#have you all noticed the magical disappearance of the sweatpants?!

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A Hum of Time Toshinori Yagi X Reader

Part 1

Part 2

Summary: An innocent relationship between two workaholics could not possibly be that eventful. Just two individuals finding comfort within each other's company and the occasional cup of coffee. What happens when a secret that could ruin both of their careers brings the whole thing crashing down? In a heart wrenching decision, you must do what is best for all three of you and brave the future alone. Will you ever tell the truth? You might not have a choice.

2317 words

First my hero Fic! Loosely follows cannon but sometimes diverges.

This is the shortest chapter in the whole series. So, think of it as an intro :)

You’re late. 

seven whole days, one week on the dot. 

The first two missing days you had not even noticed, it was normal to sometimes lag behind a bit. Day four is when you finally noticed, five is when alarm bells started ringing and by the time six and seven rolled around you’d been anxiously pacing back to the bathroom stall every hour to check. No luck, not even a spot. 

As Sunday peaked and the daylight burned you had deduced yourself to the confines of your bed. Wadded up under layers of blankets too deep in thought to care of the wasted time. 

How could this happen? How could you have been so careless? 

Or maybe, maybe it’s just a fluke. The stress from your job, all the hours on patrol and office, has caused this. With extensive google searches and online chat forms dating years back read up and down it was true that stress could delay a cycle, sometimes even stop it all together. It was wishful thinking.

As much as you wanted to believe that you knew, deep down inside, that it was a lie. A false narrative you told yourself to try and keep the truth at bay. The person who knows you better than anyone else is yourself, you know your body inside and out and right now, things did not feel right. 

Only one way to know for sure.

In baggy sweatpants and an oversized hoodie you braved the streets in a haze. Unable to focus on much of anything around you. A villain could have been ransacking the neighborhood and you still wouldn’t have taken notice. The never ending loop of what if’s plagued your mind. What if it's positive? What would you do? What could you do? 

“That’ll be 800 yen” taking your card out you paid and raced back to the comfort of your house. 

Sliding down to the tiled floor test in hand, you could deny it no longer. The unyielding evidence on the plastic stick sealed your fate. No amount of shaking or lighting would cause the dreaded two pink lines to magically disappear. A cold sweat slid down your forehead. 

You were pregnant. 

And you knew exactly who the father was and it terrified you. 

You loved Toshinori Yagi, truly you did. The two of you had been seeing each other for over two years in secret. However, given the recent surge in crime your relationship had become rocky. Though you may live under the same roof, and sleep in the same bed, your time together was few and far between. As the world's Symbol of Peace his schedule was slammed, not that yours was much better being a hero yourself. A gap where time allowed for each other dwindled with every new wanna be villain and gang. How were you going to tell him? At this point you didn't even know the next time you'd see him. 

Wadding up the flimsy plastic wrapper with a deep breath you eyed the tester for one final look at the damned thing before stuffing it back into the box. You could not bear to look at it any longer. 

Inside the same plastic bag it was purchased in, any evidence of what you just did lay at the bottom of a dumpster two blocks away from your house.

You could not tell him. Not now. When the time was right you would.

You held the secret of the baby from Toshinori, unsure of how to approach the topic. Neither of you had ever acknowledged the thought of children,  in fact you barely spoke of the future as a whole. The word 'marriage' seemed outlandishly farfetched, if his identity was ever compromised or a villain caught wind of All Might having a wife... the consequences could be catastrophic for both of you. Your relationship with him as a whole was a gamble on safety alone. Adding legal proof only added fuel to the fire.  

Times ticking, you need to make a decision.  

“How cute” You cooed at the television, the screen showed a baby. Its chubby cheeks and puffy lips made your heart melt. Looking over to your partner who sat at the kitchen table. Unfazed by your comment the cell phone held within his hands garnered all his attention. Thinning fingered rapidly typing a text with blonde eyebrows knitted in concentration.

Brushing off your first attempt you figured it was bad timing, he seemed busy.

Holding the most recent newspaper in hand you ran up to Yagi, a smile on your face. 

“Look at this!” Depicted was a photo from All Might’s busy weekend. He had a public meeting on Friday where he addressed the opening of a new public park in his name. Several small children clung to his legs and arms, some even tried to climb his muscular shoulders. “Kids really do love you!” You laughed, a light blush lighting up your face. 

“They do.” Toshinori sat on the couch, head slumped over the headrest, and his eyes remaining closed, not bothering to look at the paper. Deep purple lined the bottom of his sockets in pure exhaustion. 

“What do you think of them?” You picked at his brain, wanting an answer for your aching question. 

‘Say something, anything, about children. About how you like them and enjoy being around them. That you want one. Maybe you could take our child to that park. Push them on the swings! Help them climb the jungle gym.’  Your mind subconsciously begged him with false images of both the thinner and mighty version of him running around with a similar looking child flashing through. 

His shoulders shrugged in an indifferent manner, “I love my fans.”

Your heart sunk, you felt it swelling, wanting to burst. As quickly as your imagination grew it was stomped out like a pesky weed. 

“Right.”

Finally finding a point in time where both of you were off was cause for celebration. Calling your shared tried and true sit down restaurant, The Mont, you happily booked a table for two. Tonight was the night, you'd tell him the truth. Calling his cell you were met with the voicemail box, not unusual as he's almost always in meetings or interviews at this time of day. The answering machine beeps and you leave a short message. Telling him to meet you at the restaurant at six, you'd be waiting for him and had something important you needed to discuss. Sighing as you hung up you knew it was now or never, you needed to get this off your chest. It was eating you alive with guilt to hold such a secret. 

Trying once more half before six to reach your partner, again you were met with the beep of his mailbox. Shooting a quick text to ask if he was on his way you pushed the ever growing anxiety down and readied yourself. Greeted by the hostess with a warm smile you were happily led to your table.

A lit candle nestled in a small nest of faux flowers atop a lace tablecloth sat in the middle. Smells of freshly cooked meats and exquisite wine filled the air. Dozens of other couples sat around the bustling dining area. Glancing at a few of their love drunk gazes you envied how their hands intertwined, their laughs melded together, and their pure blissful happiness. No stress or electronic barrier separated them. You could not help the sense of melancholy and longing that came with looking. Sighing you fidgeted with the bow laced around your silverware, Toshi would be here soon and you too would hopefully join the crowd. But, as the minutes passed by and the growingly apathetic waitress made her fifth pass at your table your heart sunk as it was nearing seven thirty.

“Ma’am are you ready to order?” Her smile left much to be desired, from it’s once widespread across her face when she initially brought you a glass of water to one sided. She knew what you refused to accept. You’ve been stood up. 

“Uh no not yet, thank you.” Giving her your own best attempt at a smile she looked at you for a few seconds before nodding and heading off to her other tables. You felt embarrassed, dejected and an overflowing sense of resentment. It felt as though all eyes were on you, the hopeless woman with the no-show date. Getting up from your table you left a few bills before dashing to the restroom. 

Pushing a stall open and plopping down on the closed seat you felt yourself breaking. Hot tears poured out despite your unwillingness to cry in such a public place. With a hand clamped over your mouth you tried to piece yourself back together yet the sobs would cease. Whimpers and shaky breaths echoed off the heavily decorated walls amplifying your humiliation. 

You’re a hero. You're not supposed to act like this. It’s disgraceful.

But God did it hurt. 

Running cool water onto a paper towel you attempted to dab away the running black streaks of mascara from your under eyes and compose yourself. 

The woman that looked back at you felt unrecognizable. Who was she? 

A sad broken shell of who you used to be.

Trailing a hand down from the top of your cheeks to your neck you find yourself fondling the indiscernible bump of your stomach through the thin material of your dress. Though far too early to be showing, you knew. 

They’re there with you. You were not alone. Not anymore. And never would be again. 

Toshinori apologized for missing dinner via text a few hours later. There had been an attack in a neighboring city that called for his attention. You could not stay mad, the world needed him. But that didn’t take away the deep rooted pain in your soul. 

Returning from a long day of patrolling the bustling city streets you’re greeted with a silent house. Not surprised by the lack of life, Yagi was probably out on patrol himself or perhaps at the office. Today had been rough, you kept finding yourself zoning out. Your head felt foggy, like any and all thoughts were muddled behind a thick layer of fog. It cost you a few nasty bruises from embarrassingly weak criminals. God, and the constant feeling of vertigo had you gagging up anything you tried to put down. You felt miserable.

Sighing you opened a cabinet, your auto pilot kicked in and the fog took hold. A million possibilities of the future, a million thoughts. Your mouth felt dry and your stomach so bottomless empty.

 However, as soon as a tart liquid hit your lips and the stinging smell of alcohol slipped into your nose your brain snapped back to reality. Spitting the drink back into the glass you stared down, in one hand was a wine glass in the other was the bottle. 

‘What the hell am i doing?’ 

Intricately etched music notes covered the stemware. Toshinori had bought you this on your one year anniversary, memories of that candle lit dinner brought a smile to your face. Swirling the liquid around you felt a dark cloud loom over, memories of your heartbreak in that same restaurant bathroom had your fist clenching around the stem until your knuckles turned white. The happiness felt from the memories had been spoiled.  

The nights of blinding romance and fever had vanished long ago, he did not have time for even a simple dinner with you anymore let alone a child. You were a fool for thinking that he’d possibly want this. That this was even remotely possible.

What of his reputation? What of yours? If the media found out you’d be drug through the mud. You’d be dubbed a whore and this baby growing within your womb a bastard. All Might’s squeaky clean reputation as the world's god sent hero would be tarnished. 

A memory from the night Toshinori told you about his late master Nana and her struggles with balancing her family and heroic life reverberated over and over in your mind. As much as you tried to convince yourself things were different, the overwhelming truth could not be ignored. She gave up her child. Her family. She knew that it was not plausible to raise a child in this line of work. 

The glass flew along with the bottle, shattering against the wooden cabinet sending shards of glass and Gaja Barbaresco spraying across the kitchen. The cabinet door dared to have the audacity to creek open from the force. You slammed it shut, again, the inertia swung it open. 

“Fuck!” you shouted enraged you slammed the cabinetry. Over and over the wood groaned in protest,  the room echoed with sharp bangs, and the wall behind rattled. Toshi’s antique whiskey tumblers, countless commemorative shot glasses and your own collection of decorative stemware fell from the shelves, shattering against your attack adding to the growing pile. It did not matter. Nothing at this point did.

He would never want a child with you. 

Both fists gripped the wooden panel and ripped it clean off the hinges. Slamming it down on the counter top you raised it to repeat the action but stopped mid swing, dropping it instantly. Your breath was heavy with exhaustion.  

Looking down at your hands red wine mixed blood dripped and tiny shards of glass poked out from your palm.

Uncontrollable sobs had you falling onto the wet floor, knees tucked to your chest and hands wrapped around them. Curling into yourself you felt the world around fade away.

No longer restrained from the public eye you fully broke down. 

You wanted to disappear, to shrivel up into a little ball and…

That’s it,

You had to leave. 

Leave it all behind.

For the safety of all three of you.

If only you could go back,

[its-avalon-08]

Hey cutie!

I would love to read something about George! If its okay to you ofc…🫶🏼

Maybe you have some ideas..🙈

Thank you anyways!🫶🏼

hi lovely! george is my one my literal favs <3 i hope you enjoy this one, because i've always wanted to write one like this -

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somewhere in the crowd there's you < 3

he wasn't your regular low effort boyfriend. george looked at y/n and saw what the rest of his life looked like. the angels sung from the heavens above and all felt right in the world. it was as if he had found his matching puzzle piece.

y/n wasn't your regular low effort girlfriend. she was in love with george the way that spiderman and mj were in love. she knew the pressure of the sport, the constant travel, the grueling training, but amidst it all, their connection remained a constant, a warm summer breeze in the hurricane of f1.

6:15 am, monaco

george stirred awake to the soft glow of dawn creeping through the curtains. as his eyes adjusted, he saw a thermos and a protein bar neatly placed on the nightstand beside a vase of the most beautiful daisies. a sleepy smile tugged at his lips. y/n. she knew mornings were a struggle before a race weekend, and having his favorite breakfast ready, without him even asking, was a small gesture with a giant impact.

1:30 pm, budapest

y/n sat nervously in the mercedes motorhome, fiddling with a worn silver necklace. the roar of engines from the qualifying session vibrated through the air. she closed her eyes, picturing george navigating the sharp turns of the hungering circuit. suddenly, the door creaked open and a sweaty, yet grinning george peeked in.

"just wanted to say that i promise i won't die and i'll come back home to you love," he whispered, leaning down for a quick kiss that sent a jolt of electricity through her. "you better come back in one piece george otherwise it's not toto you'll be running from," she said with a teasing tone. she squeezed his hand three time conveying the magical words "i-love-you" as she always did before races because she knew he was anxious. he chuckled, squeezed her hand and disappeared into the crowd, anxious but aware that he had someone to go home to.

8:45 pm, singapore

the post-race celebrations were in full swing, the air thick with champagne and triumph. george, still buzzing from his podium finish, scanned the crowd. then, there she was, y/n, her smile the brightest beacon in the room. he excused himself, weaving through the throng of people, until he reached her.

"you were incredible," she said, her eyes sparkling with pride. she reached into her purse, pulling out a small, velvet pouch. inside, nestled on a bed of red velvet, was a custom-made silver charm – a miniature mercedes car. "to celebrate your win," she said, attaching it to his bracelet. it joined a collection of other charms – a tiny camera for her photography hobby, a guitar for his love of music – each a token of their shared journey.

later that night, tucked away in their hotel room, george noticed a travel-sized bottle of his favorite muscle relaxer placed on the bathroom counter. a hand-written note lay beside it: "for all your hard work, love. see you on the podium again soon." he smiled, a warmth spreading through him. it wasn't the grand gestures, the expensive gifts, but these small, thoughtful acts that spoke volumes about their love. a silent language spoken only by the two of them, a language that said, "somewhere in the crowd there's you, and that's all that matters."

2:00 am, london

being a biomedical engineer was a taxing job and y/n was an absolute perfectionist. george knew that, y/n knew that, blimey even their dog knew that! one night as george turned in their bed to pull y/n closer, he wasn't about to find her. sleepily dragging out in grey sweatpants and his classic shirtless look, he found her passed out over her laptop and a bunch of papers full of numbers and diagrams. he smiled gently at her calm figure and lifted her up effortlessly. holding her in bridal style, she cuddled closer to him wanting his body's warmth. he set her down into the bed, tying her hair loosely into a braid that y/n had taught him and set her glasses aside. pulling the covers over both of them, george kissed y/n's forehead, pulled her closer and let sleep take over.

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No Such Thing | Ch 9

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: After a messy breakup and an even messier night out , you find an unlikely friend in your coworker’s ex boyfriend. A messy beginning and an even messier middle, who knows about the end.

Genre: Romance, comedy, smut (later chapters)

01 | 02| 03| 04| 05| 06 |07| 08|09

Drabbles:

I can & I will

Disconnect

Neighbours know my name (unrelated)

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You sit at the far end of the couch, trying to make yourself as small as possible. You weren’t meant to be there. In Mark’s apartment. You meant to be at home, with Jungkook. Cuddling on the couch, watching reruns of Masterchef, talking about the events of today. Letting him stroke your hair as he drew out your true feelings in the magical way he did best. 

Startling you, a cup of steaming liquid is placed on the coffee table. 

“Drink this, it should relax you. “ he smiles down at you, hair flopping into his eyes.

You were not going to drink anything gave you. Considering he had basically kidnapped you. 

You shift in your seat, the leather groaning under your bare thighs.

He looks down at your exposed legs, you tug at your dress, trying to pull the non-stretchy material  over your knees. A short puff of air comes from his nose and he laughs. 

“Let me get you something to wear. You left some clothes here.” He turns away.

In a quiet voice, you say:

“They won’t fit.” You squeak. Knowing the only thing you had left in his possession was the tightly fitted dress you intended to wear out on the day he broke up with you. That day, you rushed out of his apartment, wearing nothing but your pyjamas.

He chuckles.

“That’s right. You’re growing our child. I guess you’ve bought some new clothes, even your maternity wear is sexy. Nothing much has changed.” He walks back over to you. The couch sinks in as he sits down, his hand rests on your exposed knee. You freeze. He was never violent or forceful when you were together but you were seeing a completely different side of him. 

“Still wearing short dresses like this one. We need to get you ready for motherhood. We’ll look online later for more appropriate clothes.” He pats your leg before standing up. 

“ I have some sweatpants somewhere.” He disappears into his bedroom. 

You frantically dig around in your bag for your phone and see that you still have no signal. You quickly swipe down and turn on the wifi. 

You connect. Four beautiful bars decorate the top of the screen.

‘Mark won’t let me leave’ 

Quickly pressing the resend button, you furiously type out a second message.

‘At Mark’s. Need you.’

You press send before shoving the device back into your bag. 

As you set your bag back down, Mark exits his bedroom, clutching a few clothes in his hands. Thankfully, his gaze was focused elsewhere and he didn’t notice you fiddling with your bag.

“I have these sweatpants, these should fit, and this hoodie was your favourite to steal, so I know it fits.” He walks over and places the clothes in your lap, over your clasped hands. 

You mutter a ‘thank you’ before standing up and grabbing the clothes.

“Where are you going?” He questions, eyebrows raised.

Your mouth hangs open in hesitation before you speak.

“I-I’m going to get changed.” You stutter, holding the clothes close to your chest, as if they could provide you comfort. But they had no arms to wrap around you, the only thing that wrap around your shaking body was fear.

“You can get changed here. Not like I haven’t seen it all before.” He slightly smirks.

Gulping, you create some distance between the two of you. You slowly place the clothes on the arm of the sofa, then you reach behind you, trying to unzip your dress. Before your fingers could touch the cool metal zip, you feel him pressed up behind you. His hands brush your hair to one side.

“Let me help you.” He drags the zip down your back, allowing his fingers to skim over exposed skin. You shudder as he places his chapped lips on your back.

“Done.” He whispers.

You nod, trying to keep your body still, but you couldn’t help but shake out of fear.

He moves back to sit on the couch, leaning back with his legs spread. You focus your gaze on a spot on the wallpaper, as you let the dress fall to the floor. You feel his eyes zone in on your belly. You quickly grab the hoodie and toss it over. Your head, shoving your arms through the sleeves. You opt to sit down to put on the sweatpants, deciding it would be better not to bend over in front of him. You slide the sweatpants on, one leg at a time, pulling the stretchy waistband over your precious bump. 

You pick up your dress and fold it, moving to place it in your handbag. Before you could do so, he snatches the dress from you, and walks over to the trashcan. He steps on the pedal and throws the floral clump of material in the metal can. The soft sound of the lid closing is all that you can hear. 

You eye your bag, so desperate to check your phone to see if Jungkook was on his way to rescue you.

Mark turns away from the bin, you look at him immediately. 

“No more of that. Only the best clothes for the mother of my child.” He sits down next to you, pulling you into him. Your body is tense as he tries to make you rest in the crook of his arm, he falls back on the plump couch.

“You know, my grandmother really adored you. She used to tell me how I should settle down with you.” He strokes your hair, fingers tangling in the curls that where becoming frizzy as he ran his fingers through them.

You knew he was very close with his grandmother, she basically raised him since he was 5 years old. Mark had a complicated relationship with his parents, he only saw them once a year. But his grandmother, he saw her every Sunday. If he could finish his work early enough, he would try his best to have dinner with her 3 times a week. When you dated, he introduced you to her, she was always very nice to you. Maybe she could talk some sense into him, there was no way that she would let him get away with this.

Slightly relaxing, to seem more believable.

“Maybe we should call her? She would like to hear that we’re back together, right?” You suggest.

His hand stops moving, his breath halts in his chest.

“She’s dead.”

You hold your breath.

“I’m so s-“ you start.

“She’s dead and I did nothing but disappoint her. I didn’t take school seriously, I didn’t get serious about my career until a year ago. I didn’t give her any grandchildren. And she’ll never see me do that.” He breathes out, leaning forward, to put his head in his hands. 

You were scared but you could start to see what was happening, he was clearly having an extreme reaction to his grandmother passing, this was him dealing with grief. If he came to you beforehand, no matter how much hurt he had caused you before, you would’ve comforted him. He was someone you once cared deeply for. But now, you were being kept against your will, you didn’t have a lot of sympathy for him.

“But I can fix this. I got you back, you’re having my kid.” He says, lifting his head out of his hands to look at you. Tears decorated the rims of his eyes, tears threatening to fall.

You bring on hand up to rest on his shoulder, shaking, you rub circles into his back. 

“I’m sure she was proud of you, no matter what. She loved you with her whole soul. With or without grandkids.” You lean forward, your face level with his, hoping that your words would bring him to his senses.

He looks at you briefly before quickly wiping his tears. 

“Let me make you some dinner. You still like Mac and cheese, right?” He stands up, ripping his tie off of his neck, unbuttoning a few buttons.

He doesn’t wait for you to reply, before heading to the kitchen to prepare the meal.

Unfortunately he lived in a open plan apartment, so he could keep an eye on you from the kitchen, there was no way you could check your phone without him seeing.

“Turn on the TV. Put on one of those shitty comedy shows you like to watch so much.” He remarks, reaching up in the cupboard to pull out a pot. 

You scoff to yourself, he was having a literal mental breakdown and he had the audacity to criticise your choice in TV. 

You search in the couch for the remote, where it usually was when you dated him. Along side the remote, you saw his car-keys with a little key fob attached. ‘Wifi-jammer’ was engraved into the side. It all clicks, it must’ve been turned on when you were in the car. You quickly turn the tv on, finding Netflix and choosing some cheesy comedy. You quietly shove the car keys back between the cracks of the sofa. 

Suddenly, your phone starts to ring, the vibration pushing through your bag, getting louder as it buzzes against the smooth leather of the couch.

Before you had the chance to reach into your bag, Mark runs across the room and snatches your bag up. You watch as his hands rummage through your tote and pulls out your phone case, the dangling charms almost mocking you with how freely they swing, reaffirming that you were trapped.

“He must be wondering where you are.” He chuckles, before turning off the device and tucking it into his back pocket.

Tears threaten to fall from your eyes, you were scared. Scared for you, scared for your baby.

Mark looks at you, eyes softening. His rough hand comes up to stroke your cheek. He presses his lips to yours. You don’t react. Lips closed tightly as he pecks your lips two times before returning to the kitchen. You bring your legs up under you as cower on the couch.

~~~~~~

Jungkook presses your contact once more as it goes straight to voicemail. He tries his best to keep focused as he presses his foot down on the gas. He didn’t know where Mark lived, so he had to ask the one person, besides you, who would know. Hyejin.

He had to go to her house first, considering she blocked him on everything, this was the only way he could get ahold of her.

He pulls up outside her building, parking crooked, leaving his lights on.

He dashes inside, bypassing the doorman, who greeted him in shock as he watched the young man call of the elevators. Jungkook waits, running his hands through his hair, biting his lip piercing.

The elevator arrives, and he frantically presses the number  he needed before repeatedly pressing the close door button.

He arrives to Hyejin’s floor, running to her door. He presses the doorbell and bangs on the door, hoping she’d come quickly.

The door doesn’t open but Hyejin’s voice comes out off the doorbell’s speaker.

“What do you want?” She says, her tone full of boredom.

“I need Mark’s address.” He stares at the door.

She snorts.

“Why? You wanna beat him up?”

He groans in frustration.

“Hyejin, I don’t have time for this! He literally kidnapped my girlfriend.”

The door opens.

“What?” She says in shock, her eyes opening wide.

“I don’t have time to explain, I don’t even know how to explain. Just give me the address, please.” 

She stares at him, arms folded.

“Why should I believe you? What if you’re just having a breakdown because your girlfriend left you?”

Jungkook drops to his knees and brings his hands up to press the together.

“I’m begging you. I don’t think she’s safe.”

Hyejin’s heart softens at the sight of her ex-boyfriend on the floor.

She gestures for him to get up.

Pulling her phone out of her pocket, her thumb moves a few times.

“I unblocked you and sent you the address.” She shuts the door. Leaning against the cold wood, a few tears escape her eye. She wonders if Jungkook would ever fight for her like he was fighting for you. If he felt anything for her at all?

~~~~~~

Jungkook takes the stairs and runs to his car. He clicks the address that was ent to him and lets his phone guide him to Mark’s apartment building.

He parks on the side of the road, his car up on the curb. He hears the parking attendant shouting at him as he runs inside the building. He calls the elevator, checking his phone as he presses the right number.

It feels like an hour before he gets to the floor, his heart beating loudly in his chest. He comes up to Mark’s door, he can hear the TV from outside, and the smell of food seeps through the door.

He rings the doorbell and hides from the camera’s view.

“I ordered some stuff for the nursery, it must’ve arrived.” He hears a deep voice say, before the door opens. 

He moves quickly and pushes Mark and makes his way into the apartment. Scanning the room, he sees you seated at the dining table, eyes red from tears.

He rushes towards you, arms encasing you. You sob as you wrap your arms around him.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” He pulls back slightly, to give you the once over.

You shake your head.

“Let’s go.” Jungkook pulls you up, your hand in his.

As soon as you walk away from the table, Mark is standing there with a knife in his hand.

“You’re not taking her anywhere.” 

~~~~

Another update, sorry its so short :(

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mess is mine // colton herta (instagram au)

summary: colton and his girlfriend have always kept their relationship lowkey. but when they both seem to disappear from the internet, fans begin to worry.

warnings: mentions of severe anxiety!

pairing: colton herta x female reader

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user5839 can someone catch me up? who is y/n? who is this beautiful woman who only has 170 followers?

-> user291 she’s coltons girlfriend! they’ve been together for two years, and she likes to keep her life private from the fans. she’s been on some of his livestreams before and sometimes shares small parts of her life with us! she’s studying copyright law and plans to work in the publishing industry.

davidmalukas I thought you did write a song about her?

-> coltonherta not one I’m letting the rest of the world hear. that’s song is for y/n’s ears only 😊

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indycargirlfriends y/n y/l/n seen entering the indianopolis motor speedway this morning ahead of this weekend grand prix on the ims road course. the girlfriend of andretti driver colton herta has been noticeably absent this month during the open test for the upcoming Indy 500 race, and her strange behaviour over the past few race weekends has been the subject of much debate.

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magicmalukas she looks pale…like a lot paler than normal…and has she lost weight?

andretitty have you ever seen y/n wear sweatpants? every time she’s been at the track she’s either been in jeans or a sundress

user3619 as someone who’s in indianopolis rn I can confirm that she doesn’t look very good. coltons been fussing over her all morning, and he’s only left her side when he was contractually obligated. it’s almost like he’s scared to leave her alone

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coltonherta Everybody talks about the magic of love and how wonderful being in a relationship and finding your person is. But they don’t talk about is how unglamorous showing up for your partner can be, how sometimes, you want to tear your heart out of your chest when you see the pain that your loved one is in.

Y/N has struggled with severe anxiety and panic attacks since long before I knew her. Over the past few months, her condition had taken a nosedive for the worse. She found it increasingly difficult to get out of bed, and her intrusive thoughts made her scared to be left alone. When I came out to Indiana for the 500, many of you noticed that she wasn’t with me. She flew back home to the town where she grew up and spent time with her parents, time she was trying to use for recovery. Even though I told her that she didn’t need to come out for the two races in Indianapolis, she has always supported my career as I have supported hers.

The 500 weekend was the final straw for her. She felt on edge and overwhelmed, and struggled to enjoy a race weekend the way that she normally did. That night, I sat down with my dad and told him that I couldn’t do this any more. That I could not keep putting her through this. That I would not compete in another indycar race until I knew that she was okay.

We’ve spent the past three weeks in Maine, where we’ve focussed on reconnecting with each other. I am very pleased to announce that Y/N is faring much better. While she may never be fully ‘recovered’, I can now see the smart, funny, lovely girl that I fell in love with. Assuming things stay in this positive, upwards trajectory, we will both see you in Mid-Ohio

Peace out,

Colton and Y/N.

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12willpower This is what real love is like. I know better than most what you’re going through, and I know that Y/N couldn’t be in better hands. Keep your head up, and I’ll see you in Ohio.

yourusername Forever thankful to have you by my side 🫶🏻

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Just like that

"It finally happened. After a lifetime of fantasizing about it, Damien finally got touched in the exact right way. It was like a dream."

The guy with the colored hair, or the 'main character' as he jokingly referred to himself, stood outside in the middle of a warm summer night. He licked his lips and tasted salt.

For Damien Haas was at sea, taking the ferry from Calais to Dover, a classic ferry way he'd often been on with his parents on holidays in Europe nearly evey year of his long gone youth. The sea beckoned, its friendly waves gushed up and down.

Taking the nightly ferry was a lot cheaper than the day one, but that wasn't the reason Damien picked it. It was comforting to be alone with the night, alone with the water.

Of course he wasn't actually alone. The other passengers half-slept inside, or were having a midnight snack. But nobody was outside. Or so Damien thought.

He closed his eyes and daydreamed, a weird thing to do at night. He saw himself stand inside of a dark cave, hooded and solemn. A sage of old. He enjoyed fantasizing about himself having magical adventures and powers.

He was so busy fantasizing, that he didn't notice the presence behind him. Someone who inched closer and closer to him. Only when the person was very close, did he stiffen. For some reason, the thought of turning around didn’t feel right. He wanted to know who stood behind him, but not really? He felt incredibly turned on.

Damien wore traveling clothes: a pair of sweatpants and a grey Gundam T-shirt. His chest heaved up and down a little faster, as he now felt a warmth behind him. And finally, someone's body brushed against his back. All of his hair stood on end. He didn't mean to, but a small gasp escaped his salty pink lips.

Two warm hands, feminine yet masculine, small but strong, wrapped themselves around Damien's waist. It felt like they lifted him out of his body. It felt like he was on fire. He was lucky nobody could see the tent in his baggy pants.

"Oh God..." It finally happened. After a lifetime of fantasizing about it, Damien finally got touched in the exact right way. It was like a dream. How he'd always hoped that someone would hold him in the cove of his waist. It worked on him like an off-switch. Whoever was touching him right now, they could do with him whatever they wanted, could have their wicked way with him.

A pelvis pressed against Damien's round behind, and he backed into the bulge. "Is this really happening?" He whispered into the sea breeze. Slow, slow dry humps against his butt drove him nearly insane, those hot hands still in place. He whined with anticipation. Then one hand briefly left its place and Damien snapped out of it for a second. What was this hand doing? He felt his sweatpants being pulled down, his pants too. He was exposed. The hand spread his butt masterfully, and a hot, wet cock pressed against his asshole.

Damien was anxious about what would happen next, but all his worries immediately disappeared when the hand returned to his waist. "Yes, please..." He begged to be fucked. The cock still pressed against his hole, a bit firmer now but still not entering.

Damien could see the shore. This needed to happen quickly. "Please, please come inside? Please fuck me, I really want you to ravage me, be rough with me, so rough.." His words seemed to work because the cock thrusted into him. The feeling was like he just sat down in the car of a roller coaster, the seat belts came down and he could now not return anymore. He would have to wait it out, let the ride take him where it may.

There was an unknown cock inside Damien. It was now thrusting at a slow pace. The Dover shore was really coming into view. "Please, I'm begging you, go faster! I want you to come, to cum inside me!" The cock accelerated and the hands gripped him tighter. In and out, in and out, harder and rougher now. It hurt and the pain turned Damien on even more. "Harder, please harder, rough me up.."

Hot semen streamed into his body, streaming out of his asshole now, past the cock who still sat inside of him, throbbing and twitching. The person behind him was panting. Damien stole a look down. He started - "wha..." the hands quickly let go and footsteps disappeared into the night. Damien stayed in his spot.

He had just seen the hands. They were heavily tattooed.. he only knew one person who had tattoos like that. "Anthony?" Damien did not turn around until the voice broadcasted all around the ferry informed everyone they should get their things and exit to Dover. He slowly walked inside, went to the floor where his car stood and walked up to it.

He almost bumped into him. The slightly shorter man apologized but then gasped in surprise. Two brown, curious eyes looked at him, past his eyes right into his soul.

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A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble, but ended up being a bit longer heh. It's just a little scenario that I've been meaning to write down for ages. I already have a fic with similiar concept in my WIP folder :3 I just like to imagine Stephen in comfy clothes and I will write 10 more fics about it if the motivation stays with me.

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Pairing: Stephen Strange x gn! Reader (platonic or romantic)

Summary: It would take so much more than a weekend to clean all that mess. Who even allowed this room to be so…. Terrible? Disgusting? Stephen couldn’t think of a good adjective that would describe how much pain it caused him to think about all the work he was about to do. Even with the aid of his magic it would take ages. But thanks to him you appeared, offering help. But will you actually help him clean? Yeah… no

This gif is not 'comfy Stephen' enough for me, but it will do

Stephen exhaled loudly, looking at the storage room with tired eyes. He promised Wong he would clean  and organise it this weekend.

He actually lost a bet with him, but he was too proud to say that. The doctor knew Wong cheated, because it was impossible that he could beat Stephen at chess every single time. The sorcerer suspected that his colleague was stealing his pieces when he wasn’t looking, but couldn’t prove it. And here he was- in the middle of a room that looked like a ruin, with a single broom in his hand and a frown on his face. 

It would take so much more than a weekend to clean all that mess. Who even allowed this room to be so…. Terrible? Disgusting? Stephen couldn’t think of a good adjective that would describe how much pain it caused him to think about all the work he was about to do. Even with the aid of his magic it would take ages. Damn Wong and his stupid game nights!

“You have to do more than stare at the mess for it to disappear.” Your tired voice pulled Stephen out of his thoughts, making the sorcerer jump and curse under his nose. 

You were amused when Wong told you about the bet, but couldn’t leave poor Stephen alone in this. Your good heart wouldn’t allow him to suffer alone with those boring and mundane chores. On the other hand, he was the guardian of the New York sanctum and it was one of his duties to keep the storage room tidy and organised. But that didn’t matter now.

“I thought you could use some help.” You spoke again, swiping the dust of a nearby shelf with your pointer finger. Yeah, it would take more than two to accomplish anything. 

“Oh, I could definitely use some help.” Stephen sighed and gave you an awkward smile. 

It was only when he turned to face you when you noticed his attire. He wasn’t wearing his sorcerer robes- Stephen swapped those for a pair of comfy grey sweatpants and a simple black t-shirt that you could see peeking out of his half zipped burgundy hoodie. He looked so….. Regular. His hair was still messy which meant he must have woken up just a few minutes before you. It might sound weird, but it suited him. If you had to compare his appearance you would say that Stephen looked very much like a tired dad of 3 who had too little free time and too much work to do around the house. 

You have never seen him wearing anything else than his robes before. Okay, you have seen him in jeans and sweaters, but never in sweatpants and a hoodie! And he looked sooo good like that. 

Stephen cleared his throat, putting his hands into the pockets of his pants. "I think we should slowly get started."

"You know what?" You spoke, leaning on the wall and looking up at the sorcerer. "I didn't have breakfast. Did you?" 

"We have so much work to do and you want to eat?" Stephen smirked. He was about to say something sarcastic, but his stomach spoke up before he could..

"I will take that as a no." You sighed and took Stephen by the sleeve of his hoodie. "We need some energy or we will pass out from looking at all that mess."

Stephen didn't question you- he was no procrastinator, but nothing bad would happen if he didn't clean the storage room right away. And he was really hungry. 

It’s not like Wong would scold him for not doing what he was supposed to do.

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"I feel like we forgot about something." The sorcerer said, wiping away the remains of his sandwich from his shirt on the pavement. The two of you decided to take the metro and go have breakfast on the other side of the city. Stephen proposed it, justifying his decision saying that he knew a great place. It was a sunny day in New York and it would be a shame to spend it all in the sanctum. That’s why you decided to eat in the park- something Stephen and you did regularly. Sometimes you sat there in silence, but there were times you would talk for hours, only stopping to eat whatever it was you bought to eat. Stephen cherished little moments like this. 

And today you couldn’t stop talking. It wasn’t even anything important. You started by discussing the newest episode of the soap opera you watched “out of boredom” and somehow ended up rating your favourite LEGO sets. Neither of you knew how much time had passed, but as long as the planet wasn’t in danger you could take things slow.

"Then I guess it wasn't important." You shrugged, laying down on the wooden bench, head in Stephen's lap. He never had a problem with you randomly laying down or leaning on him- on the contrary. The doctor really enjoyed being close to you. There wasn't a time he didn't feel comfortable around you which said a lot about how much he trusted you. “Let’s just stay here for a while. The weather is nice today.”

“Yeah,” Your friend exhaled loudly, hesitantly putting his hand on your shoulder. Thankfully you didn’t seem to mind- you just smiled. His heart skipped a beat. “Let’s stay here.”

You took your friend’s hand by the wrist and turned it to look at his watch. Realising it’s been almost 4 hours since you left the sanctum you smirked. Time always seemed to fly by when you were with Stephen. It was so peaceful.

Suddenly you gasped and sat up, almost hitting Stephen’s face. Life disappeared from your eyes and was replaced with fear. 

“Wong is gonna kill us.” You whispered. Something in Stephen snapped and the sorcerer was soon on his feet, taking your hand and running as fast as he could. 

“We are so dead!” He screamed, but you could hear his laugh through all that panic. 

You can deal with the consequences of Wong’s wrath if it meant that Stephen Strange would hold your hand like this again.

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#5

Salt

During the "Ghost Bride" event"

Yuu looking at all the failed attempts of the guys and how the wedding time is approaching.

Yuu looks at the time - That is...you mean...that I have again will take away the hostel?!

Yuu pulls out a purse going to Sam's shop - Well, no!

***

Eliza - oh so you're a photographer?!

Yuu holding the camera - Yes. can I ask you to stand together to take a group photo? Without a groom, so to speak, close brides.

- Oh, of course!!It's so exciting!!

Yuu takes out the bag and makes a small hole in the hole and starts making a circle around the ghosts

- Huh?What are you doing?

- Special effect. ..It's called "Salt". If I've learned anything from TV shows, then it will work here for sure.

Idia is in shock - Did they really decide to use it?!?

The rest of the "hostages" - Are you crazy?!?

The ghosts are trying to " fly " out of the circle but run into an invisible barrier.

- What?!What's happening??We can't get out!!

- Let us out!!!

Yuu pulls out a gun made of iron - I told you I'm not going to tolerate the fact that my dorm, which cost titanic efforts to bring to a tolerable state for life, will be so cheekily taken away. So. My terms are, we get out of my dorm. And don't bring the seven you made a mess there...

One of the "guards" in the corridor notices the situation and pounces on Yuu.

Yuu shoots the ghost's head at point-blank range without even turning around. The ghost falls and disappears.

- I've got enough ammo. Salt, too. I'll give you 5 minutes to think.

Deuce is wildly delighted - Prefect is so cool!!

Vil, Leona and Azul - Where the hell did you get a gun from?!?

Someone from the ghosts - This is cruel and inhumane!!

Yuu grabs a chair and sits down elegantly. - It is cruel to condemn a living person to death without even listening to him. And arrange a marriage without consent. It is cruel to attack poor students who have nothing to do with your death. It's cruel to kick students out of their dorms for the sake of ghosts. It's cruel to use magic on students who just wanted to resolve the situation .They did not use any violence. You are going to kill Idia for the sake of the princess ' whim. Where is the guarantee that you will not go further and kill each of us? Until she calms down, or does she go crazy and kill everyone indefinitely?

Idia is in a quiet ecstasy, almost crying - I will finally be saved....Come on, prefect!!kick their asses!!

Leona grinned - and the herbivore turns out to be able to show his teeth.

Azul nervously chuckled - Yes........................ I still got off lightly that time...

528 notes • Posted 2021-06-01 13:11:33 GMT

#4

Cute legs Yuu

Suppose Yuu is a girl, but all the guys are so stupid in this regard that they do not notice it.

Yuu pulls up his sweatpants above the knee in physical education, because the uniform is clearly too big for them. Crowley gave them clothes from former students and the size did not fit Yuu at all.

Ace looks at Yuu's feet.

Yuu carefully tucks up his pants and it becomes clear that they are wearing striped stockings with a wide stripe like a Grimm bow. Elegant beautiful plump legs.

Ace bites his lip. - Daaaaaamn it Yuu..

Yuu straightening up and pushing her hair back - Hmm?What's wrong Ace?

Ace blushes - Why do you have such beautiful legs ...

Deuce pushing Ace in the shoulder, being red and eyes squeezed shut - Ace! Stop staring!

- Ay, Deuce!Did you see yourself?!?

Yuu looks at the two confused idiots. - what's the matter with you two?

Ace was still staring, fighting off all of Deuce's attempts to close his eyes. - no, seriously..Yuu, they can't even match Vil-senpai. Cute stockings!

-Em....thank you?Can you two calm down already?

- How do you propose to calm down when I have this in front of my eyes?!?

***

Yuu walks with Jack around the sports field collecting equipment.

Other students. - Damn it...what legs...I'd like to have my head pinned between those beautiful thighs for a couple of months.

- Seven help me..I'm going to break my eyes at this piece of art in the flesh.

Yuu almost stumbles over what he's heard, and Jack turns around and snarls at them.

Yuu gently stops him from fighting - Thanks Jack..it was strange.

Jack - if they hurt you, tell me. I'll talk to them.

Yuu notices that he's doing his best not to look at her, and his tail is spinning like crazy. - Jack, is everything okay?

- yes, everything is fine. - Jack's cheeks turn a little red and he turns away.

Yuu is completely at a loss - but what's going on with you you've never seen feet before?!

548 notes • Posted 2021-05-28 12:33:53 GMT

#3

During the events of episode 3. When Yuu and Grimm had to spend the night in Leona's room.

Early in the morning, Ruggi tries unsuccessfully to wake Leona up. - Leona-saaaaan!!Come on, get up!!Wake up!!

Yuu is still sleepy, gently stroking Grimm in his arms, poor Grimm fell asleep after brushing his teeth and washing his face. So even Yuu decided to give him a nap for both of them.

- Hey!Yuu! Don't be a freeloader, try to wake him up while I clean the room.

Yuu is still sleepy, almost falling asleep.

- Can I wake him up any way I can?

- Whatever!

Yuu gently settles Grimm on the pillow, gently scratching him behind the ear and receiving a contented purr in response.

- He's an even bigger dormouse than the Great Grimm,- Grimm muttered grumpily, rubbing his eyes with his paws.

Yuu meanwhile gathered the sheet from all the ends and with a sharp movement took Leona into the trap of the sheet, which now looked more like a huge bag.

Ruggi looks at the scene in disbelief and quickly pulls out his phone to capture everything on video.

Yuu calmly carried Leona to their dorm pond.

Ruggi couldn't believe it.

- Come on...oh, you're not going to...

Yuu goes to the edge of the pond and throws Leona into the water along with the sheet.

- YOU DON'T KNOW FEAR AT ALL, DO YOU?!? - Ruggi shouted.

- WTF????Icy!!! What the hell?!?- In less than three seconds, Leona floats up in a wild rage and climbs onto dry land.

Yuu is still sleepy - Good morning Leona.

- I'LL GIVE YOU SUCH A GOOD MORNING THAT YOU WON'T SEE A DAY!! - Leona roared, grabbing Yuu face with one hand. A little more and Yuu would have felt his jaw crack.

- Well, you woke up and took a refreshing cold bath at the same time, what are you angry about?

Ruggi was laughing at the top of his lungs and wiping away his tears while crying with laughter

- Damn it!!you really did it!!!You're crazy!!I filmed it!!Then I'll send you the video!!!Oh, the Great Seven!!

- Will you beat me? - Yuu asked awkwardly

- I think it's better to start with.

- Ruggi said to wake you up, but he didn't say what shouldn't do that. But now you don't even yawn.

- You're either so stupid or so fearless that I don't know what to choose from, - Leona growled.

**

Malleus looks at the battered Yuu in amazement. - what is it, child of man?

- You'll laugh.. - Yuu replied awkwardly.

- I should have heard what happened first.

- I threw Leona into the pool in their dorm while he was sleeping.

Malleus freezes and his eyes widen.

- huh?please repeat.

- I was sleepy and did not think straight and threw Leona asleep in the cold water. Ruggi told me to wake him up, but I can't think straight when I'm sleepy. He was so mad that he thought he was me going to tear me to pieces..But we just slipped and fell into the water. And then he got to me because I can't swim and I almost drowned... - Yuu explained painfully and awkwardly.

Malleus bites his lip. Yuu looks at his late-night guest with a puzzled expression...trembling?Maybe he's cold?

Suddenly Malleus bursts into a loud, merry laugh.

- Oh, child!!That's the best I've heard in a while!You threw that lazy cat in the water..

- cold water - Yuu corrected.

- Exactly! Malleus laughed heartily. Yuu felt his face blush with embarrassment and shame.

- What a pity that I did not witness this scene. - Malleus added, wiping away his tears.

- Ruggi made a video, I can show you.

- You never cease to amaze me. - Malleus smiled slyly. - I'd love to see it.

***

During the VDC camp

In the evening, Vil explains the schedule to the participants.

Ace is sad to get up so early. he looks at Yuu slyly.

- Anyway, Yuu, you're not going to throw me in the bathroom to wake me up, are you?

Yuu shudders and turns sharply to look at him

- Ace I swear if you..

Vil interrupts them both - what are you talking about, potato?

Ace awkward - ah ... you didn't hear Senpai?

Yuu - wait Ace!

Ace looks at Yuu with a malicious smile, who starts to blush with shame - to wake Leona, Yuu threw him into a pool of cold water.

Vil, Rook, and Epel look dumbfounded at Yuu who wants to fall through the ground.

Vil suddenly chokes on a laugh and starts laughing merrily. - are you serious?!

The rest of the participants join him in trying to imagine this situation.

- yes..I was sleepy...and Ruggi told me to wake him up...

- What a brave act Trickster-san did! Throw the lion himself into the cold water of the pool!

Epel - I didn't know you were so strong!!To raise Leona himself!!

Yuu covers his face with his hands - please stop saying that this is some kind of feat.

Vil with curiosity-it is a pity that there are no documented materials of this scene left.

Yuu whispered softly, - Yes.

The room falls silent.

Yuu continued to speak and blushing even more - Ruggi caught it all on video..and he gave me a copy..but don't ask me to show it, or Leona will definitely send me to the other world.

Vil - he's too lazy for that. Throwing this spoiled prince into cold water, well done Prefect. But from now on, please don't act so rashly.

Yuu nods knowingly - take my word for it, I have enough adventures in my life, not enough to create new ones for myself.

577 notes • Posted 2021-05-15 11:06:31 GMT

#2

Lunch

MC dines alone because Grimm and Ace are serving their sentences, and Deuce is on duty at the botanic Gardens.

Malleus notices this and goes straight to the MC.

The entire cafeteria turns their heads in slow motion, but they continue to eat and talk, all looking at Malleus.

Malleus smiling politely - Good afternoon Yuu.

- Good afternoon. - Yuu smiles awkwardly.

Everyone stares at them.

Who among the students is whispering.

- What did MС do to Draconia?!

- He won't fry him??

- MС Fearless isn't even afraid to talk to him.

Mc looks at Malleus, puzzled.

- Did you want something?

- Yes, I wanted to ask you why you're having lunch alone today.

- My friends are either on duty at the botanic garden, or they are doing assignments because of the punishment for their behavior.

Malleus understands, and pauses for a moment.

- Would you like to have lunch with me?

The cafeteria is suddenly dead silent. Everyone is looking at MС

MС smiled sheepishly.

- Oh, with great joy!

Malleus literally beamed and looked at his human friend with great tenderness.

- Follow me and I'll show you the place.

MС picks up her tray and walks next to Malleus.

- Thank you for inviting me, I will always be happy to have your company.

Malleus stops at minita and looks at MC in surprise.

- Is that so?

- Do you mind? - Yuu looks at him worriedly

Malleus chuckles softly.

- No, I don't mind. The truth is, I don't mind your company either.

- What did you take for lunch today?

Malleus literally melts at the simple and calm tone of the Mc.

- I haven't decided yet. What can you recommend me?

MС thinking for a minute

- Hmm, they have some delicious blueberry muffins today. And the pasta with cheese and vegetables is wonderful!

The two of them go to Diasomnia table.

Everyone is literally breaking their necks looking from their seats at these two.

- MС what..hit your head?

- Why are they so calmly talking to him as if they are friends?!?

one of the students could not stand it and asked at the top of his voice - i'm so sorry................but..........WHAT.THE. F*CK?!?

580 notes • Posted 2021-05-23 11:48:30 GMT

#1

The ghost bride event.

Yuu is a girl here. I've warned you.

Yuu dodges Eliza's slap

Eliza did not expect this - Ha?!

Yuu grabs her wrist and slaps her in response. - Don't. you. dare touch. me. A spoiled child.

Eliza clearly didn't expect - how...you....how dare you....how dare you hit me?!?

Yuu coolly and harshly - What's not to like when you suddenly get hit in the face? And what about my boys whom you just hit like that?

"Slap victims" cheerfully support Yuu. One of them whistles happily.

Azul - if I wasn't paralyzed, I would have applauded her.

- Yours...your boys?!

Yuu - Deuce, Jack and Sebek are some of my best friends. And I'm not going to tolerate that some kind of ghost who can't get rid of the stereotypes of choosing a partner and beating them. My senpai may not be the best grooms in the world and masters of communicating with a girl,and not the best by your stereotypical standards, but they are unique in their own way. Vil - not bad words Prefect.

Trey whispers-Deuce...I think that after Riddle will arrange a serious conversation for all of you.

Deuce - if you are again talking about the topic that we have a bad influence on it. I didn't teach her that.

Idia - YES!!Come on, Prefect!!!Save me!!

Yuu calmly - first of all, you will apologize to the rest of the senpai!!

- w...what...What?!WAIT, WHAT?!Why should I apologize?!?

Yuu angrily - you said nasty things about them and they tried to help!!

Floyd is smiling contentedly - The shrimp is so angry. It's more fun than just lying on the floor.

Jade grinned - I dare say she has a good punch.

***

Yuu enclosing the ghosts in a circle of salt and sprinkling them with holy water from the pulvizer so that it is not touched.

- Boys..how are you?Does anything hurt?

Deuce is uncomfortable - my face hurts.

Leona, Azul and Vil. - My pride..

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Azul - Yuu-san I am infinitely glad to see you. But how did you get through all these ghosts?

Yuu looking for something in the bag - eh?I just climbed through the window. The guards always think that they will go to the door. And they didn't look at the window behind the curtains. No wonder they were all killed.

all - CLIMBED THROUGH THE WINDOW?!

606 notes • Posted 2021-06-28 13:20:09 GMT

Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review → Thank you all!!It has been a very productive year!!!

I would really like to write more, but my work takes away all my resources. This is some kind of nightmare.

Why December is always so hard for the third year. _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_

Why did I collect so many likes with Leona throwing into the water....? (・・ ) ?

Why are you doing this to Leona ahahsjgbfg ( ´ ▽ ` )?

And the first place with Elaiza...whaaaaat?ლ(¯ロ¯"ლ)

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French Class [7]

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 :/

words: ~ 3.7 k

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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?

[jinx-jade]

When A mother's & A father's world's collide Chapter 1: Dick meets Marinette

Dick couldn’t help but wonder how he got here as a fist made contact with his jaw. The punch confuses him enough for the goon to get the upper hand, slamming the young Robin into the cement. He truly thought this was the end, his only hope being Batman noticing he was missing from his bedroom. The chance of that being slim since Bruce’s girlfriend Talia was staying at the manor.

Robin closed his eyes, waiting for the final blow, only for it to never come.

Slowly, he opened his eyes, hoping that Batman had come to his rescue. Hoping that his mentor had cared enough to check on him after the fight they had.

  To his surprise, it wasn’t his mentor that stopped the final blow, it wasn’t even a vigilante or hero that he knew of.

It was a woman dressed in almost all black.

Her combat boots, tights, skirt, and leather jacket were all shades of black, while her shirt was red, the only colored bit of her outfit.

“Hey, kid, are you doing ok?” The woman asked, crouching down next to him.

Dick wasn’t able to give a response before blacking out. He wasn’t sure why, but his nerves seemed to have calmed in the woman’s presence, eliminating his adrenaline and fight or flight response.

When he came back to consciousness, he was still wearing his mask, but his uniform was changed out for a pair of sweatpants.

His chest, arms, knuckles, and face were covered in bandaging, and he seemed to be in some type of medical area.

“Glad to see you’re doing better,” the woman claimed as she walked in.

“Where am I?” Dick asks, confused.

“Secret temple, somewhere in Tibet.” the woman answered with a shrug.

“What?” Dick stared at her blankly.

“Don’t worry about it kid. All you need to know is that my name is Marinette, and this is my home. Oh! And you have a few bruised knuckles and ribs, nothing was broken though, but you should still be careful.” Marinette claimed.

“Why are you helping me?”  Robin questioned. It was strange for anyone in Gotham to help out like that unless they were a hero or a vigilante.

Marinette simply gave him a shrug before gesturing for him to follow her. Having nothing else to do but sit in bed alone, or follow the random person who was helping him, Robin chose to follow Marinette.

They ended up in what seemed like a kitchen, but a few things seemed too out of place for it to be a normal kitchen.

“Do you have any food allergies or preferences on what you want for breakfast?” Marinette asked while gesturing to a stool at what was probably the kitchen island.

“Uhh… No food allergies… Can I have pancakes?” The masked child asked in a hopeful tone as he took a seat on the stool.

“Sure! What kind do you want? I can make chocolate chips, blueberries, cinnamon sugar, strawberries, bananas, or plain vanilla.” Marinette questions as she began taking out the base ingredients for pancakes.

“Can I have Chocolate chip with lots of toppings?” He answered unsurely, causing Marinette to smile softly at him.

“Of course!” Marinette says before grabbing a pen and paper to hand the young robin. “Here. I’m sure your guardian will be worried about you, but I’m not comfortable with letting you leave while still injured if you’re just gonna go back to fighting recklessly.”

Dick took the paper, unsure what to write.

Should he tell Bruce that he was injured and a stranger had come to his rescue and also seemed to be taking care of him till he was healed? 

No.

Bruce would only care that he disobeyed the grounded order.

Did his mentor even know he was gone?

Would Bruce care that he was gone or missing?

He probably wouldn’t notice till it was pointed out to him.

Alfred might notice.

Who was he kidding it was Alfred of course he would notice.

Would staying here to heal cause problems for Alfred?

How does someone explain that they didn’t run away from home but were simply beat up badly?

Does he make it seem like he ran away?

What should…

Dick’s train of thought was interrupted when a hand softly landed on his shoulder. Not enough weight to feel trapped, but just enough weight for the young vigilante to ground himself.

“Hey,” Marinette spoke softly, her bright blue eyes having the same calming effect they had before he had passed out after the fight that had brought him here.

“There we go, just focus on my voice, sweetheart. Take a breath in.” She instructed him while moving her hand from his shoulder to his hair, lightly combing her hand through it.

“One two three four. Out, two three four. In, two three four. Out two three four.” Marinette spoke softly, at a calming pace.

“You’re doing such a great job,” Marinette says with an encouraging smile.

“I… Sorry… I didn’t… I…” Dick tried to explain his thought process but couldn’t find the words.

“Shhh. It’s ok. You have no reason to apologize. Do you want help writing the note for your guardian?” Marinette questioned.

Dick didn’t answer for a while, unsure what to say.

“You know, when I was little, I used to have the hardest time doing things for myself. I even created a happy-go-lucky persona that I would use whenever someone was around because it made them more comfortable. This persona helped to comfort others even when I felt like breaking. The people who understand this, and know the real you will have no problems with you taking a mental health day or week.” Marinette said as she moved away to continue making breakfast.

Dick took a deep breath, before beginning to write.

_____

Hi B.

Not sure when you will find this note, but leaving a note makes it so you don’t need to worry. Look I need time to breathe. I’m sure you think that your way of thinking is universal or something, but it’s not. It doesn’t even come close to how I process stuff. So I decided I’m gonna take a few days or weeks for myself to calm down. Please don’t look for me. I plan on returning to the manor but I just need space right now.

Dick Grayson

_____

During Dick’s stay with Marinette, he felt like a spoiled brat. Marinette seemed to always know what to do or say to make him comfortable. She even did gymnastics with him when she deemed his injuries healed enough to do such a physical activity.

When it came time for Dick to go home, he felt bad for not wanting to leave. This random, secret, temple, somewhere in Tibet, felt like more of a home than Wayne manor did sometimes.

Marinette wasn’t too happy about his leaving either, but gave him a necklace with a bluebird sitting on a branch. She claimed that all he had to do was ask the bluebird to bring him home. Wherever he deemed home to be, in other words, the necklace would serve as his way back and forth from the manor to the temple.

While this didn’t seem possible, Dick had already suspected Marinette of being magic, so this was just confirmation to him.

Dick gave Marinette a tight hug.

“Hey, this is only a see you later, not goodbye,” Marinette informed him with a smile.

“I know…” Dick said with a pout.

Marinette smiled at him before making the, go on, gesture.

“Oh! My name is Richard Grayson, by the way.” Dick said before disappearing after the bluebird.

Marinette only chuckled to herself at the boy’s seemingly random idea to tell her his real name.

Upon Dick’s return to the manor, to his surprise, he was greeted with a hug from Bruce and no Talia Al Ghul insight.

Dick froze at the unusual contact from his mentor.

“Uh… Hi?” Dick said quietly, a little confused. He looked to Alfred for help on what to do.

“You were gone for quite a long time, Master Richard. I do believe Master Bruce was worried when he noticed your suit was missing and none of your trackers were working.” Alfred informs him before walking off to presumably make breakfast.

“I… left a note?” Dick tells Bruce, still a bit confused.

Bruce released Dick from the hug with a sigh, unsure what to do next.

“Do you want to spar while we wait for breakfast?” Bruce asked.

“Sure!” Dick lit up with a smile. It’s been a while since he was able to spar with anyone.

[loving-all-for-loki]

You Belong Pt. 2

Loki x reader

Word count: 2098

Warnings: swearing, SMUT, unprotected sex (YOU KNOW BETTER)

A/N: I don’t know how many of you actually wanted a sequel, but one person did so I’m making it. I think some of you are realizing what kind of an author I am. I’ll pretty much do anything. This is my first time writing smut so please go easy on me 🥺 Go read part 1 if you haven’t already!

It’s been two days since you went on a date with Loki. He took you out to a nice dinner then a walk before taking you back to your apartment. It was a really nice night and had Loki come in with you, you think it would be even better, but alas he didn’t. He was a gentleman and left as soon as you got in. Sitting at your desk like usual, Loki walks in with a cup of coffee and sets it down by you with a smile.

“Good morning, darling.”

“Hi, Loki.”

Your coworkers gather in a corner and start whispering about you again, knowing they probably heard about your date with the god.

“I really enjoyed our date the other day and was wondering if you wanted to do it again sometime?”

“Yeah,, I uh… I would love that.”

Loki’s smile is so wide, it goes all across his face.

“Wonderful. I’m glad you enjoyed it. I wanted to apologize again about Rogers.”

“Loki, it isn’t your fault. He was right in a way-”

“No, remember what we talked about? You belong.”

“I’m not a hero. I’m just a receptionist.”

Loki rolls his eyes and sighs.

“You’re impossible. I have to go, but I’ll stop by later.”

He makes his way towards the elevator and to the Avenger’s floors. The whole team is sitting around the living are and laughing, having a good time. Loki walks up to them and grabs Steve by the collar and drags him down the hall. The team gets up to him but Loki quickly disappears.

“We need to talk about Y/N.” Loki says, throwing Steve on the floor of the training room.

“What about it? I already said what-”

“Exactly, you have said what you needed to and it’s stupid. If you ever yell or make her cry every again, I swear to the nine realms, I will end you.”

Steve stands there stunned as Loki disappears again, right in front of you. He scares you so bad that you fall out of your seat on the floor in which he helps you to get up from.

“Loki, what the-”

“So sorry, darling,” he laughs, “I talked to Steve and he won’t give you trouble, now for that second date.”

“It’s been five minutes how did you-”

“Doesn’t matter. Tonight at six? I’ll pick you up from your place this time?”

“I- uh yeah, I mean I guess.”

“Perfect.”

And once again, time passes so quick you don’t even notice until the knocking on the door wakes you up. You check the clock and notice the time, realizing it’s Loki, and cursing yourself under your breath. Loki knocks on your door again and the sound starts to give you anxiety. You gather yourself and answer the door to see Loki in a full black suit and slicked hair. He hides a boquet of flowers behind himself as he takes you in… dressed in sweats. “I fell asleep. I’m so sorry.”

Loki laughs and steps inside the apartment.

“It’s okay, darling. We can stay in if you want.”

“Are you sure because based on your appearance, it looks like you had something planned.”

“Darling, any time spent with you makes me happy. Do not fret. I did get these for you on the way here.”

He hands you the bouquet of white lilies.

“I love them, thank you.”

“They reminded me of you. Cute, small, pretty.”

You can feel the heat in your cheeks and you’re aware that he can probably see your blush.

“What do you want to eat? I can cook something.”

“No please don’t. Let me order something at least, to make up for the dinner.” He gives you a kind smile before the two of you relax on the couch together and order food. You settle on watching some movies together as you down a whole lot of Chinese food.

“This is amazing,” Loki chuckles, “This is still from Midgard?”

“Yes, it is,” you laugh, “It’s from China, it’s a different country.”

“Like New York?”

“No, no. New York is a state inside of America, which is a country.”

“I understand. Well, they make great food.”

“You and a million midgardians agree.”

He smiles and sets his food down, putting his arm around your waist on the couch. You snuggle into him, leaning your head into the crook of his neck. It’s hard to focus on the movie when Loki is so close to you and smells so good. You can feel your hands getting sweaty and your body getting hot. Loki’s eyes don’t even leave the T.V, oblivious to how he’s affecting you.

“Are you okay?” He looks down at you to see you squirming a little, trying to get more comfortable.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you say out of breath.

He gives you a side eye with furrowed eyebrows, not believing you, but returning his attention to the TV. You can feel your heart racing and pounding inside of you, not allowing you to relax. Loki’s fingers play with the hem of your sweatpants which doesn’t help the butterflied in your stomach. You didn’t feel like this last night when you had dinner, thinking that the table being between you two helped with keeping the feeling at bay. With him this close to you now, you can’t calm down.

“Seriously, darling. You look flushed.”

Loki has adjusted himself to look at you a little better. There’s concern on his face.

“I’m just a bit warm.”

“Oh? We can turn the AC up for you.”

“No, it’s fine, really.”

You’re too nervous to say anything about your butterflies. Loki keeps staring at you which makes you even more uncomfortable. As you turn to look at him again, you see a small smirk on his face.

“Yes?” You ask.

“I don’t know why, but seeing you this flustered is cute.”

Loki lifts your chin and locks lips with you. His lips are so soft and tender as he kisses you. You’re stunned at first but you slowly lean into the kiss, setting your hand on his chest as he places his on your jaw, holding your head close to him. It must be five minutes before you stop, taking a moment to take a breath. You two look in each other's eyes before Loki grabs your waist and pulls you into his lap.

His hands wander as you begin to make out again. You run your hands through his hair and he holds you tight, moving your waist to rub against his crotch. His grip on your ass sends shivers down your spine, making you squirm on Loki more. Loki pulls back to moan before picking you up.

Loki lays you down on the couch and hovers over you, still kissing you deeply. He keeps one hand by your head as his other wanders your body. Your body leans into his hand as he squeezes your breast. His touch is magnetic, you don’t want it to leave you. Then he wanders lower, his touch barely laying on your clit. You whine, wanting him to touch you but he looks at you with a devilish smirk.

“Use your words, baby girl. What do you want?”

“T-touch me, Loki.”

“Good enough for now, but so you know, it’s my King now.”

“Yes, my King.”

Loki rubs your clit through your pants and watches as your face curls. He looks at you in pride, loving the way he can make you melt. Kissing the side of your neck, he leaves hickeys all the way down before putting his hand down your pants, covering your bare folds. You whimper, making Loki chuckle.

“My sweet girl. So needy. Loki starts to take off his suit, removing his hand from you and making you whine. You try to take off your shirt as he does but have trouble, so Loki assists you. He admires your body as he removes the piece of fabric, his mouth watering every second.

“Such a beautiful creature.”

Loki latches his mouth on your nipple, lightly biting and sucking as he works on your pants. You let out a moan as he bites you, the feeling being unremarkable. Then a sudden tingle sparks on your mound. It’s warm and soft on you, massaging your clit slowly. You look at Loki to see him smirking, realizing it’s his magic.

He lets go off your breast and yanks your sweatpants down to your ankles, leaving his head shadowing over your folds. He licks a stripe over you, making you drop your head back in pleasure, moaning as he keeps going. You grab his raven locks as he clings onto your clit sucking and nibbling. He smiles against you at the sound of you moaning his name over and over again.

Loki adds a finger into you without stopping his magic. You get overwhelmed and start sweating from the pressure building inside of you. He goes faster without giving you any kind of break, urging you into an orgasm. The feeling in your stomach tightens until you hit your limit, letting go and cuming on his mouth.

“Such a dirty girl,” he coos, moving back over you, “You act all shy, but really you’re just a little whore.”

“Im.. your whore, my King.”

“Mhmm, I like the sound of that.”

Loki dips his head to kiss you again, nipping on your bottom lip, as he takes off his pants. You admire his body as he leans up. He’s so nicely toned, his abs on full display. The veins in his arms are popping out as he grips your hips, pulling you into him more. Your eyes wander down to his hands taking his large cock out of his underwear. His large member springs out, impressing you with the size. Loki chuckles at your face filled with worry.

“Don’t worry, darling. It won’t hurt.”

He leans down to kiss you again, holding your body to his as he guides his member into you. Going slowly, you feel yourself stretch around him as he moves. You gasp at the pressure filling you deeply. You sink your nails into his bare back, encouraging him to go faster.

Loki speeds up with thrusting into you. Every inch of him is heaven. Even the way he breathes and grunts into your ear sounds like angels singing. He whispers dirty comments are he thrusts hard, building more pressure inside of you.

“Come on, my dirty girl. You take my cock so well.”

You feel yourself get more wet with each word, dripping as he slides in and out of you. The coil in your stomach begins to be too much.

“You’re so close, baby. I want you to cum all over my godly cock.”

His words send you over the edge as you let go around him. You scratch down his back, leaving marks and small trails down his skin. He groans at the feeling, going faster. There’s no relief as you let go because you feel the tightness in your stomach return immediately. Loki doesn’t slow down but in fact flips you over and grabs your wrists, pining them together.

He slides in to you and pulls your wrists back. Loki pounds into you relentlessly, one hand holding you together and one pulling your waist back every time he slams back into you. You scream at the pressure and pain as he thrusts mercilessly and slaps your ass. Loki smiles at the sound and feels you losing your control over him, loving every sound out of your mouth.

“One more, little girl. Give me one more.”

You feel Loki’s thrusts becoming more sloppy, signaling his closeness. He becomes ruthless, exchanging his speed for roughness, going hard and slow. He reaches around your waist and rubs your clit, forcing you to drop on your stomach, your head smashed into the couch cushions. It becomes unbearable as you cum around him for the third time, your body covered in sweat and you out of breath. At the feeling of you clenching around him, Loki lets go and cums inside you, thrusting one last hard time. His grip on your waist leaves bruises.

Pulling out, Loki leans back to catch his breath, admiring you lying in a mess on the couch in front of him. You’re panting heavily with your eyes clenched shut. He smiles at his work. You turn around onto your back, looking up at the flushed god. He leans down to kiss you gently, smiling against your lips.

“I’m glad you slept in,” he chuckles.

[josjournal]

This is Peter (Full Moon Ficlet #486 - Snake)

Written for @fullmoonficlet

Derek relaxed on the couch, his book lying open on his chest, while a no-longer kitten licked at his hair. He swore Tonia Talia was the reincarnation of his mother with all the time she spent grooming him. Claw-dia wasn’t much better where she was attempting to make biscuits on the hem of his sweatpants while balancing on his crossed legs on the couch’s arm.

He tried to sit up, but JD and Veronica objected loudly from where they were curled together between Derek’s side and the couch’s back. Giving up, he sank deeper into the cushions, debating a nap. Running his fingers through JD's fur, he murmured, “Where are your brothers?”

It was a rhetorical question. Bastian would be sitting on the windowsill in the mudroom watching Sir Cinnabunbun on the back porch in his hutch. The smallest and mightiest of the cats, Noah, would be upstairs batting at Jackson’s aquarium. The bond between the lizard and cat was strange yet endlessly entertaining.

Never when he was growing up did he imagine having a houseful of animals, but he wouldn’t deny Stiles anything. Derek was just relieved that it had been a few months since their last acquisition, and he thought it might be the end. As his eyes traced the far end of the room, he considered getting a fish tank wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe he would mention it to Stiles when he got home from wherever he’d disappeared earlier that day. The purring and warmth of the cats sent Derek drifting off to sleep with thoughts of a colorful fish swimming among neon-colored plants.

The sound of the front door slamming open and Stiles shouting, “A little help here!” jerked Derek out of his sleep. He must have been sleeping more deeply than he thought since he’d missed the sound of the Jeep pulling up in front of the house. Rolling off the couch, he apologized to the cats as they flew through the air, landing on their feet and ducking under the nearest furniture.

Hurrying to the door, he managed to grab the large box that Stiles was carrying before he dropped it. Once Derek had it in his arms, Stiles disappeared again. Shaking his head, Derek looked at what he was holding, a brand new fifty-five-gallon aquarium. Smiling, Derek headed towards the living room and the spot he’d imagined putting the fish tank.

“Derek?” A few minutes later, Stiles called when Derek had gotten the tank out of the box and set it up on the table he’d brought up from his workshop in the basement. It probably needed a coat of paint, but he would worry about that later.

“In here,” Derek called absent-mindedly as he reached into the tank to pull out Noah, who had come down to investigate. He imagined the aquarium reminded him of Jackson’s home.

“You want to set him up in here?” Stiles asked, holding a large bag over his shoulder and two boxes under his other arm. Derek did not miss that both boxes had holes poked in them. 

“Him? You only bought one?” Derek looked at the tank, imagining it would be lonely for one fish to swim around in it. It’s going to take a while to fill it. Maybe I can run the hose.

“What? He only needs a small bowl. Would you really want more than one? I thought it would take a little more convincing even for him,” Stiles said, setting down the bag that Derek noticed had a box with the same type of heat lamp they used for Jackson.

Derek’s heart sank as the realization that the aquarium was probably going to be more of a terrarium with something significant and reptile living inside of it. He had a small moment of thought that maybe it would just be a giant turtle, but the way Stiles watched him made Derek think otherwise. “Stiles, what is in the box?”

“What do you think is in the box?” Stiles asked, and Derek could already smell magic on him.

“Don’t even think about it. Just show me what is in the box.”

“Which box?” Derek let out a long slow breath, fighting the urge to flash his eyes at Stiles because it wouldn’t work and because he didn’t want to give Stiles the upper hand. “Fine.” Stiles set both boxes down on the table next to the aquarium, moving the smaller to the side before opening the slightly larger box. “You sure?”

“Stiles.”

Moving slowly, Stiles reached into the box, keeping his back to Derek for a minute before turning around with a small snake in his hands. “It’s a Children’s Python,” Stiles said before Derek could say anything. “I already have the perfect name for him!”

Derek narrowed his eyes. “You’re not calling him Snape.” Stiles gasped and shook his head vehemently. “Or Draco.” Stiles gave another shake of his head, and his eyes were glittering with malicious mischief he usually only revealed around one person. “You are not naming him Peter!”

“See! It’s perfect!” Stiles said, raising the snake's face to eye level and baby-talking to it. “Isn’t it? Aren’t you just the cutest little Pete…er….” Derek raised his eyebrows in triumph, knowing he’d won on the name thing at least. “Fine, we’ll call him Sir Hiss. He and Sir Cinnabunbun will be best friends.”

“No, I think Sir Cinnabunbun will be dinner. Why can’t we call him Genghis or something?” Derek had yet to name one of the animals, so he didn’t think he would win, but Stiles gave a thoughtful face before nodding and putting Genghis into the aquarium.

“Okay, but I get to name what’s in the other box,” Stiles said, his lips twisting with maliciousness again as he opened the flaps on the box and reached inside to pull out a large white mouse. 

“Shouldn’t you just call him Snack?” Derek asked.

Stiles shook his head. “Oh no. This…this is Peter,” Stiles said as he set the mouse inside the aquarium with Genghis and gave it a little wave before turning his attention to the bag and the heat lamp. Derek didn’t want to watch his uncle’s namesake get swallowed, so he picked up Noah, who had tried to hop into the tank, and left the room.

Cross-posted to AO3

[bobohu4eva]

Pink Lace - Final (M)

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader (feat. EXO members)

Genre: College AU, stripper AU, fluff, smut, slow burn

Summary: Baekhyun, a philosophy professor with mysterious wealth, got himself completely fucked over a girl who can’t let him into her life.

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: sex work, mentions of sexual assault, adult themes/situations, smut

Tag list: @smolbeanmika @leave-me-in-the-summertime @totallynerdstuff @bbhmystar @nana-banana @kimyhappy @thegreatandi @geniusloey @deligxt @baekswifey @bbhyun506 @lovebuginlove @bellamendoza @baekyeonoreo @bobohumyonlyboo @wooya1224 @strawbaeri-s @xiuweetbbh

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When you woke up it was still dark. You looked over at the clock, which read 4:42am. Of course you would wake up in the middle of the night, you fell asleep around 7 already after your activities with Baekhyun, who still had an arm slung around you. You tried to fall back asleep, but it felt too warm and you had already slept for a while. Oh well. 

You attempted to remove Baekhyun's arm from your waist gently without waking him, but as soon as you were lifting the limb off of yourself he was groaning, and instead wrapped another arm around you, pulling your back flush to his chest. You were learning he could be very stubborn. 

“Baekhyun,” you whispered, “It’s too hot.” 

He sleepily mumbled something incoherent and kept his arms locked around you, at which point you knew you’d have to take matters into your own hands, so you pinched his arm. 

“Ow! What was that for?” He whined as he withdrew his arms, massaging the spot you had dug your fingers into. 

“You’re smothering me, you’re too warm.” 

Quickly Baekhyun jumped out of bed and walked across the room to flip a switch and you felt the fan above you kick on. He jumped right back into bed, and wrapped his arms back around you. 

You rolled your eyes at him but eventually cuddled back up to him as well. “You’re se needy.” 

“Hmm you like it though.” His voice was rough and low in your ear, and he turned you around to face him. 

With only a bit of moonlight peeking through the curtains it was difficult to make out his face, but eventually your eyes adjusted enough to see him looking back at you. You could see a lazy smile on his lips and his eyes looked heavy, he looked cute like this. 

“Can’t sleep? I was surprised you fell asleep so early.” 

“You wore me out.” You pouted in defense.

He grinned, of course he knew why you’d passes out so fast, but it was still amusing to him to tease you about it. “I know baby, I was tired too.” 

You turned back around to get comfortable again, and felt Baekhyun’s hands snake around your body until they were crossed over your chest, one boob in each hand. 

“Um, Baekhyun?” 

“What?” He mumbled softly in your ear. “They’re soft and warm and perfectly hand-sized. Feels nice.” 

You let out a sigh but didn’t move his hands away, to which he let out a pleased hum. Though you’d found it strange at first you slowly grew to like the feeling. It felt more comforting than sexual, and combined with the slow rise and fall of his chest against your back you were slowly drifting off again.

A few hours later Baekhyun was the one waking you up, as rays of sunlight started to peek through the blinds.

“Good morning sunshine.” You opened your eyes to see his face hovering above your own looking down at you expectantly. 

Much to his disappointment you groaned and turned around to bury your head back in the pillow. 

“Come on y/n we’ve been in bed for 12 hours, time to get up.” 

Before you could object he was scooping your naked self up from the mattress and placing you back down at the edge of the bed with him. 

“You’re so mean.” You whined as you rubbed your eyes and looked around. Baekhyun disappeared into his closet, returning with a pair of sweatpants on and one of his white button downs for you to wear, tossing it onto the bed next to you. 

He watched as you put it on and stood up. It fit you more like a dress, hitting you mid-thigh. Baekhyun could barely contain his excitement seeing you in his clothes, and immediately had to come shower your face with kisses as he told you how pretty you looked. You couldn’t help but admire the bare skin of his toned torso as well. 

Eventually the two of you made your way into his kitchen for something to eat and you finally got to take a good look at the rest of his home, and the more you looked around, the more you fell in love with the place. Although it wasn’t a particularly large space, it was filled with beautiful things that made it feel grown up and expensive. His walls were covered in unique art and all of his furniture went together perfectly. It was a massive step up from the bare one bedroom apartments with a mattress on the floor you usually got when going out with guys your age. 

You looked through Baekhyun’s pantry and offered to make pancakes for the both of you, to which he gladly agreed. 

You’d expected him to just sit and wait while you prepared the food but he insisted on staying in the kitchen and ‘helping’, which really just meant making excuses to touch you any time he could. 

It was when he grabbed your ass mid pancake-flip, causing you to nearly launch the slab of dough across the kitchen, that you turned around and placed a playful slap on his shoulder. “You really are acting like a horny teenager!”

Instead of arguing he simply wrapped his arms around your waist as you kept cooking, head resting atop of yours. “Mmmh only for you babe.” 

It went on like that until the pancakes were done, only occasionally he would slip a hand up under your (his) shirt to squeeze a boob as well.

Baekhyun couldn’t help himself, now that he’d had you and he knew he could touch you all he wanted he couldn’t keep his hands off you. Your soft skin beneath his palms just felt so good, he couldn’t get enough. 

“Baekhyun, you have to let go of me so we can eat.” You teased as he held on to you even as you grabbed both plates to bring them to the dining room. He let out a sound of displeasure but took his hands off of you and took his plate of food. 

Despite your teasing, you were growing more and more fond of this Baekhyun. His messy hair, the lazy look on his face, how cuddly he was acting, it felt so sweet and relaxed and comfortable with him like this. You couldn’t help thinking this was something you could get used to.

“This place is really nice.” You commented as you started to cut into your pile of pancakes. 

“You like it? You’re welcome here anytime.” 

You smiled at the idea of staying there more often, not only was it a beautiful home but being able to spend time with him like this felt too good to pass up. 

“Sorry for making you miss work by the way, Mia told me you wouldn’t mind.” 

“Yeah it’s alright, I’m still doing ok right now anyway and I can just go back next weekend.” 

You noticed his face shift to something different and he swallowed, no longer smiling. He was worried you would say something like that. “Do you remember what I asked you at the club the weekend before the semester started?” He was looking down at the table now. He looked scared. 

“What do you mean?” 

He was scared. The idea of you going back to work bothered him, a lot, he couldn’t deny it, but he knew you wouldn’t take kindly to him telling you not to go. What had happened two weeks earlier was still fresh in his mind and the thought of you being around men like that again made him feel sick. He felt like he had to at least bring it up. 

“I don’t want this to sound rushed, but I really like you a lot, and I, um... You don’t have to go back. If you don’t want to, that is, I can take care of things.”

“Baekhyun...” 

“I really meant it when I said I could take care of you, if that’s what you want, I just can’t stand the though of something bad happening to you there again.” His voice got smaller and smaller as he spoke, until it was barely a whisper. 

You paused for a while to think before speaking again. “Do you not want me to go back?” 

You had been wondering if this was coming, but you didn’t expect it so soon, and as much as you did like Baekhyun, becoming completely dependent on him still scared you. 

Your eyes met from across the table and you could see how anxious he was as he slowly shook his head in response. “We don’t need to go there to see each other anymore, and the idea of you being alone there isn’t something I like to think about. I know I can’t tell you what to do, but please, if you do, be careful.” 

“So, what exactly are you thinking then?” 

“You could stop working and I could help financially whenever you want, and you would be my girlfriend.” 

Admittedly you did feel your heart flutter at the word girlfriend but you were still bothered by his offer to keep giving you money. 

“Wouldn’t you basically be my sugar daddy then?” 

His face turned into a deep frown. “I’m not just paying you to have sex with me, you know you mean more to me than that.” The look of genuine hurt on his face quickly had you regretting your words. You felt like you had just kicked a puppy. In the back of your mind though, you still didn’t want him to give you money, even if he expected nothing in return. 

“I know, I’m sorry, I just don’t want to take more of your money. I don’t want you to feel like you have to pay to be with me.”

He took both of your hands from across the table and held them in his own, his eyes looking into yours intently. “The whole reason I don’t mind spending spending money on you is because I know you don’t expect me to. I know you’re not here for that, which makes me want to spoil you even more.”

“I’m just scared that if something happens and you decide you don’t want me anymore I won’t be able to repay you.” The words came out of you in what was hardly even a whisper. You knew the words would hurt him, that he wouldn’t like hearing your doubts after having just had such a magical time together. It felt like you were about to ruin everything if you weren’t careful with your words, but you had to be honest about your concerns. 

“You don’t honestly think I would ever ask you to pay me back...” The way his expression tuned sadder and more desperate with every word you spoke killed your appetite and had your heart feeling like it was stuck in your throat. He squeezed your hands to make you look back up at him before continuing. “I haven’t felt the way I feel about you in a very long time, I didn’t think it was possible for me to be this into someone at all anymore. Please believe me when I say I’m not going to disappear. Even if I lose my job because of this, I’ll stay by your side until you decide you don’t want me in your life anymore. I haven’t wanted anything this badly in years, y/n, please I, I-.”

He cut himself off before he could get it out. As much as he wanted to say it, he knew now wasn’t the right time. 

The way he was staring back at you, still tightly gripping your hands was enough to make you feel like you were about to cry from pure guilt. Seeing him look at you like this was heartbreaking. The idea of being his was everything you could ever ask for, to get to be with him the way you had been the last 16 hours and to get to enjoy his company and his touches whenever you wanted. It felt like a dream. You did want it, to be with him like this, and although it scared you to put so much trust in him so quickly, it was impossible for you to look him in the eyes and deny it to him when you knew he was being truthful. 

“Okay.” It came out so quietly you first thought he didn’t hear you, but his face told you that he did. “I won’t go back.”

His face lit up immediately and he grinned back at you widely. “I promise you won’t regret it. I’ll do everything I can to make you the happiest girl alive.” 

“But Baekhyun-” You paused when you saw his smile quickly fade. “Only what I need. I don’t want you to give me anything more, or I’ll feel guilty.” 

“What about gifts? If I see something I think you would like could I give it to you as a present?” 

You rolled your eyes, “I guess, as long it’s nothing too crazy.”

Both of you paused, and he swallowed. “Can I ask why you’re having such a hard time trusting me? You know I’ve never lied to you.”

It was true. You really had no reason not to trust him with how open and honest he was. Never once did any of his words or actions towards you feel disingenuous.  

You sighed. It wasn’t something you liked to think back on. “The last time I had a real boyfriend was over a year ago. He seemed so charming and kind and perfect. I let him in too quickly and was head over heels in love when about 6 months in I found out he’d been going to parties and sleeping with other people the entire time.” 

“And the two of you were exclusive?” You could only nod. It felt shameful. The fact that you’d been so easily strung along by the man when he was obviously just a charming fuckboy at the end of the day. “What an asshole.” 

You shrugged. “It is what it is I guess.” 

“He was an idiot to not see what I see in you. Any man should be thrilled to have someone as wonderful and as beautiful as you. He’s missing out.” Heat spread through your cheeks and a smile forced its way onto your lips despite you trying to fight it. “I can’t say I’m upset it didn’t work out, because now I get to have you here, but you also just deserve so much better than that. I promise you you’re the only one that I want. I would never do anything to hurt you.”

Eventually you let the warmth of his sweet words win you over and you stopped holding back your grin. “I know.” 

The smile returned to his face and he stood up and rounded the dining room table to pull you up as well, and into a kiss. This was the sweetest, most romantic one yet, as he cupped your face and let his lips melt into yours. 

“So... does this mean you’re my boyfriend now? You asked as you pulled away and rested your forehead against his. 

“If you want me to be, then yes.” 

You quickly nodded and before you knew it you were being swept off your feet as he picked you up bridal style and carried you to the couch in the living room. He laid you down and found his place back on top of you, kissing every inch of your face as you giggled and gently pushed at his chest. 

He leaned back to look down at you in his shirt, hair disheveled, with a pink tint to your cheeks. “I can’t believe after all this time, you’re really mine now.” 

With a surge of blind confidence you sat up and positioned yourself on his lap, straddling him. You looked into his surprised eyes before cupping his face and bringing it to yours, as if to confirm his statement. 

“All yours.” You whispered after placing a soft kiss to his lips. 

He shuddered beneath you and you felt his arms wrap around you and pull your chest flush to his. “I’ve dreamt of you saying those words to me so many times, you have no idea.” 

You were becoming more and more aware of your lack of underwear as Baekhyun shifted you over his lap again, and this time you felt his hardness against you with the only thing separating you being the fabric of his sweats. 

You inhaled sharply at the sudden feeling, before teasing him, “Is emotional intimacy turning you on?” 

“Everything turns me on when it’s you.” He smiled back at you lazily before bringing his hands up to the collar of your (his) shirt and beginning to unbutton it. “As much as I love my clothes on you I think you look even more beautiful wearing nothing at all.” 

He was really, truly, obsessed with your body. In the best kind of way. You were like a piece of precious art to him. The pink tint that moved across your chest, the curves, the softness, the way your skin felt beneath his hands was just perfect. He needed to feel and to memorize every inch of you. 

“Can I fuck you, princess?” 

“Since you asked so nicely.” You giggled, making fun of his words from the night prior. 

He returned a dopey, blissed-out smile and his hands kept working on the buttons until he was taking it off of you completely, once again leaving you naked. His eyes scanned your body as one hand slowly made its way from your neck, down to your breasts, along the side of your waist and then finally between your legs.

“You make fun of me for being hard when you’re this wet?”

You let out a small yelp as two of his slender fingers entered you, curling against just the right spot that would have you losing your mind. 

“Thought you said you wanted to fuck me.” You taunted impatiently, slipping a hand down to pull him out of his sweats.  

As you wrapped you hand around him you felt his breath get stuck in his throat and the movement of his fingers inside you came to a halt before they left you completely. 

“If you want it so bad then go ahead.” 

He was right, there was nothing stopping you, so you lined him up with your entrance and sank down until he was fully inside you, hitting even deeper than before. His head hit the back of the couch and you couldn’t help but admire his parted lips and the slight knit in his eyebrows at the feel of you wrapped around him. 

“So tight and wet, so perfect, like you were made for me.” 

He soon had his hands on your ass and guided your motions, rolling your body against his. With every push of your hips against his own you let out small whimpers which grew louder and louder as he started to pick up the pace, bouncing you on top of him as he thrusted up into you.  

When he leaned forward to take a nipple between his lips you knew you were done for, and seconds later you were shuddering around him as the tension in your body was released causing you to cry out his name, and you were grateful that he lived alone. 

His movements didn’t stop even once your high wore off, and you found yourself grasping onto him tighter than before as oversensitivity took over. It felt like too much but you could tell by the way he was shaking beneath you and the movement of his hips was becoming inconsistent that he was close. 

Just before he stilled inside you he brought his lips to yours for a messy, heated kiss before releasing inside of you as he groaned into your mouth. His hands were gripping your hips so tightly, holding you so firmly against his that you knew it would bruise, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care when you felt this good.

Once both of you stopped shaking and your breathing evened out you rested your head on Baekhyun’s shoulder and let your hands rest on the smooth, warm skin of his bare chest. His hands moved from your ass up to wrap around your back, holding you against him. You felt him softening inside you but you couldn’t bring yourself to get up, feeling too weak and warm and cozy on his lap to want to move at all. 

“You feel like heaven. We should stay like this all day.” He hummed blissfully into your neck. 

You chucked at his words but didn’t move either. “Baekhyun?” 

“Yes darling?”

“Do you love me?” 

The words left your mouth before you could think about it too hard. You just felt it. It felt the love in his words and actions towards you. You needed to know. 

He didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

You sat up to look him in the eyes. “You love me?”

“I love you, y/n. Do you love me?” 

“I’m learning to very quickly.”

“I’ve been told I’m a very good teacher.” He grinned. 

When you brought your lips back down to his you felt it. The feeling bubbling deep inside of you. It wasn’t quite there yet, but you knew you would get there soon. It was only a matter of time until you were just as head over heels for him as he was for you. You were falling fast. 

As the two of you spent the rest of the day wrapped around, pressed against, and cuddled up to one another, you knew that this was exactly where you were supposed to be. 

He was your person, and you were his, and you couldn’t wait to take on so much more together for years to come. 

~The End~

Epilogue

A/N: AHHH it’s over, I finished my first ever fic. I really never thought more than like 10 people would read it so I’m seriously so grateful for all the positive feedback, it’s so much more than I ever expected. I can’t wait to start the next one! 

[awritingtree]

Never Enough (4/7)

Sirius Black x daughter!reader

Summary: In the previous chapter, Y/N Black saved her father from death. What is the aftermath of the Department of Mysteries?

Words: 3.3k

Warnings: mentions of injury, mentions of violence, hospital, medical stuff, mentions of death, sadness, self-deprecation thoughts

A/N: You have @heloisedaphnebrightmore​ to thank. She’s the reason I decided not to end the series here 😂 But I am so excited for all of you to read this. GAH

Also if you want, LISTEN TO THIS SONG as you read on repeat. I swear it makes it so much better. I think of the song as Sirius’ POV. Start it at the point where I've put **

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ofCZObsnOo

Series Masterlist

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It had been two weeks since Harry Potter and his friends had broken into the Ministry of Magic. Two weeks since the Battle of the Department of Mysteries. Two weeks since all twelve Death Eaters, except Bellatrix Lestrange, were captured and sent to Azkaban. Two weeks since the Ministry witnessed the return of Lord Voldemort. Two weeks since Umbridge was removed from Hogwarts and Dumbledore was reinstated as Headmaster. Two weeks during which Cornelius Fudge started to face backlash, ultimately stepping back as Minister of Magic. One week since it was decided that Sirius Black would be given a fair and just retrial for his ‘crimes’.

It had been two weeks since Y/N Black was admitted to St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Two weeks since Y/N Black had saved her father, Sirius Black, from death.

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“What are you doing here!?” Ted Tonks glowered.

Sirius glanced away from Y/N, seeming to just realize that there were other people in the room.

“I’m here to see my daughter, Ted,” he spoke, confused at the hostile manner he was addressed in.

“Really? One could have never known,” Ted scoffed back.

Sirius’ eyebrows furrowed in irritation. He didn’t understand why Ted had such a problem with him visiting his own daughter, his own blood.

Andromeda placed a hand on her husband’s shoulder, “Calm down, dear.”

“Calm down, Andromeda!? I will not calm down! This man is the reason our baby girl has been hurting these past few years. He’s the reason she questions her worth as a human being. He’s the reason she cried all summer. He’s the reason she’s here in the first place!”

Sirius snapped, “Your baby girl? She’s my daughter!”

“Of course that’s all you’d get out of this. I ought to-”

“What is going on!?” Molly shrieked at the scene in front of her. Sirius and Ted were almost at each other’s throats, wands out ready to throw curses.

“Come on, let’s get you some fresh air,” Andromeda softly said as she dragged Ted away, but not before throwing a nasty look towards her cousin.

Sirius continued to glare in their direction until they disappeared.

“Can you believe them? Just because they’ve taken care of Y/N when I went to Azkaban doesn’t mean she miraculously becomes their daughter,” he huffed.

Tonks looked at Sirius disapprovingly, “She might as well be.”

Sirius watched Tonks storm out, turning around to see Remus, Molly and Arthur looking at him disapprovingly.

“They’ve taken care of her since she was a baby as one of their own. They’ve watched her grow up. Instead of feeling jealous, you should be grateful to them. If it wasn’t for Andromeda and Ted, she would’ve surely been sent to live with the Malfoys.”

Sirius grimaced at the thought of his daughter being raised by such vile people. He sighed before settling down on the chair next to Y/N’s bed. He gingerly grabbed her hand to hold in between both of his.

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Y/N laid in the bed, bandages wrapped around her head and various parts of her body. The bruises inflicted due to the Cruciatus Curse were visible, exposed for all to see. Her body twitched occasionally, an aftermath of the curse and head trauma. The Healers didn’t know if this twitch would become permanent or if it was a temporary thing; only time would tell.

“She hit her head pretty hard. Twice from what we've been told. That doesn’t include the hits she took to her head and other parts of her body from the stone surroundings when she was being tortured by the Cruciatus Curse. There was some internal bleeding that we’ve managed to fix. But all of that blunt trauma damaged her brain.”

“The twitches… will they…?”

“We don’t know the full extent of her injuries. There is only so much we can tell while she is unconscious. We can think about doing anything further only after she is no longer unconscious. We’ve done all we can for now.”

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Ted and Andromeda walked in to see Sirius sitting next to Y/N’s bed. They paused in front of the bed as he looked up. All three of them stared at each other tensely before Andromeda and Ted moved to sit on the other side of the bed. Sirius watched Andromeda run a hand through Y/N’s black hair, as a mother would. He watched as she untangled her hair and proceeded to braid it to her side, with tears brimming her eyes. The sight of Y/N - the girl who she always felt was her daughter - bandaged, bruised and twitching seemed to start the waterworks. She sobbed into Ted’s chest as he collected his wife in his hands. He held her tightly to himself, trying to keep himself together for her sake. He couldn’t break down now, he needed to be brave for her. He needed to be brave for Y/N.

Sirius watched his cousin being led away by her husband. It was only when they were no longer in sight did he allow his own tears to flow.

**Sirius didn’t regret anything in life, but this was one of those rare moments when he did. His biggest regret was the way he treated his own daughter.

Sirius sat there well into the night, guilt-ridden. It was his fault for her being here at St. Mungo’s. It was his fault for being such a bad father. It was his fault that his daughter had grown up with his cousin, had a parental relationship with someone who wasn’t him. It was his fault for not escaping earlier, or not going to look for her after. His fault for not trying to build a relationship with her once he escaped.

Truth be told he was scared; scared that he’d end up being like his father, scared that she would end up like his family. It was not justified; he knew it wasn’t. It shouldn't have mattered to him that she was a Slytherin, he shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. He didn’t know her; he didn’t even try to get to know her. Sirius knew what he did was wrong. If Lily was alive, she surely would’ve beaten some sense into him. He could just imagine his brother and sister-in-law chastising him for his decisions. Sirius had made too many mistakes; mistakes he was now paying dearly for. He let his own fears and assumptions be his and Y/N’s downfall. Now, she couldn’t even bear to live in the same house with him. He had royally screwed up and he knew it.

Sirius wished he could unsay all that he had spoken. She was his daughter and even though they had some bad blood between them, he hoped she would give him another chance. He hoped she would give him a one-in-a-million chance because he wanted to build their relationship back up again. He wanted a chance to get to know his daughter, and for her to get to know him. The probability of any of it happening was extremely low but he would take those odds.

Sirius wanted a chance to right his wrongs, show how sorry he was. But he couldn’t because she was here, unconscious and gravely injured at St. Mungo’s, because of him.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me,” Sirius sobbed over and over again to an unconscious Y/N through the night until he fell asleep from exhaustion.

“I swear I’ll be better.”

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Three weeks after the battle, Remus walked over to Y/N’s bed at St. Mungo’s. Sirius was sleeping on a chair next to Y/N’s bed, his head resting on her bed. Her hand had found its way into his hair, holding onto it lightly in a fist. Remus was instantly taken back to a fond memory when she was no older than one and half years old.

Remus walked into the apartment of Sirius Black. He carefully made his way through the corridor, to the living room. As he got closer, the sound of adorable babbles filled his ears. Baby toys littered the floor, a miniature toy broom, stuffed toys, dolls, and many other things. But Remus took no notice of the mess as he could only pay attention to the most heartwarming sight he’d ever seen in his entire life.

There was baby Y/N sitting on the sofa in a blush-coloured onesie. Her bright grey eyes were shining with happiness, a familiar twinkle of mischief already visible. Near her tiny legs, that were kicking in a small jagged motion, was Sirius laying on the sofa. He was facing the ceiling, his legs draped over the arm of the sofa. He was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a plain old white t-shirt stained with food; no doubt from Y/N being picky and not eating her food. One of Y/N’s tiny hands was bunched up in Sirius’ shoulder-length black curly hair whilst the other petted his head as best as a one-year-old could. Sirius lay with his eyes shut. The affectionate smile on his face giving away that he was indeed listening to the nonsensical babbling of his daughter.

The sight of you both right now reminded him of the good old days. Remus dearly missed those days, when things seemed much simpler and happier - when James and Lily were alive.

“He’s been here since yesterday, refuses to leave her alone for even a moment. Dad tried kicking him out again, but he wouldn't budge.”

Remus turned around to look at Tonks.

“He has always cared for her greatly.”

“He’s never done a good job of showing it though has he? But now that she’s here, injured,” she said, bitterly.

Remus remained silent, pursing his lips together. He didn’t have any argument to defend his best friend. He couldn’t even deny what she had said, they had every reason to resent him and his actions.

Remus stepped up to the bed to shake Sirius awake.

“Padfoot. Wake up. It’s morning, we have to go. We can’t be late.”

Sirius woke up groaning. He carefully removed Y/N’s clutch on his hair before sitting up and rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms.

“What time is it?” he asked groggily.

“Your trail starts in an hour. You need to leave now if you want to shower and change into something else to look more presentable.”

“Right, of course,” Sirius said. He got up and leaned over Y/N, brushing a stray strand of her hair out of her face.

“I’ll be right back, my baby girl. I love you,” he whispered, a loving look on his face. Though, his eyes were swimming with regret at the sight of his daughter laying there injured all because of him.

He pressed a delicate kiss to her forehead trying not to hurt her any more than he already did before hastily making his way out, not sparing anyone a glance.

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Sirius marched back to St. Mungo’s, a slight skip in his steps and a wide grin on his face. He looked like a kid on Christmas morning. However, the grin dropped right off when his eyes fell upon the utter chaos ongoing around the room he was heading towards. Healers were rushing in and out urgently. Sirius started to panic, fearing something had happened to Y/N. His eyes moved around the hall to look for someone, anyone. His eyes fell on Ted and Andromeda, the latter sobbing. Ted was unable to hold his tears back as well.

“What’s happening? What’s going on?” Sirius asked as soon as he reached them.

Andromeda sobbed out louder at his questions.

The sound of a bed being wheeled on the floor drew his attention towards the door. Sirius felt his heart drop to his stomach. There was Y/N, her body twitching and trembling. He could see dark red blood staining the back of her bandage and pillow as her head moved around.

“We’ll have to use the body-bind curse,” he heard one of the Healers say as they passed by him in a hurry.

Sirius did not realize that he was trembling, tears streaming down his face, until Y/N and the Healers disappeared around the corner.

“She- we don’t know what happened. She was fine one minute and the n- next… She started twitching and thrashing around and we didn’t know what to do,” Ted informed Sirius in a hoarse voice.

Sirius, Ted and Andromeda sat in the waiting room for what seemed like hours, awaiting any news from the Healers. Andromeda, exhausting herself from all the crying, had fallen asleep on one of the chairs, cuddled up to her husband’s side. Ted’s leg kept shaking, moving up and down. He was becoming restless; it had been too long since the incident and they still hadn’t received any word on what was happening. But no one was as restless as Sirius who had been pacing back and forth the entire time. He didn’t pause for one second, no matter how much Remus tried to convince him to sit down. Nothing anyone said or did would ease his mind. No one except a Healer.

The heavens above seemed to have granted his wish, a Healer walked into the waiting room with a slight smile, “Mr. Black? Mr. and Mrs. Tonks?”

Ted quickly shook Andromeda awake who abruptly woke up. They all rushed towards the Healer.

“Her brain had started to bleed again-”

“You said that you fixed that,” Sirius interrupted in anger.

“Yes, we had. But sometimes the bleeding can start up again when there is substantial damage.”

“Will she be okay?” asked Andromeda worriedly.

The Healer sighed, “She is stable for now. The damage to her neurons is extensive.”

“What- what will happen if she doesn’t get better?” Ted questioned, his voice trembling afraid of the answer he was going to receive.

“We do believe she will. But if she doesn’t wake up within a few days, we can only presume the worst. I am sorry. We can only hope for now. If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to ask.”

“Can we go see her?” Remus spoke up as the others seemed too shocked to do anything.

“Yes, of course,” the Healer gave them a reassuring smile, which didn’t fulfil its purpose the least bit, before heading out the door.

Sirius, Andromeda, and Ted regained their senses and proceeded to head towards their baby girl.

Sirius felt sluggish as he approached Y/N’s bed. Her body was thin and frail, having lost weight in the past few weeks. Her pasty skin stood out against the greasy, unwashed long dark hair. Her chest moved up and down in a rhythm that matched her ragged breathing. Her body continued to twitch from time to time.

Ted couldn’t help but break down at the sight in front of her. Y/N looked so close to death. He sat down on the bed next to Y/N, stroking her hair back, tracing the beautiful features of his baby girl’s face.

“You can’t leave me. Not yet okay? Who's going to wake up early with me to go on walks and pick flowers? Who am I going to spend the whole afternoon baking and having food fights with? You can’t leave me here alone with Dro and Dora. Who else is going to save me from their craziness, huh?” he said, weakly chuckling through his tears. “I- I’d be so lonely if you left. You can’t go. Hold on, Y/N/N. Please. If not for yourself then for me. Ple- please don’t leave me.”

Andromeda’s sobs filled the otherwise silence of the hospital room. Ted continued to quietly plead, choking on his own words, “Don’t leave me. Please.”

Sirius sat there in silence, his unblinking eyes fixed on Y/N’s form; watching her chest rise up and fall back down with each breath - a sign that she was still alive and breathing.

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Ted and Andromeda had left once visiting hours were over, but Sirius remained. No one, not even the Healers, could force convince him to leave.

He remained perched on the seat beside Y/N’s side well into the night. His eyes burned from the lack of sleep, but he refused to give in. He couldn’t sleep, not when she could need him at any moment. What if he fell asleep and didn’t realize something wrong in time to call for help? No, he would not allow that. Sleep could wait till he was completely sure she would be alright.

Sirius stared at his daughter, his battling-for-life daughter. Her protruding bones made her more visibly sickly under the shadows cast by the pale moonlight shining through the window positioned at the head of her bed.

Sirius leaned forward, his hand shakily caressing Y/N’s cheek. He brushed back the hair that covered her face. A choked sob echoed through the silent, dark room. The tears he kept at bay all day long fell at last.

“Y/N/N, my baby girl. I’m so sorry for all I have done. And haven’t done. But you need to fight. You need to make it through this. You have so much to live for. You need to wake up okay? You need to wake up so I can make this right. I still want you. I need you. I can't imagine a world without you. I’ll make it right; I solemnly swear to love you all my life. Please just fight. Live.”

Sirius sat there watching Y/N, not daring to close his eyes for a moment in case something happened; in case she stopped breathing. He sat in silence praying that someone would wake him up from this nightmare. If he could only see her sparkling grey eyes that were so much like his; filled with the same mischief, once again he would die a happy man. He wished he could take her place, for he would happily die if it meant she got to live.

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Sirius did not know when he had fallen asleep. His head rested against the edge of the bed and Y/N’s hand had once again made its way to his hair, holding on to it in a loose grip. Sirius was startled awake by the whimper that left Y/N’s mouth as her body twitched once again.

“Y/N? Y/N?” Sirius spoke in a rush, hoping his mind was not playing tricks on his ears. A groan left Y/N’s mouth as she moved around in her bed.

“Healer! Healer! Someone! Anyone!? Please, I think she’s waking up!” Sirius yelled, not caring about the other patients still fast asleep in the same room.

“It’s okay, baby girl. You can open your eyes now. You’re fine. I’m here. I’m here,” Sirius said softly.

Y/N’s eyelashes fluttered, her eyes moving under her eyelids. She slowly opened her eyes. She immediately squeezed her eyes shut, groaning at the sudden increase in brightness. Gradually, she opened her eyes again, blinking to adjust to the sun lighting up the room.

Y/N shivered as a cold draft swept through the unfamiliar room. She looked around the white-walled room. There were around seven other beds in the room, plain white curtains adorning the railings to hide away the bed if needed.

“Y/N?”

Y/N brought her attention to the man standing next to her bed. He was tall and well-built. Shiny black shoulder-length hair framing his fair-skinned face. His unfamiliar-familiar striking grey eyes were scanning her face, concern and worry shining through them as clear as the daylight seeping through the closed curtains. A slight stubble shadowed his face from having spent the night in the hospital. The man oozed a form of casual elegance, tattoos covering his chest and arms. He was handsome, but this was dampened by his prematurely aged face and wrinkled clothes.

“I’m sorry. But who are you?”

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[escapewithbts]

Love Yourself - Namjoon

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*beep beep beep beep*

The lock on your boyfriend’s studio made a clicking noise after you put in the passcode, signaling it was now unlocked. You opened the door to go inside and let it shut softly behind you.

As you entered you saw your boyfriend sitting in his swivel chair with his back to you, wearing headphones and staring up at some music on the computer screen in front of him. You walked over to him and gently rested your hand on the back of his head, running it through his soft light brown hair. He looked up at you and smiled his adorable dimpled smile, taking the headphones off and resting them around his neck.

“Hi baby,” he said, pulling you by the waist towards him so you were almost falling into his lap.

“Hi Namjoon-ah.” You returned the smile and bent down to give him a quick peck on the lips.

“Did you find a dress?” he asked.

He released you as you straightened up and went to take a seat on the leather sofa behind him.

You had just come from a dress fitting for the Golden Disk Award Show event Namjoon was taking you to this evening. It was the first time you had gone to an official fitting for something like this and it was a bit overwhelming. After all, you weren’t the only one there, but you certainly were the only one of your size. All the other women had the typical idol look for this part of the world, small and petite with tiny waists. You weren’t huge, but you certainly weren’t as slim as them, and therefore your dress options were more limited. You were comfortable in your own skin and liked your body, but had to admit being surrounded by these other women who had what was considered the “perfect body type” had made you feel a little insecure.

“I found a beautiful dress, Joonie,” and that was the truth, “I really loved how I looked in it. I can’t wait for you to see it.”

“And I can’t wait to see you in it. I’m sure you look gorgeous,” he replied, still focused on the computer screen, “So how was the fitting overall? Did you enjoy it?”

You looked at your hands.

“Umm, yeah, it was okay...”

“Just ok?” Namjoon questioned, “Why just ok? Were they mean to you? You know I’ll call the company right away if someone was rude to you.”

You chuckled at his overprotectiveness.

“No no, they were all really sweet, actually. I just, well, I felt a little out of place.”

Namjoon turned in his chair to look at you and cocked his head.

“Because you’re not an idol?”

“Yeah, partly.”

He waved his hand.

“Ah who cares, you have every right to be there as they do.”

You didn’t quite agree but you also didn’t see the point in arguing so you just shrugged.

“I guess.”

He turned back to his computer.

“Plus,” you continued, slightly embarrassed by what you were about to say, “it didn’t help that they were all super thin and therefore had way more choices than I did.”

Namjoon typed and clicked a few things on the screen in front of him before responding.

“Well you could always lose a few pounds.”

Whoa. What? Your heart dropped to your stomach, surprised he would say something like that.

Suddenly your mind went into overdrive. How dare he say something like that to you! Who was he to tell you to change? You loved your body type. But did he not anymore? Did he want you to lose weight? Does he not like you the way you are? Was this his way of saying he wants you to have a body like a K-pop idol? Was he trying to motivate you? Is he ashamed of you?

Overthinking was your specialty. You were furious, but also suddenly even more self conscious than you had been at the fitting.

Just as you were about to question the words that had come out of his mouth his phone rang.

“Oh sorry babe, I gotta get this, it’s management to go over the plans for tonight,” he turned towards you again and put the phone to his ear, “This is Kim Namjoon...”

Their conversation continued in Korean as you sat there with your confusing thoughts, panic rising inside of you. You felt angry but also really awkward and uncomfortable. You felt overdramatic, but you couldn’t help but wonder why Namjoon would say something like that.

You just wanted to get out of there.

You stood up from your place on the couch and started to the door. Namjoon moved the phone from his mouth and whispered to you,

“Are you leaving already?”

All you could do was nod.

“I’ll be home soon, okay?”

You nodded again and Namjoon turned back to his computer going over the plans with management in his ear.

The whole drive home you couldn’t shake what he had said from your head. You knew he probably didn’t mean it in a bad way so why was it bothering you so much? That little cloud of doubt in the back of your mind seemed to not want to disappear no matter how much you tried to reassure yourself.

Once you had arrived to your and Namjoon’s shared apartment, you slowly walked into the bedroom where the beautiful dress you had chosen hung on the closet door. Now looking at it you felt as though it was mocking you, saying ‘You had to choose me, you didn’t fit into anything else’. You sighed as tears started to well up in your eyes. This was not how you pictured this evening going. It was supposed to be magical, yet here you were about to cry from insecurity. You mentally cursed yourself for not being stronger, but in reality, Namjoon’s opinion of you mattered even more than your own.

It was then when you decided you just didn’t want to go anymore. Namjoon could go alone, he has many times before after all. You wanted to look and feel your best for him and that definitely was not happening today. You grabbed the dress from the door and opened the closet, slipping it in between other dresses you owned. Then you changed into sweatpants and a t shirt before crawling under the covers in bed, shielding yourself from the world.

Not much later you heard the front door open and close. Namjoon was home. Your heart sped up listening to his footsteps.

“Hey (y/n)-ah!” he called, walking towards the bedroom, “I’m ready to see my beautiful babygirl!”

Although your back was turned, you heard him stop at the bedroom door.

“(Y/n)? Are you okay?”

You suddenly felt his weight on the bed next to you as he peered over you to look at your face.

“What’s wrong, baby? Please tell me.”

He ran his hand up and down your side.

“I just- I don’t feel well...” you mumbled quietly, feeling tears well up again.

“Oh... I’m sorry... do you know what happened? You seemed fine at the studio.”

You shrugged, hoping he didn’t notice the couple tears fall down your cheeks.

“(Y/n)...” he shook your shoulder, “Please talk to me. Why are you crying? Did something happen between now and then?”

You just shook your head, burying your face in the pillow.

You felt Namjoon sit up and heard him sigh.

“Are you... still coming with me tonight?” He questioned softly.

“I don’t think so, Joonie... I-I’m sorry.”

There was a pause and you wondered if he had even heard you.

“Don’t be sorry, (y/n),” he finally responded, “I want you to feel well and comfortable, especially going to an event like this. Your physical and mental health is all that matters. I guess I just wish you could tell me what was wrong, but I respect you not wanting to talk about it. Okay, baby?”

You felt him get off the bed and watched him come around to the side you were facing. He looked down at you and gave you a small smile before rubbing his hand on your tear stained cheek.

“I love you no matter what, (y/n).”

Those words made your heart feel full, and instantly you felt like everything could be okay again.

He bent down to kiss your forehead the started walking into the adjoining bathroom.

“Joonie,” you stopped him.

He turned back toward you as you sat up in bed, crossing your legs together.

“Yes, my (y/n)?”

He came back over and sat down across from you, placing his large hand on your thigh and staring into your eyes.

You looked down at your hands.

“It was actually... something...” you shut your eyes tightly, “something you said.”

Upon opening your eyes you saw a panicked look on his face and he grabbed your hands in his.

“What? When? At the studio today??”

You nodded.

“Ah fuck, what did I say (y/n)? Please tell me.”

You sighed and twirled around the silver ring he always wore on his finger. You bit your lip and hesitated.

“You said I could lose a few pounds.”

Immediately Namjoon’s hands came up to cup your face. His eyes darted back and forth between yours.

“Shit, (y/n) baby no, no no no, I didn’t mean it like that! I just meant it like if it was something you wanted to do, for you I guess, I don’t know, it was stupid and-and I think I was just thinking of a logical answer to what you were feeling, but I was also distracted with the music... That’s really no excuse but I’m so sorry, baby, I would never ever tell you to lose weight. Never. You’re so beautiful and radiant just the way you are and I wouldn’t change a thing, okay? And you’re so confident, I know you don’t need to hear that. Your opinion of yourself is the only one that matters.”

You shook your head and replied softly,

“You opinion means a lot, too, though.”

Namjoon pulled you into his strong arms in a tight hug.

“No, baby, fuck what I think! I mean, I do think you’re absolutely perfect so it really doesn’t matter, but really (y/n), all you need is to love yourself. And I know you do. You’re one of the most self assured people I know, right?”

He released you gently but still held you close , rubbing his hands up and down your upper arms.

“Yeah. I guess just being around all the other female idols today threw me off a little bit.”

Namjoon tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“It’s okay, baby, it happens. Just promise me you’ll never forget how beautiful you are inside and out, even when you have bad days.”

He placed his hand on your chest at your heart and you put yours on top, squeezing it gently.

“I promise, Joon. Thank you.”

He smiled wide again and rubbed your face with the pad of his thumb.

“Anytime, my love. I am always here for you.”

Then he stood up and kissed the top of your head.

All of a sudden he glanced at his watch and gasped.

“Shit, I have to get ready. It’s an hour until the car will be here.”

He ran a hand through his hair and moved towards the bathroom again.

You stood up.

“Well I better start getting ready, too, then.”

Namjoon stopped in his tracks and turned to face you, a surprised smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“You’re coming after all?” he asked.

You nodded triumphantly.

“Yes. I can’t let a dress that makes me look so super hot go to waste!”

Namjoon smiled at you proudly.

“That’s my babygirl.”

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*Author’s note: Please please always remember that you are beautiful and wonderful just the way you are :) While I am truly lead to believe Namjoon would be this sweet and supportive in real life, never forget that the only opinion of yourself that truly matters is your own. After all, just like their album, Love Yourself: Answer <3

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Masterlist

[vocalyunho]

Strawberry Kisses

pairing — Yunho x reader (fem, referred to as ‘she’)

genre — fluff, smut

word count — 3k

warnings + tags — third person narrative mode, this fic portraits a hypothetical reader, all characteristics & traits are used incidentally, Yunho’s hella whipped and soft for reader + Yunho with butterfly hair clips, finger sucking, inexperienced reader, handjob, fingering, clit play.

synopsis — Yunho will never forget the first time he heard her needy voice, the one that proved everything she wanted without having to say a word.

Yunho thought she was a work of art, one he couldn’t take his eyes off of. Regardless of how many times he had told her, she could never control the pink blush that creeped up her cheeks every single time. He wanted her to accept it, he wanted her to know he meant it, but she never did. She belittled herself and Yunho hated it.

Every little flaw and every (in)significant trait of hers was precious to Yunho. They were the reasons why he fell for her in the first place. Later, though, he found more of them and now he can even make a list, preferably on papyrus, -for dramatic reasons- like those you see on cartoons. He already knew she’d make fun of him for even thinking that, but he knew exactly what he’d put on that list, one by one...

Her lips were always plump and cherry colored, though if he kissed her, she tasted like strawberry and Yunho could never get enough of it. The way she’d nibble on her bottom lip after they kissed, like they shouldn’t have, made his head spin uncontrollably. Even the wrinkle of her nose whenever she laughed had his heartbeat increasing in a matter of seconds. But what he admired most was the hope and the million little galaxies that danced in her eyes every time she looked at him. Yunho could easily get lost in them and he had noticed that he had, a couple of times before. The galaxies only disappeared the times she was upset. Then, the disappointment or anger were all he saw in her in the form of a soft gaze. Her cheeks would turn red and her eyebrows would either furrow or raise, each time forming little wrinkles on her forehead that Yunho wanted to caress. Her lips would pout and, maybe, tremble if she couldn’t control her emotions, but these were, always, only temporary.

When she talked, her hands would fly everywhere, gesturing, showing, bringing the conversation into life as if what she talked about was the most majestic thing someone would hear. Yunho cherished her for that because she made him love the little things. She talked about them like they were the most important thing ever and the way her eyes widened and her body tensed, proved it.

When she walked, sometimes it seemed like she did it hesitantly, not really wanting to go anywhere, as if someone had forced her to go. Other times, she jumped around while walking, little legs moving fast, backpack bouncing up and down on her back and phone struggling to stay in the little pocket of her pants. However, Yunho always managed to keep up with her and her pace.

As for her fashion, it wasn’t stable. Though, she did have a fair amount of mom jeans she wore on a daily basis if the occasions let her. Yunho didn’t know they were called ‘mom jeans’. In, fact, he didn’t know jeans had names. When she first told him about ‘mom jeans’, ‘boyfriend jeans’, ‘bootcut jeans’, he felt like his entire life was a lie. So many different types and he had no idea! After he got a hold of her taste in fashion, he started noticing other small details about it on her. She liked tucking her shirt inside her pants, she loved colored cardigans and oversized sweaters and he couldn’t help but notice the way she rolled up the bottom of her jeans. Her ankles and socks were on full display most of the time, and even if she had told him this was just a fashion statement, he knew this was her way of letting the world know of her bisexuality.

Necklaces were her favorite accessories. She had hundreds of them and Yunho didn’t complain because he found them hot. He always had a thing for necks and especially hers, so seeing her decorating it with pretty necklaces did something to him and his newly discovered kink. The rings were her second favourite accessory, Yunho had found out. Just like her neck, her fingers were always decorated too and, sometimes, she’d even lend some of her dearest rings to Yunho. Not the one her grandma had gifted her, though. This one was always on her index finger and no matter what, it never left its spot.

Her voice was soft and when she talked it was like honey was dripping from her lips right into Yunho’s ears. He’d figured out it was the timbre that made it so special, not the tone neither the words she used. When she talked about her day, Yunho would zone out sometimes not because of boredom but because he gave more attention to the vibrations of her voice and its rhythm, unintentionally. He loved listening how it changed depending on how she felt, one moment she was happy and it echoed like a melody, the next minute she was disappointed and it came out in whines through pouted lips, but he never found it annoying. However, she had a terrible singing voice and even if she knew it, she liked singing her heart out in karaoke’s or during showers, making Yunho make fun of her afterwards, which always led to giggles from them both and occasional make-out sessions on the couch of her small living room.

You can tell, he loved the variety of emotions she showed only through her voice, but his favorite one was her desperate voice, the one that proved need and the one only he had ever heard. He’ll never forget the first time he heard it. It was a night they had decided to stay in and watch movies instead of going out in the coldness of winter. They were cuddling, after having watched Harry Potter and the philosopher’s stone. The ending titles were lowly playing in the background as they talked about the books and how she loved them but Yunho hated, because he found them boring. She was a pouting mess from the disappointment that her boyfriend didn’t like the books she’s been reading since she was young but Yunho couldn’t stop staring at her lips, not giving a damn about the books and the movies.

“how can you prefer the prepared world of the movies, instead of the one you can create by yourself while reading the books?”

Her eyes glistened and the pouting revealed a dimple on her chin, Yunho had never seen before.

“the prepared world entertains me more”

He shrugged with heavy eyes, and moved his hand up to take her chin between his fingers. His thumb brushed the dimple, pressing on the small dent before resting on it. She didn’t respond to his previous answer, instead she remained silent and after a while Yunho travelled his thumb up to her lips which stayed closed. Her eyes were on his, totally leaving their previous conversation in the past, and as he pressed his thumb on her glossed lip she let it fall open slowly.

Yunho didn’t think much of it and after playfully pulling her bottom lip with his thumb, he pushed the digit inside her mouth. She whimpered and her eyes fluttered but before Yunho could pull it out, afraid that he shouldn’t have done something like this, she wrapped her lips around it. Her tongue brushed hesitantly the underside of it, her nostrils expanding to exhale through her nose in an attempt not to let his finger leave her mouth and Yunho only stayed there, watching her closely. His lips opened agape loosely, the feeling was new both to Yunho and her but they loved it.

He felt himself starting to lose control of his body. His bulge had already started creating a tent on his grey sweatpants and he could do nothing to stop it. She moved her head backwards to take his thumb out of her mouth only to lick the tip and press it in again. Yunho groaned at the sight, momentarily picturing his cock replacing the finger between her lips and as she kept bobbing her head, ever so slowly, soft moans vibrated his thumb.

She was sitting on his lap with her back against the couch and Yunho’s back against the sofa arm, their bodies creating a cross and, at a sudden moment, he felt her pressing her legs together. Everything was so new. His free hand rested on her exposed thigh, but no one’s eyes left each other’s. She was in her underwear, with only a yellow t-shirt -that was his- covering most of her body. It wasn’t weird, she’s usually dressed like this when they stay in. His fingers trailed the flabby skin on the inner side of her thigh until he stopped it right under her panties and when he squeezed it, she flinched with a louder moan getting trapped inside her closed mouth.  

“fuck”

She left his thumb with a pop and the pouty lips were back, tempting him to sin.

“I…don’t know what that was, I’m sorry”, he had told her but he knew exactly what that was, both of them knew.

“Yunho, I need you”

Her voice was small, similar to the one she used when she whispered into his ear during class, but not similar to the context. Her eyes became puppy-like and as he was about to think this was the cutest state he’s ever seen her in, her hand moved to rest on top of the small tent on his crotch. Yunho’s breath hitched, her palm was on top of him, slowly closing her fist and taking him in her hand as she did. He needed her so bad, too.

She noticed the sudden difference in his body language “is this okay?” she asked hesitantly, ready to stop her action, if needed.

“y-yes please keep doing t-that”

She wasn’t very experienced, neither was he, but it was like her hand was moving magically on him. She mentally decided that his sweats were too much of an obstacle, so her hand went slowly under it and under his underwear too before grabbing him with her entire palm. A worried lip got trapped between her teeth because she had no idea of what to do next, but the friction she offered, felt like heaven to Yunho.

In a moment, he giggled and she looked at him worriedly, a pink blush already creeping up her cheeks. Yunho pecked her lips and gave a caress on her thigh to reassure that he loved all of it but he never told her what he giggled for. He never told her that he found it too cute that her hand was too small to wrap around his length completely. She seemed to forget fast about it though as he groaned close to her lips and, at that, she gave him a squeeze that made him jolt. His pre cum had already spread through her movements, giving her the chance to go faster and she did. Only a tad bit, though, because she wanted him to feel it all. Her thumb stopped on his slit after a few strokes and Yunho moaned loudly, feeling his body getting weaker. His head fell back as she massaged it and the rough texture of her digit against the little opening had curses slipping out his mouth in whispers. The moment she pressed particularly hard on the tip, he brought his head back up so fast that his hair fell on his face.

Now it was her turn to giggle, her confidence boosting, and before he could push the loose strands back, her free hand grabbed one of the butterfly clips on her hair and placed it on Yunho’s. With a small clicking sound, it stayed there, the bright blue color of its wings contrasting the pink of his hair. It felt surreal. One of her hands did something so innocent while the other sinned.

Yunho felt his heart skipping a beat. It was going too fast, anyways, but seeing her being thoughtful even in this case, sent the butterfly from his hair right into his stomach. He wanted nothing more than to pin her down and make her see stars right that instant, but instead she was the one who was leading him to that.

Yunho grunted loudly. She changed her movements into quicker and shorter ones, pumping only the middle part of him and making the lewd sounds echo louder. Her short nails got barely dragged over the sensitive skin of his cock and Yunho hissed, letting his face take an unreadable expression.

“do you-do you like that?”

“baby girl y-yes, keep doing that”

Shock waves were sending electricity throughout his body, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down with force and the slight sweat that glistened on the side of his neck proved he was close.

A weird feeling travelled all the way from where her hand was pumping him to his ears, turning them the same hue of red, his tip had. He felt like his entire body was burning, a burn that had his mind spinning and his legs trembling. He knew exactly what that was and how close to release she had brought him, but he didn’t want it to end like that.

He tried his best not to give into it and with a move slower than her strokes, he rested his hand on top of hers and her gaze met his “I’m sorry baby b-but...” he inhaled sharply “...I’d much rather come inside you than on your hhand”. Her eyes widened and her little shenanigans stopped but Yunho got the chance to calm his breath and move the hand that was on her thigh, upwards, closer to where she needed him the most.

“Yunho-”, she gasped. Her legs closed, trapping Yunho’s hand in between them and her own hand that was on his member found his wrist. He pressed a finger against her panties, making her tighten her hold and bite her lip. Yunho had noticed from moments ago the little circle stain of wetness that had formed on her underwear. He knew he was the reason behind it but he also wanted to be the reason behind her relief. Just some inches above the stain, he found the magic bud and pressed on it, receiving a low moan from her. Her head fell against the couch and her hand, even though on his wrist that was between her legs, didn’t stop him. Yunho circled the bundle of nerves, feeling it swollen against his thumb as her moans became more frequent, and progressively more loud “does that feel good?”

She didn’t dare to open her eyes or bring her head up “y-yes”

He chuckled but his concentration was on how her expressions changed in a matter of seconds. Just before, she was giggling, leading him to his climax, yet now she had given into him and his touch and Yunho couldn’t help but think that, maybe, this is how she’ll look when he’s inside her. He was still hard, but tried his best not to touch himself. His middle finger pushed the fabric of her panties to the side slowly, and before giving her a warning he pushed the digit in.

“ohmygod Yunho-”, she cried out and her legs fell open. Yunho brought her head up by the nape until their faces were inches away from each other’s, their brows were furrowed, their noses were already touching and Yunho could feel her heavy breath against his lips. Only when he kissed her, did he realize how dry her lips were. It was the first time they felt like this, like all the moisture had left them, though the strawberry taste was still planted on them.

“I’m gonna c-cum”, her eyelashes fluttered close and her voice was barely a whisper.

“will you do it for me?”

“y-yes”, he twitched.

Her hips started moving against his fingers, the friction becoming more intense and the wetness increasing. Yunho was sure that if he detached his hand from her heat, he’d see a string of her soft silk connecting them, but he didn’t stop. He needed to see her falling off the edge for him, because of him. She convulsed and he felt it, but Yunho added his index finger in her warm hole too. Moans filled his open mouth and high pitched cries he couldn’t get enough of, as he pumped them slowly. The whole place was spinning for her, Yunho being the center of her attention, and the only colours she could tell apart were the ones of his hair and the butterfly clip’s. Her upper body was trembling too, now, and Yunho wrapped his free hand around her waist to keep her steady, but she cried out louder “pplease don’t stop-”

“come for me honeybun”

They hadn’t realized how their foreheads never left each other’s, nor how the entire couch was shaking. The pumping of his fingers quickened and so did the circles on her clit. Her eyebrows were furrowing and unfurrowing on their own and the squelchy sound of her wetness getting fucked into her, echoed in the almost silent living room.

Electricity travelled throughout her, when her high reached her and her body stopped functioning almost completely except for the sudden flickering of her muscles. Her jaw went completely slack and her notes were as high pitched as before, only now the waves of her voice were trembling too. The hold on Yunho’s wrist tightened sensibly and as she came, he pulled his fingers out of her seeing the thick, white liquid glisten on them.

Her moans were weak but full of need and her chest was rising and falling fast, until her body stopped jerking and she moved her hand from Yunho’s wrist to his palm to intertwine their fingers. Her release got spread between their hands but she didn’t mind it and bit on her lip in an attempt to stop her sounds, before resting her forehead against his again “Yunho-”

“take me, right here...pplease”