#cuddle just felt so weird for him to say so i double checked

[paperconsumption]

anyway tetora didn’t say cuddle he asked to play oshikura manju thank you engstars for your fantastic translation work

[annahxredaxted]

Always Enough

Characters: Guy/Honey

Tw: cursing.

Honey feels bad for being standoffish.

•••

“Baaaa-Byyyy…? Are you here in the living room? Ohh there you are hi honey!” Guy giggled and sat next to them, they didn’t look at him, but had a half smile. The half he couldn’t see of course.

“Hi.” Honey mumbled, flicking through Shows on some streaming service. “How was your nap?” They asked, turning to look at him. Guys hair was a wreck to say the least, bed head, cowlicks and thrashing around mixed in one.

“Mmm it was good thanks! Now how are you my sweet pumpkin?” He said with a baby voice.

“It’s not even October yet.” Honey mumbled. Which earned a smile from guy.

“I knoww but when you look so cute and cuddly in that orange shirt you can’t expect me not to say anything!” Guy explained while talking with his hands.

Honey looked down, double checking the shirts color before looking back up.

“I’d say this is more of a yellow-ish gold.” They debated before clicking on a movie, dumb and dumber.

“Ugh! Whatever,” guy rolled his eyes before cuddling into their side. “I like this movie! Can I watch with you?” Honey nodded.

“Of course you like it.” They muttered to which guy had an offended look before chuckling and grabbing the nearest blanket to cuddle them.

“Your hair looks good today.” Guy complimented before moving his hands to twirl a single finger in it before dropping his hand back to their leg. They blushed, stupid things like that making them not know what to say.

“Uhm thanks I guess.” They said breathily, their hand planted on guys thigh.

He chuckled, “you are just so cute.” He said giggling to which they rolled their eyes.

“Watch the damn movie.” They scolded before smacking his hand out of their hair.

He giggled and said ‘owwww’ guy kissed their cheek before being quiet and staying still, continuing to cuddle up beside them.

Honey smiled ever so slightly as he watched the movie, their gaze but not their head making its way to him.

‘I love you.’ They thought. But refrained from saying anything, because guy would never let them live that down. For risk of being to-to sappy they looked at the Television intently.

Eventually 30 minutes went by and guy started whining.

“Honey I’m hungry.” He said with puppy eyes.

“Then go get something to eat. I went to the store yesterday.” They said before looking at him while he said,

“Can you get me something? Pleasee?” He smiled before honey groaned, and stood while muttering.

“Making me get up during my damn movie,” they paused in their steps.

“What do you want?” They asked guy as he shot up with a grin.

He smiled and thought for a dramatically long time.

“Hmm…do we have any crackers?” He asked before adjusting his sock.

“I think we have some goldfish..does that work?” Honey Asked with a straight face while grabbing a bowl from the cabinet

He nodded and smiled while waiting.

They retrieved the goldfish and trudged back into the kitchen, adjusting their sweatpants drawstring while standing.

“Here ba— uh guy.” They mumbled out and coughed to cover up their fumble. They refrained from any Petname— which was always normal for them, but they couldn’t quite place why it almost slipped out. Their usually better about that.

Guy gave a weird look but took the bowl, honey sat back down. He offered them crackers every now and then, but they usually denied.

Guy rose a cracker to their lips and looked at them from the side with a wide grin.

“If you make airplane noises I’m leaving.” They stated before taking the cracker and eating it on their own accord.

He giggled again and smiled. “I love you.” He said while looking at them. They muttered something.

“Honey. Say it back.” He said almost seriously.

They sputtered. “I did!” They defended.

Guy rolled his eyes. He seemed like he had been joking and only rolling his eyes to be a brat. But honeys brain kicked in.

They felt bad, their eyes look at him through their peripheral vision, not looking directly at him. They sighed quietly.

“I..I’m sorry.” They whispered, not knowing 100% what they’d did wrong.

He looked at them. “It’s okay honey— I was just joking I’m not actually upset baby.” He smiled and chuckled a bit. His face went serious when he realized they felt bad.

“No its..it’s not.. I’m sorry guy I don’t always mean to be so..so..” they searched for the words but their mind blanked.

“Reserved?” He asked quietly. They nodded with a sigh.

“Im sorry guy.. i really really-,” guy stopped them, holding them closer and kissing the top of their head.

He shushed them. He realized that they’ve always been like this. Nothing he could do but love them.

“I love you guy.” They mumbled, he smiled and nodded. “I know. I always knew, no matter if you say it or not. Hey. I’ll never get upset at you for being quiet with your feelings. You don’t always have to voice everything. I know you love me through your actions. And that’s enough Honey. You’re enough. You’ll always be enough.”

…..

“Always..”

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Taglist!!!

@itsdaifuku @darlincollins @shellssstuff @verrverii @youisagayhooman

[lovebombs4life]

best friend - c.t.h

a/n: started as a blurb then turned into a one shot. oops!

prompt: “is that my shirt?”

cw: SMUT! sub!calum, dom!reader, oral (m), calum is an all around slut for reader

———

i woke up from the sun peaking through the dark curtains in the room. i had stayed over at calum’s again, along with all the other boys. of course since im calum’s favorite though, i got to sleep in his bed. him and the other boys always took the guest room.

one time during the winter we had all stayed over, and i think i about pissed my pants when i saw all the boys cuddling together in the bed to stay warm.

i sat up from the bed, yawning before rubbing my eyes. i swung my legs over the bed, standing on the cold wood floor. i made my way over to calums closet, grabbing out my favorite sweatshirt of his. i slipped off my t shirt, throwing it on the floor, and pulled the green hoodie over my head.

the sweater was so large it hung down toward my mid thigh, covering the spandex shorts that i was wearing. i walked to the door, swinging it open, and making my way downstairs where i could hear the rest of the boys playing video games.

i passed by them, walking into the kitchen. calum and ashton had done a double take when they saw me, eyes widening as they looked at each other.

i ignored their behavior and grabbed myself a glass of apple juice. i walked back to the living room and sat myself next to calum, setting my glass on the coffee table. he shifted as i sat down next to him.

“is that my sweater?” he asked, looking at me. “mhm.” i hummed as i nodded my head. he shifted around again. i turned to look at him, wondering why he kept moving.

“you alright?” i asked. he nodded, trying to play it cool. “i can go change if you don’t want me wearing it.” i told him. he shook his head.

“no, no, no! it’s totally alright! i just didn’t expect it i guess?” he said as more of a question. i hummed in response, turning my head to watch the boys play their game.

i leaned my head against calum like i usually do, but of course he started shifting his legs again. i ignored it, but still worried i was making him uncomfortable.

a few minutes pass before calum gets up, saying he’ll be right back, and runs upstairs. “what’s with him?” i asked. they all shrugged, not too focused on anything other than their game. i got up to check on calum, heading to his room.

i was about to knock on the door, but then i had heard groaning. i was worried. was he hurt? the noises continued. i should’ve done something, anything other than just standing there, but i couldn’t. that’s when i had heard it.

“fuck, y/n,” he moaned. my face flushed and my eyes widened. oh my god. was he jerking off to me? is that why he kept shifting around?

i pushed the door open quietly and peeked in. sure enough, there calum was, laying back on his bed, with a hand down his pants. i squeezed my legs at the sight. it was something that felt wrong, but so wonderful.

i mean for fucks sake, calum and i have been best friends since we were three, wouldn’t that be weird to think of your best friend that way?

i opened the door wider and slipped myself into the room, and quietly closed the door. calum still hadn’t heard me, and kept doing what he was doing. i smirked at the sight before speaking.

“that feel good, cal? like thinking of me like that?” he shot up and grabbed something to cover up. that’s when i realized he had used my shirt, and had been smelling it.

“don’t get all shy now baby. i know you were using my shirt, thinking of how much you wanted me.” i teased, crawling onto the bed. i grabbed his hand that was holding my shirt, covering himself.

“this alright?” i asked. he nodded quickly. i moved his hand away, seeing his dick hard, red, and throbbing for attention. “all from me just wearing your sweater?” i stroked him slowly. he jerked his hips forward, throwing his head back.

“please, need you to do something, y/n/n.” he gasped. i smirked at his submission, still moving my hand slowly. “such a dirty boy. thinking of your best friend like this.” i spoke before taking him in my mouth.

he cursed at the sudden feeling, his hands flying to my head. he tangled his hands in my hair, groaning as i shoved his cock down my throat. “you love my throat? how it feels on your cock?” i said as i pulled off of him. he nodded his head, pulling me towards his face.

his lips collided with mine, hungrily kissing me. i pulled on his curls, causing him to moan into my mouth. “wanna be inside you, y/n, need you to be around my cock.” he panted. i leaned back from him, pulling my shorts off my legs.

his hands gripped my thighs, rubbing them up and down. they trailed to my lace panties, quickly tearing them off. “hey! those were expensive!” i pouted. he was kissing at my neck, leaving marks on me before speaking.

“i’ll buy you more. just need you on my cock.” he said, grasping my hips, lining himself up at my entrance. i smirked as i sunk down on him, releasing a moan. “oh fuck, cal, feel so good, so deep in me.” i praised him.

he whimpered at the feeling, still holding my hips as he helped me bounce up and down. “that feel good huh?” i asked him. he moaned, looking up at me.

“so good, ah, fuck! feels so good ma’am.” he spoke. my eyes widened at his words. i slowed down and watch his eyes widen too. i smirked at him, speeding up again.

“didn’t know you were like that cal, would’ve fucked you sooner if i knew.” i teased him. he groaned, and i felt him rut his hips up towards me, hitting deeper than he already was.

“fuck, oh god, calum, gonna cum!” i moaned, clenching myself around him. i continued bouncing on him, feeling him twitch inside me.

“wanna cum inside you, can i please cum inside you.” he begged. i nodded riding out my high. i felt hot spurts of his cum hit my insides, running back out onto his dick. i bounced a few more times before i got off him and laid down on the bed next to him.

we laid there together, our breathing the only sounds to be heard. i turned my head to look at him. “guess i gotta wear your clothes more often, huh?” i asked. he blushed, nodding his head. i ran my fingers through his hair before kissing him softly.

“i hope you guys used a condom!”

[linos-luna]

Lunchtime 🥀

(Coworkers) Lee Know x Fem!Reader

TW: ED (MENTIONS OF EATING DISORDER)

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Dating a coworker can be weird but ultimately you got used to it and so did everyone at the office. You and Minho were considered a very cute couple at the office actually.

You rushed into your office and quickly sat down, turning on your computer and waiting for it to boot up. You carried an iced coffee with you. There are usually two other people in your little office space but one called out so it was just you and Minho.

“Hi baby.” He said with a smile, looking up from his computer. “Good morning.”

“Oh hi oppa.” You replied, spinning your chair around to look at him. “Sorry I was rushing.”

“Don’t be sorry.”

You nodded while opening up some tabs on your computer. Minho went back to work before stopping for a moment when seeing your iced coffee.

“Baby, did you have breakfast?” Minho asked.

“No.” You replied bluntly, not even looking away from your computer.

Your boyfriend sighed. He should know but he likes to ask to double check.

You continued working as if nothing was wrong while continuously sipping the cold drink.

Your boss came in to say hi and give an update. In his hand he had a breakfast sandwich from McDonald’s. Your stomach rumbled a little at the smell of it but you shook it off.

While your boss didn’t notice, minho definitely did.

“You wanna get McMuffins, baby?” He asked curiously. “We can order some.”

“No…” you shook your head and quickly got up. Your anemia almost made you dizzy and you quickly made your way to the bathroom.

Minho watched with a sigh, knowing that you go there multiple times in a single work day.

——— 🥀

It was getting closer to noon, almost lunch time, and your stomach was growling. But you ignored it.

“What should we get for lunch?” Minho asked while looking through his phone.

“I’m not hungry, oppa.” You shrug. “You should get something though.”

It was pretty normal for you not to eat breakfast but usually you had some kind of snack for lunch. Unfortunately, you just felt a little extra guilty today.

“Y/n… you have to have something or you’re going to get a headache…”

“I’m okay.”

“Y/n. Why aren’t you eating?” Minho asked sternly. “You ate lunch yesterday.”

“I… don’t… want to…”

“Did something happen?” He asked while standing up, stretching a bit before going over to you.

“No…” you replied, looking up at him. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I do worry about it, y/n.” He said while squeezing your hand. “Were you on Instagram? Twitter? Did someone say something?”

“I just… I weighed myself, oppa. I gained 5 pounds!”

“Baby, you’re fine. It’s okay—…”

“No it’s not!” You interrupted. “W-why does she get to be pretty and skinny, but not me?! She’s tall and thin and everyone loves her for doing the bare minimum!”

Minho knew who and what you were talking about now.

“Baby…”

“I don’t want to eat lunch!” You interrupted.

“Y/n—”

“No!”

“Okay okay.” He said in a more hushed tone, worried someone would hear. “Let’s go outside.”

You nodded and took his hand as he led you out. Minho went to his car and came back with a small ziplock bag of pistachios. They were already unshelled for convenience.

“Here baby.” He said, giving you the bag. “Please…”

You wiped a tear and took a few in your mouth, chewing slowly.

Minho gave you a hug from behind and kissed your neck.

“Why don’t you hang out at my place after work, hm?” Minho said as he laid his back against the wall while holding you.

“We’re gonna be tired oppa.” You said while closing up the bag.

“So? I Just wanna watch a movie and cuddle.” He replied, taking the bag and opening it back up.

“Yeah… I guess that sounds good…”you said as Minho gave you a kiss on the cheek and took 2 nuts from the bag.

“We’ll cuddle and watch movies…” he kissed your neck again while slipping the pistachios in your mouth. You ate it almost automatically and didn’t even seem to react to it.

“C-can we get boba tea?” You ask, turning your head to look at him.

“Yes of course!” He chuckled, giving you a quick peck on the lips. “Anything for my kitten.”

“Oppa…” you blushed as he slipped two more nuts past your lips. “We’re at work.”

“So?” He said with a smirk. “Everyone knows your mine… plus we’re on lunch.”

You giggled as he slipped in two more pistachios. Minho closed the bag and stuffed it in his pocket, it was actually almost done.

“I love your perfume today.”

“I wear the same one everyday.” You chuckle.

“I know. And I love it.” Minho says while giving another kiss. “Let’s go inside.”

——— 🥀

Soon it was time to go and you met Minho at his apartment. It was always nice going there. It was always so cozy and you get to see his cats.

You greeted him at the door and he led you to his car so you can get boba.

At the shop you ordered your favorite and as you sat there waiting, you were eyeing the different people that walked by. Your mind racing with thoughts…

I’m thinner than her… okay not bad… wow she had a nice waist… wait, she has cute little thighs… mine are kind of chubby…. She has a perfect crop top body… how does she get like that? I wanna wear something like that… I don’t have the body for that… Minho would like someone petite like that.

Minho interrupted your thoughts when coming back with the two drinks. He saw a girl you were looking at and sat in front of you to block your view.

“Ready to go, kitten?”

“Y-yeah…” you nodded while taking your drink.

In the car, Minho opened his straw and stabbed it in the cup while you only held yours.

Once home, Minho was already halfway done and scrolled through the movies.

“Nothing good on Netflix… maybe a marvel movie or something?”

“Sure…” you replied while sitting on the couch.

Minho sighed as he noticed you haven’t touched your drink. After picking a random superhero movie he grabbed your drink and sat next to you. He put the straw in and set it between his legs.

You were scrolling on your phone when Minho suddenly snatched it away.

“Hey!”

“I thought we were spending time together.” He said with a pout.

“Sorry oppa.”

He smiled and took your phone, putting it in his pocket before resting your head rest on his shoulder. He didn’t want you looking at people on Instagram…

You were tired and had a small headache. But you didn’t want to admit it.

As you relaxed, Minho took the drink and put the straw to your lips. You were exhausted and drank from it like second nature.

He took a few sips of his drink before putting yours back to your lips.

What have you had today? Some pistachios and now boba? No wonder you were feeling weak and exhausted. You were about halfway done with the drink bed you started drifting off. You normally took a nap after work anyways so this wasn’t too abnormal.

Your boyfriend put the cup down and laid across the couch on his back, laying you on top of him. Although you were already asleep.

He held you, rubbing your back as he felt your rumbling stomach vibrate against him.

“Oh kitten… you’re so perfect… why do you hurt yourself like this…?” he sighed while kissing your head and stroking your hair. “I wish you could see yourself like I do…”

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This is another one of those personal experience fics. I actually do have a Scorpio coworker that checks on me. He’s always trying to encourage me to eat and gets frustrated when I don’t. But he’s patient enough not to get all mad.

Minus the “baby” and “oppa” (since we not dating, although I wish) these are actually some conversations we’ve had.

ED is serious and I hope that everyone that has it will soon recover. I’m still suffering from it. It’s difficult to break. Whether you look very skinny, midsize, or bigger, an ED is an ED

It’s important to get help and at the end of the day, the help is for you. Whatever size you are, you are beautiful.

I need to follow my own advice… 😅

[akiology]

Lipstick Remover || Goro Akechi x Reader

Word Count: 664 Pairing: Goro Akechi x Reader Note: requested! female reader! also i hope you guys dont mind i add extra things/story to the requests you give me. . . DASHDAS my writing gets away from me sometimes most of the time

As Akechi approaches your shared apartment, he notices a small package left on the table just outside the door. The table was put there for that very reason, as he himself could not find the time to go out shopping sometimes. The convenience and easiness of online shopping is just so much better, and so some of his habits might have passed on to you as well.

He picks up the package, and double checks if it is meant for this apartment, and went inside.

As he starts loosening his tie, the first thing he sees when he approaches the living room is your sleeping figure. He smiles, and slowly made his way to kneel beside you. Seeing you, it felt like home. The thought that there is somebody he loves, that loves him as well, waiting for him to get home... It is something he treasures and gives warmth to his heart. He didn't know that was possible before.

You began to stir, and Akechi quickly stood up. He placed the package on the coffee table, and went to your shared bedroom to change.

After a few minutes, you finally open your eyes, yawn, and stretch.

"Ah, my princess is finally up," you hear Akechi's voice from behind you.

"Welcome home, Goro," you yawned once more, and you feel Akechi briefly cradle your face and press a kiss on your forehead.

"I'm glad to be home, your package is on the table."

"Oh! I was waiting for this! Sit with me, Goro! You will like this," you happily picked up the package and started opening it. Akechi complied, and placed an arm over your shoulder.

"Those are... lipsticks?"

"Yes! I've been wanting to try out some new ones, but I also wanted your opinion on them."

"I will love whatever you wear."

"Of course you would say that," you check out the first lipstick. It was a pink matte lipstick, and was known to last for a long time. You apply the product, and turn to Akechi.

"What do you think?"

"It's really cute, I think it would go well with one of your sundresses." Akechi was only a few inches away, and it gave you an idea.

You closed the distance between you, and Akechi was pleasantly surprised. Just as Akechi was making a move to deepen the kiss, you pulled away.

"So, what do you think?" you giggled.

Akechi blinked, "Huh?"

"This is supposed to have a berry-like flavor, is it good? Also I think this color looks good on you as well." You surveyed his face, and was tempted to plant kisses all over it.

"Oh, ah... I think it's pleasant." Akechi honestly feels a little out of it, and he kind of just wants to make out with you right now.

Lucky for him, you moved to kiss him again. Unlucky for him, you quickly pulled away.

"Sorry, there was some left. I was too lazy to get a wipe, heh." You quickly grabbed another lipstick, this time a high-shine red liquid lipstick that also hydrates your lips. You apply it, and the sensation felt a bit weird.

"That's a little bold, I think it would be better to use that in a formal setting," Akechi supplies his input, figuring out that the sooner you finish this the sooner you can have that make out session.

"Oh yeah! You're right," you quickly move to kiss him, missing his lips and landing it on his left cheek. Akechi pouted.

"Not my lips?"

"Heh... I thought it might look better on your cheek. I was right, maybe I should make sure your whole face is covered with me by the end of the day?"

"I actually love that idea, my love. Counterpoint, let's go to our bedroom and have a kiss-and-cuddle session and continue this later."

You placed a hand under your chin, as if you were considering it. Akechi rolled his eyes and chuckled. You faced him and grinned, "Okay!"

[asterkiss]

Prompt: “i thought you went to bed an hour ago”

Maybe some fluff? 🙇‍♀️

This took on a life of its own and I'm gonna have to do a second addition to actually get to the fluff. (>___>) Random AU in the future where Bill has somehow become Mabel's dysfunctional demon room mate who she keeps in check. Why? How? No idea!

-SWEET DREAMS

Mabel was sat in the kitchen, hunched over the table with tongue poking out in avid concentration. She just had to add two hundred more rhinestones to this shirt and it would be finished!

Easy.

She was so raptured in her crafts, she didn't even notice the figure entering through the door until they spoke.

'What the heck is that?'

The brunette paused, raising her head to find Bill staring down at the shirt with a look of distaste. Undeterred by his response, she replied:

'My shirt for Dipper's party tomorrow! Wanna help?'

'Pass.'

Yeah, she doubted he would. 'Okay, well if you're not gonna help then why are you even here? I thought you went to bed an hour ago.' She hadn't seen him around the flat since he left to go watch some weird television show.

Bill snorted as he slid into the seat opposite her. 'I don't sleep, I'm a dream demon. I invade the minds of others whilst they're asleep, that's it.'

Mabel paused. 'You don't sleep? Ever?'

'Don't need to, demon privelege.'

Mabel had forgotten about her bedazzling and was now offering the blond her full attention. 'But sleeping's so fun, and dreaming's like the best part of it! Just last night I had a dream where Zac Efron was my chauffeur to school. That was so fun. Oh Zac, you scallywag.'

'Sleeping's stupid! You basically waste eight hours of your day laying unconscious and being completely vulnerable and easy pickings.' A shrug. 'Guess I shouldn't complain, makes it easy for me to manipulate you guys.'

Mabel's eyes narrowed. 'Hey.'

'I mean, it made it easy. Obviously past tense. Don't do that anymore. Scouts honour.'

She rolled her eyes at his less than believable response and the cheesy grin plastered on his face.

'But I stand by what I said, sleeping's dumb and boring.'

Mabel pursed her lips together. 'You wouldn't say that if you had someone to sleep with.'

Bill shot her a look and she quickly added:

'Not like that! I mean literally just sleeping next to someone in the same bed, you weirdo! Even just a pet!'

Bill blinked. 'What difference does that make?'

'Well, you get cuddles and can stay warm on cold nights. Plus, it feels nice and comforting and if you have a nightmare, you can just roll over and hug Waddles- or, uh, the other person.'

'Hm. Don't see the appeal.'

'Urgh, forget it.' It was like talking to a brick wall. He'd totally ruined her motivation for bedazzling as well.

She called it a night and went to sleep in her double bed surrounded by twenty stuffed animals.

>

It was three hours later in the middle of the night that she awoke to a hand on her shoulder.

She groggily opened her eyes to the sight of a pale face inches from her own. On instict she slammed her fist forward only to have it halted with impressive speed. There were very few who could stop an attack from her. Such as:

'Wait, Bill?'

'Sup.'

Her eyebrows furrowed and she sought out the clock in her room. 'Urgh, it's like 3am. Why are you in my room?'

'Let's sleep together.'

'...eh?'

He smirked. 'Not like that you sick pervert.'

'I'm not-!'

'I figured I'd give what you said a try, and since you're the only one around what d'ya say?'

'Uh...' An attractive guy was asking to share her bed. Granted, it was Bill Cipher though that only made the request even more bizarre.

He quirked an eyebrow. 'Cm'on, I don't bite.' A pause. 'Much.'

'Okay, fine!' She just wanted to go back to sleep. Although that prospect was seeming less and less likely the more her heart rate picked up.

She felt the covers shift as he shoved off her stuffed unicorns and slid in. 'Jesus Christ, how many stuffed animals do you have?'

'Never enough and- hey, don't touch me with your weird cold feet!'

'Aw cm'on share the warmth, Shooting Star. I'm freezing.'

'I thought you said you did't feel the cold!'

'I feel it, it just doesn't bother me.'

'Then keep the ice blocks at the end of your legs away from me, you dorito!' She already regretted this as she turned her back towards him and curled in on herself. 'Either that or get out and go back to your own room.'

'Okay, okay, I'll behave.' She felt him settle behind her, though she was still on high alert. But as the minutes ticked by and he remained quiet, she began to ease up, gradually unfurling her body.

But it was still impossible to sleep!

'Why did you change your mind?' she asked, cutting through the piercing silence.

'I change my mind a lot, I'm funny like that.'

She glanced back over shoulder, narrowing her eyes. 'If you try to pull something, I'll punch you in the eye.'

'Jeez louise, relax.'

'Then be honest and stop lying! Why did you really come in here?'

She could feel him scowling at her through the darkness. 'Tried the whole sleeping thing, and it was awful. Lotsa screaming and nuisances I'd rather forget about. Was a big pain in the ass.'

She blinked. So, he'd had a nightmare?

'So that's why I came here,' he said cheerfully. 'You said sleeping together helps you forget that weird stuff so here I am. And guess what, you were right. You make quite the good distraction when you keep wriggling around like a worm cut in two.'

'Wha- gross!' Did she wiggle that much? 'And you should try sleeping again, maybe you'll have a nice dream.'

'Shooting Star, it's cute and naive you think like that but I'm literally made of nightmares. I don't have any good dreams in me.'

'That's sad.'

'It's true!' A pause. 'I mean I guess there's-' He cut off abruptly and she arched an eyebrow at his sudden silence. She could make out his profile in the darkness but that was it. She rolled over so she was completely facing him.

'There's what?' she asked, prodding him to speak.

'....Nothin', forget it. Demons and good dreams don't mix. It would never work out.'

She frowned. 'You just need to learn how to have nice dreams, it's like learning anything new. If you want, you can watch me for practice. I can be like your fun teacher.'

'What?'

She poked him. 'I'm cordially inviting you to pop into my dreams tonight. I'll show you how exciting it can be.'

'What happened to you punching my lights out if I invaded your dreams?' He still had a bruise from last time.

'Tonight's a one-off. And you better behave! No turning ribbons into human inestines, that still makes me wanna hurl.'

'Oh yeah I forgot about that, heh.'

'So?'

He turned over so they were facing one another in the bed, and she became acutely aware of how close in proximity they were. It was fine. It was just platonic. Totally platonic. So what if she could feel his breath hitting her skin?

'Alright, deal,' he said, voice quiet and the way he said it made her heart tug slightly. Haha, weird. A warm hand covered her eyes and she swallowed thickly.

'Sweet dreams, Shooting Star.'

She fell asleep, and the real fun began.

TO BE CONTINUED

[vodka-redbull-daily]

October 16th, 2023

*CW Graphic Sexual content*

I smell like sex, but not his sex. I miss that smell. The smell that clung to me like a cloud.  how the wind would surprise me with another with and I would get wet all over again from the memory.  I would almost have  another orgasm just from the thought of him. He smelled so good. 

he was…

 Perfect.

T----- smelled the most like a generic man. like old leather and giving up on dreams. like a hockey player. R-- smells sweet, but spicy.  too strong. earthy and dark. like cinnamon but deeper, not as welcoming.

I got $200 From going to see R-- tonight.  he's the first person I've actually seen in person as opposed to just texting. I've seen so many dicks at this point through pictures, but is this the first one I actually saw in person. He's a strange guy. very direct, which I like, but a little bit pushy, which I don't. He has a strange mixed accent that comes from a little bit of everywhere. a little bit of Irish, a little bit Middle Eastern, a little bit New England. He gave him the money right as I walked in, which I liked. He spent a lot of time sucking and biting on my tits, which I didn't like.

I told him I was on my period. I was very upfront about that. Some guys are weird about it. he wasn't. He didn't care. R-- said he wasn't into period sex but I needed that money.  I convinced him and drove over to his hotel. D---- wasn't very happy with me, even though she was the one who suggested all of this in the first place.  I drove over to his hotel in Austin proper. He spent a little bit of time talking, then playing with my clit. He demanded I give him a blowjob.

 After a little bit of that,  he set up and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He had condoms sitting on the side table but didn't put one on for some reason.  Instead, he just put his Tiny Dick straight inside me.  I gasped and stuttered in confusion, reminding him that I was wearing a tampon. he said he didn't care. he just fucked me with the tampon in. his dick was really too small to make that much of a difference.

 This went on for a little bit before he suddenly decided that it was time to lay and cuddle.  He was so sharp and quick and his decision-making. He talked about how much he liked me, how he was so glad he had decided to let me come even though I was on my period. He talked about how you wanted to take me on trips. how he was from Chicago but he's in Austin or Houston every few weekends. He talked a lot,  then started to finger me again.  He was rough, but I liked it. I had been texting T----- for a few days about how I was so horny I felt like I was going to explode.  and he didn't do anything about it. so I don't feel bad at all for going to somebody else. I did give him first dibs.

 I came over and over those Hotel bed sheets to the point where when we were finally finished and he drew the covers back, my tampon had come out. It was just sitting there in the middle of the bed, a big pool of blood soaking deep into the sheets. He did say he wanted me to come back tomorrow, though. It was his last day here. I was to come right after I got off work. another $200. I double-checked to make sure.  I wanted to make sure we were both on the same page. He asked me what I like to drink.

Vodka Redbull.

Total earned: $200.

Body count: 4

[astranva]

Clingy.

Word Count: 2.2k

Category: fluff, angst-ish

Warning: None

Summary: In which your baby, River, is clingy to you and Chris is upset.

Pairing: overprotective!dad!chris x mom!actress!reader

a/n: can be read independently.

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While being new parents came with sleepless nights, chores, and stress, it all also came with so much in return.

Parenthood with someone you love felt rewarding, even more so when you witnessed your baby’s first smile, heard the first giggle, first babble, and got to hold your baby as you all cuddled.

River was a low-maintenance baby; something that you and Chris were more thankful for than anything.

Sure, the sleepless nights were there, and there were moments when he would cry just because, but it was the new norm for your cozy farmhouse to be full of happy giggles and babbles from your 3-month-old.

But there seemed to be moments that caused River some distress—all were moments when he was in anyone’s arms but yours, and that included Chris, too.

Your farmhouse was decorated to the brim with Christmas decorations, bringing the festive spirit to life with stockings, gifts, and the giant Christmas tree you and Chris had chosen and decorated. While you wanted the house to be festive because you and your husband were hosting Christmas this year for your families, you also went big because it was River’s first Christmas.

The house smelled of herbs and seasoning, the air warm despite the December weather and thankfully, River was sleeping as you and Chris cooked. For better wording, as you cooked and Chris helped.

“Baby, you forgot to wash that one,” you said as you pointed to one potato, gathering the others in your hands as you moved to place them in the pot with water.

“Oh,” Chris was quick to get the unwashed potato to the sink, thoroughly washing it, “Here you go,” he said, placing the washed potato in the pot with the others.

“Can y-” You instantly stopped, the moment your son’s babbles sounded through the baby monitor that lied on the kitchen table, “He’s up.”

“I’ll grab him,” Chris said, pressing a kiss to your temple before leaving to head to your son’s nursery.

While you knew both families would be bringing some food with them in attempt to help you with dinner, everyone knew that cooking for people was a love language that you had and Chris liked to remind you that all the times he had to double his workout before a movie was all because of you.

“Look who’s up and changed!” Chris announced as he walked back into the kitchen, your pets, Dodger and Pam, following behind him.

Instantly, a grin was on your face as you washed your hands before turning to your family, your eyes falling on River in Chris’ arms.

The moment River’s eyes fell on you, he instantly started letting whimpers, a frown on his face as he moved his legs.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Chris cooed.

You were quick to approach him, putting a hand to your son’s back, “What’s wrong, bubba?”

It was the moment before River was about to cry that you took him in your arms.

And he relaxed.

“Oh!” Chris raised his eyebrow, “All that because you just wanted Mommy?” He teased.

“What can I say?” You joked, teasing your husband before kissing River on his head gently, swaying a little in your spot, “Mommy can’t keep holding you though, baby. I have to finish cooking.”

“You’ll have to settle for me, buddy,” Chris joked, his knuckle softly grazing River’s chubby cheek before grabbing him from you.

At that, River’s face slightly scrunched with a frown, tiny legs kicking lightly as he let out sounds of discomfort that were indications of him beginning to cry.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” You mumbled, “He might be hungry.”

“That’s weird, he usually isn’t when he’s up from his nap,” Chris said.

“Don’t judge him,” you joked, taking River from him again, “I’ll go see if he wants to eat,” you said as you walked away, “Check on the roast!”

It was when you sat down before pulling the side of your sweatshirt up that River only looked at you, tiny and chubby hands moving before his legs were kicked in excitement as he giggled.

You beamed, “What are you smiling at?” You cooed, “You excited to eat?”

But he didn’t latch and showed no interest in doing so.

“That what are you fussing for?” You let down your sweatshirt after a few attempts, not being able to help but laugh as your son continued to giggle, even when you stood up with him in your arms to go back to the kitchen.

“He’s not hungry,” you let Chris know as soon as you walked in.

“Then why is he cranky?” He asked, drying his hand on the yellow checkered towel.

“He’s not, look,” you said, only doing as little as looking at your baby and smiling, instantly making him giggle.

“I think he just wants you to hold him, babe,” Chris said, approaching you, “You just want Mommy’s attention, don’t you? Don’t you, Riv?”

“Yeah well, Mommy’s got dinner to finish,” you chuckled.

“It’s okay, I can finish. Just need you to direct me.”

Making dinner was spent with you sitting on the windowsill couch with River on your lap and your cat, Pam, beside you and Dodger by your feet as you directed Chris on what to do to finish dinner.

But it was when you needed to get ready that it all seemed challenging.

“Do you think these are signs of separation anxiety?” You asked your husband, who held a crying River in his arms while you stood in your underwear.

“You’re right there,” Chris said, “There’s no separation. And-Y/N, I’m his dad.”

You frowned, “You’re right, you’re right,” you mumbled, “Maybe it’s just a clingy type of day?”

Chris stayed quiet, only looking at River as he gently rocked him in his arms to calm him down but no avail.

It wasn’t any later before you blew on River’s face to get him to breathe as he cried and before Chris handed him to you.

It was almost magical how River’s cries were replaced by quiet whimpers as he calmed, tiny hand clutching a locket of your hair as he looked around as if he hadn’t been screaming bloody murder a few seconds ago.

“My ego as a dad is fucked right now,” Chris put a hand to his heart and although he was joking, you knew he was at least slightly upset about it.

“He’s just having a day,” you tried, “He’s exactly like you. Both of you can never get enough of me.”

Chris laughed, sensing that this was your attempt at brightening up the mood. He leaned toward you, his lips finding your shoulder to leave a soft kiss to your skin.

Putting on your clothes was a challenge, but you made it work. You carried River against your chest in a carrier as you did your makeup, his giggles and yours sounding through the room and making Chris have a hard time of not smiling as you played around with your son as you did your makeup.

At the sight of your husband in his cream-colored cable knit, you smiled as you approached him, River still strapped to your chest.

“You look handsome,” you said, one manicured hand reaching to graze his jaw.

Chris hummed, letting his hand grasp your hip before giving it a squeeze as he leaned to press his lips to yours, “You look gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, leaning to peck his lips, “Help me change Riv?”

In true Christmas spirit, River was changed into a red onesie with reindeer and a matching hat on his head and you and Chris had a photoshoot for the oblivious baby.

It wasn’t so much later that your families started arriving, the farmhouse soon enough being full of loud chatter, cooing, and laughter.

“He’s grown up so much, oh my goodness!” Lisa exclaimed, a hand to her heart as she looked at her grandson in your arms.

“It feels like yesterday when we were at the hospital,” your mom said.

You smiled, looking at your son, “Chris and I were just talking about that earlier. I wish we can keep him this small forever.”

River, being the happy baby, let out an excited giggle and a kick of his feet as he clutched your sweater.

“Oh, he gets it! He understands what you’re saying!” Shanna laughed along with everyone else.

You all laughed together before it was time for you to bring out the food.

“Can you hold him while I put the roast on the serving plate?” You asked Chris, already handing River over.

“He’s going to cry,” he mumbled, holding him before Chris frowned, “The waterworks are starting, Y/N.”

“What’s wrong?” Your mom asked, “Is he cranky?”

“He’s been clingy to Y/N today,” Chris said, “Cries bloody murder when I hold him.”

“He’s a little too young for separation anxiety,” she said, “He might be having a clingy type of day.”

Chris chuckled while rocking River in his arms, “That’s exactly what Y/N said.”

It was less than a minute before everyone was checking on the crying baby, Chris’ cheeks red at the fact that despite being in his dad’s arms, Chris wasn’t able to calm him down.

“Coming! I’m coming!” He heard you call out before you rushed over, taking River in your arms with a sigh.

“I’ll go set the table with Scott,” Chris mumbled, his steps quick as he left the living room.

You frowned, sighing again before softly hushing while swaying with River in your arms, his death grip back on your sweater.

“It’s alright, it happens,” your mom assured.

Lisa nodded, “Now we know he’s a Momma’s boy.”

“Yeah but,” you paused, “He’s everything to Chris. I know he’s upset by it.”

“It can be just a day,” Lisa said, “Let’s ease into it.”

But as the night went on, River was still adamant on not being in anyone’s arms but yours.

Some might think that that was supposed to be assuring to Chris, but he wasn’t River’s uncle or nephew or niece—he was his dad.

“I’m going outside for some air,” Chris said quietly to you.

“But it’s cold outside,” you looked at him, watching as he only squeezed your arm before standing and walking away.

“He’s upset upset,” Scott said.

“He has every right to,” you said quietly before looking at River who was sat on your lap, “Can you not be so stubborn?”

“Maybe Chris can play with him or something,” your younger sister suggested, “Hold his giraffe?”

You nodded, “I’ll tell him when he’s back.”

“I’d offer to take Riv so you can check on Chris but your baby’s being a sticking gum and will cry out,” Scott joked.

You chuckled, “I’ll wait for him,” you said, “I don’t want to see any full pudding plates,” you pointed, changing the topic.

It was only 10 minutes later when Chris came back and plopped beside you, giving you a side smile when you placed your hand on his leg and looked at him.

He leaned toward you, pressing his lips to your temple in an assuring kiss before tapping your thigh.

“Maddie suggested you play with him,” you told him quietly.

“Let’s just get the night over with.”

“No, you’re upset,” you stood your ground, “Get his giraffe,” you said, “Go on.”

Chris got up with a sigh and slumped shoulders, going away to fetch River’s plushie before he came back with the same defeated plop.

“Entertain him,” you smiled, turning River slightly on your lap so he got a better view of his dad.

“Hey, Rivvy.”

“Be more excited,” you instructed, laughing when Chris gave you a look, “Come on. You’re an actor. Put some respect to your name.”

Your families tried to not interrupt your moment, but everyone could only smile as they watched Chris put on a show with River.

“That’s a nice outfit, is that designer?” He asked in a different voice, moving the giraffe in his hand before he pressed it gently to River’s neck, making kissing noises that had your baby kicking his feet and giggling, arms wide.

“Is that your first Christmas? It’s mine, too!” Chris exclaimed, reaching one hand to softly wiggle his fingers on River’s round belly, the three of you laughing together. Chris handed the giraffe plushie to River, whose grip was instantly on the giraffe’s leg, holding on to it as he gazed at Chris.

Chris was nervous as you slowly and carefully handed River over, his hands instantly going to hold him against his lap before he slouched lower on the couch, letting River lie on his chest.

Sure enough, River remained calm.

You grinned, raising both arms up, “I’m free!” You joked, everyone laughing along.

Chris reached one hand to your back, rubbing it as everyone got into their own conversations. You looked at him, falling back on the couch beside him, slouched and smiling.

“Thank you,” he said quietly.

You only smiled before leaning forward, pressing your lips to his in a short kiss.

“It really was a clingy type of day, huh?” Chris asked his babbling son.

[gaysimpsstuff]

Could I get a Hawks in his rut headcanon?

No problem, Anon! I’m sorry this took so long, I wanted it to be perfect since I really like thinking about Hawks’ avian traits, and I know people really like it too. I hope it’s good! 

Hawks Rut Headcannons

Genre: fluff, smut

Type: headcannons (so... many... headcannons)

Warnings: animal traits, Keigo being possessive af, the commission being assholes, sickness, food, breeding kink, lots of horny times

Other: most of this is based off of real research, but some of it also comes from personal preference. @keilemlucent and their fic Best Nest very much inspired many other headcannons, check them outI They’re one of my favorite creators, and the linked fanfic is one of my favorites! Hope it’s okay I tagged you here lmao

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Pre-Rut Behaviors

Grooming and Preening

Before his rut, Keigo starts to feel dirty. He just seems to accumulate more dust and dirt during hero work than usual. He’ll come back home grumbling about blood in his hair and little bits of concrete in/on his skin.

He will insist you clean him off. So you get to brush his hair, put creams on his face, and wash him off in the shower.

Finally, there’s the preening. If he lets you preen his wings, then you know he’s in it for life. He loves and trusts you with everything he has. 

Expect him to press his nose against yours a lot.

Possessiveness and Protection

You’ll notice he gets more clingy, more possessive of you. He gets really controlling in the days leading up to his rut, so you’ll be annoyed a  l o t.

Just text all your friends and family that you’ve been swamped at work, it’d be a little weird to say “hey guys, sorry I can’t hang out, my boyfriend’s horomones are crazy right now and he gets really insecure if I so much as exist near anyone but him.”

You would come home from work and he’s already on you, sniffing your body to see who you’ve been around, and to see if any of them were attracted to you at all.

If he had any kind of sneaking suspicion that anyone posed a threat, he’s literally laying on you and rolling on top of you to try and get his scent on you. Even if no one will smell it except him, he’s gonna do it.

He’s so protective of you, and if something tiny hurts you or makes you upset...

He.

Is.

Angry.

Someone was rude to you? He’s screaming at them.

Someone tries to hurt or touch you? You’ve got to hold him back to stop him from ripping that person apart limb from limb.

All that x100 when he’s approaching his rut.

One person accidentally bumps into you? He takes it as passive aggressiveness even if they’re very apologetic about it.

You stub your toe on a table? He’s smashed the table and burnt it then thrown the ashes in the ocean. 

If you’re sad about something he can’t beat up, he feels horrible. He’s not the best at comforting people, so he’s just grabbing onto you and not letting go, telling you how much he loves and cares for you, and just how amazing you make his life feel.

If you don’t give him enough attention, he gets really huffy, and it gets worse leading up to his rut. 

You lifted your hands from his head to reach for your buzzing phone? He’s already whining and pouting and begging you to give him more head-pats again.

Nesting

He’ll leave hints asking for you to make a nest, usually saying things like “Our bed needs some changing, don’t you think?” “Don’t you wish our space was more personalized?” 

If you don’t get the hint, he’ll be very sad, and he thinks you’re rejecting him. So you’d better be good at reading into things and realizing he’s approaching mating season and wants you to build a nest.

He comes home one day and sees you piled blankets, pillows, and dirty clothes in the living room, sprayed with his cologne and you’re cologne and/or perfume. He pulls you into his arms and spins around with you, giggling and laughing.

He’s so happy you made a nest for the two of you. 

He starts putting pretty shiny things he likes around the nest. Your toothbrush went missing and you found it in the mountain that was your nest.

Once, you were in desperate need of a clean shirt, and the only clean shirt you could find was in the nest. So you picked it up to put it on, and two seconds later, Keigo was in front of you, hands in your shirt, staring at you with such a fierce intensity, you felt almost like a villain.

He was very mad at you for taking things from your shared nest.

He leaves feathers all around the penthouse, but they’re all piled mostly around the nest, they’re for your protection so don’t try and throw them away.

Noises

He also gets really noisy, so he’ll be ‘singing’ and squawking and cooing constantly. He feels really bad about it so he might get you some noise-blocking headphones for when he’s screeching into the sky in the dead of night about how “THIS IS MY FUCKING TERRITORY Y’ALL MOTHERFUCKERS STAY AWAYYYY!”

You really think bird’s springtime songs are about love? Nah he’s mostly screaming about how he’s gonna fuck his partner and how the neighborhood  practically belongs to him.

Someone called the police once, tired of all the shouting, but the officers backed off when they saw who was doing all the shouting. Most of your neighbors are used to the screaming during early spring.

Rut End-game

On the third and second to last day before his rut, he gets a sudden burst of energy and an increased appetite. He refuses to eat anything unless you’ve made it though, so let’s best hope you can cook at least a little.

When he was younger, his hungry times before his rut were spent either eating anything and everything he can get his hands on. The commission broke that behavior very quickly though, so he’d starve himself before his rut, which would result in him getting very sick from a lack of energy and sustenance. That plus the extreme arousal was a recipe for pain and suffering.

So when you noticed he suddenly stopped eating, you insisted on making food for him, telling him that you wouldn’t let him go hungry ever. That was the first rut in years that didn’t feel like torture.

You’re cooking almost all the time, and he’s constantly eating everything you give him, running around from room to room while he waits for his next meal. He’s basically a hobbit.

In the last day or two before his rut, he suddenly has no energy, and starts getting hot and cold flashes. He’s sniffling, curled up in your shared nest, dirty tissues surrounding him. He comes in and out of consciosness, and when he’s awake, he’s whining and complaining about exhaustion and aches.

Physical Changes

Most of these happen in the last few days leading up to his rut, so it’ll be very sudden. These physical changes is what causes the extreme hunger and sickness.

His feathers darken several shades, and they become super sensitive. They also seem to grow in size, so when you cuddle, you’re smothered by them more than usual.

He also gains an extra couple inches in height, so expect some teasing now that he’s just that little bit taller. His hair also gets thicker and stronger, that’s so you can pull on it when he fucks you.

His nails get longer and darker, and they’re impossible to file or cut. So when he holds you and touches you, he often scratches you on accident. He’s really apologetic about it, but honestly you could totally paint his nails and pretend they’re acrylics if you’re into that.

His teeth get sharper, and he starts biting you just for fun. Bites your finger, hand, wrist, neck, even your nose. He underestimated just how strong his teeth are, and he made you bleed first time he bit you.

His whole body is very sensitive, so head-pats, back rubs, wings, and even his touching his feet can get him to the verge of cumming.

his tongue is longer, and it’s a whole lot stronger. He could probably carry a full plastic water bottle with his tongue (which isn’t a lot, but for a tongue it’s very much a lot).

His voice drops a whole octave and a half- mans is sounding almost like Corpse now. Maybe Markiplier? Anyways, if you’ve got a voice kink, you’re in luck

His dick changes too, it gets bigger, and he grows a lump at the base of it, between his shaft and balls. His balls get smaller until they’re barely noticable beneath what he calls him ‘knot.’

His eyes become sharper too, so don’t try and hide anything from him. 

Rut (MAJOR NSFW)

Everyone already knows Keigo has a breeding kink, but he hasn’t brought it up with you until now. It just kind of- happens. As he’s drilling into you, he suddenly starts blabbering about fucking a kid into you, and how hot you’d look all round with his kids. Might be a little weird for those of you who physically cannot give birth to children (my lovely AMABS and infertile AFABS). 

He can’t control it, so it’s especially weird if you don’t even want kids. If you can get pregnant, you’d better double check that you’re taking your birth control. And get to know some good clinics just in case.

However, if you do want kids, if you want to start a biological family woth Keigo, fuck. You will not be able to handle his happiness and horniness in that moment when you beg him to get you pregnant.

He is going to mark you up. Hickies, bruises, hand prints, bite marks, plus his scent. He needs everyone to know that you are his. He wants to claim you, make sure you know you belong to him. No one else can have you but him.

Halfway through your fuckfest, he starts making animalistic noises. He’s growling, roaring, whining, chirping, etc. This is around the time when he stops thinking about you, so he’ll really rough you up during this phase.

This man was a virgin before you, so this is also the first rut he’s ever going to have with another person, so he’ll hold himself back a lot. He needs you to reassure him at every step, tell him how good you feel, how you want him to fuck you, how not only are you okay with him going all out, you want him too.

Did he just cum? You think you’re finished? HA! No way in fucking hell is he finished after one, two, five, ten... so many rounds. He just keeps going and going and going and how the fuck is he still hard? He cums so fucking quickly, so much, and then keeps going.

When he finally does go soft, his whole personality changes. it’s like he didn’t just fuck you stupid. He immediately goes into ‘protect’ mode, which includes cuddles, him spoon-feeding you, petting you like a dog, and singing to you.

He puts the nest near a window so he can keep an eye out for possible threats. Just like “gotta keep mate safe. Is that the mailman? NO FUCK NO GET OUT OF HEREEEE!” 

One moment, he’s fucking you, and the next he’s leaning halfway out the window, screaming at some poor dude walking his dog. Remember, he’s still naked. You learned your lesson after that and kept the windows locked, and warned the neighbors to stay out of sight of the window, at least for the time being.

You’re going to feel very dirty, because he does not want you cleaning off the sweat, cum, and tears from your body. He likes that you smell like him, and you washing it off makes him feel rejected. 

He’s going to break a lot of things, so move pictures and vases into another room and lock the fuck out of that room. Or else he will break all of it.

He thinks any clothes you’re wearing are mocking him, so wear clothes you hate when his rut starts, then get used to being naked for a couple days. 

Oh yeah, his whole rut lasts one to five days. He’s fucking you for about three days on average.

He fucks you until you faint, and then keeps going until he’s out of ‘fuck’ mode and into ‘protect’ mode. A few times, he fucked you unconscious in the middle of the afternoon and then kept fucking you until the sun rose. 

Yeah, he’s got that much energy.

Don’t worry, during the whole time, he lets out pheromones with a strong vanilla-chocolaty scent that keeps your body and mind relaxed. 

There’ve been times when he’s just fucking into you and your water bottle is just out of reach.

During his rut, he has no shame. Let’s hope your walls are soundproofed, or else your neighbors will all know how he fucks you. 

He will not restrain you or hurt you in any way during his rut. So no degredation, no collars or chains, the only thing keeping you in the nest is his weight on top of you.

He gets upset if you try to touch yourself, things it’s you trying to tell him that he’s not satisfying you enough. 

He wants you to cum as many times as him, which is difficult because of his increased sensitivity, so he’s using every skill he knows to get you cumming again and again and again.

Most of the time, he’s going hard, rough, and spilling absolute filth from his cock and mouth, but in the last few hours of his rut, he suddenly gets emotional.

He’s rocking up against you, holding you close to his body and blabbering about you

How much he loves you

How good you make him feel

How he wouldn’t want anyone else by his side for his rut

How you’re his mate for life

How he’ll protect you and keep you safe.

Please be gentle with him, he’s very vulnerable near the end of his rut, and he’ll cry very easily.

When he’s nearing his last load, he makes out with you sloppily, trying to talk as he shoves his tongue down your throat.

He finishes off by  pushing his knot all the way inside you, and stays there for an hour.

This is the softest moment, and he’s covering your body in kisses. 

His knot pushes these small eggs inside you, and you have the lovely job of pushing them all out the next day. 

Post Rut

When his knot deflates, he finally pulls out and starts cleaning you off. 

He’ll carry you around and finally gives you a bath, constantly making sure you’re okay.

He’ll give you lots of massages and he’ll cook for you. He’s constantly thanking you for helping him, telling you he didn’t deserve it.

Just kiss him on the cheek, tell him you had fun, and that you love him so very very much.

He needs the most reassurance now than ever before.

He’s also very tired, so you’ll be taking care of each other.

Then his ‘post-rut’ resets, and he sleeps for hours.

Then he gets super hungry, and the two of you make huge meals and just kinda binge eat for a day or two.

Then his physical changes go back to normal, and you have a happy lil bird boy who simps for you so hard

[sunarinluvr]

|| haikyuu boys finding you asleep on the couch after an argument ||

includes: kuroo tetsurou, miya osamu, & oikawa tooru

a/n- hello! sorry for posting so late, but this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and i was actually in the mood to finish it so i hope yall enjoy! oh and im not really sure about how i feel about it,,, might take it down later we shall see.

warnings: none ( lmk if there’s anything! )

KUROO -

last night you saw a post kuroo’s “work wife” had made on instagram with her kissing him on the cheek, and it didn’t make you feel the best, so you decided to bring it up to him the next morning. and you did, just as he was getting ready for work you talked to him about it.

you were standing in front of him filled with anger arguing about how it made you uncomfortable, “can you please listen?! i dont feel comfortable with your “work wife” kissing you?” you yelled. “Y/N it was on the cheek its not a big deal!” and to be honest you just wanted to cry. 

finally, he walked past you and opened the door. “i don’t have time for this y/n, stop being so insecure! at least she wouldn’t argue over something so small!” and with that, he slammed the door and you stood there stunned. kuroo knew that he shouldn’t have said that, instant regret and guilt filled his gut.

 but he already said it, he can’t do anything about it now. with a frustrated sigh, he went to work. hoping to fix everything when he gets home. you stood there speechless, as you realized you still had work so slowly you made your way to the bathroom. 

after getting ready and grabbing a quick snack you were out the door with a heavy chest. once you get home, tired and feeling worse than before. you trudged to the couch and plopped down letting out a shaky sigh remembering the argument and the words he said repeating in your head. 

you broke down crying, and before you knew it, the exhaustion from today took over and you were sound asleep on the couch. kuroo got home an hour later, he felt guilty and was already practicing how he’d apologize to you as he walked in.“y/n? kitten?” no answer. 

he called out again, and was met with silence, he made his way over to the living room where he found you sleeping on the couch. gently walking towards you he knelt down, and saw your tear-stained face which made his heart sink. “i fucked up” he said to himself.

giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead he softly apologized and carried you to the bedroom. you ended up waking up when you felt his body weight dent the bed. “tetsu?” you said softly squinting at him. relief rushes through his body at the sound of his nickname. looking at you with guilt in his eyes

“im so sorry kitten, i shouldn’t have said that. i didn’t mean to hurt you” he said gently. at that tears started flowing again and he was quick to hug you and wipe your tears with his other hand. “it’s ok, i shouldn’t have been so insecure anyways” 

he shook his head with a frown “no it’s not your fault ok? i didn’t mean anything i said. i love you so so much and i’m so lucky that you’re mine” you look up at him and gave him a small smile “okay” before cuddling closer to him. giving you a soft kiss on the lips he hugged you tighter as you both fell asleep.

OSAMU -

osamu was just having a horrible day, his head was pounding and the customers he had to deal with today were just plain rude. then he had to do most of the work since one of his employees called in sick, and for some reason, everything just annoyed him.

you on the other hand did not know about his day at all and thought it would be nice of you to make a surprise visit. walking in with a huge smile on your face stopping midway when you realize he wasn’t at the counter. “where’s samu?” you asked sweetly to the employee

“he’s in the back, i think he has a headache,” she says giving you a small smile. you can tell something was off by the way she spoke but decided to just brush it off and make your way to the back. “hi samu! surprise!” you exclaimed cheerfully as you make your way towards him

he just kind of looks at you, which you thought was weird, but you decided to hug him anyways. when he doesn’t hug you back and groan, you pull away and look at him “baby i heard you had a headache. i didn’t bring any medicine, but we could eat first and i-” 

you couldn’t even finish your sentence since osamu just stood up. he was infuriated and had no clue why, usually loved listening to you but today he was just annoyed. “look y/n a don’t mean ta be rude, but a don't have the energy for this right now. please just go home.” he said coldly staring right at you.

“excuse me? i came here to surprise you and this is what i get??” you said in shock, voice a little louder this time. rolling his eyes “Oh wow am so surprised! now will ya please go home? a don’t wanna argue right now!” he yelled. with tears forming in your eyes you quickly wiped them and left. osamu knew he shouldn’t have said all that, but he was too mad to run after you in front of all the customers. 

you rushed home and sluggishly made your way to your room to change into something comfier, making your way to the couch, curling up into a ball allowing your tears to fall, and somehow falling asleep, after getting tired of crying. he gets home a few hours later, guilt building up in his stomach as he mentally slaps himself for the things he said. 

walking into the living room he opened the lights and you were the first thing he noticed. seeing you curled up into a ball on the couch made his heart drop to his stomach. you on the other hand woke up because of the sudden change of lighting. 

gradually adjusting your sight you see him and switch your gaze onto the floor when you saw him look at you too. seeing your puffy eyes he walks towards you slowly and sits beside you giving you enough space. “am sorry, a shouldn’t have taken my frustration out on ya.”

you look at him with watery eyes and his heart sinks “yea i was just trying to be nice, sorry i didn’t warn you before coming” he opened his arms and you instinctively scooted closer to him, he sighs “no a love it when you surprise me a was jus having a bad day a love ya so much ok?” finally hugging him “okay i love you too” giving you a quick kiss he offered to make you food and of course you said yes.

OIKAWA -

you love oikawa, and you’re very supportive and understanding especially when it comes to his career. but he has an awful habit of overworking himself and as much as you love him you can't bear the fact that you couldn’t even see him anymore.

he goes home late at night -as in you’re already sound asleep late- and when you do stay up to see him, he’s too tired to even keep a conversation. then the next morning he’s gone before you could even wake up. you’ve spoken to him about this many times, but alas nothing changed.

you woke up to an empty bed as usual, but today was different though, you’ve planned a dinner for about 2 weeks now. you were very excited because it’s been so long since you both spent some quality time together and he promised to come home early. 

getting up you send him a little text reminding him of your dinner tonight, with a smile you head on over to the bathroom to get ready for work. once work was over you made a quick visit to the grocery store to buy the ingredients you’ll need to make tonight’s dinner. 

quietly humming to yourself while going through each aisle, and double-checking your list to make sure you’re not missing anything while checking your phone here and there. oikawa still hasn’t replied “he must be busy,” you say to yourself as you send him another text about the dinner just in case. after about 30 minutes you get home rushing since it was already late, and immediately getting started on dinner. 

once you're done you sat down and waited, and waited, and waited. it's been 4 hours. dinners cold and still no sign of your boyfriend. you decided to call him pissed off that he couldn’t even show up to one dinner, “hello? y/n i can't talk right now i still need to practice” 

he said as soon as he picked up. “tooru? did you get my texts? what about dinner, we’ve made plans for this 2 weeks prior! i even-” you were cut off “look just eat without me ok? we can eat again somet-” now it was your turn to cut him off. 

“oikawa tooru, you leave the house while i’m asleep and come back when i'm asleep. i just wanted to spend time with you..whatever good luck at practice,” you replied as you hang up. his heart sank when he heard the crack in your voice rushing to his car on his way home to you because he knows he fucked up. 

buying your favorite flowers for you on the way home cursing himself and the world for making it traffic at that exact moment. when he got home the first thing he saw was the food and you fast asleep on the couch. he felt a pang of guilt about being late. 

“y/n chan?” he said while gently waking you up. you stare at him with red puffy eyes and he hugged you giving you the flowers “im sorry baby, i should’ve prioritized you and our dinner. i promise ill do better” you saw how genuine he was being so you accepted the flowers and hugged him tighter as he offered to reheat the food you made.

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Ok so you can totally say no and ignore this. There is absolutely NO pressure. I’m just such a softie for caretaker Bucky. Like reader could be injured/fever/sick/headache anything it really doesn’t matter. I know it’s SUCH a trope, but the idea of our boy being concerned and soft for reader makes me swooooooon. Like using his cold metal hand to cool her forehead for comfort. UGH.

WASTELAND, BABY! - b.b.

Summary: The date itself was perfect. Dinner at home with Alpine at your feet? Check. Great company? Double check. Finger-licking food? Hmm, not so much. The day after was even less than ideal. Fortunately, Bucky knows a thing or two about nursing you back to health. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader TW: illness, medicine, food poisoning, food, fluff Words: 2K A/N: Shannon, this was so cute, thank you so much for sending it in!! 💗 i hope you liked it! I had something but i wasn't happy with it and then rewrote it so lmao (also this is lowkey based on the time i had food poisoning whilst volunteering in south africa! don't order pizza with chicken and avocado from a shady restaurant!!🥲 i was so sick for a week) -> the title came from the song Wasteland, baby! by Hozier

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The fact that you and Bucky hadn’t been able to go on a date in approximately three and a half months was horrifying to say the least. Between quick morning kisses before running off to go to work and late night cuddles in bed, it had been a real chore to find some extra time to just be together with Bucky.

Enough is enough, and you had requested a few days of leave, which the non-profit you worked for luckily allowed. Bucky had asked Torres to step in for him for a few days, needing a few days off from saving the world that was so hell-bent on destroying itself.

It was the first time in so long that you and Bucky had nothing to do on a friday night and though it felt alien at first, you easily fell back into the rhythm of comfort and belly laughs, soft touches that lingered and turned into feverish kisses.

Bucky preferred to stay in, order a pizza and just watch a movie together, avoid the prying eyes of the public that followed him everywhere he went. Bucky didn’t like parading around in town, much less when they would be able to scrutinize you as well - even though you were an absolute godsend that cared more for others than yourself.

Bucky wanted to hold you closely in his arms, get grounded again with your touches lingering on his skin where goosebumps would slowly form as he tried his best to get reconnected to you again. It was nice to just be together, home, on the couch getting lost in each other instead of the world that always demanded more and more of you.

Eventually, after pawing at each other for a few moments, your stomach grumbled, ruining the moment a bit, but also making Bucky laugh as he pressed another kiss on the soft skin under your ear, the scruff of his beard tickling your skin.

“I’ll order some pizzas, how ‘bout that?” he asked as he pulled up the menu of a nearby restaurant on his phone, scrolling through the countless choices as you crawled next to him, grabbing his arm to put it over your shoulders, nestling your head on his shoulder.

Alpine strutted in from the office and jumped up on the couch, doing a small stretch and then padding over to your lap. She loved basking in the heat of your lap, purring incessantly as Bucky listed all the options the restaurant had available.

“Wait, say that again,” you interrupted Bucky as he recited the long list of available pizzas the restaurant had to offer, “the one with avocado?”

“Uh, here - just a normal pizza with white sauce, chicken, avocado and some veggies,” he wrinkled his nose, thinking about the weird combination of ingredients.

Bucky didn’t say anything about how excited you were about this awful combination and placed the order, adding a pepperoni for himself, already preparing for the fact that you wouldn’t like the pizza and would steal half of his. He didn’t really mind, hell, he’d give you the whole pizza if you didn’t like yours, but it was pretty funny to see your face scrunch up, before you’d lightly push your plate towards him and throw in a doe-eyed look as well. Bucky just couldn’t resist then.

When the delivery guy rang the doorbell, you carefully lifted Alpine out of your lap into Bucky’s and padded over towards the door to accept the pizzas. You tipped the man before turning back to Bucky and Alpine.

Bucky’s pizza looked and smelled amazing when he opened the box, and when you opened yours, it smelled okay as well - maybe not as good as his though, you had to admit.

“You’re still sure chicken and avocado on pizza is a good idea?” he lifted a brow in question as he watched you try out the pizza.

“You can have half of mine,” he added, a little bit worried when you didn’t immediately respond but just stared at the pizza in front of you, a deadpan expression plastered on your face.

“uhu,” you waved your finger, your mouth stuffed with pizza,“it’s quite good actually.”

“Alright,” Bucky responded, doubt still clear in his voice, but your smile made it evaporate immediately, another piece of pizza in your hand already.

The rest of the evening was spent in each other's presence, enjoying the mediocre pizza for you and laughing when Alpine got a case of the zoomies,  running around the apartment and jumping on top of Bucky and the top cabinet in the kitchen.

It had been pure bliss, spending the evening with your love right beside you, you couldn’t describe it otherwise.

* * *

The day after however, had not been that great. The morning had started off with a slight headache you blamed on caffeine withdrawals. Bucky had pushed a cup of freshly brewed coffee in your hands, his soft lips lingering on your forehead as his brow scrunched together in a worrisome manner.

“You are burning up, are you sure it’s nothing else?” he voiced his concerns, worry laced through his voice as he pressed the back of his right hand against your forehead to check your temperature again.

You leaned backwards to escape his touch, the hotness of his hand making your head feel even worse, and waved his worries away, “I'm alright. It’s been a while since we stayed up this late, must be my body telling me to take it easy.”

Bucky wasn’t fully convinced of your words, his eyes focusing on your lethargic movements through the apartment as you shuffled your way to the couch in the living room, but he let it go anyway.

Seems like Bucky was right in the end after all.

After you had downed your coffee, you had actually returned to bed, claiming you were still feeling tired from staying up until ungodly hours and you had to sleep it off. You made a promise to Bucky that when you’d wake up later, you’d go on a walk through the park together to get some fresh air.

However, when Bucky went up to the bedroom after two hours of radio-silence from you, he found you shivering under a pile of blankets, sweat coating your face as you tried your best to not grimace when he came to sit beside you on the bed.

“Guess that coffee didn’t really wake you up, huh,” he softly said, his right hand coming up to check your temperature again.

The only thing you could do was groan, every part of your body ached and the swishing that was going around in your stomach wasn’t helping at all. Your bones felt like they were brittle, every movement would be able to break them. Your head felt like a ticking time-bomb, ready to explode whenever the pressure would get too much. This might have been the worst illness you ever had - except for when you got the flu when you were seven.

The decision you and Bucky had made to purchase white linen curtains made you curse your past self. The light that was filtering through usually woke you up in a gentle manner, softly kissing your skin with its warmth on your face making you feel like everything was right in the world.

Now they just mocked you. The light stung your eyes, made your head scream out for some darkness, some alleviation from the pressure that kept building up in your skull.

“Think the chicken might have gotten to me,” you managed to get out. Your throat felt like sandpaper, scratchy and hoarse and just tired.

The sheets on the bed made your skin crawl, the softly woven cotton sticking to your skin. The sheets on top of your body were too hot, but whenever you threw them off, you’d immediately start shivering, the sheen of sweat cooling you off too quickly.

“Can I get you anything?” Bucky said, his voice in a lower register, trying his best to not make any unnecessary noise to spare your head from killing you.

Bucky had never seen you this sick. Sure, you’d get a headache once in a while. Like clockwork you’d get a cold when the temperatures dipped below the freezing point. He’d supply you with tissues all over the house, bring you peppermint tea to clear your sinuses and stroke your hair when you were lying on the couch together, watching reruns of The Office.

“Uh, just some medicine maybe, from the cabinet?” you whispered, looking into his clear blue eyes that were awash with worry, worry that this was something more than food poisoning, worry that, even though you were a human who gets sick once in a while, that there could be something very wrong. Something that would rip you away from him, in a heartbeat.

“Sure,” he whispered back, pressing a kiss against your forehead before he went searching for the specific medicine in the cabinet you were adamant on hanging in the bathroom.

After looking through the cabinet, he returned with a glass of water, the medicine for your stomach and some aspirins for the fever and headache.

With shaky hands you downed the glass of water with the aspirine, as well as a shot of the medicine.

“Yuck,” your mouth turned in a frown at the bitter taste of the medicine. Bucky removed the glass from your hands and wanted to check your temperature again.

This time however, his right hand was holding the glass, so his vibranium hand softly pressed against your forehead.

The feeling of the cold metal against your feverish forehead alleviated the pressure in your head significantly as you let out a deep sigh, slowly letting your eyes close.

“Sweetheart? Everything alright?” he said, worry seeping back into his voice again as he wanted to remove his hand to get a better look of your face.

“No,” you mumbled, pressing both of your hands against his on your forehead, letting the cool metal reduce the pressure in your head, “please just keep your hand here for a bit.”

Bucky now chuckled and moved to sit a little closer to you, his left hand not leaving your head, “ah, better than the ol’ flesh hand, huh?”

You just slightly nodded, keeping your eyes closed as you hoped the medicine would start to kick in soon, finally making you feel less shit than before.

“Can I do anything else?” Bucky softly asked, still worried that talking too loud would worsen your head ache.

Bucky just wanted you to get better. Seeing the person you love incapacitated in bed with a fever made him icky. Whereas in avenger duties he could always do something, help someone in some way, here he could only give you medicine and care for you. It made him feel a bit useless.

You just opened one of your eyes, your voice coming out small and powerless, “can you just cuddle with me?”

“With your hand on my head?” you added, a small pout on your lips which Bucky wanted to kiss until they were swollen and not in a pout anymore.

“Ofcourse, bub,” Bucky moved onto the bed, laying down next to you as he cradled your head in the nook of his arm, his vibranium arm wrapping around you in a way where he could still press his hand on your forehead.

“Thank you,” you whispered against his chest, pressing a small kiss against his collarbone before closing your eyes again.

Bucky pressed his lips against the top of your head, “anything for you, darling.”

The rest of the day was spent in bed, Bucky pressed against you as the medicine worked its way through your body. Alpine eventually found her way to the bedroom and of course, she crawled between the two of you, demanding heat from both of your bodies.

The weekend hadn’t been what you expected, far from it actually, but knowing Bucky would take care of you, even on the worst days, made it all a bit better.

[uwuwriting]

Breaking in w/ Hawks, Shoto and Dabi

Request: I read another post about ppl breaking in your shared house with the boys not knowing that you are inside and hurting you and I was like well this would be interesting with their kids in the mix. So i'm here to provide you with the following request ppl breaking in and immobilizing you while you're still awake and they try to go into your kids’ room with Shoto, Hawks and maybe Dabi or Aizawa- anonymous 

Oh this is a nice little concept. It's very interesting. I’m happy to deliver. I have been devastated by chapter 290, if anyone hurts Shoto imma start a riot and if Dabi doesn’t kill Endeavor i will. I’m thinking of making a double post today so this one and a kny post but we’ll see. Love ya. 💖💖💖

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warning: cursing, mentions of blood, crying but fluff in the end. 

Hawks/Keigo Takami

-You were waiting for Keigo to come home after a long day. 

-The twins were a nightmare to put to bed today and you were exhausted. 

-Both of them wanted Keigo to tuck them in for some weird reason and they just wouldn’t accept your cuddles or attempts. 

-So after a tiresome two hours of trying and failing to calm them down you called your husband on facetime and they went to bed. 

- “I’ll be home soon, do you want me to bring you anything?”

- “No, no just you.” 

-So after taking a shower and checking on the kids you relaxed on the couch, turning on the TV while scrolling though tik tok. 

-Not even half an hour later you heard jiggling coming through the door. 

-Assuming it was Keigo you got up and went to greet him but who you met at the entrance of your house was a complete stranger. 

-You and the two bulgars stared at each other for a solid minute before you scrambled to get to the kids’ room and lock yourself in there. 

-But one of them tackled you to the floor before you could reach the pastel colored door and pinned you down, binding your hands with a cloth. 

- “I thought you said he wasn’t here man? What is this?”

-They had tied your legs to a chair, putting a makeshift gag in your mouth so you wouldn’t scream as they bickered back and forth. 

-Your eyes kept darting from the front door to your kids’ room.

-He said he was almost home, he should be here at any moment. 

- “Just stick to the plan, she doesn’t change anything.”

- “Doesn’t change anything? You tackled the n. 2 heros’ partner and you think that nothing is gonna happen?”

-You couldn’t care less about their words as you saw the light of the baby monitor light up.

-Eyes widening, you tried to get out of your  restraints to turn it off but to no avail, the soft babbles of your son could be heard coming from the device sending the whole room into an uncomfortable silence. 

-Before you know it, the one that tackled you pushed his partner towards you. 

- “Keep her in check while I go pay a visit to the other room.” 

-Managing to get the gag out of your mouth, your eyes frantic, you tried to reason with him. 

- “I’ll give you whatever you want just stay away from that door, please.” 

- “The number 2 hero has plenty of money. I bet he would be willing to give a handsome amount for that brat in there. What do you say babycakes? 

- “Dude you’re taking it too far-” 

- “Stay away from them!” 

-You realized your mistake a little too late, the new information making the man's eyes light up.

-Two cries came from the twins’ room due to the commotion and your panic rose. 

-But then you saw it. 

-The single feather hovering over the mans’ head, as red and vibrant as ever. 

-You let out a sigh of relief as a wave of red feathers flooded your living room, cutting you free from your restraints. 

-Without missing a beat you sprinted to the door, stepping inside and locking it. 

-Both of them were awake and teary eyed but at the sight of you they calmed down a bit. 

-Taking them out of their cribs, you sat in the far corner with both of them in your lap waiting for the moment Keigo would knock on your door. 

-One would assume that being part of the hero industry, although you weren’t a full blown hero yourself, mere bulgars wouldn’t really faze you. 

-In reality you hadn’t been afraid for your own life, you couldn’t care less about yourself at that moment, but when you realized that they knew about the twins everything slowly fell apart.  

-After what seemed like an eternity a soft knock came from the locked door. 

- “Y/N, dove, open up.”

-Raising to your feet, you almost ripped the door handle out of position in your rush. 

-Once Keigo came into view you didn’t miss a beat before pressing yourself close to his chest, the twins just happy to see their dad. 

- “There are my favorite Takamis!” he said kissing their heads as his wings enclosed all of you. 

- “Dove they are gone, don’t worry. I’m here. We’re alright.” 

-The news report the next morning said that two men were found on the top of the police department butt naked. 

Todoroki Shoto

-Poor man had merely gone to get take out. 

-He hadn’t been gone for that long. 

-But apparently the villains had been waiting for him to leave the house so they could go in. 

-You were still inside with your daughters; the twins chasing each other in their matching onesies while you sat on the living room couch with your youngest.

-You heard the front door open suddenly and at first you assumed that Shoto had forgotten his wallet again.

-But the footsteps were too heavy and his voice didn’t echo through the entrance hall. 

-He always said something when he came in and his footsteps have become lighter ever since the girls were born. 

-Sensing that something was off you placed your toddler in her crib and motioned towards the twins. 

- “Stay with your sister and no matter what you hear you do NOT come into the hallway. Understood?”

- “But what-”

- “Rei do I make myself clear?” 

-Nodding their heads they took their seats in front of the crib, Ren squeezing her hand through the bars to gently grab her sister's chubby hand. 

-Taking a deep breath you entered the hallway and lo and behold, two strangers were staring back at you. 

- “Can I help you gentlemen?” 

-After a few seconds the one closest to the door flung himself at you while the other one started digging through his pockets. 

-Swiftly dodging the attack, you grabbed his wrist and swang him with incredible force to the wall, letting go of him as you turned your attention to the other one. 

-And then you felt a sharp pain course up your right leg as a heaviness settled on your chest. 

-The room began to spin while the air was knocked out of your lungs.

-You kneeled down, hand over your heart as you tried to use your quirk. 

-Nothing happened though; it was like you didn’t have one at all. 

- “Quirk cancelling bullets, aren’t they neat?” 

-The man stared down at you as ever so slowly your senses came back at you. 

- “I can still beat your ass even without a quirk.”

- “I don’t think you’ll do that.”

-Angry voices could be heard from the other room before the man you had slammed into the wall appeared again, blood dripping from his nose and onto the snow white hair of your daughter.

-Ren looked at you, tears forming in her eyes as a red flash of hair jumped onto the man. 

-Rei was having none of it.

-Taking that opportunity you kicked the one in front of you in the groin before separating the girls from the other, sprinting into the living room, closing the sliding doors behind you. 

-Laying the girls on the couch you grabbed one of the fireplace tools and got into a fighting position. 

-Soon enough the door opened revealing none other than Shoto himself.

- “Are you all alright? Did they hurt you?”

-He looked absolutely disheveled, his hair going in different directions as his gaze frantically scanned all four of you, his eyes lingering at your slightly raised leg. 

-The twins hopped off the couch and tackled his legs. 

-Shoto crouched down hugging them both tightly as they started to sniffle into their dad’s chest. 

- “T-they hurt mama and t-tried to hurt Ren.”

-He shot you a look but you waved him off, deciding to instead check on the baby before joining them on the living room floor. 

- “I won’t let them touch you ever again, even if it's the last thing I do.”

Dabi/Touya Todoroki *I ain't never letting this go*

-In reality the dudes didn’t know you were preggos. 

-You were too early on so you couldn’t tell you were preggo but still. 

-They knew that you had something going with Dabi and that’s why they wanted to fuck with you. 

-They thought that they would gain something from trying * key word trying * to take you.

-They were wrong though because a) they got their asses kicked by you and b) they got fried once Dabi found them. 

-You were chilling at Dabis’ while he was out to get you some mustard and a chocolate bar because cravings, when you heard the door open. 

-Immediately you knew it wasn’t Dabi. 

-You would’ve heard him grumbling under his breath about forgetting to take money with him * bc you have been pushing him to pay for stuff every once in a  while* or he would be shouting at you that your disgusting meal had arrived. 

-Neither of these things happened so something was up. 

-Not bothering to get up because you didn’t give two fucks, you waited for whoever stepped inside the apartment to show themselves. 

-You are a villain hun you ain’t about to stress over some crusty ass dude trespassing into your house because you could obliterate his ass from the face of the earth in negative five seconds. 

-Whispers and a frantic “But what if he comes back?” was all you heard before the ground breaking phrase left their mouth. 

- “Who cares? She’s a woman, how strong can she be anyways?”

-You were livid. 

-It might have been a mix of your hormones along with the fact that that was hella sexist but you were ready to beat some crusty ass. 

-Laying down on the couch and pretending to be asleep you waited for them. 

-And soon enough you felt the three figures standing over you. 

- “See easy as hell.” 

- “And hot as hell, please don’t forget that.” 

-All three of them stared down at you like that pikachu meme for a solid minute before scrambling to activate their quirks. 

- “We don’t wanna hurt a pretty girl like you so please don’t cause a fuss.” 

- “Oh baby you think you can hurt me? Please have you seen who I’m dating?” 

-Slowly standing up you flicked your wrist and one of them dropped to the floor. 

-You made your way to the kitchen pouring yourself a glass of water right when one of them ran into you, pinning you to the counter. 

- “Watch it there bud I’m carrying precious carg-”

- “Shut up you fucking slut! You’ll come with us whether you like it or not.” 

- “The only person who can boss me around is not currently in this room so I suggest you let go.” 

- “Yeah you should probably let her go.” 

-At the sound of his deep voice you knew that they were dead men. 

-The one basically on top of you stared at Dabi in horror as you pushed him off of you. 

-Making your way to your boyfriend you gave him a small peck while he rested a hand over you stomach as a silent ‘are you okay?’.

-Shrugging you took the bag from his hands and went into your bedroom, not caring to see what he was about to do to them. 

-You were hungry anyways. 

- “Now which one of you wants to be roasted first?”

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Strange Love Chapter 14

Songs referenced: Crystal by Stevie Nicks

Summary: You have a girls day with your friends Robin and Ali and admit something. Eddie gets a call and it changes the course his night and his friendship with Y/N.

Word Count: 4884

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Chapter 14: Confessions

November 9, 1985

“What war did the stock market crash, causing a great depression?” Ali quizzed as you and Robin sat in Robin’s room. You were studying for a big test in Mrs. Click’s class. 

“1929,” Robin said matter of factly.

“Correct!” Ali said excitedly. “Next question: who was the president during said stock market crash?” Ali asked, looking in her eyes but your mind was everywhere but American History. You were thinking about Eddie Munson and how every time you were with him, you felt so safe and complete. How he constantly goes out of his way to make your day.

“Y/N?” Ali says, breaking you from your thoughts.

“Huh?” you say, refocusing.

“Who was the president when the stock market crashed?” Ali asked again.

“Umm..Roosevelt?” you ask, not thinking clearly.

“Nope. Herbert Hoover.” Ali says.

“Okay what is going on? You’ve missed three questions in a row and you’re the history whiz here,” Robin asks, closing her books and looking at you.

“Nothing, I just can’t focus right now,” you say.

“Okay and why can’t you focus right now? What’s on your mind?” Ali asks getting down on the bed with the two of you.

“Eddie is what’s on my mind,” you say honestly. At the sound of that, they got closer to you with all plans of studying gone out the window.

“What’s wrong with Eddie?” Robin asks, grabbing a pillow to hold onto. 

“I definitely like him,” you start as the girls squeal in excitement, “He seems all scary and dangerous to everyone else but with me, he’s so funny, witty, gentle and understanding. He spent the entirety of Halloween hanging out and cuddling me. Like dude…he dressed up as Dr. Frank-N-Furter to cheer me up.” You gush.

“Eddie Munson dressed as Dr. Frank-N-Furter?!” Ali shrieked.

“YES! To my Columbia! And I had no idea about his movie plan last week until the morning of when he was having coffee with my mom,” you gush.

“Seriously?” Robin asks, eyes widening.

“Like they were two old biddies catching up after 15 years,” you confirm, “And everytime we hold hands I get this electric current that pulses through me. Whenever he touches my thigh, I wanna leap out of my body and jump his bones,” you admit.

“Girl, you are in deep,” Ali says laughing.

“I know! I even wrote him a note during O’Donnell’s explaining my feelings for him but I haven’t given it to him yet. I chickened out and put it in one of my folders before Hellfire,” you say.

“Let me see it. At least make sure that it makes sense and isn’t jumbled nonsensical feelings vomited on a page,” Ali says honestly. You start to dig through your backpack, going through every one of your folders trying to find it but are unsuccessful.

“It’s not here anymore,” you say, panicked. 

“Where did you last have it?” Robin asks calmly.

“In O’Donnell’s. I swear I put it in my bag in one of my folders,” you say double checking each of the folders.

“Maybe it’s in your locker?” Robin offers.

“Did you put it somewhere weird?” Ali asked as she also looked through your papers. Shit.

“I gave my D&D folder to Eddie. You don’t think…” you say, stopping yourself.

“Oh shit” Robin says

“You better pray he doesn’t read it,” Ali says.

“Yeah…yeah…it’s not like I put his name on it or addressed it,” you try to recall.

“Exactly you’ll be fine,” Robin reassures you.

“Yeah I’m sure,” you say.

“Oh my god I just came up with the best plan ever. What if you ask him to the Winter’s Ball? Like a proper date so that even if he does read the letter. You’re one step ahead of him.” Ali says.

“That’s…not a bad idea,” you say.

“Here. Forget history. Let’s plan out how we’re gonna do this,” Ali says, putting the history books away.

Eddie’s POV

I was at home doing laundry and fucking around with my guitar, trying to perfect that new song but I couldn’t get Y/N out of my head. She was beautiful, funny, smart, listened to metal and welcomed me into her home like it was so easy. Fuck, everything was easy with her. I just wanted to spend all my time with her. Before I knew it, it was sunset and Uncle Wayne was heading to work. I was playing some Dio when the phone rang. I got up from my bed and went to answer it.

“Munson residence,” I say.

“Hey Eds!” my favorite voice said through the phone.

“Hiya princess. What’s up?” I ask, sitting on the counter.

“You busy?” she asks immediately.

“Not at all. Actually, I'm bored.” I say.

“Perfect because I am too. Wanna pick me up and go to the arcade?” she offers. I laugh a little at her offer and immediately felt better.

“Sure I”ll be there in ten minutes,” I say with a huge smile on my face

“Okay I’ll meet you outside. See you soon!” she says before hanging up. I hang up the phone and quickly jog back to my room to grab my keys and wallet. After grabbing them and throwing on my shoes, I head out the door to my van and hop in. I start it up and back out, heading towards Y/N’s house. I turn on the radio and hear the sounds of Led Zeppelin playing and I let it go on. Ever since Y/N told me she had a crush on someone, it has kept my mind racing for days trying to figure it out. But at the same time, there was this little green monster screaming at me that she should date me.

Yeah, sure Eddie, cause Y/N wants to date the school freak, I thought to myself as I sigh. I did really like Y/N but I didn’t wanna risk losing her. These thoughts ate away at me while I drove to her house. As promised, there she sat on the step of her porch waiting. As soon as she caught sight of the van, she sprinted down to the curb as I slowed down for her to hop in. I stopped and she opened the door and hopped in quickly, closing the door behind her.

“Hey you. You ready to go to the arcade?” I ask as I start to drive down the street. 

“Definitely. Thanks for picking me up Eddie. My stupid brother is coming to town tonight and he has to have my car for the duration of his stay so I’m basically grounded unless I wanna bike everywhere in November,” you remark.

“Seriously? Well feel free to call me if you need a ride somewhere. I don’t want you walking or biking in the cold,” I say with a smile.

“Thanks Eddie. I’ll probably take you up on that offer” she says.

“So who is your brother anyways?” I ask curiously.

“His name’s Leo. He was a senior last year who played baseball, basketball and ran track. He ran with the party crowd and was on the prom court,” she says with an eye roll.

“So he definitely wouldn’t have gotten along with me?” I say with a raised eyebrow as I turn towards the arcade.

“Probably not. He’s kind of a jerk.” she says.

“He sounds like it,” I say sympathetically as we get to the street the arcade was on.

“He’s just one of those people who are perfect and you can never live up to that level. Mom worships him and wants me to be more like him,” she admits.

“I don’t understand why when you’re pretty damn special,” I say as I squeeze her hand.

“Thank you Eddie, I think you’re pretty amazing too.” she says back.

“Aww thanks Y/N” I say as I turn into the parking lot. I park right up front and shut the van off. Y/N grabs her bag and slings it over her head as she exits the van. I follow her lead as we close the van doors and walk up the arcade. There wasn’t many people here except some middle schoolers working on maintaining their high scores. I followed her lead to a pair of bright blue neon colored machines. She wordlessly reached into her purse and grabbed a smaller bag and started digging out some change. Moments later, she sat the bag at her feet and inserted the change into the machine and 8 brightly colored orange balls canked against each other as they released down the shoot.

“Skee ball is your game of choice?” I ask as I watch her grab the first ball, rolling it up the runway and it plummets in the 40 point marker.

“Yeah. Dave used to take us here almost every Sunday when he would give our parents a break,” she says as she tosses another ball up the runway and sinks it in the 50 point pocket. “Come play with me. It’ll help ease my stress,” she says, beckoning me over to the machine next to her. I walk over, digging 50 cents out of my pocket and inserting them into the coin slot, pushing in before releasing and hearing the balls roll down the side pocket. I grab one and roll it up the runway, getting in it the first hole for 10 points. Fuck.

“This is just a warm up round anyways Eddie,” she says with a giggle. We shot a few more shots in silence, her getting more points than I but that was fine with me. I was just happy to be in her presence.

“I feel like such a failure because my high school life doesn’t mirror that of Leo’s,” she says suddenly as she aggressively throws a ball, sinking a 100 point pocket.

“Well you’re not a failure, first of all. I know that shit matters in college but will it matter when we’re in our thirties? I kind of doubt it,” I try to reassure her.

“It’s just that he’s gonna be here til the week after Thanksgiving, which feels super weird considering ours is only a week so I think he fucked up somehow. It’s like there’s gonna be a dragon breathing it’s hot breath down my neck. Asking about my grades, extra curriculars, social life, work life, college applications, my lack of a dating life. He’s got quite the variety of places to start,” she says dryly as she shoots another ball up the runaway, sinking 10 points.

“Wanna stay at my place tonight so you can have more time before Hurricane Leo hits,” I offer as I shoot my last ball.

“Yes I do,” she says with a small smile, “Enough about my sad life. What are you and Wayne doing for Thanksgiving this year?” she asks.

“We usually cook a turkey and watch tv together. Let me guess: your whole family comes over and it’s super stressful because they are so worried about the first born?” I ask as I dig out more coins.

“I would rather have your holiday than mine. Let’s just leave it at that.” she muses and I feel touched.

“Yeah I can imagine why,” I say as I get my second round started.

“The hottest topic right now is who I’m taking to the Winter’s Ball, according to my mother anyways,” she says as she digs out more coins.

“Oh yes, yes it is. Are you going to take that mystery crush of yours who you won’t tell me the identity of?” i pester, really curious who the bastard is.

“Yeah, I might ask him. I’m gonna have to go one way or another because my mom is already paying for a dress this week.” she says as she sighs

“Yeah, looks like you’re going to Formal there buddy,” I say with a laugh as I score 30 points.

“I know but I’m nervous about going because of the whole Rob and Misty thing since they kind of “rule the school” under Jason Carver’s watchful eye.” she says.

“Fuck all of them. You’ll do fine and if anything happens, I’ll simply come to your rescue,” I say matter of factly because it’s not a big deal. I care about Y/N and I want her to have a good night, even if it wasn’t my scene.

We finished our game; Y/N winning both rounds and we were heading to the game counter when suddenly I feel Y/N yanking me into a booth.

“GAH! What the–” I say as I adjust my surroundings and realize she pulled me into a photo booth.

“I wanna make as many memories as I can and I want proof of them for later,” she says as she hands me a few ones. I nod and put in the money, starting the countdown. I quickly get in close and smile for the camera. The flash clicks and the time starts again and I stick out my tongue at the camera. Click! Then we did my signature Satan pose together; tongues out, devil’s horns up. Click! For the last one, I couldn’t help myself, I just stared at Y/N. She was so beautiful, warm and smelled like cinnamon all the time and her hair always smelled of apples somehow. She looked at me at the last second and smiled at me. All I can do is smile back at her to keep from kissing her. The last click sounds as it starts to print out our photos.

“Thanks for being my best friend Y/N” I say, caressing her cheek. She leaned into my touch and sighed.

“Thanks for being my best friend Eddie. You are so important to me,” she said with a smile.

About an hour later, we arrived back at my trailer and were getting changed for bed. I had given Y/N one of my Hellfire shirts for the night and I had changed into my pajama pants and Y/N had put on a mixtape she had in her purse that she had made. When she came back into the room, she looked so damn good in my shirt. I just wanted to see her in all my clothes and then out of them. She laid down on the bed and I followed her lead, laying behind her with our legs entwined as we talked about absolutely nothing. I found out she preferred R2-D2 to C3PO and was pro-Ewok because “they rescued Princess Leia so how could you hate them?”. She read romance novels because they were an easy escape from reality but she preferred a good sci-fi or horror novel. The music she chose was soft and calm, just like her. I knew it was Stevie Nicks but didn’t know the exact song. She sang along to every word with her eyes closed.

“I turned around and the water was closing all around like a glove, like the love that had finally, finally found me. Then I knew in the crystalline knowledge of you. Drove me through the mountains, through the crystal-like clear water fountains. Drove me like a magnet to the seeaaaaaaa. How the faces of love have changed, turning the pages and I have changed ohhh but you, you remain ageless.” She sang as I listened intently to her and wished I could live in the moment forever just listening to her sing to me in my bed in my arms. 

When the song ended, I wordlessly leaned up to grab my bag of weed and papers. Y/N handed me a magazine off the floor with a smile as she continued to sing along to the song. I rolled up a fat joint while she sang to the next song that I assumed was called Case of You by the chorus. I really liked hearing Y/N’s voice so I didn’t dare interrupt her. I liked everything about her, I realized, even her mixtape that seemed to match her personality: calm, soft and sweet. I finished the joint right as the song ended and passing to her. She put it between her lips before grabbing a lighter from my dresser and lighting up. She inhaled and exhaled, taking a big hit before blowing the smoke out and taking it back in her nose, like a fire breathing dragon pondering the request of a mere peasant. She looked fucking amazing as she did it again. I took the joint from her and took my own few hits. We stayed in a comfortable silence as a familiar song played off her mixtape: Season of the Witch by Donovan.

“Can you make me a copy of this mixtape? I really like it,” I admit as I take the joint from her again.

“Sure Eds, I can do that,” she says as I sing along to the bridge, taking my hit in between lyrics.

“I think I’m gonna pass out after this joint” I say with a yawn. She nodded in agreement as she yawned in return. I put the joint out in the ashtray and laid down in bed next to her. She got up and shut off the lights before returning to bed, snuggling in my blankets. Once she got comfortable, I pulled her in close in my arms feeling sleep start to come over me. The last thing on my mind was how I loved the sight of Y/N in my shirt.

YOUR POV

7:45AM

Sunlight started to peek through the curtains of the bedroom as I moaned and turned over, Eddie’s arms tightening around me as he nuzzled his face into my neck, his dark curls tickling my cheek. I lay there for a while longer until I felt a pressure in my lower abdomen. Of course when I get comfortable, I have to get up and pee, I think. I hear someone rustling about in the kitchen and I assume it's his Uncle Wayne. I’ve heard many lovely things about him over the last few months but haven’t met him yet due to opposite schedules. I started to detangle my legs from his and slowly got out his arms. I successfully escaped his bed, slowly and quietly making my way to the door. I opened it as quietly as I could, trying not to make any noise as I stealthily made my way to the door on my left hand side leading me super close to the kitchen where Wayne was. I closed the door behind me quietly as I took care of my business, anxiety riding up as you finished up, flushing the towel and washing your hands. I open the bathroom door quietly and start to make my way back to his room when I hear movement behind me.

“Hey Eddie I gotta question for ya,” his uncle says going to the hallway but was surprised to see me and I don’t blame him. “Oh I’m sorry Miss. I thought you was my nephew.” you turn to face him and see a man in his late 40s, early 50s with gray stubble and a short brown haircut. You smile at him.

“Unfortunately I’m not the man of the hour. He’s still asleep, uh…I’m Y/N” I say, extending my hand, which he takes and shakes.

“Wayne Munson. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Can I offer you a cup of coffee or some breakfast?” he offers, pointing a finger towards the kitchen. 

“I would love a cup of coffee thank you,” you say, following him to the kitchen and taking the seat opposite him. Wayne fixed my cup of coffee for me and brought it over to me with a piece of toast.

“Thank you Mr. Munson,” you say as you add sugar to your coffee.

“Wayne please. Mr. Munson was my father,” he says with an arm wave, “So you must be the girl Eddie is spending all his time with lately,” he says with a smile as he takes a sip of coffee.

“Yes sir. We met in English class and we got along really well. He’s a great guy and I just wish other would give him a chance before they would judge him so they could maybe see what I see.” you admit.

“I completely agree. Everything thinks he’s scary and dangerous but he’s the complete opposite,” Wayne said as you nodded, completely understanding what he meant. You’d seen the looks before but chose to ignore them because those fuckers didn’t know Eddie or didn’t care to. You felt sorry for those closed-minded assholes.

“Well Eddie has told me some things about you but if you don’t mind, while I’ve got you here, I’d like to get to know you,” Wayne says.

“Oh I don’t mind at all. Shoot away” you say.

Eddie’s pov

9:45AM

I woke up and immediately felt cold and empty in bed. I opened my eyes and sure enough, Y/N wasn’t in bed. My mind immediately became depressed because I wanted to be the one to wake her up and I hated the feeling of emptiness without her. I hoped she didn’t leave or anything. I got out of bed and looked for a shirt but suddenly heard Wayne laughing before being joined by a feminine laugh shortly after. I moved to my bedroom door and quietly opened it for a better vantage point.

“No he didn’t!” Y/N laughed.

“I swear to you, I’ve got photos but that boy five years ago had a buzzcut and was about seven inches shorter,” Wayne said with a laugh.

“Wow how dangerous,” Y/N joked at the thought.

“I’m just glad Eddie finally met someone who understands him,” Wayne says genuinely. I wondered how long they had been talking at this point considering how friendly they were with each other. I open the door and walk as quietly as I can down the hallway, not wanting to disturb them as I snuck into the kitchen.

“Well there’s the man of the house. Morning Eddie,” Wayne says to me as I pour my cup of coffee.

“Morning Uncle Wayne. I see you met Y/N” I say as I stir in the milk and sugar.

“Yeah I have and I gotta say I like her. A lot.” Wayne says with a smile.

“Yeah I might keep her around” I joke, making Y/N laugh.

“I said the same thing about you, Eds,” she jokes. I took a seat on the counter facing them as I took a drink of my coffee.

“So how long have you two been together?” Wayne asks. I almost burned my tongue at the question. Fuck, I kind of want to be more than friends with Y/N but I’ve never told anyone that, especially not Wayne. Sure I’ve talked about her like when I’m going to go hang out with her (which is often) and we do sleep over at each other's houses. So I guess I can see his logic.

“Oh…uh…we’re just friends Uncle Wayne,” I say awkwardly. By the look on Y/N’s face, I could tell she was hurt and I wanted to kick myself in the balls for doing that to her. That was the last thing I wanted to do was reject her. Fuck I wanted to ask her out but I can’t do that until I figure out the deal with her crush.

11:30AM

Y/N was getting changed back into her jeans while I got dressed for the day in a Judas Priest shirt and jeans with a rip or two in them before putting on my cleanest socks and my shoes. I went out to the living room where Wayne was watching fishing when Y/N walked out in her own ripped jeans, MY Hellfire shirt and her boots. Goddamn she could wear that shirt every day and it would still take my breath away.

“You ready to go?” I ask, rolling my keyring around my finger. She nodded before saying bye to Wayne and leading the way out of the trailer.

“I’ll be back soon,” I say as I close the door and catch up to her, opening her door for her. She thanks me as I close the door and go to my own side. I get in and start the van, backing out and starting to drive while she flipped through the radio stations, settling on a slower rock ballad by David Bowie.

“Still don’t know what I was waiting for and my time keeps running wild, a million dead-end streets and every time I thought I’d got it made, it seemed the taste was not so sweet. So I turn myself to me but I’ve never caught a glimpse of how the others must see the faker, I’m much too fast to take that test. Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (Turn and face the strange). Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes, don’t wanna be a richer man. Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (Turn and face the strange), Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes just wanna be a different man. Time may change me but I can’t change time.” she sang. Every time I think I have her music taste down, I’m taken for a loop. I try not to interrupt her train of thought since she had to focus on putting on a front for her family. I turn onto her street and look at her.

“Call me tomorrow? So we can set up our carpool schedule since your brother has your car” I say. 

“Of course Eddie. I’ll call you tomorrow night,” she says as we stop at her house. I lean over and give her a hug before she gets out and closes the door. I wait for her to go inside. 

YOUR POV

I walk up the path and the door flies open, revealing your brother Leo. He was a lot taller and more built than you remember him. He also had a new mustache he had grown over the last few months. His dark brown hair was a little bit longer than it was in high school but still looked good. His brown eyes lit up at the sight of you. You guys had been close until your dad left and he tried to basically take over the Man Of The House role. I see him smile at me and he pulls me in for a hug and I remember why I miss him. I pull away for a moment and smile.

“Hey Leo. Welcome home” I say.

“I could say the same to you. Who was that driving you home?” he asks seriously, eyebrow furrowing.

“My best friend Eddie Munson. I stayed at his house last night,” I state, pulling away completely as I head towards the door.

“Eddie Munson? The Freak?” Leo asks, shocked as he follows me. 

“Don’t call him that,” I snapped. “Yes, Eddie Munson. He’s a nice guy and he’s really been helping me feel like myself again.” 

“Just be careful. I remember last year and I almost wanted to kill that guy and I liked him. What does that say for Eddie?” Leo says.

“It says you’re staying far, far away from my love life,” I say seriously as Leo laughs. “I’m serious. I’m a big girl now Leonardo and I can handle myself just fine.” I say seriously 

“I believe you but I’m here if you need me. I just can’t believe you’re friends with Eddie Munson,” he says again.

“Okay well while you “deal” with it, I’m going to my room and doing some homework. Come get me if it’s important.” I say as I go upstairs to my room and close the door. I turn on the radio and hear some synth pop playing as I think about the events of the last few days. I really liked Eddie and I knew I had to say something soon but how? I start to scour my room in search of the letter but after hours of searching come up empty handed.

I don’t know why his comment to his uncle hurt me so deeply but it did. I am his best friend and I am happier than hell to be that for him but I also wanna be more. I have all these feelings for him and I’m starting to feel like a crazy person if I don’t tell him. God now I know how Ali felt with Steve. I picked up my favorite book and laid down, starting it again as I got lost in the world of Florin.

It was dark by the time Leo knocked on my door saying dinner was ready. I came downstairs and made my plate of mashed potatoes, broccoli and grabbed one of the steaks with a knife before joining them at the table, already lost in one of Leo’s college tales of excellence. I wanted to gag myself with a spoon at the look of pride in my mother’s eyes, knowing I would never know that look. I ate mostly in silence unless I was addressed or asked a question. Once dinner was done, I started up the stairs yelling about going to bed. I locked my door and grabbed my book, falling asleep right as Inigo and the Man In Black were about to duel.

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Can I ask the 2p allies and the 2p axis, separately to each of them, reacting to a love confession from a close country with whom they recently developed feelings but did not yet confess because they feared she would reject them as she was too good a girl for them? ❤️

“I love you.” That was all it took to change his world.

France – François stood there. He couldn’t have heard that right, did they really just confess to him?

He is confused. François is a firm believer that you often get someone at a similar level to you in relationships. An example of this is wanting to be with someone active, for the relationship to work you have to either already by at that level or work toward that level of fitness. So, to have perfection not only acknowledge him, but like him back causes a second or two of him blue screening.

After his blue screening, François will tell her how he feels. His words will be kept simple but will feel poetic. He will also not allow her to leave his side until a time and day is set for their first date.

America – Allen smiled, it wasn’t the overconfident smirk or the wide predator’s grin he usually showed. It was a genuine smile big and full of hope.

For Allen, in this moment the world felt bright and colorful. The sounds that were once so loud became quiet and the only beings to exist were the two of them. He was happy and this level of purity was not something he had felt in a long time.

Since this relationship is with someone that Allen feels like would reject him, he would feel his ego grow. Don’t get me wrong, he would be amazing and happy, but it would boost his ego. It was not only a sign your love was meant to be, but that he was also irresistible.

Allen would take her on a date that very hour. It would be something informal like dinner at a diner. They would talk for a while and enjoy each other’s presence.

Canada – Matt’s hand came to cover his face. Looking closely, one could see the blush covering his cheeks as he laughed.

Laughing may seem like a weird reaction, but it is one way Matt shows feelings of relief and joy. He had never expected to end up with this cutie and for her to confess first, that isn’t very manly of him. In his mind, he would have imagined various different scenarios where he finally let this fear go and manned up. Many of them involved him winning her heart in a fight or competition. Though, he was not upset with this.

Matt would take a note out of François’ book and plan a date with her, but he would treat her to something before the date. If they had a meeting before the date, he would bring a small gift for her to the meeting and would work extra hard to be chivalrous.

England – Oliver looked stumped for a moment, before asking if it was heartfelt. Her reply of a confirmation sent Oliver launching into her arms.

Since Oliver works in the realm of emotional manipulation, he would do his best to certain that emotions like love were actually felt by the woman he yearned for. He would accept the words after double checking and be willing to show he love for her openly. After a day or two past connections would resurface, and he would be paranoid about it. Though, if she stays true in both word and deed, Oliver would do all he could to make up for his odd behavior.

Being the nation known for chivalry, he will fall right into the boyfriend role. Opening doors, carrying things for you, and coming up with amazing dates would be his forte.

Russia – Viktor’s body relaxed when he registered the words that came from her mouth. A small smile graced his features as he gently pulled her close.

This man of tradition would feel both relief and agitation. His relief in that she felt the same, while agitation that he failed to notice her pining. Viktor would tell himself that he would have to make up for his lack of attention. This would mean taking extra care to the needs of his snowflake. After all a good man does not leave his woman wanting.

Viktor would surprise her with a date a couple days after the confession. He during the time in between he would talk with her nearest kin and ensure that they know she is in good hands and that he wants the same thing has them, her happiness.

China – Jin could feel his eyes water as he smiled. He was not this blessed often and he would not take this chance for guaranteed.

It had been so long since Jin could say that a person made him happy. The last few decades, joy had come in fleeting bursts from worldly pleasures and had left him searching. Until she walked in, but the difference between them felt like canyons that Jin could never cross. She was too good, pure, and precious. While Jin walked along the deranged and dirt of the earth.

When he realized the her words were true, Jin’s tears flowed. Despite their differences, he always hoped they would be like the love stories that are so common. Lovers from different worlds that end up creating a beauty all their own.

Jin would be determined to make this relationship work. Right from the get-go he would be ready to change habits in his life to ensure that he could stay with his light.

Italy – Luciano had felt the woman of his dreams was above his station. An impossible dream meant to be indulged in the quiet hours of the morning, and yet here it was. His fantasy becoming a reality with the bright rays of the morning light. Luciano was quick to capture her lips within his own, almost as a way for him to confirm that this was not a dream.

Luciano may be smoother than butter, but even he can catch feelings. Wanting for someone that he believes that he could never have is torture. He never meant for his heart to be caught and now that it was, he had been fantasizing about them. Their words caught him off guard, it made him wonder if he was still home, lost in the throws of the land of dreams.

The kiss would not last long, but the break wouldn’t either. With a confirmation of reality, Luciano will turn up the charm and continue the kisses.

Romano – Fabrizio didn’t register that he yelled out a yes until he heard her melodious giggles. He blushed and tried to recover from his outburst, but he failed as he joined her in a chorus of laughter.

This drama king’s scream would cause the birds to panic and the rabbits to run. As much as he loves her and has gotten to know her, he would be shocked by her confession. Her purity would make him doubt that he had any chance with her. So, before the confession, he was content to just be with her.

After confession, Fabrizio would make her his number one model and do all he can to make her even more beautiful. He would love her natural beauty, obviously, but to be given the opportunity to make his angel more lustrous than the moon would be something he could never turn down.

Germany – Without a second thought Luther kissed her. He had been wanting this for so long and why not celebrate.

Luther would have been flirting around to get his mind off his sweetheart. His heart would ache because of the dark thoughts telling him, he had no chance. It would have lead to him feeling empty and tried. He was shocked when she confessed, because he thought he didn’t deserve her. He flirted with others, but he guessed she saw through him.

In the same moment he was shocked, he reacted. He put all his longing and happiness into that kiss. Luther wanted her to know that he was hers and that she would get everything he had to offer.

Luther would not leave her that night. He would spend all the time he had with her, talking about how happy he was they were together. How sorry and stupid he was for flirting with others in front of her. They would share laughs and end the night cuddling.

Prussia – Wilhelm nodded. He wasn’t sure why, but he could not form the words to say, “me too.” Though judging by her smile, Wilhelm guessed that she understood too.

Though quiet, Wilhelm can be further shocked into silence. The phrase “I love you” was one he rarely even heard between him and his family. To hear it from this angel, it caused his vocal cords to seize. He wanted nothing more than to offer prayers of gratitude to his God. Despite his fallen state, and her purity, Wilhelm had been blessed with her love.

Wilhelm would not be able to talk for a bit after. He would be so happy and allow his lover to do all the talking. Once he could control his vocal cords, Wilhelm would ask if it would be okay to take her out for a date. With the start of their courtship assured, Wilhelm would then bask in her presence.

Japan – Kurai may not have smiled, but there was something in his eyes and his posture that showed joy.

Kurai knew that he had blood staining his hands, and he did not want to tarnish his blossom. It would bring him shame to even think about taking her light and turning it dark. Yet, Kurai could not stop his mind from wondering what her lips felt like and what she was like in her most tender moments. Their distance hurt, but he could only hope of one day gaining the confidence to over come it.

With her confession Kurai felt a weight leave his shoulders. Maybe he could find joy in this life. Maybe it came from falling in love with her. Though he doesn’t show much emotion, Kurai shows it in actions. He will hold her hand so tenderly in that moment and look upon her with eyes full of love.

[buckyssoldat]

The one (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: Sharon confesses her love to Steve and his girlfriend accidentally hears it, which leaves her insecure and confused. Does Steve love her or Sharon?

Word count: 2650

Warnings: fluff mixed with angst and sadness, alcohol consumption, strong language, mentions of sex, implied smut

A/N: Hope everyone likes this! Also, please check my fic ‘Forsaken - The Fallen Soldier’. Feedback is always appreciated, don’t be shy to share your thoughts on this :)

Her eyes pooled with water as she watched her best friends in the living room of their apartment. She and Steve had been together for almost two years and everything was great, well, except for one thing – Sharon Carter, her best friend in the whole world, was in love with her boyfriend.

Both Sharon and Steve thought they were home alone. They started drinking late at night, which led them to play some games. The one being played at the moment was to tell their deep and darkest secrets. They didn’t hear her come in, so they continued playing the game. And she entered her apartment right when Sharon was exposing hers.

“Steve…” she heard Sharon say while looking at him, “I have always loved you…”

It was in that exact moment that she felt her heart break into million pieces. Sharon was one of her best friends and she trusted her with her whole life, but there was always a part in her that felt jealous of hear, even though she didn’t show it, or at least she tried not to. Having the perfect boyfriend, one of the best agents at Shield, being so beautiful and strong, and the way Steve would sometimes look at her. She had noticed it since she first joined the team. She even thought he was in love with Sharon, but those feelings went away when they finally started dating. She would sometimes feel a bit jealous of their close friendship, but she knew Steve loved her and would never leave her. Seeing Sharon professing her love for him made her feel insecure again, especially after the way Steve looked at her, as if he were ready to confess his love for her as well.

After that unexpected confession, she entered the living room, pretending she didn’t hear what had happened. The best way to deal with it was not dealing with it, or at least that was what she thought. When Steve noticed her presence, he went immediately to her arms, happy to see her home. She did hug him back, but Steve noticed something was wrong with her, especially after seeing her reject Sharon’s hug and giving her a smile instead before going back to the kitchen to make herself some coffee. He decided to speak with her once Sharon left, which happened just a few minutes later. She sensed her best friend was acting strange, so she decided to leave the couple alone and go home.

“You were acting weird” Steve said as he took another bite of the pizza they had ordered for dinner, “Did something happen at work? Was Nat too hard on you during training? She can be like that sometimes, but she doesn’t mean it.”

“I wasn’t acting strange” she answered without looking at him.

“You were. I felt it when I hugged you and then you rejected Sharon’s hug. Did I do something wrong? If I did, please tell me what it was. I hate seeing you like this.”

she sighed before finally locking eyes with her boyfriend, “You did nothing wrong, Steve. I’m just tired from training all day, nothing more.” She got up from the couch and patted his shoulder, “I’m going to bed. Goodnight, Steve.”

He didn’t even have the time to answer her, as she was already inside his bedroom, ready to go to sleep.

Once she was inside their bedroom, she took off all her clothes and picked an old t-shirt from his closet. As she laid down on the bed, she was engulfed by his scent, which was the final straw for her. The tears she had been trying to hold while she ate dinner with Steve were finally running down her cheeks and falling on the pillowcase. Why was she so insecure? Steve loved her more than anything and would never intentionally hurt her. Sharon was not a threat to their relationship, she was happily in a relationship with Frank and would never leave him. So why was she feeling so sad and insecure, afraid to lose the only person she ever truly loved? Steve entered the bedroom only a few minutes later, making her clean her wet cheeks as quick as she could before he noticed. He took off all his clothes, except his boxers, and laid next to her. As usual, he stretched his arms so they could fall asleep cuddling each other, but she immediately moved away from him.

He called her name, trying to figure out what was happening with her, but she didn’t answer him. Deciding that it was best to let her sleep, he shifted himself around, turning her back on her. And for the first time since the couple started dating, they slept with their backs to each other.

 It was almost nine in the morning when Steve woke up. Luckily, the entire team had the day off, so he didn’t have to worry about going to work. He turned around, ready to meet his lover, but he only found an empty side of the bed and a note on top of her pillow.

Going off the grid for a few days. Already talked with Nat. Be back for Tony and Pepper’s wedding. I love you.

At first, he double checked the calligraphy in the note to make sure it was hers. Then, he thought it was a prank and that was gonna be waiting for him in the kitchen, but when he got up and didn’t find her there, he started to panic. Picking up his phone, he tried to call her, but she had left her phone on top of the coffee table. Next option was to call Natasha since she said in her note she had already talked with her, but her phone was off, so he got dressed and went to her apartment.

After ringing Nat’s bell for almost a minute straight, she finally opened the door, wearing a robe and yawning.

“Cap? Is everything alright?” she asked as she motioned him to come in.

“Where is she?” he questioned, already inside of her living room.

“Um, I don’t know Steve” Nat started to get worried about her friends. “She called me at 6am saying that she needed a break until Tony’s wedding. I thought she told you.”

“She didn’t.” Steve was pacing back and forth in front of the couch, nervously running his hands through his hair. “I woke up this morning and she was already gone. She left me this.” He handed the note to her. “I’m worried about her, Natasha. She was acting strange yesterday, but I was gonna talk to her about it today and now she’s gone and she-”

“Steve,” Nat interrupted him, “She is okay, I’m sure of it. The wedding is in just four days and she will be back by then. Whatever she’s going through, you’re gonna solve it together, but if she needs space, you gotta give her space, otherwise she will never come back. You know how she is, she doesn’t handle pressure well.”

“I just… I just wanna know what’s bothering her so I can help her get through it.” Steve’s voice was much calmer than it was before.

Nat went to his side and put her hand on his shoulder, “Just wait until Tony’s wedding and then you’ll talk to her.”

 The next four days were like hell for Steve. He couldn’t stop worrying about her, thinking about where she was and if she was safe or not. The morning of Tony’s wedding, Steve got dressed and went to the venue. When he arrived there, he saw her happily speaking to Thor. There was a time where Steve was extremely jealous of the god of thunder. When he joined the team, him and her immediately started flirting back and forth. Back then, Steve and she weren’t dating yet, but he loved her. He accidentally found out that she and Thor were sleeping together when he went to her place late at night. It was something they usually did, go to each other’s apartments when one of them couldn’t sleep. That night, Steve was so distraught about Thor that he didn’t even text her he was coming over. When she opened her front door, she was only wearing a big white t-shirt that barely covered her bottom. The first thing Steve noticed was how effortlessly beautiful she looked; the second thing was that she wouldn’t wear that kind of t-shirt; the third thing was the t-shirt was a men’s shirt.

 “I’m sorry, I forgot to ask you if I could come over” Steve cocked his head to the right, getting a clear view of her living room, where clothes were scattered all over the place. That was when he noticed the hammer on top of her coffee table. And then he remembered Thor was wearing a white t-shirt that day. “I didn’t know you had company. I’m sorry, I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

“Yeah, um…” her cheeks were burning with embarrassment. She knew Steve noticed the clothes and the hammer on her living room and the men’s t-shirt she was wearing, “this isn’t really a good time, but I can get dressed and we can go to your apartment. It’s fine Steve, really, I just gotta-”

“No,” he interrupted her, “it’s okay. I should have asked if I could come over. We’ll talk tomorrow, okay? Have fun.” Steve immediately left, not giving her an opportunity to answer him.

 Since she and Thor stopped sleeping together, Steve never felt jealous of him again, especially after the Asgardian reassured him he didn’t have feelings for her and that he should tell her how he felt about her.

When the couple finally locked eyes, she looked away, continuing her conversation with Thor. Stee went to Sharon so they could finally talk about her confession a few days ago. Little did he know was that she saw them together and got closer to the pair without them noticing so she could hear the conversation. She knew it was wrong to eavesdrop on her boyfriend and her best friend, but she had to. What if Steve was telling Sharon he had always loved her as well? It was possible. Sharon loved Steve even though she had Frank. What if she was like Frank?

It wasn’t the conversation that broke her heart even more, but the look Steve had on his face as he watched Sharon walk away. In her mind, he looked at her as if she was his whole world, as if she was the only person he had ever loved. She thought Steve looked at Sharon like she thought he looked at her and that broke her completely, but she couldn’t ruin Tony and Pepper’s special day, so she had to hold it together. Every time Steve tried to approach her, she would sneak her way around and dodge him.

After telling a couple of funny stories about Tony to Pepper, she made her way to the bar so she could grab another drink, but the bartender wasn’t there. She decided to sit in one of the stools and wait. When Steve saw her alone, he went to her. This was his opportunity to finally talk to her for the first time in almost five days.

“Hey” he said as he sat next to her.

“Hi” she mumbled as she fidgeted with her fingers.

“I’m sorry.”

She let out a snarky laugh, “You don’t even know what you’re sorry for, Steve, so why are you apologizing?”

“I don’t, but-”

“Do you love her back?”

“What?” Steve asked confused.

“I know what Sharon confessed to you that night. I know how she feels about you. My question is, do you love her back or not?”

“How do you-”

“Just answer me, Steve.”

“No, I don’t love her. I mean, I do love her, but not like that anymore. I stopped loving her as soon as I saw you walk in into the tower.”

He tried to put his hand on top of her, but she quickly dismissed his touch. She didn’t believe what he had just said, not after seeing the way he looked at Sharon. Steve loved Sharon and she was just a replacement since he couldn’t have the real deal. She got up, but he gently grabbed her wrist.

“Please, I’m telling you the truth.”

“Let me go. This is Tony and Pepper’s day, I don’t wanna cause a scene, so let me go, Cap. Now.” Steve did as she asked and let go of her wrist. “Call me when you decide to stop lying.”

She left him alone at the bar. Sharon didn’t hear their conversation, but she noticed the way she looked as she made her way to Tony and Pepper to apologize for leaving so early. Sharon wanted to go to Steve, but she knew it would only make him feel worse about himself. She was sure he was in love with his girlfriend and that she was the love of his life, but she was also sure that her confession had left him confused.

 She took off a couple more days. No one knew why, only Steve. Sharon suspected it was because of her, but she didn’t say anything. She got the confirmation when she didn’t visit her at the hospital after she was hurt in a mission. The only thing she got from her was a text saying “Glad you’re okay” and nothing more.

After almost one week and a half, she finally decided to text her boyfriend.

I’m ready to talk, you can come over. If you want to.

As soon as he saw that text, he sped up to their apartment. Truth was, he missed her like crazy and couldn’t go on one more day without her. Bucky was right – she was the one.

When he got there, she was sitting on their couch in the living room, a cup of coffee between her hands, waiting for him to arrive.

“Hey” he said as he joined her on the couch.

“Hi” she replied.

“So…” Steve began, “I just wanted to come clear with you – Sharon did tell me she had always loved me, and it’s true that I loved her in the past, but that changed the second you entered the tower. I fell in love the second I laid my eyes on you. And you might think I’m lying, but I’m not. I wouldn’t do that, not to you. If I loved Sharon, I would be with her. But I love you, and only you. You’re the only one and you will always be. You’re the one.”

“Steve…”

“Please, don’t leave. I can’t live without you.”

“I’m not leaving. I wanted to apologize for my behaviour. What I did was stupid and childish, I should have never run away from you, or Sharon. I just got… insecure.”

He put his arms around her shoulders and pulled her closer to him, “You have nothing to be insecure of. You’re the most beautiful person in the whole world for me and I love you more than I can ever explain.”

“I’m sorry, Steve. I really am.”

“I know you are, but I’m not the only one who deserves an apology. Sharon has been worried about you, she loves you and misses you. She was really upset when you didn’t come visit her at the hospital.”

“Don’t worry” she smiled at him, “I already talked and apologized to her before I got here. She said she was sorry for sharing that secret. We’re cool now.”

“That’s good, sweetheart” Steve grabbed her by the hips and pulled her on his lap, “Now let me show you how much I love you.”

She giggled before she grabbed him by the neck and kissed him on the lips, happy to be by his side again.

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[matbaerzal]

Like This Pt.3 | T. Jost

Summary: Tyson is the best roommate you could ask for, you can’t imagine ever living with someone else… no- no not like that, your relationship is purely platonic! (Part 1) (Part 2) < > (Part 4) A/N: I'm sorry there's no set schedule on this fic.. I'm struggling a little to find a balance between work and writing rn 😅 Warnings: alcohol consumption (not much tho) & bed-sharing. Reader pronouns: she/her Words: 2,2K Tagging: @konecny-s @softboybarzal @vitekvanecek @kerwritesthings @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 @samsteel @notaccurateornice @tysojost @justjosty @stlbluesbrat21 @sophiealiice ... lmk if you want to be tagged 💕

The bar was crowded as you shouted across the bar for a glass of water along with your second drink of the night. If you had to come out, you’d at least hold back on the drinks so you felt alright in the morning. Looking over at Tyson, you feel a hint of guilt bubbling in your stomach - you’d been avoiding him.

Rachel and Caroline had both gone home to shower and get a couple of outfit options, promising to be back in good time so you could get ready together. Tyson went to the gym and when he came home he took his usual nap spot on the couch, leaving just enough room for you to sit. Your laptop was placed on your spot, but when you came out from your room you’d taken it and sat in one of the chairs instead, intentionally not making eye contact with him as you opened it and started writing.

It felt weird, having been so close to him now. Sure, you’d cuddled before - like definitely. But not with him shirtless, and not in a bed. It was new territory and you had no idea how you felt about it.

On the other end of the bar, Tyson was sitting next to J.T., eyes on you as he spoke “I thought she knew I was coming home, I mean she did, but- I don’t know” Tyson sighs, not finding the right words. J.T. waits a moment for Tyson to collect his thoughts. “I knew the girls were over, and she usually sleeps in my bed when they are, so I tried to be quiet when I walked into my room, y’know, I didn’t want to wake her”

He looks over to check if you’re still at the bar and double-checks that your friends are still out on the dance floor before he continues. “She woke up for just a moment, and she scooted across the bed and like, cuddled me.” J.T. raises his brows as Tyson continues. “and then she falls asleep again just like that. I wake up and she’s still there in the morning, and-” Tyson checks your whereabouts again, seeing you now out on the dancefloor with your friends. “and I couldn’t help but pull her closer y’know, but she wakes up and leaves without saying much. I don’t know if I’m reading into things but it’s been kind of awkward since”

“I don’t know what to say, man” J.T. lies, he knows exactly what he wants to say, but every time he’s said it before, Tyson hasn’t listened, he’s just brushed it off.

“I just want it to go back to normal”

J.T. can’t help the sarcastic laugh that escapes him, “normal being you hiding your feelings for her, pining after her, blind to the fact that she’s pining after you too” he could blame the alcohol for being so direct.

“You don’t know that” Tyson rushes, “- you don’t know if she feels the same way”

“She looks at you the same way you look at her, Tys”

As if to save him from the harsh reality of J.T.’s words Rachel comes over to grab her purse, fishing out her wallet. She throws a comment about how the two of them should get their asses out on the dance floor before she heads to the bar yelling something about getting a round of shots.

“She’s got a point,” J.T. says before getting out of his seat - “you coming?”

Tyson sips his beer, “in a sec”

He looks over at you, getting lost in your happiness, watching from afar, afraid that if he went any closer he would be sucked in - consumed by his feelings. He’d say things he shouldn’t, at least not now, maybe not ever. He’d missed the feeling of your hands in his hair when he went to take a nap and was left feeling confused as you avoided even being close to him. He hadn’t slept well, usually, he felt refreshed after his naps, but he woke up disheveled, more tired than when he laid down in the first place. And he still felt off, even the music couldn’t shake him out of it. Not even seeing you dance, seemingly without a care in the world, could shake him out of it.

What he didn’t know was that you were trying your best to push your thoughts out of your head. Hoping that the music, your friends, and the crowd would distract you from the fact that you're still thinking about your head laying on Tyson’s bare chest, and how nice it felt, and how much you wanted to feel it again. When Rachel comes over and holds a shot out for you, you subtly give it to one of the guys, because so far the alcohol had only made you think about Tyson more. About how you missed the feeling of running your fingers through his hair, your hands itching to go over and just brush it away from his forehead so you could wipe the pout off of his face - but you don’t.

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The Bar calls for last orders and you decide to call it a night, everyone filing into separate cars to find their way home. The girls still had their stuff at your place and they were determined to get it now before going home, so Tyson took the front seat of the Uber while you and the girls sat in the back.

You helped Caroline hold herself up, as you walked through your door. Rachel, claiming she isn’t even that drunk, wobbles as she walks through, earning a laugh from you and Tyson. You send them both to your room to get their stuff as you go to the bathroom. You take in your worn-out makeup and decide to just remove it whilst you’re in there, spending a little extra time making sure to get every bit off, brushing your teeth as well.

When you walk out, you find Tyson on the couch, studying his hands. His head shoots up when he hears you come in, “I think you have a bit of a problem” he scratches his neck. “What do you mean?” you furrow your brows and he jerks his head towards your bedroom door. “It’s suspiciously quiet in there,” he laughs. You walk over and push the door open, a big sigh leaving you as you look inside.

Tyson appears at your side, taking a look of his own at Rachel and Caroline both passed out on top of the covers of your bed. “I’ll go get some water and some aspirin,” he says, squeezing your shoulder before leaving for the kitchen. You follow after to get some water for yourself, drinking the whole glass as Tyson goes to your room to put the water bottles and aspirin on your nightstands, quietly closing the door before joining you back in the kitchen. Tyson pours a glass for himself as well, motioning with his hands as if to ask if you want some more, you nod and hand him your glass, smiling to thank him as he pours you another.

“You can take my bed” - “I guess I’m sleeping on the couch,” you say simultaneously.

“No, don’t be ridiculous, stay in my bed” Tyson urges.

You run all the scenarios through your head - you’ve already shared a bed once now, one more time can’t hurt, can it? And you’ll make sure to stay at your side of the bed this time, crossing your fingers that he keeps a shirt on this time.

“Ok, yeah, sure” you stumble through your words as you finally agree.

The two of you walk towards his room, and as you watch his clothed back in front of you, you think, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if he did take his shirt off after all. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you happened to scoot over and rest your head on his chest again. Maybe you could find it in you to stay and savor the feeling in the morning even.

Your train of thought stops as he picks up his pillow, and grabs a blanket, heading towards the door.

“What are you doing?” you ask urgently.

“I’m taking the couch?”

“What- Why?”

“You’re taking my bed?”

“Oh.”

You pause, feeling disappointed, trying your best to find a casual way to ask him to stay. “Don’t be ridiculous” you throw his words back at him - “we’ll both sleep in your bed, it’s not like we haven’t done it before” you try to joke. Yeah, because that went well, you can imagine him thinking.

Tyson couldn’t get a read on you right now, usually, he had no problem seeing your intentions. But after having you avoid him all night to then hear you say he could stay with you- he didn’t know what was going on in your head. “Our couch might be comfy for naps-” you say and he can’t help the thought that pops into his head. That’s only because you’re there, running your fingers through my hair. “-but I’m not letting you sleep there a whole night” you finish.

“Alright,” He gives in, throwing the blanket back where it was earlier, walking back to the bed to put his pillow back on his side. You can’t contain your smile, biting your lip to cover it up, as he heads towards the bathroom. You quickly realize you don’t have any of your sleepwear in his room though, and by the time he comes back, you’re still stood awkwardly next to his bed. He looks you up and down, this time he can read you clearly though, going to grab a t-shirt from one of his drawers to give to you. “Here, have this” he can’t help the blush that creeps up on his cheeks at the thought of you in his bed wearing his t-shirt.

“Thanks” you murmur as he turns his back for you to change. You watch him for a moment before turning around yourself, quickly peeling off your outfit and pulling his t-shirt over your head. The fit of it was long on you, the hem brushing across the middle of your thighs. You’d seen him wear it a couple of times, it was a loose fit on him. You hesitate a little before turning yourself back around, just in time to see Tyson adjusting the waistband of his sweatpants, his now bare back facing you. Your cheeks flush with warmth and you rush under the covers, hiding your face in his pillow.

“Good night” he speaks softly before turning off the lights, a dim light from outside illuminates him as you turn your head.

“G’night”

The sounds of the two of you adjusting under the covers fills the room, followed by your breathing. Through the silence you’re hyper-aware of all the little sounds as he keeps turning every once in a while - he’s no doubt still awake. He lets out a big sigh, shuffling around one more time before whispering your name.

You hum to let him know you’re awake.

“Is it just me or did you avoid me tonight?”

You close your eyes tight, wanting nothing more than to disappear under the covers. He whispers your name again as if to check if you’re still awake.

“Yeah,” you admit shamefully. before he can ask you try to explain “I- It was just a little weird this morning” you cringe at yourself. That didn’t come out the way you wanted it to.

“Oh,” you hear the defeat in his voice, “I’m sorry if I overstepped a boundary, I just-”

“No, don’t worry” you rush to interrupt but you’re not sure he hears you.

“-I was just really comfortable and I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,”

“Tyson” you speak a little louder this time and he stops his rambling. “I- weird’s not the right word, it was... unfamiliar” you take a breath to work up the courage to admit to him what you’d been trying to avoid all day. “I was comfortable too, it was- I liked it”

“Yeah?” you can hear his smile

“Yeah.”

He clears his throat as he adjusts again, and you finally look over at him, now that your eyes have adjusted to the darkness you can see him more clearly. A few curls are covering his forehead and you grip the t-shirt to anchor your hands from drifting over to brush them away.

“I liked it too” he’s thankful for the dark hiding his blush, feeling like a teenager finally admitting a crush. Though this admission is only scratching the surface, he knew J.T. was right about one thing - he’d been hiding his feelings from you for a while now. And here you are giving him a crumb of reciprocation that’ll feed his daydreams for weeks to come.

His mind goes blank though as he feels your hand on his forehead, the temptation had taken over, and after that one touch you can’t hold yourself back. Shuffling closer just like you did the night before, your head finds that perfect spot on his chest as his arm wraps around you. You’ve almost drifted off into sleep when you feel his lips on the top of your head before he sinks into the mattress himself.

To be continued…

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