” Jiseok denied while making an ‘x’ with his fingers. Gunil turned you to face him, squishing your cheeks in his fingers.

“You’re lucky we need to record,” he chastised with a click of his tongue. “You better hope our Villains don’t post any screen recordings of you.” He patted your thigh and stood, signalling the other to back off, for now. The air was tense in the studio, but your (thankfully) clueless production manager quickly diffused the tension.

Villains certainly lived up to their name. Many, many videos were posted of the stream. Most of them gushed about how well you performed the choreography, but there were some that clipped together all of the moments where the boys slipped up.

‘Am I insane or were they staring at her a little too hard 👀’

‘Oh shit, they were giving her the same look my dom gives me when i misbehave’

‘I would pay real money to have o.de look at me like that’

These were just some of the comments under one of the videos, and you didn’t even know they were being made. Not until you got back to your apartment.

“Knees,” Gunil ordered once the door was closed. You immediately scurried to the living room with Hyeongjun moving to do the same.

“Not you this time,” Jungsu stopped him by grabbing his wrist. “Sit back and watch or do as we say, up to you.” He nodded slowly, following the others to sit on the couch while you sat on your knees in front of Gunil.

“Villains made edits of you already,” Jiseok said while scrolling through tiktok. “You should see some of the comments.”

“I’ll ask again,” Seungmin began while leaning on the arm of the couch next to the drummer. “Did you have fun showing off what’s ours?”

“I didn’t mean to,” you argued quietly as your nails dug into your knees. “I didn’t realize—”

“Yes you did,” Gunil cut you off and you pressed your lips into a thin line. “Maybe not at first, but you knew toward the end.”

“But you disobeyed anyway. Why?” Jungsu asked, arching one eyebrow expectantly.

“Uhm, well, y-y’know. I knew I was in trouble anyway…” you trailed off as your heart beat wildly in your chest.

“So you decided to make it worse,” Seungmin scoffed, shaking his head while Gunil leaned forward to hook a finger under your chin.

“You know the deal, baby. Bad girls get punished. So,” Gunil paused when Jungsu tapped him on the shoulder, prompting the drummer to move closer. Jungsu covered his mouth as he whispered, making you squirm in place. The corner of Gunil’s mouth twitched up. He nodded, relaxing into the back of the couch with one arm crossed behind his head, the other draped lazily across his lap.

“Hyeongjun,” Jungsu turned his attention to the three members sitting on the other end of the couch. Hyeongjun tensed slightly.

“Y-Yeah?”

“Strip her for us.” He immediately jumped off the couch to pull you to your feet, stopping with his hands curled around the hem of your shirt to glance between Gunil and Seungmin.

“Can I kiss her? Please?”

“You’ve been good, so you can do whatever you want without asking permission this time,” Gunil answered. “Just one rule: don’t let her cum.”

“Yes, sir,” Hyeongjun mumbled before crashing his lips into yours, squeezing your hips as he licked into your mouth. Jungsu swatted the back of your thigh when your hands fell naturally onto Hyeongjun’s shoulders, making you whimper into the kiss.

“Hands to yourself, sweetheart. You don’t get to touch us until you’ve earned it,” Jungsu instructed, slapping your ass at your hesitation. Your hands dropped to your sides, curling into fists and digging your nails into your palms. Seungmin’s eyebrows raised as he finally caught on to Jungsu’s plan.

“Arms up,” Hyeongjun whispered against your lips, practically tearing your sweater and tank top off before your arms were fully raised. The rest of your clothes followed suit, crumpled in a useless pile on the floor, leaving you the only one fully naked. Hyeongjun’s eyes flicked between you and Gunil apprehensively.

“Go ahead, baby. Do what you want,” Gunil reassured him, making a devious smirk grow on the guitarist’s face. He bit his lip, looking back at you while nearly bursting at the seams in his excitement.

“Sit between Jiseok and Jooyeon,” he instructed as he took a step back. You hesitated again, earning another sharp slap on your ass, this time from Seungmin.

“You better listen to him, princess,” he warned you with a slight tilt of his head. You sat down and let Hyeongjun maneuver your legs, draping them over one knee from the boys on either side of you to keep you spread open. He dropped to his knees, giving you no warning before licking a thick stripe over your clit. Your hands instinctively threaded through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp as your hips bucked forward.

“Hey, brat, put your hands to better use,” Jungsu ordered, gesturing to Jiseok and Jooyeon with his chin. “Jerk them off.”

“You don’t get to cum until you make us cum,” Gunil noted. “That sounds fair, doesn’t it, princess?” You nodded, whining when Hyeongjun’s tongue circled your entrance. You hastily shoved down Jiseok’s sweatpants just enough to free his cock. You turned to do the same for Jooyeon, only to see that he had beaten you to it. You spat into your palms, pumping both of them with as much coordination as your fucked-out mind could handle.

“Hyeongjun,” Jungsu said to call the guitarist’s attention. Hyeongjun hummed in acknowledgment, the vibrations sending a spark of pleasure down your spine. “Get her ready for me, sweet boy.”

“Mkay,” he slurred and pulled back slightly, pulling a broken whine from your throat as the fire building in your lower belly died out from the lack of contact. He sucked on two of his fingers, then using a mix of his saliva and your arousal, he slowly pushed one into your ass while leaning back in to lap at your clit.

“Breathe, baby,” Jooyeon softly encouraged as he noticed you subconsciously holding your breath. You took a deep, shuddering breath, giving yourself more fuel to moan pathetically. Jiseok’s head tipped back, squeezing his eyes shut as his hips rolled up to meet your hand.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he panted. Your hand tightened around his cock, twisting your wrist at the base in a way you knew drove him wild. On your other side, Jooyeon pushed Hyeongjun’s hair out of his face to watch his tongue and fingers disappear in both of your holes. The bassist lost all composure when he noticed Hyeongjun’s unoccupied hand slide into his pants, palming himself to the taste of you and the sound of your whimpering. A few more pumps had Jiseok spilling ropes of cum over your hand, followed quickly by Jooyeon, their moans sending a rush of heat straight to your pussy.

“Enough, Hyeongjun,” Seungmin warned him when you showed all the signs of your own orgasm approaching. Hyeongjun either didn’t care or didn’t hear him over his heart pounding in his ears, cus he didn’t pull away from you.

“I said enough,” Seungmin growled and roughly yanked Hyeongjun back by his hair. A high-pitched whine escaped his throat, and he panted as a wet patch grew on the front of his sweatpants.

“Poor thing just needed a little pain to cum,” Jungsu cooed with mock sympathy. Seungmin rolled his eyes, releasing his hold on Hyeongjun’s hair before returning to his place next to Gunil.

“He’s lucky that she fucked up way worse, otherwise I’d be punishing him, too,” Seungmin scoffed and crossed his arms.

“Come here, princess,” Gunil beckoned you with a wave of his hand. You stood on shaky legs, letting the drummer pull you down to straddle him once you were in arm’s reach. He shifted so his back was against the arm of the couch, putting your face level with Seungmin’s still-clothed cock.

“You’re going to keep my cock warm in your pretty little pussy while Jungsu and Seungmin have their way with you. Understand?” Gunil asked with one eyebrow raised.

“Yes, sir,” you replied without hesitation, nodding rapidly. He smirked and patted your hip to get you to rise up on your knees. He pushed his pants down his thighs before lining himself up and guiding you down to sit on his lap, this time with his cock buried deep in your cunt. You barely had time to adjust before Jungsu’s fingers thrust into your ass.

“Hyeongjun did good with you, huh?” He mumbled absentmindedly, removing his fingers to spit on your back entrance. Despite their harsh words, they still made sure to help you relax as Jungsu sank his cock in your ass. Gunil’s hands ran up and down your sides while Jungsu used his thumbs to trace gentle circles on your hips.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” Seungmin cupped your cheeks as he praised you, swiping away any stray tears that dripped down your face. “Taking your punishment like such a good girl.”

“I’m in, sweetheart. Let me know when I can move,” Jungsu murmured, pressing kisses down your spine as he waited patiently for you to adjust to having both holes filled.

“What’s your color?” Gunil asked.

“Green. Bu-But I need to hold myself up, and I-I don’t know where to put my hands without touching,” you replied while flexing your hands where they hung at your sides. Gunil brought your hands up to rest on his chest, making your eyes go wide.

“It’s okay, baby,” he softly reassured you. “Just keep them here.” You nodded, taking another deep, calming breath to help regain some semblance of composure.

“Move, please.” With your confirmation, Jungsu dug his fingers into your hips, pulling out halfway so he could snap his hips against your ass. Your nails scratched down Gunil’s chest through his shirt as Jungsu fell into a steady rhythm.

“Fuck,” Gunil moaned as his eyes momentarily rolled back. “God, I’ll never get tired of feeling him fuck your ass from inside you.” You whined in response while Seungmin gathered your hair in a makeshift ponytail.

“Open.” You looked up with watery eyes, nearly drooling as he stroked his dick inches from your face. He raised an eyebrow, tugging your hair as a reminder to listen. Your jaw dropped, letting your tongue hang out. He tapped his tip against it, giving you a taste of his pre-cum before pushing your head down far enough to briefly trigger your gag reflex. Unlike Jungsu, Seungmin lazily fucked your mouth, watching the saliva drip down your chin through hooded eyes.

“Shit, ‘m close,” Jungsu panted as he leaned down to suck dark purple marks along the side of your neck, supporting his weight with one shaky arm on the back of the couch. Gunil’s hand shot up to press against Jungsu’s shoulder to keep him from collapsing on you.

“Easy, babe,” the drummer gently warned.

“Good, ‘m good. I got it,” Jungsu insisted through breathy moans. “Gonna cum in you, sweetheart. Gonna pump your pretty little ass full of it, fuck.” HIs teeth dug into your shoulder as he continued to fuck you through his orgasm, prolonging his pleasure and making you whimper around Seungmin’s cock.

“Oh, fuck,” Seungmin cursed, tightening his grip on your hair as the vibrations from your moans sent him abruptly over the edge. Your mouth was flooded with the salty taste of his cum. He pulled out, hooking a finger under your chin. “Let me see.” You opened your mouth to show him the white liquid coating your tongue. He smirked, then pressed his lips to your forehead. “Swallow,” he mumbled against your skin. You obeyed immediately, shuddering at the sensitivity from Jungsu pulling out to collapse into the couch cushions.

“One more, baby. Then it’s your turn,” Gunil promised while rolling his hips up. You squealed at the sensation, fire running through your veins from getting stimulation after staying wrapped patiently around him for so long. He propped himself up on one elbow, dragging his tongue from between your breasts up to your collarbone. He pressed heated, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, adding to the marks Jungsu left earlier. Your thighs trembled with the effort of holding back your swiftly approaching orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last long with you squeezing me like that,” Gunil admitted with an airy laugh. “Seungmin–”

“I know, I got her,” Seungmin cut him off as he moved to Jungsu’s previous position behind you. His chest met your back while his arms wrapped around you. His chin rested on your shoulder as his fingers trailed feather-light up your inner thighs and across your tummy before roughly cupping your tits. Your eyes clamped shut so you could focus on holding back rather than the warmth of Seungmin’s hands and the way Gunil’s cock brushed against your cervix. You gasped, eyes snapping back open when one of Seungmin’s hands abandoned your chest in favor of rubbing tight circles on your clit.

“F-Fuck, I can’t-! Let me cum, please. Wanna be good for you, bu-but I can’t hold it,” you helplessly begged, throwing your head back onto Seungmin’s shoulder since neither of them stopped or even slowed down.

“You can and you will,” Seungmin borderline growled in your ear. His breath fanning over the sensitive skin on your neck sent another shiver down your spine.

“Please,” you whimpered, completely forgetting about the ‘no touching’ rule as your nails dug into Seungmin’s forearm.

“Please, what, princess?” Gunil asked after pulling back far enough to watch you writhe against Seungmin’s chest. Tears now freely ran down your cheeks as you attempted to speak between broken whines and high-pitched moans.

“Let me cum! Please, fuck, wanna cum,” you cried. “Please, pleasepleaseplease–”

“Jiseok, shut her up,” Gunil ordered, shooting a pointed look at the guitarist. He shot out of his seat, crashing his lips into yours to messily swallow your pleas. He threaded his fingers through the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling slightly to give his tongue more room to lick into your mouth. Your chest heaved while Jiseok dragged his tongue along yours, making more spit pool at the corners of your mouth.

“Fuck,” Gunil swore under his breath as his thrusts got sloppier the closer he got to his orgasm. His hips stuttered after a few more harsh thrusts, flooding your pussy with his cum. You whined into Jiseok’s mouth, gripping his bicep desperately with both hands.

“Cum for us, princess,” Seungmin encouraged while pressing down on your clit- hard. All of your muscles tensed as the overwhelming wave of pleasure crashed into you. If Jiseok wasn’t there to dampen your screams, you definitely would’ve gotten a noise complaint. You winced as Gunil pulled out, vaguely registering him and Seungmin maneuvering your body to a more comfortable position. The two of them whispered praises while running their hands along your skin to help bring you down from your high. Once you came back to your senses, you looked up at Gunil from where you sat in his lap.

“There you are, pretty girl,” he grinned when he noticed your bleary eyes on him. “I want you to sit with Seungmin and Jungsu while I grab some stuff to clean you up, okay?” You nodded, prompting Gunil to place you between the two keyboard players before heading toward the bathroom.

“You did so good for us, sweetheart,” Jungsu smiled fondly as you pressed your cheek into the palm of his hand.

“Is Hyeongjun okay?” Your voice was muffled from your squished cheek, making you a little difficult to hear. Since you were so cute, though, none of the boys really minded.

“I’m good, love,” he reassured you, knowing you wouldn’t be able to relax until you knew that both of you were being taken care of.

“Alright,” Gunil started as he returned to the living room to scoop you off the couch. “Let’s get you in the bath, then we can watch that movie you’ve been talking about.”

“Yay,” you cheered quietly. He shook his head with a short laugh.

“You’re lucky I love you, that we love you.”

“I love you, too. All of you.”

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maverices · 3 months ago

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post-TG AU, in which Mav gets re-assigned to another squadron after his own is dissolved, and is greeted by a familiar face. set a couple of years after the movie. (wordcount: ~1k)

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„Commander Kazansky, I believe you know Lieutenant Commander Mitchell? He’s been assigned to fill the spot in your squadron.“

Wait, what?

„Yes, thank you, Captain.“ If Iceman is surprised to see him, he doesn’t let it show on his face. Maverick isn’t too sure what his own is doing, in part because he has no idea what he’s feeling.

„Maverick.“

He controls his face, takes the offered hand and squeezes it, briefly.

„Iceman.“

The captain glances between them, looking for god-knows-what, and then nods. „I’ll leave you to it.“

They both stand to attention until he’s left the room.

„So,“ Mav drawls, turning to face Ice, „who am I replacing?“

„Me.“

„What?“

„Our CO was injured and had to take an extended medical leave. The position has been filled, but we’re still a pilot short.“

„And by the position being filled you mean…“

„I am the commanding officer of the VFA-25.“

„So you’re like, a Commander-commander now.“ Ice’s blank expression is definitely straining now, and Maverick really needs to move on from this.

„Is this going to be a problem? I can ask for you to be re-assigned, if that’s what you want.“

„And leave me with yet another mark on my record? No, thank you.“

„There are ways to do this that wouldn’t reflect badly on either of us.“

„I’ll manage. Sir.“

Ice doesn’t bare his teeth at him the way he used to, but Mav is still intimately familiar with the way frustration looks on his face.

„Look, Mav. I didn’t request for you to be here, but I am glad that you are. I would love to fly with you again, and that’s why I need to know that we’re on the same page here.“

„And what page would that be?“

„You are my friend, Mav, and my wingman. I trust you, with my life.“ He draws a deep breath, clenching his fist around the backrest of his chair, a concession to his emotions Mav has never seen him make. (Only heard, guessed at, in an empty locker room back at Miramar.) „But as of today, you are also my direct subordinate. I need you to separate Ice, your friend, from Commander Kazansky, your CO.“

„You give this speech to everyone in your squadron?“

„No?“

„So you trust them to keep things professional, but not me? Jesus Christ, Ice, I’ve been in the Navy as long as you. I clawed my way up from the Reserve to become one of the best aviators the Navy has, and I can guarantee you, while my sheer talent and my irrestible charm has opened me a lot of doors, they would have closed just as quickly if I didn’t learn the importance of keeping my mouth shut, occasionally. I know how this works.“

Under any other circumstances, Mav would tease the hell out of Ice for his stunned expression. In contrast to his usual aloof arrogance, he’s doing the Iceman-equivalent of staring at Mav with his jaw on the floor.

Ice rubs a hand over his face, and sinks into his chair.

„I know,“ he mumbles. „I know that. I didn’t mean to come at you like this, it’s just-- it’s not you, it’s me.“

Ice grimaces the second he says it, and Mav starts laughing despite the tension in the air.

„Real original, Kazansky. Got any more where that came from, or are you going to tell me what’s really going on here?“

Ice hesitates, so Mav adds with a conspiratioral smirk, „Y’know, just as a friend telling a friend his troubles.“

„Did you know I’m the second-youngest officer in the squadron? Third-youngest, now that you’re here. I’ve only served as XO for three months. Commander Rowles was training me up to replace him, eventually, but that was not going to be for another few years.“

„You think you’re not qualified for the job?“

„What? No, of course I’m qualified.“

Mav can’t help the snort that escapes him, and immediately shrinks under Ice’s glare.

„You disgreeing, Mitchell?“

„No, no, not at all, it’s just-- I forgot how fucking arrogant you can be.“

„It’s not arrogance if--

„If you’ve got the skill to back it up, yes, I’m aware, it’s basically my life motto. So if you’re qualified, and you presumably want the job, what’s got your panties in a twist? Not to inflate your ego even more than it already is, but you’re a natural leader. Most of our class fell in line behind you after day one, and let me tell you, that’s not how it usually works.“

At least that’s what Viper told him when after the first week of training the class had been clearly split into three groups who were constantly antagonizing each other. Apparently, theirs was the only group in years that hadn’t needed any more than the initial speech about teamwork to cooperate in any combination. Well, almost any combination.

„Except for you.“

„Except for me, but I respected you, even if your by-the-book flying annoyed the hell out of me. Honestly never thought it possible to be as good as you are without stretching the rules a little.“

„And yet, orthodox flying wouldn’t have gotten me or anyone else out of a confrontation with five MiGs alive.“

Mav blinks, once. „Careful, Kazansky, that almost sounded like a concession to my superior skills.“

„Imagination has always been your greatest strength.“

Tone, lock, hit. Mav cracks up, bending over from the force of his laughter, before collapsing into the visitor’s chair. Ice’s face is doing something strange, caught half-way between amusement and something far, far softer that Maverick carefully catalogues, but doesn’t point out.

„You’re still dodging my question. You’re qualified, you’re a good leader, if a little young. So what?“

Ice sighs. „I need them to respect me. Not just as a fellow aviator, but as their CO.“

Mav frowns. „Do they not? I’m sure your CO wouldn’t have picked you as a XO if they didn’t.“

„They do.“

„So, what? Come on, Ice, just spit it out.“

„How can I demand respect and subordination from aviators older and more experienced than me, if I can’t earn it from my peers and juniors?“

„Oh.“

„Yes.“

„To be entirely clear, am I your peer or your junior in this scenario?“

„Maverick.“

„Because depending on the answer I might take you up on that re-assignment offer.“

„Mav.“

„I’m kidding. What do you need from me?“

„I need you to pay me the same respect you would any other commanding officer.“

„Done. Although I’d like to point out that I’m not exactly known for my polite and respectful conduct.“

Ice pinches the bridge of his nose. Mav is getting more expressions out of him in this conversation than he’d seen in the weeks they spent getting on each other’s nerves at Miramar.

„I’m aware. That’s why we’re having this conversation in the first place. Just-- I don’t know, reign it in a little? At least for the first few weeks, especially around the rookie. I don’t want him to get any wrong impressions about me.“

„What, that you’re not just ‚ice-cold, no mistakes‘?“

„Ideally, yes.“

„Why?“ Mav wishes he could take the question back the second it’s out of his mouth. He’ll need to work on his impulse control, if he doesn’t want Ice to kick him off the squad within 48 hours.

Ice looks just as taken aback, so Mav starts back-pedalling.

„Nevermind. Forget I asked.“ There could be any number of reasons for Ice being the way he is, and none of them are Mav’s business.

He rises out of his chair and salutes. „Commander.“

Thankfully, Ice gets the message, and stands up.

„My XO is expecting you in the mess hall. He will show you around, introduce you to the squad, and answer any additional questions. Report in for the briefing on your first hop at 0700 tomorrow.“

„Yes, sir.“

„I look forward to flying with you, Commander. Dismissed.“

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OUR PATHS | 14. what tactics sweetie (wc: 0.6k)

THE DOOR of the cafe kept swinging open and setting off the door chime, causing you to flinch at the sight of any newcomers. although it was only a minute past your set meeting time with yangyang, you couldn’t help but feel the immense anxiety take over your body. breakups? you’ve never broken up with anyone. you had only been broken up with once, and it was jaemin who broke up with you—which seems incredibly ironic now. the sound of the door chime ringing again caught your attention, and to your surprise, this time it was actually yangyang walking through the door. he smiled when he finally saw you in the back of the room, that same easy smile that always made you feel at ease. but today, it only deepened the pang in your chest.

“hi!” yangyang greeted, taking the chair in front of you. “sorry i’m a couple minutes late, there was traffic. are you okay? you seemed... kinda serious in your text.”

you bit your lip, eyes darting away. “yeah, i wanted to talk about us.”

yangyang frowned slightly but nodded. “okay. what’s on your mind?”

you fiddled with the straw of your drink, words catching in your throat. “you’ve been so good to me, yangyang. honestly, you’ve been everything i thought i needed.”

yangyang’s brows furrowed, and a trace of concern flickered in his eyes. “but?”

“but... i’ve realized that i’m not being fair to you,” you admitted. “i thought i was ready to move on, but the truth is, i’m not. everything that’s been going on lately just brought up all of these feelings and questions that i still have for myself, that i’ll never get the answer to if i don’t try. and it’s not right for me to drag you into that.”

yangyang sat back and quietly processed everything you were laying out for him. “you’re still in love with jaemin, i take it?”

your head snapped up, startled. “how did you...?”

he gave you a funny look and waited for you to realize that it was obvious. “i’m not blind, y/n. i think a part of me always knew. you’re here with me, but... part of you isn’t. and ever since halloween, things have been different.”

your mind was racing, feeling terrible about everything. “i didn’t mean to hurt you. you deserve someone who is fully on the same page as you, and i just realized that i’m not. i wish i could, but i just—”

yangyang reached over and gently placed his hand over yours. “i get it,” he said softly. “while i’m sad, cause i do like you and spending time with you, i’d rather you be honest with me than force anything between us. it hurts, sure, but... i appreciate you telling me the truth. i can’t be too mad can i? from the beginning, we said it wasn’t anything too serious.”

you looked down at your joined hands, your heart slightly aching at the sight. “you’re an amazing person, yangyang. you’ll make someone so, so happy. i’m just sorry it can’t be me.”

he squeezed your hand once before letting go. “i’ll find someone, c’mon, y/n… i mean, look at me!” he flashed you a smile in hopes to calm you down.

you chuckled, feeling a weight lifted from your shoulders. “thank you. for everything.”

yangyang stood up and gathered his things. you felt silly creating all the hassle just for a 15 minute conversation, but you knew you had to do this the right way. “thank you too, y/n. i think you helped me realize that i do want a relationship again. and i really am rooting for you and jaemin to figure things out. i hope we can still be friends, if that’s okay?”

you stood up alongside him, leaning in for a hug. “of course.”

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Can’t Let Go (Pt 2)

Jimmy Uso x Black Fem Reader

(Part 1)

A/N: This is inspired by an Adele song called “Can’t Let Go.” Please give it a listen if you’ve never heard it. It will enhance your reading experience (I hope 😂).

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Warning: Some profanity but that’s about it.

Summary: Two years after your relationship with Jonathan Fatu ended due to infidelity on his end you received a letter from him. After more than one year of silence, your curiosity got the best of you, and against your better judgement, you opened it. Suddenly, the emotions you worked so hard to bury came rushing back. Now you must figure out your next steps. Do you proceed on with life like you never opened the letter? Or are you finally ready to sit down and talk to him?

Word Count: 3k

A/N: It took way too long to update this but I still love the idea so here we are. I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors or typos I may have missed during my proofreading.

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"What's up with you Y/N? You've been acting strange all day girl." Jade's voice was laced with concern and curiosity as she leaned forward, her elbows resting on the clothed table of your favorite outside restaurant. The gentle clinking of cutlery and the low hum of city traffic filled the air around you but you barely registered it over your thoughts.

Reacting to her words you moved your attention from the chicken salad you were barely eating to look up at her. Her half-eaten plate was left unattended as her light brown eyes searched your face. Quickly you avoided her gaze and started fiddling with your fork. You'd hoped to make it through this outing without her noticing that something was off about you. But with your many years of knowing Jade Washington, you knew the chances of that were slim. One major con of having a psychotherapist as a best friend, you could get nothing past her.

And you couldn't rightfully be bothered about it either because she wasn't wrong. You had been acting strange. Normally you rushed to Jade with your issues but you weren't ready to divulge this one just yet. You and Jade barely got time off from your careers so when you did manage to get a few free days you wanted to make the best of them. Today was supposed to be about manicures, pedicures, shopping, and good food. The last thing you wanted to do was sour the mood with your baggage.

But nothing could distract you from the storm that came in the form of an envelope last night.

Why did you have to open that damn letter? Now you couldn't focus on anything or anyone for more than a couple of minutes without your mind reverting to the words that were penned across those pages.

Dear Y/N,

I can't believe I'm doing something as corny as writing you a letter. But I wanted you to know that every word was meant and I feel like writing it out is the best way to show that to you. Plus I have no other way to contact you without looking like a stalker. But that's my fault. It's my fault that it's been two years and the only way I get to see your face or hear your voice is in old videos and pictures. It's my fault that you removed yourself from my life two years ago and now it seems like I never existed to you. Did I mention that it's been two years? I remember the first time I saw you looking lost in the hallway back when we were in high school. Being nosy and saying something to you that day is still one of the best decisions I've ever made. Because from that day forward, you had me and I had you. I never thought there would be a time in my life when things would be different. I never thought I would find myself having to live my life without you in it. But here I am. But again, that's my fault. I fucked up and I can't apologize enough for it. I would write I'm sorry a thousand times on this paper if I thought that would make you acknowledge me again. You don't want to hear shit that I have to say. And I've tried. I've tried so many times Y/N. But I understand it though. I'm a piece of shit for breaking your heart and trust me I feel it every single day. Not a day goes by that I don't think about you. I miss you so fucking much. It took me a while but once I realized that you really didn't want anything to do with me anymore I decided to fall back. I knew that I had to leave you alone so we both could get on with our lives. And I planned on doing that forever because that's obviously what you want. But I can't do it Y/N. I don't understand how you expect me to just let you go. What am I supposed to do just forget about everything we had and fall out of love with you? I've tried and I just can't do it Y/N. I guess it's not as easy for me as it seems to be for you. I know I don't deserve for you to ever speak to me again. Hell, you might not even open this letter. But if you do after all this time, that means you must still care a little bit about what I have to say. Everything between us was left so unfinished Y/N. You left me while I was on the road and I haven't seen or heard from you since. That's crazy.

I feel like I would have a better chance at moving on if I could get the chance to sit down and talk to you. Just one conversation Y/N. That's all I'm asking. Just one chance to make things right. I hope that isn't too much.

Love, Jon

You read that letter 5 times more than needed before you were able to rest your thoughts enough to fall asleep. And even then your dreams were restless and jumbled filled with unwanted memories of Jonathan.

His smile.

The sound of his laughter.

Stupid shit that you hadn't allowed yourself to think about in umpteen months.

"What's on your mind?" Jade asked, her voice gentle but persistent as she pulled you back to the present. She reached across the table and brushed her freshly french-tipped fingers against your hand.

"I've known you since 10th grade and on top of that I'm a damn therapist. I know when something is bothering you. What's up?" she urged.

Reluctantly you moved your eyes to meet hers again before letting out a sigh and slumping back into your chair.

"Jonathan Fatu," you said, forcing the name out as you watched her reaction. Her eyes grew to the size of saucers in instant understanding. That name was supposed to be forbidden territory. It was damn near like saying Candy Man five times in the mirror. You didn't do it and the people around you including Jade knew not to. You hadn't spoken that name aloud in over a year nor had you allowed yourself to think of him for more than a few fleeting moments.

Thinking about him for more than 60 seconds led you to a dark place. A place that you fought hard to stay away from.

Jonathan cheating on you happened so unexpectedly and it left you feeling completely blindsided and shattered. You never had any worries about Jonathan stepping outside of your relationship because you had it in your mind that he would never do that. Not to you. Especially when he knew what you went through with Trevor, the doctor you almost married. Plus you two had been in each other's lives since you both were 16 years old. Jade aside, he was your best friend. And you thought you were his.

So never in a million years would you have thought he would break your heart that way.

But he did.

He had damaged you so badly that there were days when your mom would walk in on you sitting and staring out the window like Bella fucking Swan. You and Jade used to always joke about that movie. Saying how over dramatic Bella was being. You never imagined that one day you would understand what she was going through. But eventually, you clawed your way out of the hole you'd fallen into, and the only way you could move forward was to suppress everything about Jonathan.

At first, it was difficult because he was still going through everybody and their mama to reach you. But his year of silence aided in your healing, or so you thought.

Now it seemed like that letter was unraveling the careful progress you'd make in piecing your life back together. You had convinced yourself that you'd moved on and yet here you were questioning everything.

"He sent me a letter," you revealed to Jade, your voice tinged with bitter amusement. "Of all things."

She sat back, her shoulders settling into the chair as she gave you her full attention. You could already feel this turning into an impromptu therapy session. Yet again another con of having a psychotherapist for a best friend. She always psychoanalyzed you making it hard to have a simple conversation between two best friends.

"My mom gave it to me yesterday." you continued, tracing patterns on the tablecloth with your fingertips. "He sent it there because you know he doesn't know where I live"

"I was going to ask you if you read it but by the look on your face I can tell that you did," Jade said to you. "So now my question is why?"

"What do you mean?" you responded even though you had a small clue on the direction she might be headed in.

"Y/N," she began, her voice gentle but firm, "after two years of unhealthily ignoring what happened between you and him, you had to know reading that letter would trigger you. We both know that you've never allowed yourself to properly heal. And you opening that letter definitely shows it. If you were completely at peace with Jonathan you wouldn't have needed to know what was in it and you damn sure wouldn't be sitting across from me looking like you've seen a ghost."

"Thanks for the consultation, Doctor Washington," you muttered in response with an eye roll, though deep down, you knew every word she spoke was the hard truth.

You tried to throw the letter away because you knew it wouldn't lead to anything good. You knew it wouldn't lead to anything good because rather than come to terms with what happened between you and Jonathan, you just learned to ignore it. You learned how to mask and live with the ache in your heart. You knew it wasn't healthy but it was how you got through the day without crying and you were so tired of crying.

For two years you had carefully built a facade that even you believed in until your mom handed you that letter. Now there were cracks in the foundation.

"What was in it ..... the letter?" Jade asked bringing your clouded mind back to her.

"He .... he sounds very remorseful and uh ... he wants me to talk to him .... in person."

Jade mulled over your words while she picked up her glass and took a sip of her iced tea.

"I think you should," she announced, and before you could say a word in protest she held her hand up to cut you off.

"Listen Y/N I wouldn't be saying this if I thought you were truly over him. But you're not. There are movies you won't watch, places you won't go, and even food you won't eat just because it reminds you of him. That's no way to live." she explained to you as you sat across from her trying to keep an open mind.

But just the mere thought of physically seeing Jonathan again was making your stomach churn with nerves.

"I'm glad you opened that letter because if it wasn't that it was going to be something else. I think it's time Y/N. Ignoring something isn't the same as healing from it."

You wanted so badly to argue against her words but again, she was right. You thought you had everything handled but in all actuality, Jonathan still had control over you and your emotions. You hadn't thought much about it until now.

"You need closure Y/N. Not for him .... for you," she added.

"And ............ you have to tell him about the baby."

Your stomach twisted painfully as you eyed her trying to maintain your composure. You couldn't believe that she went there. She just trampled all over more forbidden territory.

"I don't have to tell him about that." you forced out lowly.

"Yes, you do Y/N. Even though I can't stand him for what he did he still deserves to know. It was his child too."

Two years ago a little over a month after you left Jonathan you went to the doctor because you kept having terrible fits of nausea. You left your appointment with an ultrasound picture in your hand and a headache. It didn't take long for you to conclude that you didn't want to go through with it. No more than a week later you had terminated the pregnancy and the only person who knew about it was Jade. She was there for you but she didn't support the fact that you did it without telling Jonathan. She said no matter what y'all went through he had the right to know. But at the time you weren't trying to hear that. You knew you wanted to keep Jonathan out of your life and having his child would've done the opposite.

You had so much hatred in your heart for him at the time that your heartbreak clouded your judgment. You didn't care then. You weren't thinking about right or wrong.

But now? You weren't so sure.

The silence between you stretched out, heavy, and uncomfortable. Jade didn't push. She just watched you, waiting for you to come to the conclusion you knew was inevitable.

Maybe it was time to face Jonathan.

******************************************** Hours after your outing with Jade you were back at your apartment with Jonathan on your mind more than he had been in months. Jade's words were painfully hard to ignore and they were eating at you.

"Ignoring something isn't the same as healing from it" kept replaying in your mind on an endless loop. You were conflicted and needed more insight. Your fingers hovered over your phone as you leaned against the island in your kitchen. You decided to reach out to someone else who might give you more clarity, Joshua, Jonathan's twin. He knew him better than anybody.

You shot Joshua a quick and simple text that read "Are you busy? Can I call you right quick?"

He responded minutes later letting you know that he was free to take your call.

"What is your brother on?" is the first thing you said to him once you got him on the phone.

You were too wired up for greetings even though this was the first time you had interacted with him in almost two months. The lack of communication between you two was on your end. Yes, you still considered Joshua to be a close friend but there was only so much you could take of him before he reminded you too much of Jonathan. And you think he understood that because he never pressed the issue. He just made sure you were okay every once in a while.

"Hey to you too ........... and huh?" Joshua responded after a beat of silence. You could hear the confusion in his voice.

"I got his letter," you said.

You were more than sure that Joshua already knew about it. You knew that he and Jonathan shared everything. So you doubted that Jonathan sent you something that he didn’t run by his brother first.

"Oh. He's not on nothing. He just wants what he's been wanting for the last two years, for you to talk to him." Joshua told you straightforwardly.

"You think I should?" you asked him.

Joshua hesitated before saying "I think you should do what's best for you. But honestly, he hasn't been right since he lost you and I know making shit okay with you again would put him back on track."

"Back on track?" you questioned.

"He's just been on some self-sabotage type of stuff lately. Got a few DUIs. Dumb shit." Joshua revealed to you.

"And you think that's got something to do with me?" you asked him.

You had no idea how Jonathan's life was going without you. You convinced yourself that you didn't care a long time ago and stuck with it. But the thought of Jonathan spiraling and jeopardizing everything he worked hard for sent an unexpected ache through your chest.

"Yeah…… some of it" Joshua answered truthfully.

"Is his number the same?" you pushed the question out before you gave yourself enough time to change your mind.

"Nah ... he had to get a new one after ....." Joshua began than trailed off once he remembered why Jonathan had to get a new number.

After he got exposed for cheating on me you bitterly thought to yourself.

"Just send it to me Josh..... I'll talk to you later," you said then waited for his "alright" before you ended the call. About two minutes later Joshua sent you the number and you stared at it for a moment before programming it into your phone.

Without thinking you quickly typed and sent a short message to the number that read "Jon, it's Y/N"

You knew that this was a now-or-never moment. If you gave yourself any more time to dwell on it you were going to talk yourself out of it.

Jonathan must've already had his phone out in his hands because he responded to you in literal seconds stating that he really couldn't text and asked if he could call you. You didn't know if you were mentally prepared to hear his voice but you sent him sure regardless.

Seconds later you watched the words Jon's New Number flash across your screen. Taking a deep breath, you braced yourself and then answered.

"Y/N?" his tone was cautious, almost disbelieving.

You hadn't heard his voice since listening to those voice messages so long ago. Hearing it now caused you to become stuck for a moment.

"Y/N?" Jonathan questioned again.

"Uh yeah," you said as you snapped yourself out of it.

"I got your letter. If you find yourself in Florida anytime soon I'm willing to have a conversation with you," you spoke the words robotically and before he could respond you ended the call.

"What the fuck did I just do?" you muttered to yourself before placing your head down on the island as you dreaded what the future would hold. But despite the overwhelming emotions you were feeling at the moment, you knew it was time.

Part 3

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