#for like a half hour and texting me and i wasn’t answering bc i was still in the air and he was pissed at me and snarky in my texts with hi

[pepprs]

im home and already swallowed by despair. can you believe i was in CHICAGO a few hours ago. and now im here. lol

[starlooove]

Hello! What about Duke Thomas made you like him so much??

I've been checking out his tag cause I saw some really cool fanart of him, so now I'm curious on what makes his character so appealing

AWHWHW sorry pls bare with me I’m scatterbrained but like. In a sentence I love that Duke is someone who presses forward despite everything! Like this is draft two bc my first answer was just listing character traits which wasn’t the question; but what I personally adore about him is that he just doesn’t stop moving.

It sounds weird but like. To me he gives refusal to die, refusal to settle, refusal to give up. When riddler took Gotham Duke was certain HE’D be the one to save them if he tried hard enough, when Bruce lost his memories Duke tried to get him back and then pushed forward with his own plans with the certainty that Batman would come back - whether through him or not, when his parents went missing he said fuck the system and went after them anyways and that’s just like. Off the top of my head. Like as corny as it sounds Duke lowkey embodies what I love about Batman - the whole indomitable human spirit or however you say that and it’s by far my favorite trait bc I don’t even think he’s aware of it? Like he actively plays at not caring about the Robin movement and just wanting to find his parents but like 3 hours later he’s texting them going ‘but like what are the details if I joined lol. Like hypothetically.” He actively fights Damian until he agrees with him, becomes a leader within the movement until Bruce is back whilst dodging gcpd, and Bruce literally had to dress up as karma for Duke to admit maybe it did fuck him up a little - all for him to still be like ���I’m not good enough :(‘.

And I know that all seems like shit he just did but I promise his mindset during these things is so fascinating to me bc it’s like he simultaneously understands not many others would do this whilst also holding it as bare minimum/base standards. Like I make joke posts about him being a hardass but tbh he doesnt judge anyone half as hard as he judges himself - he understands bad circumstances, plans going left, differing povs - all until he makes a mistake; then he sucks and needs to be better. He’s also just hilarious like I didn’t read him in chrono order so the first thing I saw was him in a fight with some girls brother bc he heard Duke was flirting with her and idk an opening like that just cemented him as cool to me.

ALSO (from the tags!) I ADOREEEEEE HOW MUCH HE LOVES THE ADRENALINE/RUSH OF FIGHTING! Like Duke got in a lot of fights while his parent were missing and besides the obvious acting out bc he’s hurt he also just genuinely loves the rush of it - like not my interpretation he outright says it! And i need to do a reread for him bc I feel like it wasn’t mentioned a lot but if the og fight was the hook, the adrenaline line is what reeled me in and keeping it in mind while reading stories of him going off on his own for the good of Gotham adds another layer to it bc it’s not SOLEY necessity for him! Like things happened to line up where there was always a void that needed to be filled when he got involved in anything but it genuinely feels like duke wouldve been here no matter the circumstances. like even in civilian aus the way duke as a character is set up makes it so that it feels like - to me anyways- theres no world in which hes not doing or striving towards something! duke isnt the type to just be comfortable, bad wording, but hes just a very hungry character to me - if for an adventure or a solution. Its conveniently been both for most of his career but im very interested for what happens internally when those two clash - which. i personally think the nature of his powers and gnomon could bring that out beautifully!

[kleoyeager78]

10 things I hate about you | 19

It was 9pm and I was sitting in bed eating dinner and watching Hulu, I got a text but I quickly swiped it away and continued to watch my show assuming it was one of those spam messages,

After the episode finished and I was done eating I closed Hulu and just began to scroll through my phone. I was thinking about texting Annie but I also just wanted to avoid her for now since thinking back to my scene earlier today I was embarrassed as hell.

I scrolled through my notifications and noticed the text message once again,

‘Hey y/n, this is Reiner.’

I looked at the message sent almost half an hour ago and was shocked, confused and curious.

I decided to send a text back,

‘Hi?’

He almost immediately replied.

‘So I was wondering if you’d go bowling with me?’

Before I even finished reading he texted me again,

‘Bert’s going to be there and you can bring Annie or anyone you want!’

I could literally sense the awkwardness through the screen. I sigh swiping out of the text message, I was debating whether I should call Annie and ask her to come after everything that happened I wasn’t sure though but if I couldn’t get Annie to come with me then I definitely wasn’t gonna go. It’s not like I thought Reiner was a bad guy but going out with a man alone, not to mention he was clearly interested in me was a no.

I decided to put my pride aside and ask Annie because I hated leaving people on read so I wanted to give Reiner a direct answer,

‘Bowling?’ Was all I texted to her,

‘When?’ She replied making we swipe out of the text and text Reiner

‘When?’ I texted

‘Saturday night! Like 7-8?’ He replied and I sighed going to text Annie,

‘7:30 Saturday’ I texted annie

‘Am I your ride?’ She asked me

‘Potentially’ I texted

‘Okay whatever let me know’ she texted

I texted Reiner back ‘yes’

‘See you tomorrow!’ He texted and I just went to sleep after that

-

I woke up to a text from Annie,

‘Can we talk,seriously’

When I saw the text I kinda got scared. I really didn’t want to but after everything she’s done for me I felt like I owed her.

‘Okay.’ I replied.

‘I’m on the way’ she texted back only a few seconds later. My anxiety started to build up.

I got out of bed and brushed my teeth, washed my face and put on clothes since my pjs had holes in them from being too old. “I really need to buy new clothes” I said to myself looking at the huge holes in my shirt.

‘I’m outside’ Annie texted

I headed outside to her and got in her car. She waited until I fully got in to drive. “We can talk at my house, my dads not home” we pull up in her driveway and Annie gets out of the car quickly, I take a deep breath before getting out of the car.

Annie’s already waiting on me with her front door opened, I mentally was not ready for any of this but I stepped inside anyways. “Are we going to your room?” she nodded and I headed to her room as she locked the door. It didn’t take her long to get to the room, “so what did you want to talk about?” I was extremely nervous and hated the silence.

“I want you to tell me everything, y/n. I’m tired of having to hear about your life from everyone else”

“I know and I’m sorry” I wanted to put my head down, to curl up into a ball and weep, to literally just run out of the room and come back with a different personality, one suitable for confrontation. But I couldn't. I knew I had to talk to Annie and be genuine.

“So tell me” she demanded impatiently

I sighed

A/n ~ Hi so chapter 19 will have 2 parts but I know that I’m slow and didn’t want to keep y’all waiting any longer since I promised I would have y’all a chapter by the end of summer and today was the first day of fall for me so 🥴 (I’m a day late sry) anyways yeah I’m working on it I just got to get back in the flow and oh my gosh my old writing is awful and I have to write like that to make it all blend 🤧 but hopefully bc I’m done with this chapter I can start improving and making stuff better for y’all!

[spoonless-sunflower]

I woke up this morning feeling pretty good. Slept in, called Leo to make sure she got the East coast safely and was doing well, and was ready to center myself. I did a good job for maybe an hour or two doing stretches, meditating, watching MP100, and then...shit hit the fan.

I got a text from a co-worker saying accounts were being deactivated again and that it looked like layoffs were happening at our job. I ran onto Slack to see what was going on but things were frozen and nothing was posted so I couldn’t find any information. I had to just...sit and wait to see if I still had a job and if I did...how it was going to look soon.

I called a friend to cry bc this is the 3rd round of layoffs. I was already preparing to leave this job but I thought I had until the end of the year. Now even if I wasn’t going to get laid off, the schedule would have to be moved up. This place was too insecure.

Suddenly another text from my co-worker...”they laid off everyone”

“Who’s everyone?? From what department??”

I was told only a handful from our department remained..including myself. All of our co-workers were gone.

I jumped on to Slack right in time to see our director post a meeting link and didn’t hesitate to hang up the call with my friend and hop into the meeting even though it was my day off. I was steaming and sad and confused and I wanted answers.

Our department head explained that the situation and asked us if we had any questions. I raised my hand immediately and tried to calm myself bc I didn’t want to get mad or yell at anyone bc I wanted to tear someone apart. I asked politely why they keep laying our teammates off with no warning. I let them know it was demoralizing to those of us fortunate enough to stay and asked if we could go about this differently moving forward.

They explained that they fought to be able to tell us but bc higher ups were also up to be laid off and had access to sensitive info, executives were afraid they could leak or steal info out of anger. So layoffs had to be kept under wraps.

They also explained the new company structure. The long and short of it is that those of us leftover basically got promoted today but by title only. Both of the tier two departments have now been laid off so we are now tier 2. The offshore teams are tier 1. In a couple of weeks, even my work schedule will change and so will my workload. I’ll also have to learn new types of escalations. But I probably won’t see a single cent for the extra work.

The good news is I’m ahead of the curve on the technical half since they had already tried to promote me when they cut the technical support last time. But I need to learn the hardware half. It’s a bit trickier for me but I know I can pick it up.

The part I’m most stressed about is that they’ve made it pretty clear that they can only guarantee our job security for another 6 months. So my timeline to jump ship has been cut in half.

With Leo in the middle of a funeral this weekend, I did let her know something stressful happened, but I didn’t want to drop this whole bomb. So I talked to my friends and brother and have been dealing with it well enough. But I let her know I’d update her when she got home.

On the bright side, I’ve finally been promoted above tier 1 support...but at what cost..At least it will look good on my resume and hopefully make the job search easier. I am good at this kind of work and I think I can do well as long as there are jobs available. I think the scariest part for me is getting connected to people on Linkedin and such. Being sociable is scary. Idk how to be in work or professional settings very well. I mean I’m still here so I’m doing something right but still..

Anyway, I’m going to try my very best. I’m sad and scared and I have to restructure my schedule again for the year but I will not lose track of my goals, dreams, and what’s most important!!

[notyobabygirl]

hi lizz!! glad ur having a good time 💘💘

ok sooo - this guy started texting me and we had been texting for a couple of months. we planned to hang out about 3-4 times. we planned the activity and the date but never went through with it. we only had Saturday and Sunday bc the whole week he’s out of town. so obviously when he’s home he wants to spend time with family and mostly his friends. over the last couple of weeks he would start being distant and then out of nowhere he would be really sweet again. well, he started being distant again and then we finally went out. we both had nothing to do so it was perfect. he picked me up at 8 and we went out to eat and to the movies. we were getting to know eachother and he acknowledged that it was our first time going out and that we needed to hangout more. anyway, we acted like we were dating and stuff while we were together. (We didn’t do the deed) and he dropped me off like at 12:30. the next morning I texted him and he responded hours later saying “good morning” and i was a little hurt but I still answered. he ignored me the whole day and the next morning he only texted “gm” and i didn’t answer because i just felt like it was so rude. he ignored me the whole day after seeing me and he couldn’t type out “good morning” well I haven’t talked to him ever since then and i miss him and I reallly really want to text him. it hurt my feelings bc what about wasn’t good enough??? what made him ghost me??! idk but i really miss him and want to text him

hi baby!!!! ok…. repeat after me….he is not worth. never settle for a guy who gives you half ass sentences, is super flaky, responds hours later. red flag after red flag!!!!!! you might like the best parts of him but those best parts is what you are getting maybeeeee 10% of the time. if he wants to take hours to respond and ghost you? then let him. you miss the idea of him and the picture you created in your head!!!! but that’s not the real him. leave his ass girl 🤍

[chvnnie]

Idk where this falls under but like, domestic life with Han Jisung sounds so good to me rn, specifically with this scenario:

You arrive home (from work, grocery shopping, buying stuff, etc) and what you don't expect is for Jisung to be sitting on the couch watching TV completely shirtless with Bbama sleeping on top of him. (oh to sleep on jisungs tiddies—)

The sight instantly makes you melt and you just smother the two with welcome kisses and cuddles

(depends on if the couple keeps it pg or moves things to the bedroom 👀👀)

listen. LISTEN. domestic jisung is honestly all i think about. you’re speaking my language with this request, anon.

Friday

han jisung x gn reader

word count: 1.7k

genre: fluff, suggestive content - MINORS DNI

warnings: absolute fluff, reader has no pronouns, mentions of painkillers (given in a medical setting), mentions of restraints, suggestive content, like a sentence of dirty talk at the end, not proofread bc i thrive in chaos

summary: jisung is the best remedy for a bad day.

a/n: the way i said i wasn’t going to post another drabble yet and here i am, doing just that. thank you for all the requests! if i haven’t answered yours yet, please be patient! i promise i saw it, and i promise i’ll write it :) also, thank you so much for everyone who has sent things in! the way you’ve all supported me and my content means the world to me. i hope you enjoy!

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents han jisung as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

Today might have been the worst day of your college career.

It was your busy day, which meant you were in class from 8:00-12:00, getting a short hour break before you were back in class from 2:00-5:00. To make the day busier, your advisor asked to meet you during your break today, which meant you didn’t have time to relax.

The morning classes were awful and long, one throwing in a surprise test (the professor clarified it was not a quiz, but a test and that there’s no way you shouldn’t be prepared for it) and another assigning a fourteen page paper due by the end of next week. The meeting with your advisor was less than ideal, and you left it on edge and late for your first afternoon class. All the afternoon classes were nothing to write home about, but after the morning you had, everything annoyed you.

All you wanted to do was go home, order pizza, and watch movies with Jisung. That’s it. You didn’t feel like you were asking much.

You didn’t come into the apartment quietly. Hands full of books, your laptop, and your travel mug, you kicked the door shut with a slam and slipped out of your shoes, the converse bouncing off the wall. A book slipped out of your hand and the thud it made definitely would get you a noise complaint. What-fucking-ever. Just another bad thing to add to a god awful day.

“Ji, I’m home.” You called out, fumbling around until you reached the small kitchen table. Dropping your books and laptop on it, you slid the heavy backpack off your shoulders and let it fall to the ground. Walking to the sink, you didn’t notice the lack of greeting until your cup was rinsed and there wasn’t a 5’7” man tackling you against the counter. You pulled out your phone to see if he said anything about not being here when you got home, but your text inbox was empty. He didn’t have class on Friday, and typically stayed in all day if he didn’t have anywhere to be.

Strange. This wasn’t like him at all.

You walked to the bedroom, but were only greeted with an unmade bed and an empty computer chair. There was evidence Jisung was here recently; the empty soda can next to at least five empty water bottles on the desk, a half eaten bag of chips, one of Bbama’s hundred chew toys at the foot of the chair, and most importantly, the home screen of a game still pulled up.

Odd.

You went back to the front door. His shoes were still there, his car keys thrown on the small table by the door used primarily to pile mail on, his bike leaning against the opposite wall. He should be here.

But he wasn’t in the bedroom, his usual Friday haunt.

He didn’t greet you immediately.

Where could he be?

You walked into the living room, and kicked yourself for not checking it first.

When the two of you moved in together, you agreed to buy a new couch. Deciding to spend a little extra on a nicer couch, you picked a grey sectional. The cushions were incredibly soft, it was easy to clean, and most importantly - it was large and deep. You could sit in the middle of the cushion and your feet still wouldn’t touch the ground. It’s very common for you to climb onto the couch, intending to watch tv, and falling asleep before the first episode is even over. It’s your favorite piece of furniture you own. It’s also something you and Jisung fight over the most.

The corner of the sectional where both ends meet is your favorite spot. And Jisung’s. And Bbama’s. So when all three of you are on the couch, it is a full blown battle to see who gets the coziest spot. Jisung is relentless when it comes to that corner; he has not hesitated to push you off the couch before and he’d do it in a heartbeat. You would be mad if you didn’t match that aggression, often literally kicking him out of the spot to have it to yourself. One time you even sprained your wrist as you dove over the back of the couch to get there first.

“You did that on purpose to get first dibs on the corner.” Jisung said to you in the emergency room that night. “Don’t think I don’t see through this.”

You just smirked, painkillers going straight to your head. “So does that mean I get it when we get home?”

He gave it to you that night.

The next day, he was back to throwing hands and wrestling you to the ground for it (carefully, because he didn’t want to hurt your wrist more).

So it wasn’t surprising to see Jisung curled up in that corner, legs spread out onto the chaise. The windows were opened, the spring breeze drafting in and making the room feel more fresh and cool. He sat slightly slouched, head barely visible over the edge of the couch. You walked over to him, ready to jump and claim the corner for yourself when you melted into a puddle.

Jisung was shirtless, clothed only in short, black cotton shorts. The backwards cap on his head told you he opted not to do his hair today, brown ends curling underneath it. His head was tilted slightly to the left, eyes focused on the show playing on the television a few feet away. Bbama laid on his chest, the white ball of fluff letting wheezy dog snores fill the room. Jisung had his airpods in - he sometimes liked to connect them to the tv when he was home alone so as not to disturb Bbama or your noise sensitive neighbors. His fingers stroked up and down the dog’s back as if he was comforting the animal. The two of them looked incredibly cozy, and never in your life have you seen something so incredibly precious.

A part of you didn’t want to ruin the moment. The other part was left a bit left out.

In the end, the latter won.

You circled around the couch, Jisung catching your movement in his peripherals. Before he could even remove a headphone, you were on top of him, hands cupping his face as you smothered him with kisses. Anywhere your lips met skin, you kissed; in between his eyebrows, the tip of his nose, his squishy cheeks. Jisung giggled underneath you and made a piss poor attempt to wiggle away from the kisses.

“Baby.” He whined between the laughs. “Let me up.”

“No.” You continued the assault, kisses drifting to his ears and neck. Any skin that was exposed, you would cover with kisses. It was what you deserved after the day you had, and what Jisung deserved for looking so damn cute in his little shorts and baseball cap.

Bbama, who was just now waking up, squirmed out from between you and Jisung, directing a small bark at the two of you.

“Aw, you jealous? Want some kisses too?” You let go of Jisung, leaning off of him to try and grab the dog. Bbama moved before you could grab him and ran off, effectively escaping the kiss attack you had launched on the two of them.

With you distracted, Jisung took the opportunity to tackle you. He pushed you onto the couch, hands pinning your wrists down as he began his counterattack, returning all the kisses you gave him. You squirmed, laughs filling the apartment as his lips tickled your skin.

“Let me go.” You laughed, trying to lift your arms up.

“No. Mine.” Jisung said, kisses not halting even for a second. Just as you were, Jisung was determined to kiss any part of skin he could find. The weather was nice today, so you chose to wear a tank top, leaving your collarbones free game.

When his lips brushed against them, you unconsciously arched your back, a whine slipping through your laughter. Jisung didn’t mean to get that reaction from you - in fact, he forgot your collarbones were one of your weak spots until he kissed them. But he wasn’t mad about it either.

Jisung rested his chin on your chest, looking up at you. “How was your day?”

He watched your smile turn into a small frown, and he hated himself for ruining the moment. “Not great.”

“I’m sorry.” His thumbs stroked the wrists he was still pinning down, unwilling to let them go just yet. “Anything I can do?”

You shrugged. “Just wanna spend time with you.”

He felt his face flush. Two years together, and you still weren’t sick of him. You still came home everyday wanting to be around him, still texted him throughout the day when he wasn’t around, still got excited to see him. He was happy he wasn’t the only one who still got butterflies. When he first sees you in the morning, eyes partially open and breath stale from sleep, the butterflies reignite and take over, not stopping for a beat until he falls asleep next to you at night. The next morning, they wake again, beating faster than the day before.

And you felt that way. About him. He still couldn’t fathom it, the idea still unbelievable to him. But everyday, he counted every lucky star he had and thanked them for you.

It was a blessing to be loved by you.

“I’m always happy to spend time with you, my love. Anything you want me to do?” He asked.

“You could let my arms go.” You pushed against his hand for emphasis.

“No way. You’ll tickle me if I do.”

The hint of mischief in your eyes confirmed that you would in fact tickle him the moment your hands were free.

“Besides-” he brought his head back up, leaning into you. His lips brushed slightly against yours, close enough to kiss you but refusing to close the gap. “-I like when you’re restrained for me.”

You smirked up at your boyfriend, hips raising to brush against his. “Yeah? Then what are you waiting for?”

The chuckle that he released filled you with both fear and excitement for what was to come.

Jisung adjusted your arms, grabbing both wrists with one of his hands. The other traveled down your body before it landed on the waistline of your shorts, pushing them off along with your underwear.

“Spread your legs, baby. You’re not going to stop cumming until I’m sick of it.”

©: chvnnie 2022

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oh my GOD 500 FOLLOWERS THAT IS AMAZING you deserve more

can I please (for your mini event) get me n KOJIRO NANJO OF COURSE and literally anything fluffy I'm not too picky lol

one of my favorite songs is currently homeward bound by simon & garfunkel, I feel like that could make a nice idea??

homeward bound

Fandom: Sk8 The Infinity

Characters: Kojiro Nanjo

Warnings: long-distance relationship, a little cursing, one brief food mention. not proofread

Notes: literally how fast i speedran this bc i love this?? kojiro deserves more love on this blog i hope u enjoy my love /p

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Home, where my thought's escaping Home, where my music's playing Home, where my love lies waiting

Kojiro checked the clock. It was midnight—seven for you, but he knew you were up early since you had to work today. He decided to call you and hoped he didn’t wake you up early.

When you answered, you didn’t sound half asleep, so he guessed it was a good time. “Kojiro!” you exclaimed, and he could hear your grin through the phone. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too,” he admitted, putting his phone on speaker and setting it down so he could get dressed for bed. “How’s your morning so far?”

“Good, so far. Coffee just hit, though, so I’m just waking up. How was your day?”

“Great. We made these cool pastries in class and then a couple friends and I went out for dinner.”

It was quiet for a little while. He sat back down and picked his phone up, holding it between his ear and shoulder to talk to you. “Only a couple more days, and I’m all yours.”

“I know.”

“And I’ll be there for three weeks.”

“I know.”

He sighed and smiled. It was a rough situation the two of you were stuck in, but you decided that you'd make it work when he left for culinary school in Italy two years ago. And you did. He’d been home to visit in that time, but it was only for a little while before he was gone again. He wanted to do everything he could to be with you, but he also knew you’d kill him if he gave up his dream for you. 

“We’ll be ok, Kojiro,” you said, hugging him tight in the airport, almost like you didn’t want to let go. He wasn’t sure if you were saying it to reassure him or you, but he needed it either way. The two of you were going to see each other in a few months, and in that time, you’d talk as much as you could between classes and work. 

He nodded, keeping his head buried in your shoulder. “I know we will. We always have.”

And you both kept that promise. He was every bit as in love with you two years ago when he left the first time as he was right now. After…what was it, nearly four years of dating? However long it had been, he was pretty sure nothing could come between the two of you now. Not even 6,000+ miles. 

“Unfortunately, I’m sleepy,” he yawned. He blew a kiss through the phone. “I love you, (Y/N).”

“I gotta get to work, yeah. I love you too, Kojiro. Sleep well. Feel free to call me when you wake up because I’ll be done by then.”

“Will do. Night!”

“Night, sleepyhead.”

He set his phone on his bedside table and laid down, looking at the box next to his phone. You’d see it soon enough, he reminded himself. Now he’s just gotta have the guts to ask, huh?

**

The trip home went smoothly, as did getting back to your apartment. He reminded you Kaoru offered to let him crash on his couch every time he visited in case you weren’t comfortable living with him for a few weeks. However, every time, he found himself laying on the couch with you clung to him within an hour of walking in the door. 

There he was, again, laying on your couch, watching TV, while dealing with killer jet lag. There was no place he’d rather be, though—he texted his sister and Kaoru, telling them he was home safe, and he’d see them later that week. For now, though, he was perfectly content snuggled up to you while you played with his hair. 

“Hey, I, uh…I got something for you,” he said, shifting so he could reach in his pocket. 

You picked your head up in curiosity, turning to sit up when he nudged you in that direction. “You already gave me that souvenir t-shirt, what else is there?”

It was now or never, he figured. “I’m gonna get you something better in the future, I swear, but…”

Kojiro brought the box out from behind him and opened it, displaying a plain gold ring with a small (albeit, fake) diamond in the center. “I…shit, I had all this planned out—”

When he looked up at you, all he could see was your smile. It seemed like you were at a loss for words, opening your mouth several times to speak but nothing came out. 

“Look, (Y/N), I…I wanna do this right. I want to be home with you all the time and finish school first, but…”

“Yes.”

“You didn’t even let me spit the question ou—”

The rest of his words were muffled. You jumped at him, knocking him backward, and kissed him with as much (if not, more) energy as you had when you picked him up from the airport just a few hours earlier. 

He smiled at you when you pulled away, just enough to lean your forehead against his. “So, you wanna marry me, huh?”

“I can’t wait to.”

He was never happier to be home.

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@kodzukoi @tama-jam @sirimirihiro @emswordss @b3tterth4nm3 @momoewn + @cvut & @iwaso bc you two arent on my taglist but i think you'd enjoy this idk

[eleni-cherie]

lonely hearts club ✨ || kth au - chapter 1.4

“lonely hearts club // do you want to be with somebody like me?”

maybe single parents are meant to be members of the lonely hearts club.

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masterlist: here

— genre: single parents au, romcom, humour, fluff, angst, strangers to friends to lovers s2f2l

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It was one of those days. One of those days everything seemed pointless and you simply wanted to curl up in your bed and stare at nothing in particular. It was one of those days for Cassandra, too, even if it had started like any other normal day. In fact, she had been feeling good, great even in the beginning. Not even the disgustingly warm weather upsetting her. She was actually thinking of going on a walk later with her daughter. She felt quite productive that day. And all it took to switch her mood was the simple question of where she should go for a walk. And suddenly she lost all interest in going out at all. Instead she was laying on the couch, contemplating her whole life.

Truth was, ever since she had become a mother, these days had become rarer. There was something now that wasn't so pointless in her life. However, they apparently weren't gone forever yet. So she was laying there now. Staring at the clock that told her an hour had already passed. And she had to somehow manage to get her stuff together. Or at least make it appear so, so her friend, who was coming over later, wouldn't notice anything. She saw her phone display on the coffee table lighting up then. Indicating a new text message. To be honest, she didn't feel like talking to anyone and having to pretend she was alright when she rather felt restless and sad for no real reason. But she decided to check nonetheless, curiosity getting the best of her.

Tae (4:45pm): today was the worst day

Cas (4:50pm): why??

Tae (4:51pm): bc doing anything in that heat is a chore :(

Cas (4:52pm): ohh.. true :(

She was about to put the device away when her ringtone startled her. Of course, an incoming call from him. She should've known since he almost always did that. Preferring calls over text messages. And although she still wasn't in the mood for talking, she answered. Because she knew she was in the mood to talk to him. She had accepted her obvious feelings for him. She had done so quite awhile ago and even though she had never expected him to reciprocate them, their festival visit a few weeks ago had sparkled a little hope in her. A hope that seemed more than pointless. And that not only because of her sudden mood swing.

"Hey." Taehyung smiled when seeing her drowsy face. He was never someone to really complain about something. Only if it was a topic which worried or upset him indeed. And yet he found himself venting to Cassandra about smaller things quite a lot. She was a great listener. Or perhaps he just wanted to tell her about his day and that was his excuse. Cassandra forced a small smile onto her lips for his sake and shifted a bit. "Hey.. so was that really the worst day ever or are you exaggerating?" She heard him sigh on the other line. "It was pretty exhausting, trust me." "You know the day isn't over yet?" she smirked. A long groan being heard by him then. "Thanks for the reminder.." "At least they announced some rain for the weekend." He saw her sitting up. Her hair a slight mess. "Did I wake you up from a nap?" "No.. not really.. Was just laying here." His eyes frowned. Sure he wasn't seeing her face to face, but something seemed off. He could tell by her weak voice and her restless eyes. They were avoiding him. "Are you sure everything's okay?" he carefully asked. Earning a half-hearted nod and a small smile. "Yeah, just a bit tired." He pursed his lips, not fully believing her. "Hm okay." Obviously he wished she would tell him what was troubling her, but there was no use in pushing and making her uncomfortable. "I'll let you rest then." "Oh, it's okay." "No, I'm sorry for randomly calling. You're tired," he said. A rueful smile on his features. "Talk to you later." And she didn't object. Even if she wanted to. She didn't have the energy left to do it. So all she said was "okay" and he ended the call. Looking at the display for a moment before exhaling deeply. He heard steps then.

"Did you ask her?" Yoongi was standing at the doorframe with crossed arms and an inquiring look on his face. Pushing himself off when seeing Taehyung looking away and shaking his head quietly. "Why not?" "She seemed.. not in a good mood right now. I'll ask later. Or not at all." The older guy hummed and approached the kitchen table. Taking a seat opposite of him. "You should ask her though. Since none of us can, she might have time." A dry laugh came from Taehyung's lips. "Why her out of all people?" "You seem close. And she seemed like a nice person. At least she did when I met her. And Soyeon liked her as well." Taehyung remained silent. Absent-mindedly staring at the device in his hands. He blinked then, snapping out of it. "Let's say I ask," he said then, "Who says she'd be up for it? You forget she has a child herself. I doubt she'd drop everything just for that. We.. we aren't that close." "What better way to get closer then?" Yoongi shrugged. Folding his arms in front of him. "Either you ask her or you simply go alone. Whichever you prefer." He knew exactly which one Taehyung would prefer. He'd rather bite the bullet and ask for help than having to go through the awkwardness of meeting Ari's grandparents alone. Or so Yoongi assumed at least. The fact Taehyung hadn't even tried to protest making it clear to him that he was right. And he smiled contently to himself. He wasn't mad or judging him. He knew him and the others weren't always better. But he knew Taehyung well enough all those years to know there were only very few occasions this kid would truly open up about his feelings and struggles.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" Taehyung asked in an attempt to change topics. Seeing the older guy nodding. "Yeah, found both films." He held up two dvds before sliding them back into his backpack that was resting on the floor. Taehyung hummed. "Thought you've already watched those before.." "I have," Yoongi explained, "But Soyeon hasn't yet. And since they aren't on Netflix.." "Huh.. didn't know she was into that kind of films." "Well," Yoongi scratched his head and Taehyung noticed his longer becoming waves, "She usually isn't. I don't know why she suddenly wants to watch them. Guess someone recommended them."

And Taehyung could immediately think of someone.

Tae (8:34pm): random question Tae (8:34pm): was it you who recommended some films to soyeon? Cas (8:36pm): yes why? did she mention it? Tae (8:38pm): was just curious Tae (8:39pm): yoongi was here today and borrowed some of them from me Cas (8:40pm): ah I see.. happy to hear she actually listened to my recommendations :) Cas (8:40pm): which ones did he get? Tae (8:42pm): 2 tarantinos Tae (8:43pm): we know each other for half a year and you never mentioned you like his films Cas (8:45pm): djdjdjd same goes for you!! Tae (8:46pm): :D Tae (8:46pm): how are you feeling? still tired? Cas (8:49pm): a little.. it's just one of these days you don't feel like doing anything and everything seems stupid.. Tae (8:50pm): fid smth happen? Tae (8:50pm): *did Cas (8:51pm): no nothing Tae (8:53pm): smth must have happened tho Cas (8:54pm): nothing happened. Cas (8:55pm): just forget it

Taehyung frowned. That wasn't Cassandra. Or at least not her usual self. Something was definitely up with her. Perhaps nothing specific had happened, but something wasn't right for sure. He could tell.

Cas (8:56pm): it's just one of these days Tae (9:00pm): you know if there's anything you can tell me Cas (9:01pm): I know and I appreciate it Tae (9:02pm): you think a small weekend trip would help getting your mind off? Cas (9:04pm): that's quite a random question.. idk it might. but where should I go? Tae (9:05pm): how about you come w me? Tae (9:06pm): i'm bringing ari to her other grandparents Tae (9:06pm): and I'm staying in that town for the weekend Tae (9:07pm): it's pretty boring alone and none of the others have time Tae (9:07pm): if you want you can come along Cas (9:14pm): i'll think about it :)

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"Good morning." "'Morning," Cassandra yawned when sliding onto the passenger's seat. The tiredness of the early hour not having washed off yet. Making it hard for her to even keep her eyes open. "Just so you know, 9 o'clock is way too early for a Saturday." Ari, who was playing with her stuffed penguin at the backseat, snarled. Making Cassandra smirk. "See, she thinks the same. Why did I even agree to come with you?" she whined then. "No one forced you to come," Taehyung snorted jokingly. Raising his brows at her as he stopped in front of a red light. A challenging look on his eyes. "Here, you can get off if you want." Cassandra rolled her eyes, giggling. "Fine, fine. I'll stop complaining. But seriously, it's early." "I know," he sighed, ruffling through his waves as the light turned green again. "But what can I do? It's a 3-hour-long drive. So better leave early. Or not?" "I guess.." "Thanks for joining me despite the hour," he briefly smiled at her, "I prefer driving with company and besides, you know.." He paused, peeking at her. She had her arm propped on the crackdown window. Cheek resting on her palm. The airflow was messing with her ponytail but she didn't seem to mind. Only the sun made her eyes flinch. "I get it. I wouldn't feel like driving so long only to stay at a town I don't know anyone either." She leaned over to her backpack then, getting a pair of round sunglasses out. Putting them on her nose before going back to her previous position. He silently nodded.

Truth was, it had only been half the reason. Sure, it was one of the main ones he had asked her to come with him. However, it wasn't the only one. "Are you getting along with her grandparents?" A lump formed in his throat. It was as if she had read his mind. "Y-yes.. but not really." She pursed her lips, giving him a sympathetic look. "Well, if they get mean, call me and I'll fight them," she said with a toothy grin. Causing him snort out, laughing. "Fight them?" She nodded vigorously. "Don't think because I look all cute and friendly I wouldn't be able to fight someone!" She smirked cockily, crossing her arms in front of her chest. He arched a brow at her. "Can't forget you're into gangster films. So I know I shouldn't mess with you," he countered amused. She hummed, getting back to observing the passing trees and fields outside. "You shouldn't, trust me," she smiled then.

They grew quiet, Taehyung musing quietly. He wondered what it'd look like if someone like her got mad. Would she indeed fight someone? He couldn't quite imagine it, but then again you shouldn't underestimate anyone. "So.." He spoke up after awhile. "Are you really getting that angry?" She perked up. Remaining silent for a moment as she contemplated. "As a kid I was a little aggressive and often got physical," she admitted embarrassed, "And I'm afraid Izzy may become like this, too. But now that I grew up I'm obviously not like that anymore. Only my voice raises and I get loud. Though.. if someone gives me a good reason to, I might even end up throwing stuff. But to get me to that point, you'd really need to make me outrageous. Which isn't easy. So don't worry. " She giggled then. "Did I scare you?" "Maybe a little," he nervously chuckled, "It's just that I've never seen you angry. Only a bit upset, but that's normal. I can't imagine you yelling and throwing stuff." A light laugh came from her lips, amused. "Oh really? Is it that hard?" "Of course it is! You're the size of, like, I don't know, a Santa's elf and you have a baby face that makes you look eighteen at best. So how in hell are you aggressive?" He let out a confused laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. And she bursted out laughing at his silliness. "Aren't you exaggarrating a bit?" she laughed, "I'm of average height and I don't look like eighteen. Maybe twenty." He gave her a lopsided grin. "Still, you get what I mean." "Guess so.. but they say not to judge a book by its cover. It honestly doesn't happen often though. And besides.. I haven't seen you angry either. How are you then?" He thought for a moment, unsure how to answer. He eventually shrugged then. "It's rare that I get very upset, so I don't know what to tell you. I guess I stay pretty calm and just list facts. Which upsets others a lot." He paused, before adding, "Maybe I'd also bang a door while leaving the scene, I dunno." She nodded, redirecting her gaze to the scenary. "You don't have to be scared of me, really. Nowadays when someone upsets me, I might yell first but then simply stop talking to them and ignore them completely." "So instead of aggressive you become passive-aggressive." "Pretty much."

They grew quiet for a while. Cassandra dozing off occasionally, only to be woken up by the car driving over a bump or Ari making a noise. To be honest, it wasn't only the time. It had been the fact she hadn't been able to fall asleep the night before. And when she finally did, she would wake up inbetween. So she couldn't really claim having had full night's sleep. And she had to wake up early to bring Isavella to her parents, as she couldn't bring her with her. Or well, she could have. But since Taehyung wouldn't have Ari either, it'd have been weird if she brought her daughter along. Besides, it'd have been tiring to carry all the baby stuff with her. And a bit me time without a baby was sometimes important, too. Even if she started missing her already. "Would you mind some music?" "No, not at all," she smiled at his politeness. It was his car after all, he could do what he wanted. His index finger pressed on a button on the sideboard. 'Under the sea' starting blasting from the speakers, startling both of them as they jumped up in their seats. "Sorry, forgot we were listening to that yesterday," he chuckled and quickly pressed pause before his hand went to the phone laying between them. Fumbling with it when different music started playing softly. Him decreasing the volume.

His playlist played for awhile as they sat there in silence. Cassandra recognizing some songs while never having heard of others. She overall liked it though. Not everything her style, like the ballads. But she definitely liked many of the old ones. Especially the ones she also had on her phone. Her eyes widened when recognizing the melody that began playing then. "Out of all their songs you picked that one?" she laughed out, glancing at him teasingly. He laughed under his breath. "Just be glad I like your fave band," he retorted with a grin. "I'm not complaining," she said holding her hands up in a defensive manner, "Just saying they have better ones." He shrugged, biting down his lip. He could imagine which ones she meant. The ones she knew all the lyrics by heart and had screamed from the top of her lungs. "I like this one though." She smiled softly. Finding the fact he ended up liking her band thanks to her more than thrilling. It was an amazing feeling actually. "It's definitely a good one."

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[crybabykiko]

A Good First Impression

Toji Fushiguro x Daddy Kink (f!reader)

WC: 2.8k

Contains: All porn, barely any plot, college au, established relationship, toji is still kind of a shitty dad, reader meets the parent... the fuckening ensues, megumi's dogs make an appearance but not in the furry way, use of daddy bc that is literally the prompt, reader is called "good girl", I guess cheating kinda, unprotected sex, oral sex (m!recieving), swallowing, dilfs

A/N: Cuck Megumi 2021 and in dilfs we trust (also this is not that late yay me) also blue text supremacy we are an iPhone family 💖

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Parent’s weekend. The three-day yearly event invented to convince your parents that the college tuition they were paying was worth every penny, and that you were getting a quality education. Your mom and dad couldn’t come out this year though, as they had promised they’d see your younger sibling this year at their university for the same event. Not that you minded the trade-off, you’d be too preoccupied doing keg stands and dancing the night away at the “orphan” parties. Those were the parties thrown by the students whose parents never came around. Your boyfriend, Megumi Fushiguro was the king of these parties- that’s actually how you had met. This year’s party was going to be even better than the previous ones- or so you thought. When you woke up that morning, you were surprised to have other plans:

Megs: My dad is actually in town this year.

You: Wait… in the 4 years we’ve been in school he’s never showed???

Megs: Yeah, he has a work break or something.

You: I thought you….

You: Don't you…. hate him? Don't... we hate him?

The we being your show of solidarity to your boyfriend.

Megs: Believe me if I could have said no I would have. He just showed up at my place.

Megs: We’ll have to rain check on the parties.

Megs: Bars next wknd?

You sighed at your phone. Looks like there wasn’t going to be a party after all. You knew your boyfriend wasn’t close to his father, but it was still important to make a good first impression, or so you told yourself. After all, even if he was shitty, he could very well be your father in law one day…

You: Well how about we have dinner? I can cook?

Megs: Don’t bother- he’s not really worth the effort.

You: Babe, c’mon. I’ll make your favorite!

You: At least let’s make the best out of it….

You: And I’ll even make dessert…

You snapped a picture of your newest lingerie set, which was placed neatly on your bed. That would get him for sure.

Megs: When you put it that way I’m not gonna say no…

Megs: Wear that to dinner and I’ll play nice.

Checkmate.

You: Good boy. I’ll be over in a bit.

Megs: Fuck off. Love You.

You responded with a simple heart and headed off toward the store to get dinner prepped. Playing wifey for a few hours was sure to make you look good. What could possibly go wrong?

When you got there, Megumi didn’t answer the door, but instead- a much bigger, older Megumi-type. He looked just like your boyfriend- a glimpse into the future if Megumi were to really start hitting the gym. Clad in nothing but a towel, he poked his head out of the door, adjusting the fabrics that lay around his waist.

“Well you… must be Y/N.” He wasn’t shy about anything.

“Don’t just stand there, come on in,” he opened the door wider, allowing you to see even more of him. His biceps had to be the size of your head , and that was just a rough estimate. He looked a lot younger than you expected too, his face was hard but youthful.

“I didn’t expect it to go this way either,” he quipped, calling you out on your obvious embarrassment. Your gawking wasn’t helping either. He seemed alright about it all though- much the opposite of you. He let out a hearty laugh, extending one hand while keeping the other tightly clad around the small towel that covered his lower half.

“Toji Fushiguro.”

Setting down one armful of groceries at the doorstep, you shakily took it- careful to breathe your way through the encounter. Of course you were flustered by the awkward overtones of your first introduction, but the fact that your boyfriend’s father looked.. like that, only added more fuel to the fire. You couldn't help but think that maybe this was why they didn’t talk much, or why Megumi never really liked bringing him- or any of his family really, up.

“Yep.. That’s me... Nice to meet you,” the words spilled from your lips as short, shallow gasps. You could barely look him in the eye as you took your first steps into the threshold of your boyfriend’s place.

“Sorry about this,” he remarked, addressing the elephant in the room.

“Megumi said you weren't going to be here for a few hours.”

He bent down to help you with the groceries, only to fully realize exactly the position he was in- opting instead to let you handle the bags of food as you took your first steps inside. Megumi’s dogs immediately greeted you, familiar with your presence. They urged you to squat down and give them a few good scratches behind their ears. You found yourself looking up at him again, noticing how the water of his interrupted shower ran down his chest and abdomen. Your mind snapped back into itself- reminding you of just exactly who you were speaking to. Pulling yourself back up, you took a deep breath and tried to push the heat out of your face, the flustered sensation starting to pinprick its way down your body.

“I- um, I wanted to come early to help out with dinner,” you stammered, starting to put your keys on your assigned hook in his place. The dogs were still swarming, brushing up against your exposed legs. Toji raked a hand through his stringy, wet hair, allowing you a fuller glance at his incredibly toned physique. For what it was worth, you’d never tell he was a father just by looking at him, let alone a father with an adult son like your boyfriend. They would be much more fitting passing as brothers- clearly Fushiguro genes were strong.

“Kind of you- I know my kid can’t cook to save his life.” Now that you were both inside and out of view of the neighboring complexes, he helped relieve you by taking two bags from your arms.

“You’re definitely a good girl.”

The comment threw you off slightly. You weren't sure if he was being sincere or patronizing, but it made your body feel like jell-o. The water clinging to his body slowly dissipated, the air drying him off, yet still leaving his body glistening at every curvature of his muscles. As you passed him to head to the kitchen, he followed closely behind. Your boyfriend’s father had a presence- it was heavy, present, and authoritative- but it also carried an air of mystere similar to that of his son.

You awkwardly chuckled, muttering in acknowledgement of his comment, trying not to fixate on his word choices too much. When you reached the kitchen, he helped place all of your ingredients on the counter, for some reason sticking very closely to you, and making it apparent before you crossed over to the sink to wash your hands and begin prepping. It was then that he made his way back to the door, voice trailing off as he left you alone.

“I'm sure you know where everything is- I can leave you to it.” He seemed polite enough. But it was also such an awkward encounter that there couldn’t be much room for anything else.

And he was gone. When he came back downstairs, he was fully clothed, much to your relief. You could barely focus on cooking, almost nicking your fingers several times over due to the fact that you couldn’t shake the sight of your boyfriend’s really hot dad- shirtless and dripping with water. It wasn’t helping that even though he had a shirt on, the fitted fabric still showed off his muscle definition. ‘You’re definitely a good girl’, looped in your head like a broken record. Just how good were you if this was starting to turn you on? Really, of all people, of all times, your boyfriend’s father? You needed to get a grip.

“So, since you’ve seen me pretty much naked-  I guess I can skip the peasantries,” he called out from across the threshold, taking a seat in the living room. He wasn’t shy about anything- it was as if he had no shame at all. Maybe this was why he and Megumi hadn’t gotten along, he was definitely much more reserved than, whoever this was.

“Come have a seat,” he called from his space on the couch. As you peered over the kitchen island and out of the nook, you could see he created a small space for you next to him.

Sitting down, you made yourself as comfortable as possible, trying to make sure he wouldn't notice the heat on your cheeks or the way your voice cracked as you spoke.

“You’ve been dating my son for a while, haven’t you?”

“Um, about two years or so, yeah,” you replied, feeling a familiar sensation of butterflies begin to swell in your stomach.

“Well shit,” he sounded surprised. “I should have come around earlier than this.”

He leaned back into the couch, draping an arm around the back of it- and you- as he made himself more comfortable. His legs spread out, taking up most of the space on the cushions that were between you.

“So,” he continued. “Two years huh? You’re both happy, then, I take it.”

You fiddled with your fingers before nodding. It was small talk, but for some reason, it made the hairs on your neck stand up. You hadn’t noticed how close he had gotten to you, the tension in the air clouding your vision. The seconds of silence in the air were palpable, further silencing you by allowing a lump to form in your throat as he placed one hand on your thigh, slowly tracing a finger up to your dress’ hem.

“He makes you happy?” He asked again- a bit more insidiously this time, starting to tug at your clothing with his fingers and staring directly through you. His eyes were hungry- sinister even.

You were frozen. You wanted to move, to say something, say anything- but any resistance was futile. Fixing your mouth to say something instead you simply leaned forward, melting into his touch. He grazed your mouth with his, a feather light kiss that begged for more entry. Intoxicated by his presence, you could just barely trace the scar on his lip with your tongue, briefly remembering where you were and who you were with only for a second.

“I- what are you-” the moans you were exhaling became his green light.

“Shhh, you don’t have to pretend.” he hummed, slowly gathering your hair to push over your shoulder. The looming feeling of his frame behind you made your stomach flip. His breath was hot against your ear as he lowered his voice to a soft whisper that made your skin blister with goosebumps.

“I saw you. I knew from the moment I opened the door what you thought of me, y/n.”

His thick fingertips pushed their way underneath the strap of your dress, gently peeling the thin string from your shoulder and letting it fall down your arm. Your head lolled to the side, and then back against his chest, allowing Toji access to your unmarked neck. Slowly, you felt the sticky heat of his tongue run from your collarbone, to your ear, just barely pulling your earlobe through his teeth as he let out a  low growl.

“Let daddy take care of that.”

His free hand roamed down your body, pulling your dress down fully to pool at the bottom of the couch, fully exposing yourself and your pretty new set- the one that you had worn for Megumi.

“Well look at how fucking pretty this is…” his words lit your skin ablaze.

“All this for my son, no doubt. We’ll make sure it doesn’t go to waste, yeah?”

You whimpered. He looked just like him. It wasn’t him- but you couldn’t stop yourself from falling further down the trap Toji had set.

Flipping you onto all fours, he quickly lined himself up with your hole, a lewd chortle coming from his mouth as you felt his spit replace a lack of lubricant. He was careful enough to push your delicate lace panties to the side without ripping them, still remarking how beautiful the set was as he gripped at the fat of your ass. Rubbing the tip of his cock against your slit, he combined the wetness of your slick and his spit, opening you right up as he started to fuck into you. The stretch burned as Toji pushed further into you, hissing as he gave you more time to adjust to the girth. Even without the extra prep, he felt much different than Megumi- in a good way. You couldn't see him, but you could feel every single inch of him pressing further into your stomach, just barely knocking at the door of the spot you needed him in most.

“Tight fucking fit,” he remarked, blowing air from his lips. This time, he pushed all the way into you, sending your body lurching forward and causing a stream of lust-laced profanities to fill the room. As you cried out, your head flew backwards. Toji took this as an invitation to keep you there, taking a fistful of your hair and snapping your neck into place. You were looking up at him, tears of blissed out pleasure welling in your eyes as he stared. He licked his lips, taking the pad of the thumb on his free hand to trace your mouth, pulling it open by your bottom lip. In one swift movement, the hand cupping your face pushed your cheeks together, involuntarily pushing open your jaw as you saw a string of saliva leaving his mouth to hit your tongue.

“Swallow,” he commanded, abruptly pushing your face back down into the couch cushion.

Doing as you were told, you raked your lips through your teeth, drinking it all down; back arched like that of a cat as you relished in each kiss of his cockhead at your sweet spot.

“How’s that feeling, pretty thing?” His voice was dripping in false comfort as he picked up the pace, drilling your body ever so skillfully. One hand reached around your midsection to begin rubbing soft, teasing circles at your clit. Coupled with the dizzying pace of his hips and the heightened fear of the love of your life possibly walking through the door at any moment, you were slowly slipping into a new sensation; it was a sordid, sickening fear based pleasure, one that built up so much more pressure inside of you.

“It feels- hmhh-” you could barely get the words out. It felt like a cacophony of awe, joy, terror, and the most deliciously sinful pleasure you could ever feel.

“It feels good, daddy- so good.”

“Look at you, so close and I’ve barely given you my all,” he sounded pleased.

“We can’t have Megumi finding out about this, now can we, hmm?”

You shook your head, eyes widening out of fear that he’d stop- especially when you were this close. It would be the worst possible scenario, next to you getting caught on the couch like this. But somehow, some way, not being able to cum by Toji Fushiguro’s doing was still slightly the worst outcome.

“So then we can’t leave a mess,” he grunted, speeding up yet again, causing your toes to curl.

You felt yourself bracing as you began to white out, tightly clenching around him.

That’s it, he urged. “So good cumming for me just… like… that…”

He staggered his words, pulling out of you as you came down. Not giving you a second to adjust, he took your hair again, pulling you to the ground right in between his legs.

“Show me how good you are, sweet thing.”

Without hesitation, your mouth opened wide, ready to savor the taste of him. He didn’t hold back, cum oozing from his cock in quick, thick spurts directly to the back of your throat. Upping the ante, you took hold of his length, jerking him off onto your tongue yourself. Giving you a pleased smile, Toji wiped the corners of your mouth with one of his thumbs, taking it upon himself to get a taste of his own medicine.

“Such a good girl,” he purred.

There was a quick beat for both of you before you could hear a car alarm click in the driveway. Immediately panic setting in, you looked at Toji, who looked at you, seemingly unphased. He pressed a finger to his lips, picking up your dress and throwing it into your arms all while pushing you to the guest bathroom down the hall. He closed the door behind you, rushing to greet his son and buy you a few seconds to get your shit together.

“Where’s Y/N? Her car is here?” You could hear your boyfriend stepping into his space, inching feet away from where you had just been absolutely torn in half by his own father.

“I’m in the bathroom, Megs! Be right there!”

That was all you could manage, still savoring the flavor of Toji’s cum on your tongue.

This was going to make for an interesting parent’s weekend, for sure.

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[lacheri]

Hello Cherry I have a request! Eren always teasing and being a little mean to the reader so she decides to give him a taste of his own medicine (so sorta like a sub! eren x brat tamer! reader) okay that is all ilysm bye bye

hi Kat!! you send me the best prompts 🤤 I hope you enjoy thank you for requesting ily!!!

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pairing: sub/brat!Eren x brat tamer!fem bodied reader

content: Eren’s an asshole, established relationship, ruined orgasms, oral (f and m receiving), humiliation/degradation kink, minors DNI.

wc: 3.5k

notes: this is unedited I literally just wrote this up as fast as I could bc this ask drove me WILD

Your fists were clenched at your sides, fingernails digging crescents on the inside of your palms, knuckles white. You were stomping through your shared living room with your boyfriend, curses and swears leaving your lips. Eren had managed to piss you completely off, feelings of humiliation and frustration fueling the fire coursing through your veins.

It all started earlier this morning, waking up next to your sleepy boyfriend, kissing his cheek sweetly. Your half naked bodies wrapped together in a cocoon of blankets, hair messy and eyelids heavy. Usually, Eren would stir awake and return your kisses with enthusiasm, but he had cracked a single eye open this morning, frowned and grumbled, and pushed you off of him. You had pouted, feeling rejected, and immediately flung yourself out of the bed to get ready for the day. When Eren had finally woken up, joining you in your shared bathroom as you brushed your teeth, he made no effort to console you. He saw the wrinkles on your forehead as your eyebrows furrowed together, a tell all sign for what you were feeling. He simply brushed past you, grabbing his own toothbrush and standing right beside you as if he hadn’t been so recklessly ignorant of you.

When the two of you had spit and gargled mouthwash, he cleared his throat, a hint of a smirk playing at his lips, “What’s your deal?”

Your eyes flickered to him for a brief second, and you rolled your eyes and stomped off back to your bedroom to get dressed. Fuck him, if he wanted to start the day off so sour, he was going to get the same attitude back.

Eren followed behind you, smirk still growing, “You’re mad I pushed you away this morning, aren’t you?”

“So you did it on purpose?” you couldn’t hide the hurt in your voice, back facing him as you searched through your closet. You really had intended to ignore Eren for a while, letting him stew in your cold shoulder treatment, but he always knew how to crawl under your skin and get a rise out of you.

“Just wanted to see how you’d react,” he teased, coming directly behind you to rest his chin on your shoulder, arms crossed on his bare chest. “I was right.”

Fury licked flames up your throat and you stepped forward, throwing your boyfriend off balance. You didn’t want to play whatever game he was trying to set up, you had things to do today besides bend to Eren’s will. Hearing his response, it drove motivation into the pits of your mind that Eren was not going to get a reaction out of you anymore today.

However, he had other plans.

Today has been your day off from work and school, as well as Eren’s day off. The plan was to straighten up the house, invite your friends over in the evening and order pizza. Nothing too crazy or over the top, just a nice relaxing day.

Things didn’t quite work out that way. After the two of you had gotten dressed and made breakfast, every single time you tried to clean an object, Eren would somehow get in the way. He pulled books of the bookcase and left them on the floor or any surface he could find, managed somehow to fill the sink with dirty dishes, not rinsing them off to put in the dishwasher, and found every article of clothing between the two of you to toss on the bedroom floor. The hour long cleaning session had turned into the entire day, long enough that you had to text your friends that tonight wasn’t going to work out.

Because every time you made progress in your small home, Eren would find another thing that got added to the list. As much as it infuriated you, mostly because Eren was supposed to be helping you, you couldn’t let it phase you. No, you knew he was trying to piss you off. You weren’t going to crack under his pressure, not give him the satisfaction of seeing you wound up and upset.

The last straw had snapped when he walked into the living room, seeing you pick up the last book he had thrown on the floor, and opened his stupid mouth.

“Aren’t you supposed to be cleaning?” Eren spat. “This house is a complete disaster.”

Your eyes flickered incredulously to the wall clock, six o’clock it had read, your entire day wasted away, “Are you fucking serious right now?”

You searched for a hint of playfulness in his expression, seeing nothing but his stone cold eyes piercing into you as he spoke without hesitation, “I’m entirely fucking serious. How are we supposed to have company over if you can’t clean a fucking house?”

“Already cancelled,” you fumed, standing up from your crouched position, leaving the book on the floor. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to like that?”

“You. What? Do you need me to use your name at every sentence whenever I talk to you?” Eren kept edging, a feel of gratification consuming him upon learning his friends weren’t coming over anymore. “How am I supposed to marry someone who can’t fucking clean?”

You felt sharp pangs of hurt in your chest, eyes losing their spark, “Eren, that’s mean. Why are you being so mean today?”

He had only smirked, reveling in your mood switch. In the silence shared then, he announced he was getting a bath, he had such a hard working day and wanted to relax. He had left you in the living room alone, and you felt the anger inside of you bubble up, threatening to go over. You snapped, heading straight to the bathroom where you could hear the flow of water into the tub stop.

The door slammed against the wall as you threw it opened, seeing Eren jump slightly at the impact. His hair flowed down to his shoulders, arms stretched out against the rim of the tub, and in any other situation you’d be crawling into the water with him. He’d be so sweet about it too, bringing you to his chest and giving you kisses while you giggled at the attention. Hell, he’d probably even shower you in compliments and appreciation. Not today though, his eyes hardened as you stopped right in front of him.

“Out, now,” you ordered through clenched teeth. You could hear Eren’s breath kick up, but he didn’t move. “Are you deaf? Get out, now, Eren.”

His body moved before his mouth could protest, standing stark naked in the shin deep water. You could see the steam rise off of his skin, your eyes trailed downwards. Although soft, his dick was still impressive, but the longer you stared at the fleshy member, it twitched and rose a bit. You quirked an eyebrow, realization dawning on you. Oh, so this was why Eren was acting like this today?

You made eye contact with him then, his legs shifting over the rim of the tub, before standing directly in front of you. Your hand whipped up to the back of Eren’s head, fisting his hair, and yanking his head back, exposing every line and vein and bulge in his throat.

“This what you wanted? Wanted to get me all angry so I could take it out on you?” Eren’s dick was rock solid, giving you a physical answer, but you still needed the verbal one, “Answer me.”

“Yes,” he choked out, and his Adam’s apple bobbed along his throat.

“Well it fucking worked. I have half a mind to leave you here, like this, to take care of yourself,” you pulled his hair further, a gasp leaving his parted lips.

“No, please, don’t,” Eren’s voice came out whiny as he begged. You smirked, although he wasn’t able to see it as his eyes faced directly up to the ceiling.

“You’re going to drain this tub,” you began to instruct, tilting his head so his eyes trailed to your hard set ones. “And then you’re going to dry off, and go lay flat on your back on the bed. Do you understand me?”

He nodded feverently, happy you released your grip as his neck had begun to ache. You smoothed that same hand over his jaw, feeling the stubble underneath your fingertips, “Good boy.”

Eren set to work quickly, giddy with excitement. This had been his plan all along, to get you riled up enough to take it out on him. Genuinely, Eren hadn’t meant to start this at all today. When you had kissed him awake, he was having a really good dream he didn’t want to wake up from quite then, and hadn’t meant to push you away. Upon seeing your sad pout, followed by a flicker of anger in your orbs, something stirred within Eren. He began to question, just how far could he push you until you caved in?

Eren didn’t stick around to watch the tub fully drain, he was dried off and on the bed just as you had requested. You leaned against the wall, clad only in your bra and panties, and you watched him with hungry eyes as he followed your every instruction. Your boyfriend was a beautiful man, every part of him intriguing and gorgeous to you. He looked like a Greek God, arms and legs spread out, the subtle light from your bedside lamps casting shadows across his abs and into the V of his pelvis. Eren had a beautiful cock as well, thick and long and veiny, it sat perched on his lower abdomen, twitching as you pushed yourself off the wall to loom over your man.

“Look at you,” you mused, letting a dark chuckle vibrate from your chest. “You’re already hard and I haven’t even touched you yet. You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you baby?”

“Yes,” he answered. The skin on his cock was so taut and tight, feeling somewhat light headed as all the blood was rushed to his member.

“You know I’m going to have to punish you, right? For being so mean to me today?” you batted your eyelashes, crawling on to the bed, sitting on your knees by his side, refusing to touch him just yet.

“I know,” Eren whined, trying to reach out to touch your thigh only to be met with the harsh slap of your palm. “I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not,” you cooed in false security, brushing Eren’s hair out of his beautiful face. “But that’s okay, you’re gonna’ make it up to me, right now.”

You traced the outline of Eren’s plump lips, resting your forehead against his as you muttered in your darkest voice, “I’m taking away your right to touch me. Convince me you’re sorry, and maybe I’ll reconsider.”

Eren squirmed under the heat of your words, eyes darting across your face for a hint of a lie, of hesitation. He found nothing, only the glimmer of lust in your eyes as you gazed down at him. Your fingers pushed past his soft lips, and he needed no instruction to latch on and suck. If this was the only touch he would get of you, your fingers pumping into his mouth, scissoring his tongue, he’d take it all so greedily to make you regret putting these rules in place. He never broke eye contact, curling and circling his tongue between your pointer and middle fingers, imagining they were the divine petals between your thighs. You were doing the same, feeling the gush of arousal slicken you. You tapped his tongue, signaling a release. He parted his now swollen lips easily, eyes pleading.

“Can I kiss you at least?” Eren rasped, his hands twitching at his sides.

“No,” you placed a contrasting sweet kiss to his forehead in your dark tone. “That would be touching, sweetheart.”

Eren held back a whine, knowing it was futile. He was simply going to have to lay there, and take whatever punishment he had coming, unable to escape it or bring you pleasure amongst it all. If there was a glimmer of hope, it was crushed as he felt your face travel down to his neck. You were in complete control, just as Eren had wanted.

You sucked and licked at his throat, your dry hand coming up to squeeze what skin you weren’t kissing. You trailed your lips down, kissing his entire torso. As much as you wanted to spend the time working Eren up, you had ideas swirling in your head. Eren had no patience with you today, so you weren’t going to have patience with him. Besides, it was sort of cruel to not pay immediate attention to his swollen cock.

Your hand slicked in his saliva wrapped around the base of his length, a sharp intake of breath heard from Eren’s lips. It came out shaky as you began to pump, his precum oozing from his tip and meeting the warm wetness of your fingers. You twisted your hand up and down, beginning to feel the moisture rub away, his spit drying. This was no good, and you continued to kiss down his stomach until your lips met the head of his reddened cock. He hissed as you spat on it, hand spreading it all over. Your tongue slipped past your lips, kitten licking at his tip. Eren couldn’t think straight, and he settled his hands above him to try and keep his grip as far away from you as he could.

It was nearly impossible to not grab your hair and slam you down as your sweet lips parted and you began to suck his fat tip. Eren succeeded though, knuckles white gripping pillows, and he heaved out a groan. You swiped your tongue along his slit, tastebuds soaking up his salty precum. You prodded in just a little bit, sending a shiver up Eren’s spine. Your hand still doing most of the work, you thought you’d up the game by throwing your other hand in the mix. Eren let out a high pitched moan, throwing his head back at the onslaught of attention.

“It’s so fucking cruel I can’t touch you,” he whined yet again, craning his neck to meet your eyes.

You popped your mouth from his head, “I guess I’m going to be downright evil after what I’m about to do.”

Before Eren could respond, your hands moved to his thighs and his cock was swallowed into the back of your throat. He couldn’t stop the noises he was making as you bobbed your head unbelievably fast, sucking him more and more until your nose buried into the neatly kept curls above his shaft. You were trying your hardest not to gag, your throat entirely full, and Eren was trying his hardest not to cum on impact. You pulled back a bit, tears blinked back from your eyes, and returned a single hand to work what you couldn’t reach.

Eren’s thighs tightened, his breathing hitching, “Fuck, I’m getting so close.”

At this reveal, your pace only quickened, full intentions of bringing him to his utmost height. Your cheeks sucked harder, tongue lapping the underside of his length, and you were covered in your own spit. Sloppy and messy, just how Eren liked it. How you seemed to like it, as well.

“Right there, don’t stop, don’t stop,” Eren called out alongside your name, hips bucking into your mouth. Your other hand met the swell of his balls, feeling them tighten up as his release was right there. As Eren let out the first whine to signal his climax, you yanked your hands away and slipped your mouth off with a pop.

He spasmed, too far gone to stop. His dick stood tall, shooting his load onto his stomach, throbbing so hard and so uncomfortably that tears rolled down Eren’s cheeks. You had ruined his orgasm. His cock was leaking clear fluid, his body frustrated with the lack of contact, entirely unsatisfied. His jaw slacked open, eyebrows furrowed as he gazed at you in disbelief.

“That’s what you get for trying to piss me off all day,” you growled, wiping the spit from your mouth with the back of your hand. “Stay right there, Eren.”

You got off the bed, reaching into your bedside table to pull out two objects — a tiny vibrator and a suit tie. You yanked Eren’s hands up, tying them to your headboard. You undressed yourself quickly, revealing your naked body to Eren’s greedy eyes. His dick hadn’t softened, still painfully erect and needy as he subconsciously bucked into the air. You didn’t comment, knowing how bad Eren wanted you and your attention back to his pulsating member. You threw your thighs around his neck, straddling the lower half of his face.

“You want me to touch you?” Eren nodded, tears still pooling in the corners of his eyes. “Make me cum, and I’ll return the favor.”

Easy enough, Eren thought, lolling his tongue out for you to place your glistening folds on. You sat down fully, letting out a moan as your hips circled his mouth, your hands latched into his hair. Eren heard the soft click of the vibrator in your hands, and moved his south south, knowing exactly what it was you were searching for.

You gasped as his tongue penetrated your tight hole, walls fluttering around his wet muscle as you slid the vibrator right up to your clit. If Eren had only had his hands, you wouldn’t need that little toy to satisfy you. He’d be doing all the work, bringing you all your pleasure up to your climax. All Eren’s work, but you didn’t want him to have that satisfaction.

Because this was you, and you were in full control, there was absolutely no point in teasing yourself. You were rewarding yourself, Eren just happened to be a part of the ride, literally. You thought of all the mean words he had said to you today, all the teases and inconveniences. Your hand in his hard gripped harder, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood as you tried to level your moans.

“You pissed me off so fucking bad today,” your head was thrown back as Eren fucked you with his tongue, your hips pressing down harder. “You were so mean. Now look at you, pathetic. Letting me fuck your face like the little brat you are.”

Eren felt his cock twitch, feeling similar waves of humiliation you had felt today. He knew better than to speak, instead, thrusting his tongue even harder into your entrance to show his response. You were right, he had wanted to feel completely powerless under your wrath, wanted you to use him as if he was disposable, to punish him. When he felt your hand leave his hair, feeling the harsh sting of a slap on his chest behind your ass, he was grateful. This is all he wanted, tears brought to his eyes in pure joy.

Your nails dug into his peck, your orgasm fast approaching, “Oh my God, you’re such a good boy, keep going. Oh fuck, Eren I’m about to cum.”

Eren felt pure pride and love swell in his body, ruined by a cold chill of blinding pleasure. No, no, he was not going to cum with no contact, surely? His scrotum tightened, eyes slamming shut. You were going to be livid when you saw the mess he was creating.

Eren’s cock shot thick white ropes into your back, yes, from that far away. It was just all too much, the degradation, it was like your words had been stroking him up the entire time. His body vibrated, but he forced his eyes to open to watch you fall apart above him.

Your wrist flicked fast with the vibrator in hand, feeling your walls clench and tip over the edge. You screamed breathlessly, pushing your entire lower half into Eren’s mouth. Eren could feel the tingle of your toy against his nose, a small goofy smile on his lips as he thought of how funny it would be if he sneezed. You pulled it away quickly though, mind coming back together as you began to worry about how hard you had pushed into his face. Your orgasm slowed, walls contracting at a much lazier pace, and you lifted your hips.

“Good boy,” you praised, eyes full of love as you reached up to untie his hands. “You did such a good job, baby.”

You hadn’t noticed what Eren had done until you felt a cold brush against your lower back and ass. You hand circled around, feeling the wet sticky spots, and your jaw dropped.

“Eren, did you cum from just eating me out?”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it,” he was pleading, shying away from your widened eyes. “Was too much.”

Eren thought you would’ve been furious, instead, a soft laugh echoed in your chest. You moved off of him, laying on your stomach to place a sweet kiss to his lips. He eagerly returned it, happiness tickling throughout his entire body. When you pulled away, you rested your head on his shoulder while his arms circled your waist.

“That’s the hottest thing ever,” you admitted, curling a strand of his hair in your finger.

“I’m going to piss you off more often,” Eren joked lightly, kissing the tip of your nose. “I like this side of you.”

“Please, Eren, don’t. Next time you want me to top, just fucking ask me.”

LACHERI © 2021: all writing content belongs to LACHERI. I do not allow reposts or translations. this is my only account.

[moemammon]

When I was in High School, my crush and I got into a fight and neither of us were talking to each other. One day I was headed up the stairwell to get to my science class, when I saw them coming up from behind... I don't think they had even noticed me yet considering that they were busy talking to their friend BUT I am slow going up stairs so even if I rushed up the stairs roadrunner style they would have caught up to me, well; the little corner that connects the steps going up to the second floor and the steps heading down to the ground floor had a large open window... and I jumped out, like I literally just jumped out. I didn't even think it through, I just saw the window and my body was like "Yep, IK what to do." I landed on a bush or tree? It's too big to call a bush but too small to call a tree, landed in a squat before my feet gave out and I fall onto my knees and got two large grass stains on my jeans knee part, couldn't walk right either after that landing, I was shaky all day lol but it was a risk well calculated bc the whole thing would have been so awkward. I mean we used to be like BFFS before the rumors began and then they started and we just stopped talking without warning, we couldn't even look at each other. Our science partners, bc we were in groups of four, literally got fed up of our bullshit bc we literally refused to acknowledge the others existence... anyway, I digress...

Anyway, this whole story is a long winded way of me requesting how the brothers would react to an MC that literally just jumps out windows to avoid awkward moments, or to dodge people that want to ask them for favors, or when they straight up want to avoid someone?

And sorry about the large ass message, but thanks for letting me vent

You have a special place in my heart, window-jumping anon. Just uhhhhhhh look down next time okay? Ily

The Demon Brothers react to GN!MC jumping out of a window to avoid an awkward moment

(Mario jumping sound effect)

Lucifer

He approached you after class to ask exactly what you were snickering at your D.D.D. about during class.

Must've been real funny if you weren't listening to your lecture, huh?

"I imagine you've somehow found something worthy of laughing about in Demonology 101?"

You do not have the guts to tell him that you and Mammon were texting back and forth, abusing a new photo editing app to alter pictures of the eldest himself.

I mean, take a wild guess about how he’d react to seeing how big you edited his head to be-

The avatar of pride lets his eyes pierce into you, like he's trying to stare a hole through your blanket of "uh"s and "um"s,

You don't exactly see a way out of this one, but you can NOT let Lucifer see your photo gallery.

So you glance to your left to the open classroom window, and do the only thing you can think of: you jump.

Luckily you're on the ground floor so you??? really didn't have to jump so dramatically. But the fact that you yeeted yourself into a bush JUST to escape has left Lucifer speechless.

Honestly? He so impressed with your dedication that he's not gonna stop you. Besides, he's gonna see you back at home anyway so-

Also thinks you might be hanging around Mammon too much because that 100% seems like a stunt he’d pull.

Mammon

GIVE GOLDIE BACK RIGHT NOW

He KNOWS Lucifer told you to bring the credit card to him, and he demands to know where it's hidden! He's positive you know where it is!

But you don't really though?? You just brought the card to him like you were asked. If anything, you're the victim here!

But Mammon isn't having that. The avatar of greed is circling around you like an angry cat, patting you all over like airport security to see if you've got his beloved card.

"Where is it, huh?! Ya really think you can steal from THE Mammon?! Even if Lucifer told ya to, who do ya think you are?!"

When he has confirmed that you don't in fact have his previous Goldie, he's now cornering you up against a wall.

If looks could kill, you would've exploded into a fine powder

And you feel like your mental strength is about to do just that. So what do you do after you notices the slightest of breezes caress your face?

You jump outta that open window, before Mammon can even finish his "Wh- Oi! What're ya-"

Even though you just face planted into the garden, you're up on your feet and making a mad dash for somewhere that wasn't here.

Mammon lets you run for ten while seconds before he's hopping out after you. You think you can outfox the Great Mammon?! Think again!!!

Levi

You... weren't interested in this movie in the slightest, but you didn't have the heart to tell Levi that. Especially not after he’d begged/harassed you for the past week about watching it with him!

Reluctantly you agreed, and now you were suffering,,,But Levi was ecstatic! This movie was a classic! Sure it was an old one and the acting was a little bad, but you could overlook that if you watched it with your heart, not your eyes!

According to Levi.

You managed to keep your eyes open for the grueling one and a half hour movie, enduring every corny line of bad acting, horrible CGI, and lame sound effects straight out of a 90s super hero movie, and now the hell was finally over...

Or so you though, until Levi followed that up by immediately pulling out a cosplay outfit worn by one of the supporting characters in the show.

Funny how it seemed specifically tailored to your measurements. Even funnier how Levi was looking at you with those damned eyes.

You knew what he wanted without him even having to say it. But one look at the gaudy outfit he presented to you made your heart burn with a sudden indescribable urge.... to escape.

Honestly you caught him so off guard by suddenly getting up and sprinting out of the room, that he makes a sound that's pretty much the noise equivalent of "?!?!?!?!?!?"

He watches you run down to the end of the hall, throw the window open, and fuckin JUMP. Pretty sure he just witnessed your death??

Also this kinda solidified his 'gross otaku' mentality, seeing as you literally jumped out of a window to get out of cosplaying with him. A simple no would've sufficed, MC.......,.,,..,,,

Hey gamers... can we get an F in the chat? 😔✌️💦

Satan

Satan lent you a book to read last week that he was sure you'd be interested in! He found it pretty interesting himself, so he wants to see if you'd like it as much as he did.

That being said, you don't have the heart to tell him that you,,, didn't read any of it. Well you kind of did, if the cover counts for anything.

You doubt he would accept that as an answer, considering how you told him how much you appreciated receiving the book, and how you'd definitely read it and let him know how it was.

So now, Satan had come into your room with two cups of tea, ready to settle down and have a nice, long talk about your thoughts on the riveting plot that you promised you would indulge in.

"I'm really glad you decided to read it. I found that the protagonist reminded me a lot like you. I'd like to know what you thought about it."

Satan sets down the tea cups, and one sip tells you that he brewed it exactly the way you like.

His expression is eager and warm as he waits for you to begin gushing about just how deeply the story touched you... how absolutely moved you are by the sheer majesty that was the book he lent you...

Okay yeah, you're sweating bullets. You can't imagine how the sparkly eyed avatar of wrath would react to learning that you chose the company of your D.D.D. over Satan's book.

You don't have such an ice cold hard that you can just crush this book nerds dreams like that! And every time you look at his expectant face, the weight of your crimes weigh heavier on you until... you break.

Satan watches in shock and awe as you almost perfectly reenact the big scene where the main character leaps out of the window of a building rigged to explode, before making their escape. And you did just that.

Wow.. he never thought you could be so moved by a story, but he completely understands...

Asmo

How many outfits, Asmo. HOW MANY OUTFTITS WILL IT TAKE TO APPEASE YOU?

He's made you model TWELVE outfits so far, and you swear if you see another ascot, you're gonna lose your mind.

Asmodeus doesn't seem to notice the way the light slowly fades from your eyes, because he's pulling out outfit number thirteen with that cheery smile of his.

"Isn't this one absolutely adorable? Look, this part will look lovely around your waist! This part here hugs your body in all the right places, and this-"

You can't do it. You've gotta get out of here. You'd love to stand around and get mild rug burn from trying on a billion different clothes, but-

Actually no you wouldn't.

You DID promise Asmo you'd hang out with him today, but this wasn't really your idea of a good time.

"-Oooh, just thinking about it makes me want to eat you up~! Here, put it on for me, will you? I'll give you a kiss as a reward!"

You would do no such thing.

You make a mad dash for his ornate window and push it open. He has no time to stop you as he helplessly watches you vault yourself out like the room was on fire.

"MC?! Wh-where are you going?? Come back here! Grass stains are impossible to get out of that fabric!!!"

Beel

He means well. I swear he does. It's just that Beel can be a little... overbearing when he's worried about you. He cares, okay?

But he hasn't seen you eat anything all day! You tell him it's because you've got a stomach ache from who knows what, and you promise you've had little snacks here and there to keep from starving, but he can't accept that!

Eating is important, and you need it to survive. So Beelzebub was currently trying to nudge your mouth open with a pizza slice, while you vehemently refused. "Just one bite. And then another after that. You have to eat, or you'll go hungry... and I don't want that."

Beel knows the true pain of being hungry, and he’d never wish that on you! So just forget about your stomach ache for two seconds and open up-

Not that you really can. The aroma of that pizza was not sitting well on your stomach, and you were pretty sure you needed a fast escape or you'd risk losing your lunch. Greasy foods didn't exactly mix well with sour stomachs...

Beel still won't let up. He has a strong hand planted firmly on the small of your back, as if trying to prevent you from leaning back any further in your attempt to escape the pizza.

"If you eat this, I'll treat you to dessert at Madam Screams," he says, as if bribing your refusal of food USING food will somehow work out.

You can't break his heart, but you seriously can't eat that! Your head is spinning, thoughts racing, face becoming greasier and greasier from the pizza pressed against it, and-

You snap. In a sudden burst of strength you break free from Beel's grasp, and sprint toward the nearest window. All you see is your chance for freedom, and you're taking it.

You leap out and tumble into the ground, all while Beelzebub wonders what?? Just happened???? Did you really hate pizza that much...?

He never knew you were such a picky eater... To think you'd go so far as to jump out of the window though...

Belphie

You thought it was cute at first, when Belphegor wanted you to join him for his naps. And you didn't mind much. It was the weekend, you were tired, and he makes a pretty good body pillow.

But you didn't realize he planned for this to become an everyday thing. The youngest might not act it, but he sure could be spoiled.

But seriously, if you slept any longer, you might never have a normal sleep schedule again! It never occurred to you just how often Belphie sleeps.

He's definitely not human, because there's no way you can keep up with that, and maintain a normal lifestyle.

But the way he quietly, gently grabs your sleeve to cue your next nap session makes your heart clench. Why was it so damned hard to say no to this gremlin??

You were trying your best though, but the words always seemed to get caught in your throat. Belphie picked apart your excuses, doing everything in his power to take you back to the attic.

"You can study when you wake up." "Mammon wants to go shopping? Reschedule." "Lucifer told you not to be late to the board meeting? Just hide."

You're starting to get sucked into the sleepy lull of his voice, and it feels like your entire body is becoming heavy with fatigue. But no.... you resist!

Since there's no escaping this through words, you have to think fast. Fortunately, your fast thinking has led to an amazing solution!

Jump out of the window, baby

Belphie is just??? Did you fuckin???? Are your legs okay??????????????

He probably stops asking you to nap with him for a while, since you're willing to almost break your legs just to get out of it. You're gonna make him have weird dreams....

[kiss-inthekitchen]

anytime | bucky barnes

summary: bucky's having trouble sleeping and he just wants you around

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: none! this is completely self indulgent fluff

word count: 1k

a/n: i got the idea for this while watching law and order: organized crime bc detective stabler can't sleep due to his ptsd and i was just like, you KNOW he wants to call olivia for comfort. and yeah anyway. this fic would not exist if not for law and order and idk how i feel about that tbh

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Bucky can’t sleep.

Which is nothing new for him. His bed is too big, he can’t turn his thoughts off, he’s exhausted but he’s not tired. He’d moved to the floor, which at least made him feel more solid in his surroundings- the hardwood is unforgiving, but it’s a discomfort he’s become familiar with.

He sits up for the umpteenth time, turning to look at the clock on his bedside table as if he could make time go faster by force of will alone. It’s been ten minutes since the last time he checked and it feels like an hour. 1:07 AM.

His bed is too big, he can’t turn his thoughts off, and he’s going to break if he doesn’t get some respite from the images flashing through his mind.

Sighing, he decides he’s finally reached the point of giving in. There’s only one thing he knows will help, and he’s done trying to talk himself out of it.

You’re watching TV in your room- well, not so much watching as you are using it for background noise while you scroll through your phone- when the screen is taken over by an incoming call. You smile to yourself. Bucky was stubborn, always preferring to call rather than text, even though he was perfectly capable.

“Hey, Buck,” you said softly into the phone, barely above a whisper, respecting the late night hour even though you were alone in your room a few floors down from him.

“Hey,” he breathes, and you can sense his relief through the line.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, doll, everything’s…” he trails off, because it’s fine, but also it’s not, and he doesn’t know how to tell you that. He decides it’s best to just bite the bullet, he can’t take anymore overanalyzing. “I can’t sleep. Can you come up? Can you… stay?”

You’re silent on the line. Bucky’s never asked you anything like that before. The two of you are close, of course, but not like this. Not until now, anyway. You’re wondering if you heard him right or if you actually fell asleep and you’re having another hyper realistic dream when he speaks again.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to, I’m okay, I just-”

His voice snaps you out of it. “I’m on my way.”

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An embarrassingly short amount of time later, you’re outside his door in your sleep shorts and a loose t-shirt, having shoved your feet into your slippers and all but ran out the door.

Before you can knock, he’s opening the door, standing in front of you in a similar outfit to yours.

“Hey, doll,” he says, softly, and you can read all his emotions in his eyes, tentatively stepping inside before wrapping your arms around him. He exhales in a slight chuckle, hugging you back and relaxing into your touch.

“Hey,” you speak into his chest as he reaches one arm out to push the door closed behind you.

You disentangle yourself, moving to his bed and settling yourself in the middle of it. He follows, leaning his back against the headboard, his outstretched legs grazing your folded ones, and you find it so easy to lean into his touch. Resting your head on his shoulder, he wraps his left arm around you, pulling you in closer, and you take note of the quiet room. No music, no TV on in the background, just him alone with his thoughts.

“What do you need, Buck?’’ you ask, tilting your head up to look at him.

His eyes meet yours. “Just needed you here,” he half smiles. “What were you doing before I called?”

You try to ignore the way your stomach flips at the way he said he needed you. “Nothing, really. I was just bored on my phone. I’m usually up later than everyone else, anyway. Just don’t really get tired til late,” you finish, yawning immediately after because your body loves to contradict you. You’d roll your eyes at yourself if he wasn’t looking at you.

“Well, I guess it is officially late then,” Bucky chuckles. “You wanna lie down?” he asks rhetorically, getting up to turn off the light. You immediately miss his presence beside you.

“So, how’re we doing this, Barnes? You wanna be big or little spoon?” your tone is sort of joking even though it’s an honest question, trying to bring some of your usual energy to the unfamiliar situation.

He rewards you with a genuine laugh, turning back to you and allowing you to revel in the way his smile lights up his face.

“You gonna jetpack me, doll?”

“If you want me to,” you say through a smile of your own.

“Next time, then,” he says, flipping the switch, the room lit only by moonlight now. “Wanna hold you now, if that’s okay.”

Your heart stutters at the admission, voice a little shaky when you respond. “‘Course it is.”

The bed dips with his weight, vibranium arm sneaking underneath the pillow before you rest your head on it, his right arm pulling you in flush with his body. It’s been a while since either of you have had someone to sleep next to, and you could swear you’ve never been more comfortable. You fully relax into him, every inch of your body touching some part of his.

Your shirt rucked up slightly in the process, and his hand rests directly on your skin, thumb moving in soothing strokes against your stomach.

“Is this okay?” he whispers, fanning over your neck.

You hum your agreement, afraid to say out loud that it’s more than okay, it’s perfect, knowing your voice would betray you if you tried.

It’s quiet after that, with Bucky focusing on the sound of your breathing and the feel of your soft skin on his, and, blissfully, nothing else.

Your consciousness is just starting to slip when he speaks again.

“Thanks for picking up the phone, doll.”

“Anytime, Buck,” you answer sleepily. “Everytime.”

-

The next night, he stays over in your room. From then on, you and Bucky don’t spend a single night apart if you can help it.

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You knew this was a horrible idea. 

It’s Saturday night and you and your boyfriend were back in another night club after being kicked out from one just hours before. Daniel had gotten too drunk, as he always does, causing you to kindly ask the bartender to cut him off. Daniel didn’t take that too lightly resulting in a gnarly swing at the poor guy just doing his job. 

Security threw you out and Daniel called an Uber to go where you thought was going to be your apartment but twenty minutes later you pulled up to another club practically on the other side of town. You yelled at Daniel but he pushed aside stumbling inside for yet even more drinks and mistakes waiting for him inside. 

You sat at the bar simply drinking some water and snacking on some peanuts keeping your eye on your garbage boyfriend. You're constantly checking the time on your phone, annoyed with every passing minute. It was 2 am and you just wanted to go home and sleep. You were even debating texting your brother Steve hoping you could just crash at his place not too far from where you were but it would be incredibly irresponsible to just leave Daniel in the state he’s in. 

So you waited and waited and waited. Your eyelids felt heavy and your energy was just completely drained. You were basically a zombie. It wasn’t until a guy approached your half asleep body that you felt a sense of alert. Daniel was shit-faced so you were practically defenseless. 

“Hey,” the guy shouted over the music.

“Sorry, I’m not interested. My boyfriend’s-” you quickly said, only to be cut off.

“Don’t worry. I’m not gonna hit on you. I’ve got a boyfriend of my own,” he chuckled, making you breathe out in relief. 

“Sorry,” you cringed at yourself. 

“It’s alright; but uh, I hate to be the one to tell you this. You might want to check with your boyfriend,” he said sympathetically. 

You pushed your way through the crowd scanning every face in search of Daniel. What did he do? Is he hurt? Did he get in trouble again? Is he getting arrested? Where is he-

“Daniel?” you said eyes tearing up a bit. 

His arms were wrapped around another girl’s waist as he kissed her the way he kissed you. She practically moaned as their tongues slobbered disgustingly with each other. Their hips grinding against each other proactively as if you weren’t even there. Sadness turned to anger, and anger turned to rage, gripping Daniel’s short hairs and pulling his head away from whoever this girl was. 

“What the fuck?” the girl complained, her eyes completely bloodshot. 

“Did he tell you that he was here with his girlfriend tonight?” you're sad with gritted teeth. Daniel stumbled around still unable to register what the hell was happening. 

“Oh my god, you forreal?” she said.

“Who fucking cares? She’s a prude anyway. I got more action with you than I did her in the past, what, six months?” Daniel slurred. 

“You know what, you’re a fucking prick, dude. She deserves so much better than you; I bet your dick is small anyway,” the girl said.

“Fuck you too bitch,” Daniel spit. 

“I can’t believe you,” you said. 

“Oh, whoop-dee-doo, big fucking surprise. Babe, you’re a prude. Can’t you see it? I don’t know why I’m wasting my time with you anymore,” he practically puked out the words without any second thought. 

“Fine, then I hope you enjoy the rest of your night, you fucking asshole,” you stormed away holding in the tears; he wasn’t worth it. 

Almost three am and you just dumped your cheating lowlife boyfriend on the other side of town. Steve wasn’t answering his phone and you even wanna be near the club anymore. Walking speedily staring at your screen desperate to call an Uber home, you bumped harshly into a hard chest falling to the ground on your bum. 

“Fucking hell, I’m so sorry, darling,” the man said helping you up by your elbows.

“It’s ok. I wasn’t looking- Bucky?” 

“Oh, hey kid. What are you doing? It’s like three in the morning and you don’t live anywhere near here,” Bucky said, crossing his arms. 

“Daniel got himself kicked from the one by our apartment and Ubered here instead.”

“So where’s Daniel?” Bucky scowled; he’s always hated that guy, so did Steve.

“Probably fucking some other chick in the bathroom,” your voice cracked. 

“What?”

“It’s nothing; I just want to go home,” you cried.

“Hey, it’s ok; it’s ok. Do you wanna crash at me and Steve’s? He’s gone for the weekend with Peggy; you can stay in his room at least for the night,” Bucky offered; so that’s why Steve’s not answering his phone. 

“I don’t wanna intrude on your night. I can just call an Uber, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. Steve’ll kill me if he found out I left his baby sis alone in the streets of New York at three in the morning. It’s not a problem, we were just bar hopping and I stopped drinking ages ago.”

“Are you sure, Buck?”

“Of course,” he smiled warmly at you. 

“Hey, Nat!”

“What’s up?” a beautiful redhead approached you both.

“Gonna head home ; don’t do anything stupid,” he chuckled. 

“You too,” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, “Catch you Monday?” 

“You’re stupid. I’ll see ya,” Bucky laughed before grabbing your hand and headed towards his apartment. 

“Thanks again, Buck. For letting me stay here tonight,” you said once you entered his apartment. 

It had been a while since you hung out at your brother’s apartment but nothing’s changed. Typical men and their inability to change even a throw pillow. You set your small bag on the couch before Bucky led you to Steve’s room. There were pictures of you and him posing at Steve’s graduation; and later your own. Pictures of Steve and Bucky at a theme park, during a bar-be-que for Steve’s birthday. So many memories that Steve held onto in his room. 

“Time really flies doesn’t it?” Bucky said, slightly startling you.

“Sorry,” he chuckled.

“No, you’re fine. But you’re right. Feels all these pictures were taken yesterday,” you reminisced. 

“I got you some clothes if you need to change; I’ll give you privacy,” Bucky said, slipping from the room briskly. 

You sat on the bed frustrated with everything. Your body was so drained from being up so early in the night, to the fight with Daniel. The past couple months with him were so awful. He was just so mean to you all the time and you didn’t know what you did wrong. Where did it go wrong? When did things shift?

"Is everything ok, darling?" Bucky asked quietly, knocking on the door when you hadn't come out after a while.

"What did I do wrong? I thought he loved me," you choked out. 

Bucky sighed as he walked over to the bed sitting beside you before engulfing you in a warm hug. You cried into his shoulder and Bucky couldn't help the anger that bubbled inside him for your excuse of a boyfriend Daniel. He never got along with the guy and now he finally has a reason to knock his teeth in.

"You didn't do anything, I know it. That prick wouldn't know love if it hit him in the face. It's his loss. You deserve so much better than that asshole. Look at me, you're so beautiful and funny and fucking adorable; any guy who can't see how perfect you are, is a dense piece of shit." 

"James," you whispered. 

His words made your heart skip and your stomach flutter. But Bucky’s always had that effect on you. Even growing up. You weren’t going to sit there and pretend that hearing his words hadn't had a deeper effect than they would’ve coming from Daniel. Sometimes you wondered what being with Bucky would be like. You’re not the first to admit how handsome Bucky was and growing up you did have quite the crush on your brother’s best friend.  

You don't know what it was, whether it was the alcohol still swimming through your veins, or just feeling so vulnerable being in Bucky's arms but you wanted him badly. You needed him, needed to feel something again. And you knew he could give it to you. You pressed your lips to his and in an instant his hands dropped to your hips pulling you impossibly close against his body. Your hands went to the back of his head as you kissed him messily. Your noses bumped and teeth clashed but it was the best kiss you’ve ever had. 

“Fuck, your brother’s gonna kill me,” Bucky mumbled, almost to himself, as he slowly laid you down on your back.

Bucky’s hands trailed up your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh every now and then as he continued kissing you passionately. Your own hands couldn’t help but tug at his shirt desperately. When he did so, your breath was completely taken away. It had been years since you’d seen Bucky without a shirt. 

Not only had he been quite skinny just like your brother back then, but not long after leaving for college with Steve he was in a bike accident that left him with ghastly scars and burns along his left arm and shoulder. Since then, it’s fair to say Bucky never really ever took his shirt off. It had taken years just for him to remove the glove he’d always wear to cover the scars on his hand.

“You’ve gotten so strong, James,” you grinned, reaching out to brush the flexed muscles running down his front. 

He simply stared at you with an anticipating and anxious expression on his face, waiting for you to state the obvious. When you didn’t, when you pulled his head down to kiss him once again, he almost cried. Bucky hadn’t been with a woman in so long, afraid of this very moment. He knew at that moment, there was no one quite like you. 

Bucky fell in love. 

“Let me take care of you, darling. You’ve been so good to me,” Bucky whispered huskily in your ear as he trailed his hand under your own shirt brushing his fingertips along the underside of your breast.

His lips pressed softly against your hot skin along your neck before standing up between your legs at the end of the bed. He pulled your shirt off then played cheekily with the straps of your bra that you still had on. You smiled back at him with the same playful stare, reaching behind you to unclasp the material. 

You could see the way Bucky’s eyes darken and his pupils widened as he stared in awe at your naked chest. Your skin bursted into chills under his hungry gaze even though you felt like you were burning up. Bucky leaned forward kissing down the valley of your breasts, nipping once in a while playfully before laying you back down. He shimmied you out of your bottoms easily, kneeling on the ground leaving you completely bare before him. 

“You are absolutely stunning, princess,” Bucky whispered, running his hands up your thighs slowly. 

“Bucky, please. I need you,” you whimpered. 

“Don’t worry, darling. I promise I’m gonna take good care of you,” he smirked devilishly. 

He pushed your knees open, eyeing the arousal that glistened between your thighs. He brought his fingers up to you slowly rubbing your slick around before finally pushing a thick and long finger past your folds. Your body shuddered solely at the foreign but pleasurable feeling, already moaning softly. 

Bucky’s cock strained through pants upon hearing your beautiful moans; they were like music to his ears. He couldn’t help the way his hips would buck into the mattress in a desperate attempt to relieve some pain from his erection. Soon after he pulled his fingers from you slowly only to thrust them further in you, curling his fingers just right. 

He brought his mouth down to you, wrapping his lips around your clit sucking harshly. You gasped and your back arched, overwhelmed with pleasure Bucky was giving you with just his mouth and fingers. All the times that you’d given yourself to your ex, he had never made you feel this good before, feel this full; let alone with his fingers. Bucky was taking his time with you solely for your own pleasure and it made your heart swoon. 

Your legs trapped Bucky’s head between your thighs, squeezing as he continued to eat you out like a starved man. Your hands went to his hair pulling on his dark locks causing Bucky to moan deeply against you. You were so close to a release; your legs shaking violently and your stomach tightening. 

“Come on, princess. Want you to come all over my face. Can you do that for me, darling?”

“Fuck!”

“Be a good girl and make a mess,” Bucky teased.

His fingers moved faster as he swirled his tongue around and over your clit just as quickly. You were becoming overwhelmed and that coil bursted in the pit of your stomach. You pushed Bucky’s face from you, shrieking with pure pleasure; Bucky’s kept the rapid pace with fingers as you fell over the edge.

“Fucking hell, that was so hot, princess,” Bucky said standing up; his fingers, arm, his chest was covered in your arousal. 

“Did I do that?” your voice trembled. 

“Because of me,” Bucky winked playfully.

“I didn’t know I could do that,” you let your head fall back on the bed as you briefly caught your breath.

Bucky grabbed his shirt that he discarded not long ago and quickly wiped his chest and arm before discarding his pants and boxers. He nearly moaned at the feeling when he finally freed his dick from the restraining garments. His hand instantly wrapped around the base before pumping himself a few times. 

You brought yourself onto your elbows momentarily ogling at the sight of Bucky completely bare before you. Your mouth practically watered at the sight. Bucky crawled over you kissing you deeply and messily; but perfectly. He pulled away and you both had goofy smiles on your faces before bursting into a fit of giggles, Bucky’s head burying into the crook of your neck.

“You’re so goddamn adorable, princess,” Bucky’s voice was muffled. 

“Bucky,” you whined. 

You couldn’t resist squirming underneath the burly man. Although, you’ve just had what was probably the best orgasm you’ve ever had, you wanted more. You needed more; you needed Bucky. 

“I got you, darling. I got you.” 

Bucky wanted to tease you more, make you beg, but he was just as desperate to feel you as you were. He propped himself up on his elbows kissing you one last time before reaching between your bodies and lining his dick with your entrance. Both you and Bucky moaned simultaneously as he stretched you out; curses spilling from his lips as incoherent moans fell from yours. 

“So fucking tight, princess. Squeezing my cock just right, aren’t ya?” he whispered.

“Fuck, I feel so full,” you whimpered.

Bucky began to slowly move his hips in and out of you deliciously. He quickly picked up the pace, jetting his hips rapidly making your moans louder. Bucky sat up on his knees and gripped your waist surely to leave bruises in your wake. This new angle surprised you and you couldn’t help the squeals and moans that left your mouth. You chanted Bucky's name like a prayer; as if it was the only word you knew. 

Bucky watched you carefully, your face contorting with pure euphoric pleasure. He couldn’t help notice the small bump in your lower belly and without a second thought, he grabbed your hands pressing them firmly over your tummy. 

“You feel how deep I am, darling? Fucking poking through,” Bucky grunted. 

“Shit! Oh, it feels so good,” you moaned. 

“That’s right, no one’s ever gonna fuck you this good again. This pussy’s mine now,” Bucky growled. 

He took one of his hands and wrapped it around your throat squeezing the sides gently but firm at the same time. Your eyes rolled back and you moaned even louder, confident that the neighbors were sure to complain in the morning. Feeling Bucky’s hand around your neck was so exhilarating; you and Daniel had never ever experimented with anything beyond a pair of handcuffs, and that particular night went horribly. 

You like being choked by Bucky. 

“Fucking slut; you like this, don’t ya?” he came down to whisper huskily against your lips. 

“Mh-hm,” you moaned with a devilish grin, your bottom lip resting between your teeth before your eyes rolled back again. 

“Such a fucking beauty you are.”

Bucky hips snapped in and out and he knew it wouldn’t be long until he needed to release.

“God, I’m close, princess,” he growled. 

His hand moved to rest on the back of your neck to pull you up so you straddled his thighs and your chest was flushed against his. Your sensitive and hardened nipples brushed against his slightly sweaty skin causing you to shudder in pleasure. Bucky’s lips attached themselves to your skin along your collar bones sucking harshly leaving purple marks all along.

Your legs shook once again as they did before and soon enough with an arched back and shout of Bucky’s name you came all over his cock. Overwhelmed with your sex, Bucky bit harshly on your shoulder in a poor attempt to muffled the loud groans and moans he elicited. Feeling your velvety walls squeeze tightly around him pushed him over the edge, coating your walls with hot ribbons on cum. 

He fell forward almost crushing you but you were too tired to complain. Bucky continued to pepper soft kisses all over your skin whispering how good you were to him, how beautiful you looked. Just absolutely showering with compliments. You felt him slowly getting off you, probably afraid he was crushing you, but you didn’t want him to leave just yet. 

“Don’t,” you whispered, wrapping your arms tightly around his body. 

“I don’t want to crush you, darling.”

“You’re not.”

Bucky chuckled before settling completely above you, careful not to make you uncomfortable. Hardly any time went by when he felt the even and soft puffs of air hitting his skin, sure that you had fallen asleep. He picked himself up and with major guilt for his best friend, picked you up from the bed and walked you to his own room. 

After he was sure you stayed sound asleep, Bucky grabbed a clean pair of boxers and hurried himself to Steve’s room again. He collected all the discarded clothes and the dirty sheets and tossed them in the washing machine to clean right away. 

He hadn’t meant to fuck his best friend’s little sister, let alone in his own room, on his own bed, but it all happened so fast. 

He went back to his room letting the clothes do it’s thing, and quickly grabbed his phone. He messaged Steve, telling him that when he got back for his weekend with Peggy, he really needed to talk to him. 

Tonight made Bucky realize how much he loved you. Growing up, you two had always been close. But he doesn’t know when he stopped being friendly and instead began flirting. Bucky wanted to be with you; he knew it now more than ever. 

Bucky watched your gorgeous sleeping form on his bed. He smiled to himself before opening the window; the sun already rising and those beautiful golden rays seeped through the glass window, making you look angelic. He crawled into bed cuddling flushed against your naked body. He chuckled softly when you realized he’d returned, wiggling even further into his arms. 

“I love you, Bucky,” you mumbled. 

“I love you, too, darling.”

And he really, and truly did love you. As did you love him. 

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A/N: AAAH I apologize in advance for this part bc I feel like it's kinda messy :/ I hope you still like it though?? Lmk what you think! x

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), fwb, f2l?, college!au, fuckboy!bias, nerd!reader, angst, H/N is a jealous and drunk fool :/

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H/N’s POV:

Maybe I’ll come ‘round, your text had said. How did you expect him to enjoy the party if you wouldn’t be there? H/N used to make fun of guys who ran after girls like lap dogs. And yet, over time he had become one of them, if not worse. Every text, every possibility of seeing you had him on the edge of his seat in excitement. There was nothing he cared about more than spending time with you. When at first it had been sexual attraction – an obsession with your body and the way you turned him on with the most subtle words and touches – it had changed into something entirely different. The relentless hunger was now occasional, ever so often interrupted by a dire wish to see you smile. A wish to hold you, and to kiss you out of the blue – something he wasn’t allowed to do if it wasn’t for the two of you hooking up. The stupid agreement you had made was starting to feel like torture instead of heaven. He was lucky his poker face was professional, and he had years of practice in flirting and sounding casual even if his heart was beating up to his neck. There was no other way he could have concealed how infatuated he was with you, otherwise.

“H/N, come help me set up the snacks!” Korain shouted from the kitchen. H/N’s friends were throwing a party at their place, and he had shown up early to assist them in preparing everything. With you on his mind – as always – he trotted into the kitchen where a row of bowls was standing out on the counter.

“Just open and pour the bags into the bowls, will you? I still need to get ready,” Korain said. “Chohee said she might be here a bit earlier, and I don’t want to look like this when she’s going to look amazing.”

Korain gestured to his bed hair he probably hadn’t brushed once since getting up and then tweaked the fabric of his sweatpants and his old, baggy tee. H/N wanted to argue that if Chohee really liked Korain, she wouldn’t mind seeing him this way. H/N, for one, couldn’t care less what you wore tonight. As long as you showed up at all, he would be beaming. Strictly speaking, at times when he got to see you wake up, sleep in your eyes and your clothes in a disarray, it spun his head in ways no little black dress could ever do. When he saw you make breakfast in his kitchen, in his shirt, he could barely contain himself.

His daydreams of you were once naughty and gave him boners at random times of the day – and don’t get me wrong, they still were, sometimes – but it was when the domestic dreams had begun, that he realized he was screwed. He didn’t need anybody to tell him how he felt, nor did he have some crazy moment of clarity. There came a point in his days where he didn’t just notice his non-sexual daydreams of you, he invited them. His brain was imagining things like setting up a shared table for dinner or kissing the back of your hand in the dark of a movie theater or playing you a cheesy song that reminded him of you. He wanted to hold your hands from across the library table and have his arm around your shoulders to show you off to the entire campus. But none of it could be real. It all went against the rules.

“Will Y/N be here too?” Korain asked and pulled H/N out of his daydreams. God, I hope so, he thought.

“She said she might be here,” H/N answered.

“Chohee’s always talking about her. And you. About how she thinks Y/N has a crush on you, but she always denies it, saying you’re just friends. Maybe you could try and bring that up tonight?” Korain said, as if discussing your feelings for someone was as easy at conversing about the weather. “Alright, I really have to go get ready now.”

“I’ve been thinking, I might- “ said H/N, but Korain only pat his shoulder.

“Let’s talk later, at the party, okay?” he said, and walked out the kitchen. I might like her, H/N had been meaning to say. I might like Y/N. No. I’m in love with her. No maybes. He could bet all his money on it, that’s how sure he was. But his friend had disappeared and now it was on him to wait until the party began. Left alone with his thoughts.

Of course, you would deny having a crush on him. Because you probably didn’t, he thought. Wouldn’t you search for a smart guy, someone your mother would approve of, and someone who understood your endless talks of nerdy topics? Although sometimes he had no idea what you were on about, H/N was captivated whenever you gave him a lecture about something you had learned. And when he asked you to explain something one more time, you never hesitated, or judged him for it. Your kindness made his heart swell, and only when the first crowd of party guests arrived did he realize he had spent half an hour daydreaming about you. Again.

With the way he kept the front door in his sight at all times, one could have wondered if he was a highly wanted criminal on the run, afraid the cops could barge in at any moment. Some of the girls who tried to flirt with him even asked him about it, but he wasn’t going to confess he was waiting for the love of his life to walk through that very door. With little conviction he returned their flirting. He hated himself for the thoughts he had. Thinking that should you not arrive, he could console himself by taking one of the other girls home instead. They didn’t deserve to be used like that, but he was bitter and so, so in love with you. It was hard to pay any attention to the other girls at all, no matter how sweet they were being.

Flirting back at them, however, came to him as easily as the words to his favorite songs. It posed no challenge, like it did with you. When he had to try hard to make your cheeks heat up, or to lure out a shy smile instead of your genius, quick-witted remarks. There was nothing more exciting to him than to invent new ways in which he could make you flustered.

Right now, it was his turn to be flustered. Because his ex had approached him and was reciting some of her favorite memories she had of their relationship. “Remember our third date…the one that ended with us squished in that tiny dressing room at Victoria’s Secret?” she asked and blinked at him expectantly. He went along with her words and replied something not too direct, but still enough to make her giggle like a little girl.

It was his own fault she was so intent on talking to him. While you had been on your date with the economy-major-guy, H/N had tried to contact his ex again. In hindsight, he thought it pathetic and extremely stupid at that. Nothing would have come of it, anyway. Not while he felt the way he did about you. So it was only lucky his ex hadn’t been free that night. Then he had gotten dangerously close to drowning his feelings in the vodka in his kitchen. Thankfully he had refrained from this, too, because you had shown up afterwards and you had ended up having mind-blowing sex, and he knew for a fact that had he been drunk, he would have blurted out some crazy sentiments he would have regretted saying in the morning.

Sometimes he tried to signal you his emotions, ever so subtly. Waving off your claims when you called him the campus fuckboy or telling you he wasn’t really hooking up with anyone else besides you, it all was an attempt at making you see what he felt for you. He would tell you that you looked pretty, not just so you would understand he liked you, but simply because it had to be said. When he regarded you fixing your hair in the mirror with a frown, he could barely believe you didn’t know how beautiful you were. And he had gotten closer to you during sex. Whether it was voluntary or an instinct that came with being in love, he wasn’t certain. There was nothing like kissing away your moans while he fucked you into a mattress.

He was about to text you – the urge to see you getting unbearable – but didn’t want to sound clingy when you strut through the door. No slow motion or fan blowing your hair around dramatically would have made you look more perfect. The ridiculous pang he felt in his heart when he saw you hug another guy only reminded him of how whipped he was. He reminded himself that he had no right to be jealous. You weren’t his girlfriend, after all. When you then made eye contact with him and made a beeline for him, he was worried he’d be short of words. He needed to pull himself together.

“Hi,” you said, and your smile was magical enough to stir up the butterflies in H/N’s stomach. You pointed at the empty spot on the sofa between H/N and another guy you didn’t know. “Is this seat taken?”

“No,” the guy said, before H/N had time to speak, and the stranger smiled at you in a way that could only mean he wanted to get to know you. But H/N caught your attention by swiftly putting his arm around your shoulder, making the stranger back up and divert his eyes the other way. He had never meant to be the jealous type. It was just that you were finally here, and he was so happy to see you, he couldn’t bare the thought of you running off again. Only when you gave him a funny look H/N realized he needed to calm down if he didn’t want you to get annoyed.

“So, what did I miss?” you asked.

His ex was approaching from across the room again, and before he could have stopped his mouth, he said the stupidest thing. “Kiss me.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, but he was intent on it. “Please. Kiss me. Quick.”

There was a strange emotion that crept over your face, and you seemed to have no clue why he was so set on it. Nevertheless, you did as he asked. Your mouth tasted of watermelon bubblegum, so sweet, so perfect, and he was flying on cloud nine for the short while it lasted. It wasn’t real, though. The thought stabbed his brain like a dagger. When you pulled apart you were grinning, and his ex wasn’t in the room anymore.

“Care to explain why we just did that?” you asked. “You’re diminishing your chances with the ladies in the room.”

He rolled his eyes. “My ex has been trying to get with me again, and I hoped she’d let off if she saw us kiss. And she did.” Then his eyebrows raised. “What do you mean by my chances with the ladies? I was hoping we could go home together.”

“I can’t tonight,” you said, and he had to fight to keep his face straight. “I’ve got to get back to studying first thing tomorrow morning. I just came here to hang out, for a while.”

“Oh,” was all he could muster without sounding like you were ripping out his heart. It wasn’t even your fault. He would never try and get between you and your studies. But what if he could be there? What if he could be the one staying in bed, watching as you climbed up early to bury your head in books? He’d watch you through tired eyelashes, and you’d ridicule him for being so starry-eyed when looking at you. Later he’d bring you tea or coffee and remind you to take a break to eat. Was it ludicrous to obsess over something so domestic? He didn’t feel guilty for it.

All at once, your laugh pulled him out of his daydream, and into a funny story you told him. Over-consciously, he noted how your arm went around his shoulder lazily. And for a while you sat and talked. Occasionally a flirty remark slipped over your lips, and he would always return it. It was idiotic, but he was already worrying about how much he would miss you once you went home. Perhaps his plan of consoling himself with another girl hadn’t been so bad, after all. Just as he had finished the thought, a familiar face walked by and noticed him. The alcohol in his veins made her seem perfectly inviting as a distraction, for later.

“Oh, hey. Y/N, this is Minji,” he said, pointing at the girl. “Minji, this is Y/N. She’s…just a friend.”

Instantly, you removed your arm from his shoulder. There was hidden pain in your gesture, or was it merely wishful thinking on his side? Minji nodded and greeted you, but you only waved her off with a polite smile.

“I’m going to get a drink from the kitchen,” you announced, and before he could have stopped you, you had walked off. For a while he chatted with Minji, because he had no good reason to run after you that wouldn’t create awkwardness. His patience lasted approximately ten minutes. Luckily, a friend waved at Minji from across the room and she excused herself. Although he would never wish her ill, he was glad she was leaving.

Quickly, he made his way to the kitchen, where he found you talking to a guy. Without thinking, H/N smiled at you as he came up to you and wrapped his arm around your waist. He hadn’t meant to look so intimidating, and he hadn’t meant to be an asshole either. Yet, the guy across from you appeared scared and when you turned your attention to H/N, the guy slowly retracted into another circle of chatting people. Guilt crept in on H/N. He was tipsy, and although he knew his drunkenness wasn’t an excuse, it made him want you so much more. Perhaps it was also insecurity making him act crazy. There was always a glimmer of hope in the back of his mind, that you might just like him back. So long as you hadn’t confirmed the opposite, he would live in constant terror that someone else could steal your attention and make you theirs before he could.

“Come with me,” you muttered in his ear. Your hand was around his wrist, and he had no choice but to trot after you like a child. At first, he thought you were going to take him out the front door, but then you made a turn for the stairs. He didn’t need to be a fuckboy to know what it meant when a girl walked him up the stairs. From one second to the other, his mood changed into gleefulness. Had you changed your mind? The mere thoughts of what could happen upstairs could have given him a boner, had he pondered on them for longer. You said nothing, only driving him more insane by the second. The first open door was good enough for you, so you pulled him inside and closed it behind you. Smirking, he reached for your waist, ready to pull you into a kiss.

“Don’t,” you hissed, and he flinched at your angry tone. He kept his hands to himself, kneading them nervously. Shit. This was the clear opposite of what he had anticipated. The two of you had never fought, and hearing your voice, sounding so deeply upset, scared him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you asked.

“I’m sorry, I thought you wanted to make out- “ he said.

“I don’t mean just now. I mean…what is it you’re trying to achieve by acting all possessive over me in front of random guys? Pretending I belong to you? But the second a pretty girl is in front of you I’m just a friend, aren’t I? What’s that about?”

There was no explaining this, and he knew it. Yet, he would try, pathetically. “I just thought you didn’t want those guys bothering you.”

“I can handle a guy by myself, thank you,” you snapped. “If I needed help, I’d ask. Like you did. Apparently, I’m good enough to be used as an escape from your ex, but when hot Minji came around you wouldn’t even blink when I got up and left.”

“Usedas an escape?” he asked in disbelief. “You didn’t have to kiss me, but you did anyway.”

“That’s because I was trying to be a good fucking friend!” you yelled now, sounding over the music from the party.

“You used me too, don’t you remember?” he countered. “Or did you not show up on my doorstep after your terrible date so I would fuck you and make you feel better?”

You looked taken aback for a moment, knowing he was right, in a way.

“It’s like you’re always trying to get away from me, but you can’t,” he said.

“Oh, fuck you!” you said, every trace of guilt washed away. “Get off your high horse! Isn’t that the whole point of us? That we’re using each other for sex? Nothing more than that, right? If I walked out now, you could go and find the next girl in line to take over instead of me. Didn’t you try to see someone while I was chatting to the guy I went on a date with? It’s all about using people, isn’t it? If things with the guy had gotten more serious for me, you’d have her, ready for you. Don’t you think that’s a little messed up? Leading someone on like that?”

There was truth to your words. He had tried to find someone to date, should you have found someone too and your friends-with-benefits relationship had been over. But he hadn’t led her on. He had been honest in letting the girl know he wasn’t sure if he wanted anything serious. His chest was hurting, and the pain was only making him more furious.

“Yeah, I could have switched you for her,” he said coldly. Was he only trying to hurt you now? Perhaps, but you had hurt him first.

“Right, because that’s all I am to you,” you said, quieter than before.

“That was our plan! You’re my fuck buddy, nothing more!” he raised his voice now, tired of your empty words and signs. “You have no right to accuse me of anything when I’m playing by the rules. The rules you made. Maybe we should go back to the beginning. Start the game over. I don’t even know what we’re arguing about right now.”

“Start over?”

“Go back to when we were just horny for each other and nothing else,” he said, as if that would be possible. As if he could ignore the way your eyes shined, even in the dim light coming from the streetlamps outside. Like he could pretend he didn’t want to hold you and make you forget all about this terrible fight.

“Fine, let’s try,” you said, and he watched in astonishment, as you closed the gap between the two of you. When you tilted your head, he gave you permission by doing the same. When you kissed, with teeth clashing and exhausted sighs mixing up, he swore there were bombs going off somewhere in his head. Alarm bells, too. This was by no means a great idea. But what could have stopped him and his hungry mouth? He backed you against the wall and pressed you into it, hard. Before he had registered it, his hands were pushing up the fabric of your dress and you moaned, sounding so beautiful he could barely believe it. One of his thighs forced its way between your legs while he gripped your waist like his life depended on it.

But then, just as rapidly you had begun to kiss him, you pushed him away. His lungs felt tight when he noticed the affliction and confusion on your face. He wished he could make it go away. But he had caused it, so now his presence only made things worse.

“No- no, I change my mind. This is fucking stupid,” you said. “I can’t do this right now.”

“Y/N,” he said in a gentle tone. Somehow, it seemed that his careful voice hurt you most of all.

“I think we should stop. All of this,” you said. He was beginning to shake his head in disbelief, but you cut him off. “We said there wouldn’t be jealousy, but there obviously is. We should have stopped long ago.”

“But what about starting the game again, from the beginning?” he asked, too afraid of what you would say to even look at you. If you were going to rip out his heart you should have done so quickly, when he wasn’t paying too close attention.

“The game’s over. This is going over both of our heads,” you said. “I- I’m going to go home now.”

So this was heartbreak. H/N had never considered that it could be meant so literally. But he could swear that the muscle inside his chest was convulsing and shriveling as if you had stolen the blood that kept him alive right from his arteries. The pain was sharp like a thousand cuts had been inflicted on his skin, and he struggled for words like your words had taken every of his most elemental abilities.

“I’ll walk you home,” he said.

“No,” you said. “You’re drunk. You’re the one who could need someone to walk you home. And I don’t want you around me right now. Get home safely.”

That was it. No hug. No last, longing look. Just your words stabbing like knives and your ethereal beauty as you turned on your heel and walked from the room, leaving him behind, bleeding out by himself. What had he done?

[bitchassbucky]

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📎Word Count: 791

📎Warning/s: MINORS DNI! mentions of drinking and alcohol

📎A/N: repost bc i posted it over to @bitchassbucky-afterdark :] anw, this is the first WIP to come out from the WIP limbo so enjoy, give me some feedback, aaaaand let me know if this is something you'd want to read further (and if the format works!)

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Sending the public status, you take one last look around the bar (-slash-library-slash-coffee shop) in an attempt to at least catch a glimpse of your supposed date—nada. You took effort in meeting and knowing this…guy from work and now, he’s nowhere to be seen. Your texts remained unanswered and unread, your calls go straight to voicemail. The initial nervousness of him—maybe—getting into an accident was washed over by the embarrassment of you realizing that you got stood up.

The water soothes your parched throat as you sip the cold liquid through a chewed-up straw, opting for a non-alcoholic beverage to end the night. Your laptop sits in front of your glass of 30% water and 70% ice chips, you click through the messages you got since posting the status.

Sure, where are you? Was the one that caught your eye. Maybe it was the three shots of tequila coursing through your veins that were clouding your judgment but it was the best out of the three.

At Nick’s, I moved from the bar to the library side—you type, careful not to give away the fact that you’re three shots in already. At least, you think to yourself, my outfit won’t go to waste.

I’m here too! The next reply dinged, are you the one in the black shirt with the white shoes? Another one was sent mere seconds after.

Yup, that’s me! Come over and say hi :)—you straighten your posture and smooth your shirt down after sending your reply. Here goes nothing.

A tall shadow looms over the table, prompting you to greet your guest quietly as you stand up from your seat, “hi, I’m Y/N.”

“Bucky; it’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” he offers his hand and you take it, shaking firmly as you would with a colleague, “nice handshake.” He says.

“I took a seminar,” you reply, your chest blooming with pride—before grimacing, “I mean, it was a thing about being more professional. I’m not a weirdo,” oh my God, shut up! You wanted this night to end already.

His laughter warranted a sharp SHH! From the attending librarian, the other patrons milling about turning their heads into your general direction.

“Do you wanna go over to the bar or…” Bucky looks down on the wooden table where your laptop sits idly with your glass of water.

“To be honest with you, I have had a few drinks already,” you nod, breathing out.

“Me too,” he confesses, smiling before finishing off his beer, “I’ll walk out with you.”

The night was just starting for the others in the city, it was Friday, 10:37 PM. The wind started to pick up a couple of hours back, your jacket staying closed and buttoned up with your hands stuffed inside your pockets. Your backpack practically weightless as the alcohol freely runs into your veins.

Bucky’s frame was just mere inches away from you, a comforting yet unfamiliar presence. He wasn’t much of a talker, he would talk only if you personally addressed him. But your aloofness cuts through his façade and he leads.

“Can I ask what happened tonight?” His voice low and whisper-like, his pace matching yours as you weave past pedestrians.

“Got stood up. I thought he just got stuck in traffic or something but he wasn’t replying to me or answering his phone so…” You trail off, letting him fill the rest of your sentence with his imagination.

“I’m sorry, that sucks,” his sentiment was laced with a hint of amusement, partly because of how you reacted to being stood up—posting a public status for all to see, “he sucks.”

“I know, I’m such a catch too,” you were only half-joking.

“Yeah, someone with a nice handshake is hard to come by these days,” he jokes too.

The subway was empty save for the usual suspects at the hour. With your back against the wall of tiles, you sigh—your eyes burning from the lack of sleep.

“Hey, I’m really sorry—I’m just all over the place tonight,” you try to excuse yourself, your behavior, apologizing for how lousy this night went, “we didn’t even get to talk much.”

Bucky shakes his head, tendrils of his chestnut hair loose from the low bun he sports, “you’ve got nothin’ to apologize for, you’re alright.”

The train makes itself known, barreling towards the station before you come to your senses. You scramble quickly to procure an old receipt and a pen, quickly scribbling your number amidst the fading text. You hear the doors open and the footsteps of the commuters, you slip him the receipt with your number on it along with your lucky pen—hoping.

“You have my pen, bring it back to me, okay?”

“Gotcha. See you soon.”

[venomous--fics]

Anon asked: maybe a continuation of the peter b parker kid thing where they finally confront the mom and get the readers things back 😩💞💞

a/n: ask and thou shall receive! this spent so long in the drafts bc i felt so insecure about it tbh, so any feedback is appreciated! I love seeing messages about what you guys think! really keeps me motivated! also, requests are open

Warnings: mentions of past abuse

Peter was sitting at the kitchen table, constantly looking at the clock. It was almost 5pm, you were supposed to be home an hour and a half ago. Yes, he keeps track of everyone's schedules, yes he knows the exact second you should be walking through the door. He's already texted you, but maybe you had detention. Nah, you were a good student, he highly doubted you'd have to stay after school.

His phone finally rang, and he was way too quick answering it.

"You okay?"

"I need some help."

"What is it?" he was already out the door.

You sighed, knowing he was probably going to give you an earful later.

"Well, it's a really long story, right.. But my mom showed up after school-"

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I think. Anyways, we got into it on the way home, which is no- Not normal." you adjusted how you were sitting, "And since she was dragging me back to the house, I figured I'd just get my crap and come home, right? Makes sense, saves us the tri-"

"She took you without permission?"

"Technically she is my m-...Parent. I guess, y'know, legally she can do whatever- But..Okay." you began to feel bubbles of anxiety and pain and even resentment form deep in your core, "She locked me out." You rubbed your neck.

"Are you," he paused, looking around at all the faces passing by him, "Still there?"

"Yeah. Unfortunately. I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for? Don't apologize, you didn't do anything."

"I keep causing problems for everyone."

"Not for me. Or Mj."

It was quiet on your end.

"You still there?"

"Yeah."

"I'll be there in like ten minutes."

"You probably shouldn't."

"Nah, nah." He said, having a sudden wave of anger rush over him, "Let me take care of this."

And true to his word, Peter was there in ten minutes. You hopped up from your spot on the porch as he made his way up to the door and knocked on it as hard as he could. He gave you a reassuring pat on the back.

The door swung open, and your mother seemed awfully surprised and confused to see some random man just standing there. Peter held no emotion has he looked her dead in the eye, "Can we come in."

She opened the door wider so that way you two could step in.

"Go get your stuff." is all Peter said to you.

Wasting no time, and not wanting to be in the middle of a potential argument between the two, you skedaddled to your room. It almost felt like too much to be in there. It looked so empty and barren compared to your room at Peter and Mjs place. Seems really dull. Lifeless, almost. Dust covered every surface, which meant that nobody had ever even bothered to see if you were even still in there.

You heard their voices from the living room, but they seemed so distant, seeing as all you could focus on was every shitty thing that woman put you through.

You remember the day that you got bit. It made you deathly ill, and you just thought you were dying from some sort of allergic reaction to the spider bite. You tried to get her to take you to any doctor or anywhere that could help because all you could seem to see were stars.

Everything then was so loud. Everything was so bright. It was all too much, and you were certain that the reaper was waiting for you. What did she say?

"Suck it up and stop pretending. Everything has to be so dramatic with you."

Or that time you forgot a single item on the shopping list. You got this whole speech about how stupid you had to have been. To forget one item. It was the world's most useless item.

Everything else seemed to play all over again, all at once. Like a waterfall. It should've made you sad. It should've made you cry, or scream.

You recounted all the times you wanted to fight back, or just run away. Leave everything behind and just run until your legs gave out. But you never did. You always found some reason to linger.

The conversation was growing louder where Peter was.

"You aren't going to do this to them ever again. Sign the papers."

You nearly dropped your last belonging on the floor as you scrambled to your door. Papers? He wasn't serious. Well, obviously he was. He just said it.

"Fine. It's not like the-"

"Zip it. Sign the papers."

"Who are you anyways? The law? If so, whatever they've told you is a b-"

"Listen, lady. I didn't ask for any attitude. I told you to sign the papers." he seemed to huff in annoyance, "That doesn't require talking."

"I'm a good mother."

"And I'm the king of France."

"Really. I gave them a good home. I have fed them and kept them warm-"

"Really? You think you did all that? Or are you convincing yourself that you did all that?"

"I am-"

"Can I be honest with you?"

"Ye-"

"I've never said this about anyone, ever. I don't like speaking to or about anyone like this.. Ever, but, you? I think you're a piece of shit."

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, look. You finished signing the papers. I'll take those. Thank you."

Realizing that it was your time to go, you stuffed your blanket into your duffel bag and rushed out the door and down the hall. Peter looked at you, expecting to see at least three bags. But he only saw the one.

"Where's the rest of your stuff."

"Uhm," you shuffled around, pretending as thought you dropped some, "This...This is all my stuff."

"That can't be ri-" He laughed a little, and noting the expression on his face, you saw that he was NOT happy. "That? That single duffle bag is all you have? That's it?"

"Yes..." you took a step back, "This is all.."

"I can't believe it." he said, "You're joking! One bag worth of stuff?"

He turned his attention back to your mother, who, for the first time in your life, actually looked like she got caught red handed, "You're pathetic. Absolutely pathetic."

"But they're so u-"

"No! No, you don't get to talk anymore. You've done enough."

You awkwardly shuffled behind him, in the event that you two had to make a mad dash out the door. That and you needed to not be seen as you tried to hide your almost evil grin.

"The hell is wrong with you? You have this amazing kid, and THAT'S all you've ever gotten for them? And you sit there and call yourself a mother? Absolutely, without a doubt, bullshit. I'd be ashamed of myself to call myself a father if that's all I've provided for my kid. Don't even get me started on you as a person, we made that clear."

It almost felt cursed to hear him swear, seeing as he made it a point to tell you to not swear. Every time you did, you have to give a quarter to the swear jar. Mj was always on your side, though. She'd say a swear that was much worse and have to pay a dollar. Each word had a value.

"Maybe we should just go." you suggested, tugging on the sleeve of his arm, "She's not worth it anymore."

"She was never worth it, it seems."

You finally made eye contact with her, and the look in her eye. It's like she understood, but was choosing to not do anything about the situation. She could look sorry all she wanted, but you knew she wasn't.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. You know that right."

"That means nothing to me."

"I can change."

"If you can change now, that means you could've changed then. You just chose not to."

"But I'm your mother, you should realize how I feel. You should want-"

"You're not my mom. You stopped being my mom the first time you-" You turned towards the door and started walking towards it, "Whatever. You mean nothing to me."

You practically kicked open teh door just to leave, and Peter was right behind you, shouting about how he'd make sure to egg her house everyday, just to piss her off.

"Do you really think I'm amazing?" you asked, the walk home feeling rather quiet.

"I think you're more than that. Just can't put it into words."

"Did you really mean it...That we could egg her house?"

"You want to? There's a store right on the way home."

"How about tomorrow."

"I'll have to clear up my busy schedule. See if I can work in a drive by egging. Well, swing by egging."

"You promise?"

"You kidding? I haven't egged anyone's house since college."

You had so much more you wanted to get off you chest, but you opted to just talk about it at home, with everyone present. You wanted to talk about how you felt about everything, and the papers. Whatever those were. But you were, for the moment, busy laughing about Peter's story about how he used to Egg this one reporters house. Someone named Jonah.

You wonder if Jonah ever put two and two together.