#he said i’m here to sing i don’t fucking know about the rest of u 😭😭😭😭

[sunmisbf]

changmin’s literally insane 😭

[zozosrozo]

Choi Su-bong/Thanos (Squid Game) x fem! reader HCS

IM OBSESSED WITH THIS MAN!!!!!

also first ever post?! it’s a little short, but hope ya enjoy!!

SFW:

• he ADORES physical touch

• touching u at every chance he gets, like even simple hand holding, leaning against u

• HE LOVES IT ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES FROM U!!

• casually grabs u by ur ass in public, or give u a lil slap. when u confront him about it, he acts like he dont know what are u talking about, then giggle

• using ur breast like fidget toy, when he’s stressed

• squeezing it, when he feels like it

• shoving his head between ur boobs, bro can stay like that for a good 10 minutes until he calms down

• if u ask him if he would still love u as a worm, he would tell u that he’s not a zoophile

• pet names!! baby, babe, princess are his favs!

• he’s not so good with commitment and stuff like that, would prefer an open relationship (one sided tho, he's so possesive of u)

• have huge jealousy issues when it comes to u

• a male species near u??? he goes into rage mode, getting aggressively touchy to claim u! show everyone that u are his!!

• would apologise to u with rap songs

“Y/N” he screamed outside your house. throwing rocks at the window to wake u up.

“what the fuck…” u muttered to yourself, as u walked over to the window to check what this idiot come up with this time.

as soon as he saw your face, he screamed again, his hands clutching onto his chest “SEÑORITA!!! I WANT TO APOLOGISE TO U!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!! U DO REALISE THAT ITS 3 AM RIGHT NOW???” u screamed back at him, slightly leaning forward through window.

“I LOVE U!!!!!” he get on his knees.

“ARE U HIGH?????” u asked, clearly pissed at his presence.

“HI!!!!!” he said as he waved his hands to u, enthusiastically with a goofy grin.

even after this response, u can’t tell if he’s high. that’s pretty much how he’s acting regardless if he’s on drugs or not.

he turn on boombox, a cliche beat hit your ears. he stands up and cleared his throat.

“Yo, I messed up, I admit it, I’m a clown,

Flirting like a fool when you weren’t around.

But I swear, it was harmless, just a slip of the tongue,

Now I’m here confessing where I went wrong.

I told her, "Hey, nice shoes," and that’s all I meant,

But now I’m in the doghouse, paying the rent.

Baby, you’re the star, the queen of my heart,

And that other conversation? A throwaway part.

She laughed at my joke, yeah, I felt kinda cool,

But now I see, I was the class clown fool.

I’d never trade you for some silly chat,

You’re the boss, the CEO, I’m just the doormat.

I’ll buy you flowers, write your name in the sky,

Sing off-key if it’ll dry your eyes.

I’ll even quit drugs if you need me to,

Just don’t leave me hangin’, I’m a mess without you.

So baby, I’m here, on my knees with this beat,

Admitting my crimes, can’t handle defeat.

Let’s laugh this off, put it in the past,

‘Cause you and me, girl, we’re built to last.”

he end up the song showing a small heart formed with his thumb and index finger.

u sighed “all right, come inside”

“YAYY!!!” he did a happy jump and clapped his feet in midair.

�� tbh he’s so silly

• steals flowers from a random garden for u

• night visits, but uses a window instead of a door to enter ur place, literally like some kind of teenager

• even if u gave him the keys to ur apartment, he will use the window no matter what

it was dark outside, about 11 pm. u were coming back from work. damn how exhausted u felt. some arguments with clients, boss yelling at u. it was not ur best day for sure.

u checked ur phone. still no text from Thanos. why he was ghosting u? probably he don’t want to deal with ur complains about how bad ur day went.

u opened the apartment door. u don't give a damn about anything. you plan to go to bed right away, you don't have the strength to change your clothes, wash yourself or eat something.

you threw everything aside and went to the bedroom. when you turn on the light in the room, you see your boyfriend lying on his side, resting his head on his hand, rose in his teeth.

“U WANT TO GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK???” u flinched. u can’t get used to Thanos randomly spawning in ur house.

“and i missed u too, princess” he grinned, standing up and then theatrically hand over the rose to u.

“i brought ur fav burgers and lotta beer” he said, pointing out at ur kitchen.

“thanks” u smiled softly at him. u can’t help but melt inside at his behaviour. he’a an asshole, but what a cute asshole.

“no problem, babe” he leaned to u, giving u a tight hug. burying his face in the crook of ur neck.

• avoids deep emotional conversation

• would tell that he loves u, but he don’t put much weight into that

• he’s saying it casually like it’s common sense that he loves u

• painting each others nails!!!!

NSFW:

• pansexual king, but he wouldn’t label himself

• he don’t care about gender, he fucks who he consider as cute and that’s it!!

• when u ride him, he would comment something like: WROOM WROOM!! or YEEHAW!!!

• A TOTAL FREAK….

• piss kink (y’all can’t prove me wrong)

• HE LIKES IT DIRTY!!!!

• public sex

• like fingering u in a club or on a party, sometimes anal when he's high

• claiming u like that in front of other people?? IT TURNS HIM ON SO BADD

• never a sub, it would hurt his ego

• bro don’t know what gentle sex is

• always rough and aggressive

• smokes weed/cigarettes during sex, blowing smoke in your face

• talking about himself in third person "yeah, babe. the great Thanos will make u feel so good”

“u like that slut? u like Thanos’s dick that much??”

• he’s not into after care. usually he just rolls down on bed, doesn't even bother putting on clothes, hug u tightly and fall asleep like that

[psychobrew]

do u think harry/ginny ever fought

Yeah, totally, all the time:

“Ted! Ted, look what Dad charmed for me.”

He glanced up at James, who hopped aboard an old-model Firebolt Harry had charmed to fly only a few feet off the floor. He leaned forward and the broom puttered along at a modest pace. 

As the broom neared her, Rose made a dramatic show of shrieking, ducking down and covering her head.

“Make him put it away,” she whined. “‘s making me feel unsafe.”

“Your mum taught you to say that,” James taunted.

“It’s my turn,” said Fabian, rising to his feet and giving James a forceful shove.

“Hey. Stop it. Stop it!” James yelled, aiming a kick at Abe and missing. “Faby!” he said in a sing-song voice, “Faby the Baby!”

“Mum said you couldn’t call me that!” said Abe.

“Mum’s not here!”

Ted rolled his eyes, resolutely bookmarking his page in Hogwarts: A History – a gift from Hermionie, since he’d start school next year.

“Knock it off,” he said, trying to project his voice in a way that sounded authoritarian, “or I’ll get Uncle Ron.”

“Daddy doesn’t scare us,” said Rose.

“I’ll get Aunt Hermione,” Teddy qualified. 

James made a show of pretending to faint off the Firebolt, falling to the floor in a dramatic heap. Abe swung his leg over the broom immediately and took off. “Oh, no,” said James, “not Aunt Hermione.”

“You cried last time Mummy told you off,” Rose piped up.

“Did not!” 

“Did too!”

“I’ve never cried in my life!”

The sound of the front door opening echoed through the chambers at Grimmauld Place. Ron’s voice carried up the stairs –

“Oh, thank god you’re back. Harry, your children are right nightmares.”

“Where are they?” asked Ginny.

“Upstairs with Teddy,” said Hermione. “Well, Lily’s in the kitchen with Hugo.”

“Finger painting,” Ron said brightly, “they made a huge mess, too.”

“I hoped they behaved,” said Ginny. “I’m in a bloody awful mood, thanks to Harry.”

Teddy’s ears perked. He scooted closer to the door to have a listen – James caught on and came bounding over.

“Mum and Dad are home!”

“Shhh.” Teddy held a finger to his lips. “They’re arguing, I think.”

Abe and Rose were standing over his shoulder now, too. James cocked his head to the side. “Arguing bout what?”

“Is Mummy mad?” asked Abe. “I hate when Mummy’s mad.”

“Oh, Merlin. What’d you do?” they heard Ron ask accusingly, presumably directed at Harry.

“He lost us the quiz, is what!” Ginny shouted. 

“Hey,” that was Harry’s voice, interjecting, “in my defense –”

“There is no defense,” said Ginny. “Do you know what he did?”

“Enlighten me,” said Ron.

“Oh, don’t,” Harry groaned.

Teddy’s heart thudded against his ribcage. He’d heard Gran talking about Aunt Cissy’s divorce, how it still wrecked her, even after all this time. 

“When you marry a person, you think that’s who you’ll be with for the rest of your life,” she’d rambled, bustling around the kitchen while Teddy worked through a stack of chocolate frog cards. “And when it doesn’t turn out that way, it's quite jarring.”

Teddy couldn’t imagine Harry and Ginny splitting up. The thought of it made him sick with worry. He glanced back at James and Abe, clambering to press their ears against the door. How might they turn out, as children of divorce? Not well. It might be worse than having no parents, even – having parents who hated each other.

He pushed them away from the door. They shouldn’t have to listen to this.

James shoved back. “I wanna hear!”

“Quit it,” Teddy snapped. “Go find your Firebolt.”

“I said I wanted a turn!” Abe yelled, and they both pounded away in search of the broom.

Rose hung behind. She looked up at him with big, worried eyes. “What are they fighting about, Teddy?”

“Shh. I’m trying to listen.” He pressed his ear to the door again, Rose standing back at a respectful distance. 

“It only made sense to me,” Harry was saying, “since they didn’t win the cup –”

“I thought you were the youngest Seeker in a century!” Ginny bellowed. “The best fucking quidditch player in the history of Hogwarts!” – Ted made a note to check for that in his book – “You can have the most points in the league and still lose the cup, you bloody idiot!”

“Sit down, Ginny,” said Hermione. To Teddy’s confusion, she seemed to be laughing. “You’ve both had a lot to drink.”

“Not enough!” Ginny yelped. “I could kill him.”

“You wouldn’t be the first to try,” Harry said dryly. 

“Oh, the Chosen One card won’t save you from this one.” Ginny’s voice was low and dangerous.

“You might wanna run, mate,” said Ron, “before she sobers up.”

Teddy chanced a look behind him. Rose was watching James and Abe wrestle over the Firebolt. He figured he could leave for a moment without any of them ending up dead.

He slipped through the door onto the landing. They were two stories up from the ground floor at Grimmauld Place, and the adults’ voices carried even more out here. In the foyer below, he could see Ron holding onto Harry, who slumped over on his shoulder. Ginny also looked a bit unsteady on her feet.

“I’m only saying,” Ginny said, “you might want to think about your answers at the quiz, and how that might affect what does or doesn’t come later in the night…”

Hermione caught Teddy’s eye, and her mouth dropped open. Gently, she took Ginny’s elbow. “Gin.” 

Ginny followed her gaze, and her eyes widened. “Oh! Sorry Ted,” she yelped. 

Hermione brushed past her, and came up the stairs, apparently still trying to stifle a smile. “Hey Ted. Have you been enjoying Hogwarts: A History?” she asked him, taking him by the elbow to steer him back into the playroom with the other kids.

“Are Harry and Ginny getting a divorce?” he blurted.

Hermione stopped in her tracks, her face going blank before she broke into peals of laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Harry called loudly from below. 

Hermione ignored him, kneeling down so that she was at his level. “No, Ted, they are not getting a divorce.”

“But they’re arguing,” he said.

“They’re not really arguing,” said Hermione, “more like… fake arguing. Arguing for fun.”

He scrunched his nose. “Why? That doesn’t make sense.”

“Well, they played the quiz at a pub in Diagon Alley,” Hermione said, “and it seems Harry got a very, er, important question wrong.”

“What was the question?”

“It was, which English quidditch team had the most points in the 1999 season?”

“And what was the answer?”

“The Holyhead Harpies, obviously.”

It clicked. Teddy’s eyes widened. “That’s Ginny’s old team!”

Hermione nodded slowly. “You can see why Ginny was a bit upset – her own husband!”

“But they’re not really angry?”

“No, they’ve just had a big night.”

At that moment, the door to the playroom burst open, and James came peeling out on the Firebolt. Abe was chasing after him, feet pounding against the hardwood, on the verge of tears. 

“You’ve had it all night, James, it’s my turn.”

“Faby the Baby!” James chanted. 

Abe began to cry.

“Faby the Baby!”

“James Sirius Potter.” Ginny’s voice was hard and crisp, and Teddy wondered how he could have mistaken her earlier tone for true anger. “What have I told you about that bloody nickname?”

[wonder-queen-123]

Bakugo’s Starshine Katsuki Bakugo x Depressed Self Harming Suicidal Reader

Y/n’s family was as good as you can get for the first 16-17 years of her life, but something unexpected happened just a few days before Sports Festival was held.

Y/n had just gotten home and was excited to tell her parents that she had been accepted into UA, however, things didn’t go as planned.

As Y/n was looking for her parents, she overheard them arguing over something, and walked closer to try and figure out what they were arguing about.

“…I never even wanted a kid in the first place, nevertheless a fucking daughter!” Her mom screamed, surprising her. “I should’ve gotten rid of her before she was even born! And besides, she’s not even going to a regular high school, Damien! She’s going to a school meant for heroes!” “Would you calm down, Sherry? Y/n could be coming home any minute, and I’d hate for her to find out about this.” Damien said, trying to calm Sherry down.

As the two of them continued arguing, Y/n didn’t want to hear anymore of it, so she ran upstairs and locked herself in her room for the rest of the day.

The next day at school definitely could’ve gone better. For starters, instead of having a smile on her face like normal, she had a stoic expression on her face. “Hey Y/n, is everything…?” Bakugo started, noticing her walk past him.

Btw, Bakugo and Deku had known Y/n since they were kids, but Bakugo was closer to her than Deku. (Also Bakugo has a few nicknames for her; idiot, dumbass, {those two are a given} and very rarely Star/Starshine)

During the entire Sports Festival Y/n did her best to not let her parents argument from last night bother her too much…but just before the calvary battle started, Bakugo noticed her and walked over.

It took him a few minutes to realize that it looked like Y/n had cried earlier because her eyes were still a little red and puffy. Before he could even ask, the calvary battle started, and barely left any time to talk.

[Also later on when both the Dekusquad and Bakusquad are “formed”, Y/n is going to be part of both, but more so the Bakusquad]

[{(these are how Bakugo is going to know that something is wrong, and all of these are going to be from the present time at 16 years old during her time at UA)}]

* Singing Baku’s Song (forward March and here we go; members of the Agency Bakugo)

* Going Silent (basically giving everyone…including the ash blonde himself…the silent treatment)

* Crying hysterically/hugging Bakugo randomly

* Smiling ONLY at Bakugo

* Calling Bakugo by his FIRST name {instead of one of his nicknames; Katsu, Kats, Kaachan, Big Brother Kats(u), and Blondie}

* Also calling Deku by his FULL name {like Bakugo…instead of nicknames; Izu, Zuku, Big Brother Zuku, Deku, and Freckles}

* And lastly, leaving single worded notes around ONLY for Bakugo [{with just his FIRST name}]

* Star-shaped Necklace

Once the calvary battle ended, Bakugo noticed that Y/n had looked worse than before it started. He walked over to her, and tapped her shoulder.

She quickly turned around, and smiled as brightly as she could, but Bakugo knew that it wasn’t genuine. “I know you’re forcing that smile, Dumbass. Talk to me. What’s going on?”

“It’s nothing, Kastu. Don’t worry about it; I’m fine. Just a little tired. That’s all.” Y/n lied. Bakugo looked at her in disbelief, and tried again. She said she was fine, and walked past him.

While off to the side, Y/n kept thinking about what she heard her mom say. ‘“…I never even wanted a kid in the first place, nevertheless a fucking daughter! I should’ve gotten rid of her before she was even born!”

Why would my mom say that? She never wanted me? She was going to have an abortion just to get rid of me before I was even born? Wait. Does Dad feel the same way? Does Dad even love me? It obviously doesn’t seem like Mom does.

She started silently crying to herself, and walked even further, while wiping her eyes. Why? Why doesn’t Mom love me? Was the only thing on Y/n’s mind.

Once she got home, she didn’t bother greeting her parents, but instead went straight to her room, and cried for hours.

Soon Bakugo called her to check on her. “Wh-what’s up, Blasty? What are you calling me for?” Y/n sniffled. Bakugo grunted in surprise. “Hey, Idiot, why are you crying? What happened? Did someone say something to you today? I noticed you were crying earlier as well.”

“It’s nothing, Kats. Can we please talk about something else? Please?” “Shut the hell up, Damien! You know how I feel about this!” Y/n’s mom screamed. She quickly put her phone on mute, and listened to what her parents were arguing about now.

“I’ve had to deal with a fucking kid that I didn’t even want for the past 16 years, and not to mention, she’s not even in a normal high school!”

As the arguing continued, Y/n couldn’t stand to hear it, so she hung up the phone with Bakugo, and left the house through her window. Once outside, she ran as far and as fast as her feet could carry her, and only stopped when she got to the park.

She panted breathlessly, and screamed. She walked over to the nearest bench, and sat down. She laid down, and silently cried herself to sleep.

While she was sleeping, Bakugo tried calling her, but she wasn’t picking up. Dammit, you stupid nerd! At least I know where you’re at. I swear, if she’s not there…

As Bakugo left his house, and started making his way to the park, Y/n woke up only briefly, before deciding to sleep under the bench.

She curled herself into a ball, and continued crying silently. Once Bakugo got there, he didn’t see her anywhere. Where are you at, you stupid idiot?

As he was looking around, Y/n was tugging on her sleeves, gripping them tightly. Once Bakugo thought he saw her, he walked over, and saw her laying under the bench.

He bent down, and gently touched her leg, and realized she was shaking. It took him a moment to realize that she was actually crying.

He gently shook her awake, and watched as she crawled out. She immediately hugged him, and wasn’t planning on letting go.

“You good, stupid idiot?” Bakugo asked, slowly hugging her back. She nodded slightly, and continued crying into his chest. “Something is obviously wrong, so will you just tell me? I want to-“ “Parents fighting.” She interrupted.

Bakugo pulled her away from him, and turned her face to look at him. “That’s all? My parents fight and argue as well. They-“ Y/n just cried harder into the ash blonde’s chest, and hugged him tighter.

“It’s obviously more than just your parents fighting. Will you talk to me? Please?” Y/n wiped her tears, and told the ash blonde that she would see him at school tomorrow.

He was just about to stop her, when Kirishima called him. “What do you want, Shitty Hair?”

As they were talking, Y/n started making her way back home, and called her dad. Surprisingly, it went to voicemail. She didn’t bother leaving a message, and decided that she would just talk to her dad at home.

Once she got home, she climbed up the side of her house, and got back inside through the window. She didn’t want to see her mom, so she quietly made her way out of her room, and downstairs.

“Dad? You here?” She said, looking for him. “He went out for a little bit.” Her mom said, peering around the corner. “What do you need?” Y/n jumped back in surprise, and said that she was looking for Dad.

“Dad’s not here right now. Tell me what you need him for, and I’ll answer for him.” “It’s fine, I’ll just wait until he comes back. It’s not that big of a deal.” Sherry grabbed Y/n’s wrist, and asked why she wanted her dad so badly.

“I just need to ask him something. And it doesn’t concern you.” For the first time ever, Y/n got slapped across the face. “Go to your room, and stay there until your dad gets home. I’ll have him deal with you.”

As Y/n made her way back to her room, she mumbled something under her breath. “What was that?” “Nothing.”

Once back in her room, Y/n laid on her bed, and repeated herself. “I said ‘good’. I like Dad better than you anyway. And wait until he hears about what you just did to me. He’s not going to be happy.”

After about 30 minutes, Damien came back, and saw Sherry waiting in the living room. “You’re slut, I mean, daughter was looking for you.” “Sherry, not this again. We constantly go back and forth with this. She’s not anything you call her; she’s our daughter, and should be treated as such.”

As soon as Y/n heard glass shatter, she had a feeling that her dad was home, but that another argument had broken out. “Sherry! Stop talking like that! If Y/n is still here, she could probably hear us. And I’m not having her listen to this.”

“Damien, don’t give me that tongue! You know as much as I do that it’s true! So what if she hears us? She’s not old enough to live on her own yet, and in case you have forgotten, she’s the reason why we started arguing like this in the first place! How many times do I have to remind you; I never wanted her to begin with. The only reason I didn’t get rid of her is because at the time I was a coward.”

Wait…does this mean that Dad didn’t and doesn’t want me either??

“Sherry, I will not have you bad mouth our daughter anymore! You’ve been verbally and emotionally abusing her since the age of seven! I’m not doing this with you anymore. I’m taking Y/n, and we’re leaving.” Sherry started throwing everything she could grab at Damien, and the latter kept dodging.

“Damien, why do you care about a fucking whore like the one upstairs?! She’s pathetic! She can’t even defend herself!”

By this point, Y/n was silently crying, while listening to the argument escalate. She tossed her backpack out the window, and once again, climbed out and down.

She closed the window, and made sure that it was loud enough for both her parents to hear. Just as she was about to leave, she heard her dad’s voice. “Look what you’ve done now, Sherry Jane Adams.”

Y/n ran all the way to Deku’s house, and knocked on the door. “Y/n?” Deku said, surprised, opening the door. “Hey, what’s wrong? What happened?”

“Izuku Midoriya.” She sobbed, throwing herself against his chest. He stepped away from the door, and let her inside. “Calm down, Y/n. Breathe. Take a few deep breaths, and calm down.” As Deku tried comforting her the best he could, Inko walked in the room, and asked what happened.

“I don’t know, Mom. She just got here, and hasn’t said anything. I’m trying to calm her down, but she’s hysterical.” Inko walked into the kitchen, and got Y/n some water and some snacks.

After a while, Y/n finally started calming down, and explained what happened. “Oh my.” Inko said, putting her hand over her mouth in horror. “And she slapped me for the first time as well.” Y/n added, starting to tear up again.

Hearing this infuriated Deku. “Mom, can you call Katsuki for me?” “No Katsuki!!” Y/n shrieked. “Katsu…get…mad.” Deku looked at his mom, and shrugged his shoulders.

“Izuku honey, take Y/n to the guest room, and help her get settled, would you? Im going to let her dad know that she’ll be staying here for the night.” Deku took Y/n to the guest room, and asked if she needed anything. “No thanks, Freckles. Im alright. Just thinking about what Mom said.” Deku hugged her tightly, and told her that she could stay with him and his mom for as long as she wanted to.

This made Y/n smile a little bit, and hugged Deku back. “Wait right here. Im getting you some ice for your face. I’ll be right back.” Y/n laid on the bed, and curled herself into a ball, and began crying again. About five minutes later, Deku came back, and handed the ice to her.

She smiled through her tears, and thanked him. The rest of the day quickly turned to night, and Y/n couldn’t stop thinking about the next day at school, specifically how Bakugo would react if he saw the bruise on her face.

Without realizing it, Y/n ended up falling asleep, and completely forgot that she had her uniform still on. Izuku carefully took her shoes off for her, and set them by the nightstand.

He then lifted the blanket from under her, and covered her up. “You rest up, Puppy. I’m just going downstairs with my mom, and I’m only a call, or in this case, a yell away.” He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, left the room, and cracked the door.

“Okay, talk to you later, Mr. Martinez. I won’t say anything about it. Izuku is in the guest room with her, or was, he just walked into the kitchen. Anyways, yeah. I’ll be sure to tell her when she wakes up.” Just before Inko got off the phone, Izuku looked at her, and asked if Y/n’s dad was aware of what happened.

Inko shook her head, and quickly told him, what his wife did to Y/n for the first time. “What?!” He bellowed, not believing what he just heard. “I’ll call you back later, Ms. Midoriya. Thank you for telling me.” After getting off the phone, Inko had a feeling that things were getting worse between Y/n’s parents.

A few hours had passed, and a loud thud was heard from Y/n’s room. “Ow. That hurt.” She said, as Deku opened the door. “You alright, Coffee Bean? What happened?” Y/n sat up, and was holding the back of her head. “Hey, Freckles. Yeah, I’m fine, just fell off the bed.” She chuckled lightly.

“Come downstairs, Mom is making dinner. Also, it looks like the slap bruise has gotten better. That ice must’ve worked.” She nodded, and said that while the slap bruise didn’t look as bad as it did, she probably had a giant knot on the back of her head.

“Come on, Coffee Bean. You must be starving. I didn’t even see you eat lunch today.” Deku said, as he helped her up. The two of them walked downstairs, and were met with the smell of dinner once they entered the kitchen.

“Oh, you’re finally awake, Y/n. Go take a seat, and I’ll bring the dinner to the table. Izuku, do you mind getting the rolls over on the counter for me?”

As the three of them sat down and started eating, it was only now that Inko had realized how much the swelling of the slap bruise had gone down. She smiled softly, and looked towards Izuku.

After dinner, Y/n went back to her room, and changed into one of Deku’s oversized shirts, and a pair of shorts. Deku walked in just as she finished changing, and almost saw her changing. “What’s up, Zuku?” She asked, sitting on the bed.

“I was just coming to check on you, Coffee Bean. Does that bruise still hurt at all? I can get more ice if it does.” “It’s fine, Freckles. Don’t worry about me, I’m fine.”

‘I wish I had aborted her, Damien! Or given her up for adoption! Why can’t you fucking understand that?!’

Y/n wiped the single tear away, and texted her mom telling her to check who she just sent that message to. ‘Why? I sent it to your father! And how do you know what I sent to him?’

‘Maybe because you sent it to ME instead! Next time check who’s contact you’re on, before sending messages…so you don’t end up sending them to the wrong person.’

‘Damn Bitch! I know who I sent that message to, you probably just have your dad’s phone with you. Why did you even tell him about the slap? It’s not that big of a deal. You can handle a little slap, can’t you?’

Y/n seethed quietly, and gritted her teeth. ‘Not a big deal?! Are you fucking kidding me?! You slapped me so damn hard that it left a bruise the size of a hard boiled egg! Not to mention, the fact that you slapped me just because I said I wanted to talk to Dad about something! And I heard what you called me when he got home; a fucking slut. Why don’t you love me anymore?’

‘You want to know why? You really want to know why? It’s because you ruined my life, Slutty Bitch!’

She threw her phone across the room, and laid down, grabbing a pillow, and held it against her face, and screamed into it. “Coffee Bean, are you alright?” Deku asked, reaching out to place a comforting hand on her knee.

“Izuku Midoriya, can you do me a favor? A HUGE favor.” He looked at her with an eyebrow curiously raised, and asked what the favor was. Completely removing the pillow away from her face, she looked at him sadly, tears pricking the corner of her eyes.

“I’ll actually ask you tomorrow. After class. For now, just know that I love you, Izuku Midoriya.” Hearing the tone of her voice become so dull and soft suddenly worried Izuku, but he knew it would be futile to ask what she was saying.

With a worried look, he slowly got off the bed, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Making his way back to his own room, he flopped down onto his bed, and stared at the ceiling in worry and confusion.

When he woke up, he heard faint singing coming from down the hall, and wondered what was going on. The closer he got to the noise, the louder and more clear it became. “🎶Forward march and here we go; members of the Agency Bakugo.🎶” he heard coming from the other side of Y/n’s door.

He tried opening the door, but realized it was locked. “C-Coffee Bean? A-are you alright in there? You haven’t sang that song before at all, unless you were teasing Kaachan. What’s going on?” Deku asked as he knocked on her door.

“🎶Forward march, and here we go; members of the Agency Bakugo.🎶” was the only response he got. Once he heard the door unlock, he twisted the door open, and saw Y/n sitting on her bed, having almost no expression on her face. “Morning.” Was all she said, before getting up, and walking out of the room.

As Deku watched her walk around the house, he knew something had obviously happened last night, because usually Y/n would be smiling in the mornings, and actually talking to him, or at least acknowledging him.

Her behavior wasn’t much better when they got to school, because everyone that tried talking to her just ended up getting ignored, even the ash blonde himself.

“Hey Explosion. How are y-wait a minute. Come here.” Deku just realized that Y/n didn’t put on any makeup like she usually does, and he also realized that Bakugo most likely just saw the bruise on her face.

“What happened, Explosion? Why do you have a bruise on your face?” She just looked at him with an annoyed expression, and he took a step back. “Deku, get over here for a minute. I wanna know, do you know what’s going on with her?”

“No, I don’t, Kaachan. After she came to my house last night, she threw herself into my arms, after saying my full name. Every time she said my name last night, it was my full name. She didn’t say any of my nicknames, or even my actual name this morning. She literally just said the word ‘morning’, before giving me the silent treatment the whole way here; although, she was singing your song from when we were kids.”

Bakugo turned to look at her, and noticed she wasn’t even trying to fight back, or pull away. “The hell?” He said, quietly. “Let me go, Katsuki.” He grunted in surprise, because she almost never called him by his first name.

“Not until you tell me what’s going on with you. This isn’t how you normally act, so what’s up?” “Let go, Katsuki Bakugo.” Her tone was cold, even more so than Todoroki’s. Bakugo heard the venom laced in her voice, and knew she was serious.

Kirishima soon walked over, and asked what was going on. The minute Bakugo loosened his grip, Y/n walked off, purposefully bumping into the redhead. “Geez, what’s wrong with her? She’s never like this. I mean, she would usually apologize if she bumped into someone, but it seemed like this time it was on purpose.” Kirishima said, rubbing his shoulder.

“Kiri, Blasty, Midoriya, come on, we’re going to be late for class! Hurry up!” Kaminari called out, noticing the blank look on Y/n’s face. “Hey, Sparks. How are y-“ he was suddenly cut off by Y/n punching him in the face, nearly breaking his nose.

“Ow! What was that for, Sparks? You never swing your fists at me, unless we’re training, and even then you never go for the face, or head.” She raised her fist again, and was about to punch him again, until Sero stopped her with his tape. She turned her gaze to look at him, and noticed his face go from smiling to one of fear.

Nobody had ever seen this side of Y/n, so they didn’t know what to do. Everyone walked inside the school, trying to keep their distance from Y/n the best they could, but it wasn’t easy.

“Bakubro, what’s going on? Why’s my gemstone acting so weird? This isn’t how she usually is.” “I don’t know, Shitty Hair. Let me try and talk to her later. Deku said this morning she was singing my song from when we were kids, and she usually only does it to tease me, so her doing it out of the blue like this is a little strange.”

“Everyone listen up, today we are going to be testing your quirks against various ‘villains’. In other words, you will be paired up to test your quirks against dummies and robots that me and a few other teachers have set up. Go change into your hero costumes, and meet me at the training grounds.”

As everyone got up to get changed, Bakugo noticed the look in Y/n’s eyes, and had a bad feeling about it. “Oi, Raccoon Eyes.” He said, catching Mina’s attention. “Keep your distance from Y/n, but also keep an eye on her if you can. I don’t know what’s going on with her, but something is definitely wrong. Tell the other girls the same thing.”

Before training even started, Y/n had walked over to one of the buildings, and punched it so hard that almost all the windows on the first two floors shattered.

Everyone gasped in surprise, and looked behind them. Aizawa used his quirk on her, but realized that even with her quirk gone, she was still destroying the windows of the building like it was nothing.

He gulped nervously, and used his capture scarf to restrict her movements. She quickly turned around, and began glaring daggers at her teacher.

Without realizing what he was doing, Kaminari began walking over towards her, and couldn’t even get one word out before getting backhanded so hard that he got sent ten feet away, and nearly had a rock fall on him. “Gemstone, what’s going on? That’s the second time you hit Kaminari today, and training hasn’t even started yet.”

She turned her gaze away from her classmates, and walked to the side, pulling her teachers scarf off her. She began fidgeting with the collar of her hero costume, and still had her moms words echoing in her mind.

She got up after about 5 minutes, and walked over to her teacher. She whispered indistinctly, to where Jiro couldn’t even hear what was said. Mr. Aizawa gave Y/n a nod, and said to see him after class.

She nodded back, and walked over to the bench. It was only now that Bakugo noticed that she was wearing a necklace, but couldn’t tell which one, until he saw the star.

She picked the star up, and squeezed it in her hand, before letting it go again, and sitting with her knees to her chest. She sobbed into her arms, and heard Aizawa pair her classmates up for training.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but she got up after hearing Bakugo and Kirishima’s names. She got up, and walked over to her two classmates. Approaching the ash blonde from behind, he almost backhanded her, until he felt someone hug him.

He grunted in surprise, and looked down at his chest, and immediately knew who it was. “What is it, you damn Idiot? Can’t you see I’m in the middle of something?” She buried her face in his back, and hugged him tighter.

“Damn, if you hug me any tighter, then you might as well be All Might. That wasn’t cue to actually hug me tighter, Idiot. You trying to suffocate me here?” She softly whispered something in his ear, which made him growl lowly.

“Me and you are having a talk when class is over, got that, Dumbass?” She nodded against his back, and wished him and Kirishima luck.

After they finished, it was Uraraka and Deku’s turn, then Ojiro and her. “Uraraka, do you see anymore villains around? All clear on my end.” “No, but I’m still looking. Deku, on your left!” Deku powered up his quirk, and used a Detroit Smash, and completely obliterated the robot.

“Uraraka, next time try not to overuse your quirk. Midoriya, try aiming your punches more clearly and more accurately. Also, try not to use all your power, or most on three villains. Keep in mind, some villains might have a quirk that can drain energy from other quirk users, so keep that in mind. Both of you pass. Next up is Ojiro and Martinez.”

As both of them got in front of Aizawa, he noticed Y/n seemed to calm down a little bit, but still had that same look in her eyes. “Erasure, hold up a minute. I’ve gotta ask my Explosion something real quick.” Bakugo grabbed her wrist gently, and pulled her to the side.

“Is that all she said? Or did she say anything else? You don’t have to tell me right now if you don’t want to, but just let me know when class is over. Please. You’re my little Explosion, and I want to be here for you whenever I can.” She nodded, and gave a soft smile. She looked to the side, then back at the ash blonde.

“Understood.” He wished her luck, as she began walking back towards her teacher. “I’m not going to ask what that was about because frankly, it’s none of my business, but I will say this. I do want to know why you’ve been so aggressive and moody today. This isnt like you.”

She gave her teacher the same gesture, and then lowered her head slightly, and raised her eyebrows subtly. Aizawa nodded slowly, and looked towards the rest of the class, then back to her. She only gave a slight nod, but Aizawa noticed, and said that she would have to do at least some talking and communicating, just so Ojiro didn’t think she was ignoring him.

She gave a thumbs up, and waited until Aizawa told them they could start.

“Y/n, if I lift you up, do you think you’ll be able to spot any villains?” Ojiro asked looking around, as he picked her up with his tail. She nodded, and activated one of her many quirks. “Two on the left, I wanna say at least three on the right, one in front that has a cannon, and one underground. Walk sideways, and be careful where you step! There’s traps all around here! There’s a land mine about three or four feet in front of you, so be careful. Stick to the wall!”

As Ojiro followed her instructions, she almost missed a second villain that was hiding underground. “Ojiro, set me down, and use your tail as a springboard, and launch yourself in the air to avoid the mine in front of you! Be careful where you land though, because there’s traps everywhere!” As Y/n was helping Ojiro, she didn’t realize that there was a trap in front of her, so one misstep caused her to get stuck.

Ojiro heard her yelp in surprise, and was going to go back, until Y/n told him that he was about to get ambushed. As Ojiro was trying to keep the robots at bay, Y/n activated another quirk, and managed to free herself from the net she was stuck in.

“Ojiro, take cover!” Y/n yelled, as she sent a giant gust of wind past Ojiro, and got a direct hit on the three robots that were ambushing her training partner.

She then flew herself over, and punched the biggest robot so hard, that it exploded with such force, causing her to get sent flying backwards.

She crashed into a building, causing a whole floor of windows to shatter. She groaned in pain, just as she landed, slamming her head against the wall, leaving a hole behind her.

All Ojiro heard was the sound of distant windows breaking, followed by an echoing thump. He winced as he looked behind him, knowing that Y/n had most likely slammed against something. Losing concentration almost caused him to get crushed by the first underground villain that had yet to show itself.

“O..ji..ro, be..hind..you.” He heard faintly in his earpiece. He quickly turned around, and knew he wouldn’t be able to take down the robot without assistance. “Y/n, are you alright? I need backup! I need help.” All he heard on Y/n’s side was ragged breathing, and heavy sighs.

Damn! This is bad, if I dont do something quickly, then I’ll get crushed! Where’s Kirishima when you need him?

Suddenly, Ojiro heard what sounded like water running, but it sounded like a heavy waterfall. “Oh shit.” He said, barely dodging the rushing water.

“And time.” Aizawa said, just as the water overpowered the robot. “Martinez, nice use of your quirks, but next time don’t overdo it to the point where you’re too drained or hurt to move. Ojiro, good thinking picking Martinez up, and asking her to scan the area. Losing your concentration, however is something you both have to work on. Ojiro, while the both of you did well, you both overdid it. You pass, but only barely. That’s it for class today. Good work everyone, and I’m impressed with how much you’ve all improved over time. Next time, we’ll do something we’ve already done, but a little different. Next week is more quirk training, but with us teachers as the villains, and you as the heroes. The only difference this time is that the teachers and students will be teamed up. For example, I might be paired with Jiro, while Tokoyami and Yaoyorozu might be a team.”

As everyone was leaving the training grounds, Ojiro walked over to Y/n, but suddenly got stopped. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Ojiro froze in place, unable to move. “Where do you think you’re going, Hero-in-Training?”

Ojiro’s lip quivered as he stood there, feet glued to the floor. “You don’t mind if I take you back to the base with me, now do you?” Y/n stood in the distance, leaning against the wall for support.

“You…leave…him…alone.” She strained, coughing up blood. “He’s…done nothing…to you. If (wheezing) you’re going to take someone, take me.”

Y/n stumbled slightly, finding it harder to stay awake. “I don’t know what your motive is this time, but you’re not getting away, Shigaraki! If you’re after someone, take me away from here!” “Y/n, shut up! You can barely talk as it is! We have to get you to Recovery Girl!”

She shook her head, and continued making her way over to Shigaraki and Ojiro, while stumbling. “Don’t…me. I’m…fine. You….im…por…tant.” “No you are not, Y/n! Oh shit!” Ojiro quickly brushed past Shigaraki, and ran over to Y/n, just as she lost her balance, and fell.

He caught her just in time, and realized she was on the brink of losing consciousness. “Fuck.” He mumbled under his breath, standing up, and carrying Y/n bridal style. “I’m taking you to Recovery Girl, alright? Then I’m letting Mr. Aizawa know about our encounter just now. But until I get you to the nurse, try and stay awake. Please.”

Just as Ojiro started walking away, Shigaraki grabbed him by the tail, but left his pinky dangling. “Let go of me, dude!” Ojiro said, turning around. “Okay, if you insist.” Shigaraki said, as he let Ojiro’s tail go, causing the latter to fall forward.

Luckily Y/n had just enough strength to push Ojiro backwards, to keep him from falling. “Y/n, save your breath! You’re already about to lose consciousness due to you overusing your quirks!”

“Like I said…don’t….me.” Ojiro growled in frustration, because he knew that Y/n needed help, but at the same time, he didn’t want to just let Shigaraki get away.

He quickly ran out of the area, and saw the rest of his classmates heading back inside. Bakugo heard heavy breathing behind him, and turned around. “Explosion?! What the hell happened?”

As Ojiro explained the situation, Bakugo growled so loudly that it echoed throughout the training grounds. “Damn you, Wrinkled Villain! Damn it! Give her to me, and you go catch up with the others.”

Y/n slowly opened her eyes, and looked around the room, realizing she was in Recovery Girls office. “What happened? Where’s Shigaraki?” She tried to speak, but her voice came out as a whisper.

Recovery Girl walked over, and told her that she had been out for the last three days. Y/n pointed to her neck, and tried asking what happened with her voice.

“Well, Bakugo brought you in here, but a student from 1-B had stopped him, and fried your throat.” Y/n knew immediately who would do something like that.

Neito Monoma.

“After you were brought here, I healed you and everything, but the student had grabbed your throat, and burned it so badly that it almost completely destroyed your vocal cords. So, I’m afraid that for at least the next week, you’re going to be a bit of a mute.”

Y/n couldn’t believe what she was hearing. First her parents start arguing about her, then she gets slapped by her mom; gets insulted, almost breaks Denki’s nose, and now this?

Damn, this is just one bad thing after another. And it all started with my mom saying that she didn’t even want me! What the actual shit?

Deku came by Recovery Girl’s office a little while later, and asked how Y/n was doing. “She’s alright, but still needs some rest to completely recover. Her throat was badly burned, so she’s going to be a bit of a mute for at least the next week.”

He walked over to her, and asked her about the favor she wanted to ask him earlier. She reached for her phone, and typed something, then showed it to him. “What do you mean don’t worry about it? What’s going on? You’re never like this, Puppy.”

She handed her phone to him, before telling him to not say anything to Bakugo. Deku hesitantly took the phone, and asked why she handed her phone to him.

“Look…messages.” He didn’t want to go through her phone, but figured that since she was letting him, he was going to snoop, just enough to figure out why she’s been acting weird since yesterday afternoon.

Once he got to her messages, he asked her why she wanted him to look at her messages. “Mom.”

Deku went to her mom’s contact, and scrolled up enough to fully understand what was going on. The very first message he read that got him mad was her mom saying that she should’ve gotten rid of Y/n while she had the chance.

Deku continued reading the messages, but soon found it hard to keep going. He looked up at her, and noticed she was looking to the side. He set her phone down, and sat on the bed with her.

“Puppy/Coffee Bean, why didn’t you tell me earlier? Wait, was that why you were singing Kaachan’s song the other day?” She just nodded, and it soon clicked in Deku’s mind what the favor most likely was.

He only hoped he was wrong though. “If you don’t mind me asking, what was the favor? I know you already said for me not to worry about it, but I want to know.”

“BlackWhip…me…restrain…” Deku’s eyes saddened, but were also filled with anger. “I’ll be right back, Martinez. I’m just going to go find someone.”

Y/n knew instantly who Deku was getting, but didn’t have the mental energy to stop him. “What the hell are you talking about, Deku?! Yeah, she’s been acting weird the last few days, but that doesn’t mean she’s got something happening at home!”

“Katsuki, shut the fuck up, and come with me. I mean it, Katsuki.” Bakugo shut up real quick, because he’s never heard Deku call him anything other than ‘Kaachan’.

Deku didn’t even have to ask, because Y/n nodded, and typed a message to Deku before handing her phone to him. “Alright, Coffee Bean, but we’re talking about this in the dorms. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. I’m not letting you deal with this shit anymore.”

Y/n and Bakugo froze, because neither of them have ever seen this side of Deku before. “Explosion, what the hell’s going on here? I want to know right now.”

After staying with Recovery Girl for another three days, Y/n was free to go back to class, but was told to try and not talk too much until her throat completely healed. She nodded, and thanked her.

Anytime someone tried talking to Y/n, they just got ignored, or got death glares from Y/n. While in class one day, Y/n got another message from her mom, that nearly pushed her over the edge.

‘Hey, Useless, did you tell your dad anything else that happened? I know you like him more than me, and you’d rather live with him, so how would it make you feel if I stopped being your mother, and took your dad with me, and moved? We’d get new identities, and phone numbers, so you couldn’t be in contact with us anymore.’

‘No the fuck you’re not! You can leave if you want to, since you obviously never wanted me in the fucking first place, but you are not taking Dad with you! And you’re right, I DO love Dad more than you! At least he doesn’t insult me left and right, and say that he never wanted me!’

As the argument between Y/n and her mom was quickly escalating, Y/n couldn’t take it anymore, so she ran out of the classroom in tears, and locked herself in the bathroom.

Everyone looked at each other in confusion, but Bakugo and Deku looked at each other in concern. “Ashido, would you and one other girl go check on Y/n for me? Bakugo, can I have a word with you in the hall for a minute?”

Bakugo, Mina, and YaoMomo all got up from their seats, and left the classroom; the two girls went to the bathroom to check on Y/n, while Bakugo was talking with their teacher.

“Y/n, love? Are you okay? What’s going on?” Mina asked, knocking on one of the stalls. “Go away, Mina! I’m not in the mood.” Y/n sobbed, as she continued cutting her wrist. Mina noticed blood drip to the floor, and felt her heart break a little.

“Y/n, talk to me, please. YaoMomo is with me, and we’re both really worried about you.” Y/n took off her necklace Bakugo had given her. She then wiped her eyes, and put her blood stained razor back in her pocket, and rolled her sleeve back down.

She unlocked the door a few minutes later, and walked out of the stall, and over to the sink. She splashed water on her face, and quickly left the bathroom.

Just before reentering the classroom, she tapped Bakugo on the shoulder, and gave him her necklace, before walking away. “I love you, Katsuki Bakugou. Thank you for the necklace, and always being there for me. You and Izuku Midoriya both. I appreciate that.” She said, looking at the ash blonde, while making a heart with her hands.

He, Aizawa, Mina, and YaoMomo all stood there in a daze, and watched her retreating figure get smaller and smaller.

‘I love you.’

Was all Y/n texted to the class group chat, before silencing her phone, as she began making her way to the roof.

👽: ‘Y/n?! What’s that supposed to mean? Talk to me. What’s going on?’

💵💸💰: ‘Y/n, hon, you there? Talk to us. What’s going on? You’re never like this. Please talk to us so we can help you.’

🎶🎧🎸: ‘Rockstar? Hello? Why aren’t you answering us?’

🥦🦸‍♀️🦸: ‘Coffee Bean? What are you doing?’

Pushing the double doors open, Y/n made her way over to the roof, and checked her phone. She went to the class group chat, and began typing.

😀😃: ‘Just as I was about to take my shoes off of the rooftop, there I see a girl with braided hair here before me’

🎶🎧🎸: ‘My Rockstar, what are you doing on the roof? And why’d you take your shoes off? What’s wrong?’

👽: ‘Love, please don’t do anything crazy. Come back to class and we can talk things out. Please!’

🥦🦸‍♀️🦸: ‘Puppy? Is this about the messages I saw? If it is, let’s talk about it. You don’t have to do this!’

🔌⚡️: ‘Sparks, I’m not entirely sure what’s going on here, but I agree with the others. Let’s talk things out. I’m sure we can help you…but for that to happen, we need you to talk to us.’

😀😃: ‘Despite myself, I go and scream "Hey, don't do it, please!"’

👽: ‘Y/n, what are you saying? If the girl you saw was about to jump, and you saved her, then that’s awesome, but that doesn’t change the fact that YOU need to get off the roof. Why are you even up there to begin with? And what roof for that matter?!’

💵💸💰: ‘I agree with Mina. You need to get down, Y/n. And again, why do you even have your shoes off in the first place?’

👟👟: ‘Martinez, please get down. And also, it’s not nice to scream at people.’

😀😃: ‘Whoa, wait a minute, what did I just say? I couldn't care less, either way. To be honest, I was somewhat pissed.’

🎈🎈: ‘Why are you mad, Y/n? And what do you mean you could care less? That not the Y/n we know, you’d never say something like that. You’re one of the most caring people in our class.’

🔌⚡️: ‘And what do you mean what did you just say? You just said that you were on a rooftop, then you said that you told someone not to jump. What’s going on here, Sparks? What are you talking about?’

🥦🦸‍♀️🦸: ‘Puppy, I don’t know what’s going on with you exactly, but if I had to guess, I’d say it’s got something to do with the messages you showed me. I’m not sure what you’re trying to say, or hint at, but I do know that you said you wanted to talk to me and Kaachan about something in the dorms, or anywhere that wasn’t Recovery Girl’s office.’

🐸🪷: ‘Ribbit. Froglet, you know we’re all here for you. So please, tell us what’s going on. Kero. We all want to help in any way we can, but we can’t do anything, if we don’t know anything. You’re scaring me, Lilypad. I don’t want anything happening to you. As a matter of fact, where are you? I’m coming to get you down, Lilypad.’

😀😃: ‘This was an opportunity missed; the girl with braided hair told me her woes; you've probably heard it all before: “I really thought that he might be the one, but then he told me he was done.’

🎶🎧🎸: ‘Wait, is that all that’s going on, my little Rockstar? A break up? And Midoriya, you keep mentioning something about messages you saw. What’s that about, and what messages are you even referring to? The only messages I know about are the ones from Y/n that sound sketchy and alarming.’

🥦🦸‍♀️🦸: ‘Y/n showed me her messages on her phone, and let’s just say that they’re not good. From what I’ve read, it seems like-‘

😀😃: ‘Don’t say anything about it, Midoriya. Please. No one else needs to know. Besides it’s not that important anyway.’

🔌⚡️: ‘Y/n, did you just break character? Doesn’t matter. Will you finally tell us what’s going on?’

👟👟: ‘I’m with Kaminari on this one, Martinez. Besides, you haven’t answered a single question anyone has asked you yet. That’s kinda rude, y’know.’

🐱🐶: ‘Also, what do you mean by opportunity missed? What opportunity are you taking about? And why haven’t we heard anything from Shoji, Bakugo, Sero, Todoroki, Tokoyami, Kirishima, or Ojiro?’

🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛: ‘I’m right here, Koda. Sorry it took so long for me to say anything, but anyways, I’d say the point still stands. What opportunity are you talking about, Darkness? And if this is because of a break up, then, why? I mean I get it, break ups are the worst, but that doesn’t mean you have to go this far or anything.’

🐙🦑: ‘Tokoyami’s right, Y/n. Just because someone broke your heart, doesn’t mean you should just let it consume you, or that you have to do anything drastic like this. Besides, I’m sure you’ll find the one for you sooner or later. Wait, guys, she said the girl with braided hair said that. The line was “the girl with braided hair told me her woes; you’ve probably heard it all before. “‘I really thought that he might be the one, but then he told me he was done.”’’

The others in the group chat didn’t catch that, until Shoji pointed it out. Quick side note: Aoyama isn’t going to be a part of this story, and neither is Sato.

🎶🎧🎸: ‘Why does it matter what the line was? I don’t think it hardly matters, or makes a difference. Y/n, my little Rockstar, why won’t you just talk to us? That’s all we’re asking.’

😀😃: ‘For God's sake, please! Are you serious? I just can't believe that for some stupid reason, you got here before me.’

🔌⚡️: ‘What do you mean before you, Sparks? I mean, I agree that it is a stupid reason, but like I just asked, what do you mean by before you? Wait, don’t tell me you were actually going to…?’

🥦🦸‍♀️🦸: ‘Kaminari, I’m not sure if that’s what she’s hinting at, but let’s just wait and see. If anymore of her texts seem sketchy, then I’ll go get Aizawa, and let him know what’s going on.’

🎶🎧🎸: ‘Midoriya, I think Kaminari has a point here. It is a stupid reason for jumping, if that what she’s thinking about doing, but at the same time, I want to know what she means by before her as well. So, my little Rockstar, what did you mean by that?’

🐙🦑: ‘Guys, she probably didn’t mean it in that kind of way; but it still does seem sketchy. Let’s just wait and see what else she says. If it seems to be getting too sketchy, then I’ll let Aizawa know.’

📼: ‘Should we really wait though? I mean, what if we wait too long, and something ends up happening with Y/n? That could be bad.’

As Sero was texting, Y/n typed the next line, but nobody saw or read it, because they were too busy talking with Sero, and each other.

🎶🎧🎸: ‘Wait guys, hold up. I just saw another message from Y/n. Everyone stop texting for just a minute, otherwise we won’t be able to see the next lines.’

😀😃: ‘Are you upset 'cause you can't have what you wanted? You're lucky that you've never gotten robbed of anything.’

🐸🪷: ‘Guys, I just read the next line. And the messages seem to be getting a little bit more sketchy the more Y/n types. Read the message she just sent, and tell me what you guys think.’

🔥❄️: ‘Snowflake, what do you mean? Did someone rob you?’

👟👟: ‘If someone did, then that’s something you should tell Aizawa about. I’m sure he could help you find whatever it is, and get it back to you.’

💥🧨🔥: ‘Who the hell robbed you, Explosion?! I’ll fucking murder their ass! Tell me who they are!’

🥦🦸‍♀️🦸: ‘Kaachan, calm down. I don’t think it’s that kind of robbed. I could be wrong, but I don’t think I am.’

🪨: ‘If it’s not that kind of robbed, then what else could it be, Midoriya? What kind of robbed are you thinking of?’

🥦🦸‍♀️🦸: ‘I can’t say, Kirishima, but trust me on this. It’s not the kind of robbed you’re thinking of.’

🪨: ‘Tell us, man. It wouldn’t be very manly of you if you didn’t enlighten us about what’s going on.’

🔌⚡️: ‘Yeah, come on, Midoriya. Enlighten us. If you know something we don’t, fill us in. We want to help, but we can’t do that if we don’t know anything.’

💥🧨🔥: ‘TELL US WHAT THE HELL IT IS THAT YOU MEAN, DEKU! IM NOT MESSING AROUND! THIS IS MY EXPLOSION WERE TALKING ABOUT, SO IF YOU KNOW SOMETHING, SPILL THE FUCKING BEANS, AND TELL US!’

🥋: ‘Bakugo, you don’t always have to scream, especially when texting. But, he’s got a point, Midoriya. If you know something that we don’t, then tell us. Don’t keep us in the dark. I thought we were all friends, and if that’s the case, then I don’t think friends should keep things from each other.’

👽: ‘Yeah, tell us, Midoriya. We all want to help.’

💵💸💰: ‘Why are you and Y/n both acting so weird, Midoriya? Before, you were talking just as much as the rest of us, but now, you’ve basically gone silent on us. What’s that about?’

🎈🎈: ‘Come on Deku. We’re not going to stop asking. Besides, Bakugo told me that almost any time you found out something new about someone, you take notes. I guess Y/n is the only exception, huh? Anyways, I’m getting off topic. We’re all curious to know what you’re talking about.’

😀😃: ‘I'm feeling better, thank you for listening; the girl with braided hair then disappeared. Alright, today's the day, or so I thought, just as I took both of my shoes off. There was but a girl, short as can be;’

💥🧨🔥: ‘Shorter than you? They must be a fucking dwarf at that point. And why the hell do you keep taking your damn shoes off? What the hell is wrong with you, idiot? Just keep them on! Especially if you’re outside! You could get a damn infection otherwise, stupid idiot.’

🥦🦸‍♀️🦸: ‘Kaachan! That’s mean, and yeah, I get it; Y/n’s not the tallest in the class, but she’s not a dwarf either! But you do have a bit of a point. Why do you keep taking your shoes off, Coffee Bean? Also, i just remembered that you said you were outside. Why haven’t you came back inside yet?’

Everyone else seemed too busy with messaging each other to pay attention to the messages Y/n was sending now, everyone apart from Bakugo and Deku that is.

😀😃: ‘Despite myself, I go and scream; the petite girl told me her woes; You've probably heard it all before.’

💥🧨🔥: ‘Why the hell are you repeating yourself, you damn idiot? You’ve already said this! Let me guess, next line is going to be another stupid reason. Just hurry up and type the next line, fucking Nerd.’

🥦🦸‍♀️🦸: ‘Kaachan!’

😀😃: ‘Everyone ignores me, everyone steals; I don't fit in with anyone here.’

💥🧨🔥: ‘Let me guess “For God’s sake please! Are you serious? I just can’t believe that for some stupid reason you got here before me?”’

🎶🎧🎸: ‘'Cause even so, you're still loved by everyone at home. There's always dinner waiting on the table, you know.’

😀😃: ‘“Im hungry said the girl as she shed a tear. The girl short as can be then disappeared.’

👽: ‘You saved someone else, Y/n? Good for you! And Jiro, how did you and Bakugo know what she was going to type next?’

🎶🎧🎸: ‘It took me a minute to realize that it’s a song. I’ve heard before when I was younger, but I had forgotten about it. I don’t know how Bakugo knew though.’

💥🧨🔥: ‘It’s because the damn pipsqueak was repeating herself. And if you extras were actually paying attention, then maybe you’d know that!’

Y/n messaged Deku alone, and told him that she actually wasn’t loved by everyone at home.

🥦: ‘What’s that supposed to mean, Coffee Bean?’

😀😃🥲: ‘Do you remember me telling you to look through my messages? Did you see the way my mom texted me? She’s the one who doesn’t love me, and I honestly don’t think she ever did. My dad’s always been the one to take care of me growing up, while my mom usually just sat in the corner barely even acknowledging me. I haven’t told anyone about this, not even Katsuki. Please don’t say anything about this to the rest of the class. I’ll tell them later.’

A few minutes later, they both went back to the group chat, and Y/n continued texting the next set of lyrics.

😀😃: ‘And like that, there was someone every day; I listened to their tale, I made them turn away. And yet there was no one who would do this for me; no way I could let out all this pain.’

🎶🎧🎸: ‘Pain? What kind of pain are you talking about, my little Rockstar? If you’re in pain, then why don’t you go see Recovery Girl?’

💵💸💰: ‘Everyday? What do you mean everyday? Why are you going outside, and taking your shoes off everday? Just like Bakugo said earlier, you can get infections if you do that.’

💥🧨🔥: ‘What the hell do you mean you’re in pain, you damn Nerd? Which one of the idiotic extras hurt you?!’

😀😃: ‘For the very first time, there I see; someone with the same pains as me. Having done this time and time again, she wore a yellow cardigan.’

🎶🎧🎸: ‘Time and time again? And what do you mean for the first time? You still haven’t answered any of our questions about the the pain you said you were in. What’s going on, my little Rockstar? Why won’t you talk to us? And I don’t mean in song lyrics.’

🐸🪷: ‘Wait same pains? Earlier you said there was no way you could let out all your pain. What pain are you talking about, Lilypad? I can go with you to see Recovery Girl, if you want me to.’

👽: ‘Besides, should you even be walking around if you’re in pain? It could make it worse.’

🥦🦸‍♀️🦸: ‘Guys, I got Aizawa! He just joined our group chat.’

😴😴: ‘What’s going on here, Problem Children? I was in the middle of taking a nap. This better be good, or important.’

Everyone: ‘Backscroll, Mr. Aizawa!’

👽: ‘It’s Y/n-Chan! I think she’s thinking about doing something bad!!’

😀😃: ‘"I just wanna stop the scars that grow, every time that I go home; that's why I came up here instead". That's what the girl in the cardigan said.’

😴😴: ‘Martinez, Problem Child, whats going on?! Where are you?! What are you thinking of doing?!!’

🐸🪷: ‘You’re really starting to worry me now, Lilypad. What are you saying? What scars are you talking about? I haven’t seen any scars on you; I never have.’

🥦🦸‍♀️🦸: ‘Y/n, Puppy. Why didn’t you talk to me sooner. I’m so sorry, Coffee Bean. You don’t and didn’t deserve any of that.’

💥🧨🔥: ‘What the hell are you talking about, Deku? She didn’t and doesn’t deserve what?! Also, why the fuck are you apologizing? You didn’t even do anything!’

👽: ‘I’m actually really scared to ask this Y/n, but is your home life okay? Does someone at home hurt you?’

🔌⚡️: ‘Mina! You can’t just ask something like that! Especially out of the blue! My Lightning Bug can handle herself, isn’t that right, Sparks?’

😀😃: ‘Yeah, sure, Kami. Whatever you say.🥲’

🐙🦑: ‘Y/n, please talk to us. We want to help you. We’ve been asking this whole time, but you haven’t said anything, or hardly given a response. And Jiro, what’s the name of this song?’

😴😴: ‘Problem Child, tell me what’s going on! Please! Me, and all of your classmates want to help you!’

🎶🎧🎸: ‘It’s called “My R”, and I believe the “R” stands for “Resolve”. And Shoji is right, Rockstar. You haven’t answered a single question yet. What’s going on? You can talk to us; as a matter of fact, that’s exactly what we want you to do. We want you to talk to us.’

🎈🎈: ‘Why aren’t you responding to us, Y/n? Did we do something to you? I’m sorry if we did.’

📼/🥋: ‘Yeah Y/n. Usually you’re one of the most talkative people in class, but lately, you’ve been uncharacteristically quiet. This isn’t like you. At all. What’s going on? You don’t have to tell us everything, just tell us how we can help you.’

🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛: ‘My Darkness, we all want to help you out, but you’re not doing anything to help us help you. You’re not talking to us.’

🔥❄️: ‘Snowflake, please let us in. Please, don’t keep us in the dark. We’re your friends, and we’re always going to have your back.’

😀😃: ‘Whoa, wait a minute, what did I just say? I couldn't care less, either way; but in the moment I just screamed something that I could not believe; "Hey, don't do it, please!"’

💥🧨🔥: ‘Quit repeating yourself already, you fucking loser! It’s giving me a headache!’

💥🧨🔥 has been removed from the chat by 🥦🦸‍♀️🦸.

👟👟: ‘Why’d you remove Bakugo, Midoriya? I get that he screams everything, even in texts, but was removing him really necessary?’

🥦🦸‍♀️🦸: ‘I’ll talk to Kaachan later, for now, we need to worry about Y/n. I told her that I wouldn’t say anything, but I think you guys should know.’

😀😃: ‘DONT YOU DARE, IZUKU!🤬’

By this point, things were becoming too chaotic in the class group chat, that it stated to overwhelm Y/n and Deku.

😀😃: ‘Ah, what to do? I can't stop this girl, oh this is new; for once, I think I've bitten off more than I can chew. But even so, please just go away, so I can't see your pitiful expression is just too much for me.’

💵💸💰: ‘What do you mean you can’t stop this girl? Did she jump, or are you still trying to talk her out of it?’

🎶🎧🎸: ‘Midoriya, you and Kirishima go run outside, and wait behind the school. Uraraka, you and Tsu take the back of Heights Alliance. Midoriya, text Bakugo and tell him to go with you and Kirishima. Todoroki, you go with Uraraka and Asui!’

As everyone was running to get to where Jiro told them, the rest of the class was wondering what was going on.

😀😃: ‘I guess today is just not my day; she looked away from me and then she disappeared. There's no one here today, I guess it's time; it's just me, myself and I.’

🔌⚡️: ‘Sparks? What do you mean by that? Did you save the girl? And what do you mean by “it’s time”? It’s just you by yourself now? What’s that supposed to mean?’

🎶🎧🎸: ‘Kaminari, everyone that’s still in the group chat, keep texting Y/n! Do NOT let her get off the group chat, or go offline!

😴😴: ‘Ashido, see if you can actually call Martinez. I’m gonna see if I can either meet up with Midoriya, and Kirishima, or with Asui, and Uraraka. Everyone, try and keep Y/n on the phone!’

😀😃: ‘There is no one who can interfere; no one to get in my way here. Taking off my yellow cardigan; watching my braids all come undone. This petite girl, short as can be is gonna jump now and be free. I love you, everyone. Hope you guys enjoyed the song, and our time together.’

😀😃 is offline.

Everyone split up and took either the back of the school, or the back of Heights Alliance, and hoped they weren’t too late.

‘This is the last thing I want to say to you, Mother! Fuck you, and I’m doing you the BIGGEST FAVOR I can. Since you obviously don’t even love me, I hope this makes you happy. Goodbye.’

With that, Y/n tossed her phone behind her, after removing her passcode, and stood on the other side of the railing, and let herself fall.

As she began falling, she looked up at the sky, and smiled as big as she could, finally feeling free from her mom. She had her arms open, and felt the cool breeze against her face, and finally felt at peace.

She felt someone grab her from behind, and wondered who it could’ve been, until she saw blonde spiky hair. Fuck. Out of everyone, why’d he have to be the one to catch me? If he knew how my mom has been treating me, he’d want to kill her. Fuck this shit.

Landing on the ground, Y/n was thrown out of Bakugo’s arms, and skidded down the sidewalk. “What the fuck, you stupid ass Nerd?!? What the hell?!” She heard the sadness in his voice, and looked to the side.

“ANSWER ME, YOU DAMN IDIOT! What the fuck were you thinking!?” “I-“ Bakugo picked her up, and threw her even further down the pathway.

“Why the fuck did you do that?! You’re my Explosion, don’t you understand that, you idiot?! God, how worried were you planning on making me, and the others?!”

“Kaachan! Did you find-Kaachan!” Deku yelled, as he saw what was happening. He ran over, and restrained Bakugo with BlackWhip, and told Kirishima to take care of Y/n.

“Why?! What’s the reasoning behind this?! Why the fuck do you want to die so badly?! What’s so wrong in your life that you feel the need to end it?!?”

“My mom wants me gone.” She muttered, looking at the ground. “She hates me. She always has. She’s never cared about me. She’s been abusing me my whole life; while not physically, emotionally for sure. Dad’s always been good to me, but I don’t think he likes or loves me either. I don’t have anywhere to go, no home to go back to, no family. So, what’s the point in even living anymore? It’s not like anyone actually needs me or wants me. You probably just saved me out of pity, and because Zuku probably told you everything.”

Bakugo growled, and told her to speak up, before he burned the shit out of her. She picked her head up at that, and gave him a soft, sad smile.

“Do it, Katsuki.” She said softly, catching everyone’s attention. “Gemstone, what-?” She looked behind her at Kirishima, and gave him the same smile as Bakugo.

“You know everything, don’t you, Katsuki? I’m sure Izuku told you by now. From the slap, to the messages I showed him.”

Bakugo gave her a confused look, and let himself relax slightly. “What are you talking about, Explosion? The Nerd-Deku-Izuku hasn’t told me anything. What’s going on here, Explosion? Talk to me.”

It was only now that she realized that Deku most likely hadn’t told Bakugo, or anyone anything. “Izu..” she said, softly, before feeling her knees buckle.

Bakugo got out of Deku’s arms, and walked over to his Explosion. He picked her head, and made her look at him.

“My Explosion, my Starshine, please tell me what’s going on. I want to know. I really do.”

She hugged him tightly, and asked him why he even saved her. “Did you not just hear me? I said that you’re my Explosion. And I want to know why you just tried to throw your life away like that.”

[t0mcruize123]

The Alpha is spawned

This is a John Taylor Alpha smut with themes some people may find triggering (it’s sigma aura is lethal) so if ur mildly scared or worried about reading I suggest u don’t to preserve ur own safety👩🏿‍🦲🫶 this is written for my freakmate @mqverick and others may find it confusing and disgusting so tread lightly guys!!!……Xx

“Jawnnnny boy” I looked at John with a smirk, “I made a new Christmas song.”

"Ok what is it?" Said John, trying to chew on his meat he was eating

(that won't be the only meat ;))

"Okay here it goes,” I breathed in deeply, readying myself to sing the song I’d worked so hard on…,

“ON THE 5TH DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY TRUE LOVE GAVE TO ME:

FIVE STDDDDS, FOUR CUM SHOTS, THREE FRENCH MEN, TWO LARGE DILDOS,

AND ALOT OF CUM, IN MY ASSHOLE.”

"Wow Jerome that was... Something" said John, looking disturbed.

"Well you clearly enjoyed it, look at that boner" I said pointing to the shaft in his pants.

"Well.. I.. Uh." John said panicking, blushing in the process. I got up and put my finger on his lips

"SHSHSHSHS CHILD, Im a magician, and I can make that boner disappear" I said seductively.

John jizzed in response.

"Jerome.. Just fuck me..." Said John, with lust filling his eyes

I laughed, and I stepped away him.

"John, you're my Christmas present and I can't open (dat ass ) until it's 12th because that's how Christmas works!" I said with a smug smile

He sighed, and got up from the chair and walked towards me, his clothed erection touching my thigh

"Ok fine, but just so you know.. you'll regret making me wait" said john with a grin as he slapped my ass and walked away into his room

I gave it no thought and just shrugged it off

Oh but I was wrong

So very wrong.

On the 12th of December there was a blue Smurf moon and I could hear John howling with the rest of his pack. He was taking a fat shit and I walked in “on accident” to smell that wonderful dung.

"JEROME GET OUT" I ran like a flash not wanting john to throw the dung at me even tho it smelt delicious.

“Did u walk in on the alpha shitting?” Nick asked, “was it as glorious as I imagined?”

“Even more so,” I hummed and sat down on the bed. John came out of the bathroom with a brown booty hole and satisfied smile, “I just shat and cummed at the same time, you were right Jerome it’s the way of the future.”

“Nicholas could you give me and jawnny some privacy please?” I giggled y/n style.

“Sure thing, have fun you two gay bastards,” he smirked and trotted away.

When the door finally closed, I grinned at bbg John and slowly lifted up his shirt to reveal rock hard abs, WRONG! There was nothing but smooth skin and my inner organs salvated at the sight. I ran my fingers thru his luscious wavy locks and he tipped his head back in sigma style.

“Jerome uwu,” he whimpered, “Give it to me mommy.”

I grabbed hus thong string and pulled it as far as it’d stretch before letting go. The thong slapped against his tight little bum hole and he almost released at the sensation.

I bent low and slowly pulled down his thong to reveal his throbbing member. It twitched like an Alpha ready to hunt and the idea of his piss claiming me made me tremble. My sensitive bud of nerves was desperate for his long bony fingers but I halted.

I slowly rubbed my hand down his shaft and he giggled and whimpered uwu style, hopping and jumping into my touch like a wild boy gone mad.

His eyes darkened as the waves of ecstasy approached and a muscle in his jaw tightened. The moonlight highlighted the sharp planes of his face, all due to the mewing, and I felt a secret formula coat my thighs.

“You’re mine,” he howled as I edged him harder, “I own you.”

“Just because he’s black-“

I jumped as a strong black man came into view, dressed in tropical shorts with his hair swinging in brilliant braids.

“I’m Jamal, Jerome’s hotter sexier drippier wetter sloppier brother” jamal shook johns hand, “wanna see a real cock?”

John roared as his cum spurred out like a fountain, sending me flying into the far window and covered in his sloppy juices.

“I’m ur guilty pleasure,” John grinned, “crawl to me Jerome.”

Did he think I was a spider?

He pulled my hair roughly and I felt my wig rip a lil. I cringed and John looked down at me.

“Call me master.”

I stared at his thick meaty sausage..was he going to teach me kung fu? I looked back at the moon and released he was alphalating at that time on month. He needed to be locked up before he became to powerful.

He snarled in anger and jamal grabbed his cock, spinning it like a helicopter and John felt himself arriving, lifting up into the heavens.

“Jamal what are you doing?” I pulled John back down to planet earth, “we need to lock him up-“

“Tell Simon I say hi” Jamal grinned as he rubbed him faster, his cock flying at Mega speed as he lifted up.

“I’ll never forget you Jerome,” John confessed as he flew, “I own you forever and ever,”

“Tell a trusted adult,” jamal told me and I rushed to find Nick for help. I came back to see jamal had transformed into dobby and was frantically throwing all his socks at John.

“What are you doing?!” I exclaimed.

“Dobby won’t be owned, dobby will be freeee!!”

Eddie weddie walked into the room, his pale arse as bright as the moon and his fat, long, fiddle as brilliant as a thousand orange stars.

“What’s the ud?” He asked.

“John turned alpha during sex and jamal helicoptered his cock so he’s flying into space,” I explained, “we need help.”

“I’ve got this.”

Ed walked up to John, kissed his neck, took his hand, and gave him the sloppiest, wettest, most jaw breaking, world ending, dick shrivelling, head of his life and John blasted into outer space, little kid sperm shooting out like a rocket.

He flew away and I watched the loml disappear to his true home with the rest of the three long legged people. I smiled and blew a kiss..

And then shat so drastically my panties disintegrated and I had to use dobby as a butt plug. Nick and Ed bent low and emitted the most gas chamber farts they’d been brewing the whole night, showing their respect to Alpha John,

As the gas became too much to handle and the shit trickled down my knee, my arse beginning to sneeze, I inhaled deeply and died a happy shitty death.

Thanks for reading guys UWU :(

#ur mental health matters

[inabottlelikelightning]

you are probably so tired of getting asks about yofoe after literal YEARS LOL so i’m so sorry in advance and feel free to ignore if you don’t feel like answering!! I remember you posting a couple snippets of the next chapter about a year ago and was just wondering if you’d be willing to share anything more you have? or if you plan to share it on your own terms? totally fine if not! (also if you’re wondering yes I am the same person who asked back in 2021 and yes I still have yofoe at the top of my bookmarks and reread from time to time just to see how she’s doing because she was a true moment in time for me)

U ARE SO SWEET please do not apologize i am sure it’s every writers dream to be getting lovely asks like this after years ❤️ thank you so much! u know what, i was saving this for a special occasion (the year 2030 when i finally finish this story oopsies) but just for you, because this warmed my heart so much, here u go (mwah):

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"Good God," Argent mutters. And then, to the hunter fighting him: "If you shoot me in the head right now, you may be entitled to financial compensation."

He seems genuinely disappointed when the man is taken down by one of Kira's electricity strikes.

And then, out of the corner of Liam's eye, a stray bullet. Liam maps out the trajectory, is moving before he even registers it, springing off his back legs, hands going straight for Theo's shoulders, bowling them both over, the only sound exiting his mouth a horrible, strangled yell.

They hit the concrete floor with a thud, and Liam feels the bullet whiz past his head, barely missing them.

"The fuck?" Theo asks, and Liam focuses on him for the first time, all of him, and--

"You're shirtless," Liam blurts. He huffs. "Why are you always shirtless?"

Theo narrows his eyes. "That's why you jumped me?"

Liam realizes, way too late, that he has one hand resting comfortably on each pec. He snatches his hands back, hands burning almost hotter than his face.

"What!?" he splutters. "No! No! No. There was-- you were gonna be-- a bullet!"

"A bullet," Theo repeats, unimpressed.

The fighting spills further into the corridor, Malia having taken possession of Kira's sword while Kira siphons electricity from the building and channels it into blasts. Liam and Theo very nearly avoid being singed, when they catch sight of them.

"Uh," Malia says. "Hey guys."

"'Sup," Theo replies.

Kira clears her throat. "Um," she tries, hands crackling with sparks, "Whatcha doin' there?"

Liam looks down, at Theo's stupidly relaxed shirtless body. He's still straddling him, he realizes.

"This," Liam says, "isn't what it looks like."

Malia's eye twitches. "No one said it looked like anything."

Liam groans. "Okay, but your tone--"

[iputmymiddlefingerupatthem]

My Death Note Romance (v2)

Title: My Death Note Romance

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or any of the pop punk bands mentioned in this story.

Author's Note: Hi my name is Light Yagami and I have long ebony black hair that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Gerard Way (AN: if u don't know who he is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to Misa Amane but I wish I was because she's a major fucking hottie. I'm a goth (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black leather jacket with chains around it and a black t-shirt with the words "I am Kira" written in red on it. I was also wearing black leather pants with black combat boots. I was walking outside the Death Note headquarters. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of criminals stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

Suddenly, a black limo drove up to me and a group of guys stepped out. They were all wearing black eyeliner and their hair was styled into messy mops. I recognized them as the members of My Chemical Romance.

"Hey, are you Light Yagami?" asked the lead singer, Gerard Way.

"Yeah, that's me," I said, feeling a little starstruck.

"We heard about your Kira killings and we think you're really cool," said Gerard.

"I know I'm cool," I said smugly.

"We want you to join our band. You can be our new lead singer," said Gerard.

I was shocked. I had always dreamed of being a pop punk star, but I never thought it would actually happen.

"I'd love to!" I said.

"Great! We're playing a show tonight. Meet us at the venue and we'll get you set up," said Gerard.

I couldn't believe it. I was going to perform with My Chemical Romance!

That night, I arrived at the venue wearing a black leather jacket covered in silver spikes, a red t-shirt with the words "Kira Rocks" on it, black skinny jeans, and black and white checkered Vans. My hair was styled into a messy black and white stripe and my eyeliner was thick and smudged.

I stepped onto the stage and saw the Death Note gang in the front row, cheering me on. I winked at Misa and started singing "Welcome to the Black Parade" with Gerard and the rest of the band. The crowd went wild, moshing and screaming along to every word.

After the show, Gerard took me backstage and gave me a black guitar with silver flames on it.

"Thanks for joining the band, Light," he said.

"No, thank you guys," I said, feeling overwhelmed with emotion.

As I walked out of the venue, I pulled out my Death Note and wrote down the names of the criminals in the crowd. They didn't deserve to live after disrespecting My Chemical Romance.

I knew I had found my true calling: killing criminals and being a pop punk superstar. And with My Chemical Romance by my side, nothing could stop me.

[neo-discourse]

Oh boy the streamer group I love them but their fans are just awful and I never wanna be in the same room/be associated with them ever.

Bro just because someone makes dick and ball jokes doesn’t mean anything about their fuking sexuality and they’re all into women at least because how many fucking ‘big toddy goth gf’/‘big ghost girl booba’/‘hot women’ jokes have I heard/have I heard them actually thirst over??

Also the fans will just dog pile anyone that says anything negative about them which annoys me more than the og statement being made if I’m being honest.

It’s like this

Someone: ‘hahaha they’re losers they don’t get 10000000 ccv and only 12000!!! Ahaha!!’

Their fans: oh my fucking god? How could you say that? Omg? *sarcastic statement about how they’re the loser for caring about ccv or whatever*

But there’s only one hater and like ten thousand people getting on their case and idk maybe it’s just me but I find it really annoying like,,, just ignore it?

And then god forbid you criticise the talent some way and in a negative way!! Oh dear lord forgive you for saying shit about a anime boy on YouTube in a tweet!! Dear lord above in heaven don’t say that theyre bad at singing or bad at what they do!! They may be able to take criticism/hate but dear lord their fans can’t

Oh now suddenly everything makes sense if I consider most of them to be those that don’t follow a religion, what do they replace it with? Good lord in heaven above how did I just realise it. It’s in the fucking brand selling point as well ‘idols’ dear lord

God gave me all of the dumb brain cells cuz he knew I’d be op with the smart brain cells >:)

The streamers fans are also definitely apart of the rainbow alphabet mafia so that’s GREAT! The Fucking calls someone a homophobe because his brother/family visits a church (Chris Pratt) brigades here

Oh and don’t forget YOU HAVE TO SUPPORT THE LGBTQIABITCH community to also enjoy these streamers! How do you know that, you may ask? I have no clue, because Twitter freak said so! I guess because the girls Yuri bait? Sometimes? Maybe the boys yaoi bait as well? Sometimes? Vague thing that is also popular in the annoying rainbow rat communities as well as in gaming communities? Could it be narcissism that only a certain type of people can like the thing because you like it and people you don’t like can’t like the thing? No clue sorry.

Are the talents openly lgbt? A few of them I think? I only know one that might be, the rest is on their roommate accounts. If they are it’s well hidden (I don’t watch their streams lol)

If you don’t know who I’m talking about at this point, good job for not being super into anime people online I guess? For having a life? For touching grass?

If u do shhhh I really don’t wanna talk with others in the fandom I need to watch more of the loony bin sad girl company at least my oshi from that corpo can’t get cancelled for playing a video game.

You ever find a streamer or whatever and you’re just ‘oh this is really cool!’ Then you find out that everyone else that likes them are the shitty K-pop fans that act like you can’t be racist against white people and that saying that something from some black or Asian culture is kinda weird is a micro aggression (for some reason but against Americans and the British it’s okay?) and now you’re just trying to enjoy the streamer while ignoring the fans but the fans are so loud and obnoxious (and super fucking rich for some reason?) and you have no clue how this streamer got these fans and you just wished that he did more streams that appealed to a different audience but you can’t because you can’t control what a streamer does but you literally can’t talk with anyone about what you like about his streams cuz everyone is fucking crazy and you just wanna talk about his streams in a normal way but there’s so much real person fan fics about him and his streaming buddies that your having flashbacks to septiplier and your scared because holy shit you don’t write fanfics about real people! Especially shipping shit!

[sixosix]

Hii❤️❤️ if you’re taking requests, may I ask for a drabble (angst ofc) where the rest of seijoh 4 convince yn to break up with iwa bc his ex who they think is his soulmate is back in town? They look like they can be mean 🥹🥹

( ! ) angst w iwa :(, hurt/comfort, fluff w the three <3

( & ) also idk if u meant ‘mean’ by iwa’s ex or the boys so i did neither bc i didnt want to write yanderes 💀

𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐔

his finger slips under your chin, raising it enough for you to instinctively meet his eyes. “hey,” he murmurs.

“not now, t’ru,” you sniffle, tipping your chin away from his grasp. you probably look ugly right now, nose stuffy and eyes aching, but tooru doesn’t even question it.

“i know,” he sighs, “sorry. i heard what happened.”

ah, so that explains everything.

usually, tooru isn’t ever this gentle. he dives in face-first and doesn’t look twice. he breaks, but he mends himself back together again stronger than before—you wish you could be like him right now.

“you’re okay,” he coos into your ear. “you’re good. it’s not your fault. i’m sorry it had to happen this way.” he keeps going—too soft for even you to understand sometimes.

you chuckle, a wet and pitiful sound. “isn’t—isn’t haji— iwaizumi your best friend?”

tooru, observant as ever, lifts a brow at your switch of name. “between you and him, who do you think would need someone the most? i may be loyal, but i’m not an ignorant asshole, y/n-chan~!” he sings, smiling.

“screw them,” tooru exclaims, resting his forehead against yours, “you have me from now on, alright?”

you wonder if he means it in more ways than one.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐈

at the sound of footsteps, you scramble to grab your belongings and wipe away the tears on your stricken face.

but issei is faster. he catches your wrist and peers down at you with his usual face—save for the curious glint that sparks in his eye.

“we were only joking around when we said they were like soulmates,” issei states rather bluntly, faltering only slightly when your lip wavers at his admission.

“it still,” you sniffle, “still hurts. seeing them like that. thought i was— thought i was good enough.”

“you are,” issei says, and his earnestness almost catches you off guard. “iwaizumi’s ex is… a lot, you know. nothing like you.”

“is that a good thing when i got broken up with?” you laugh bitterly, warmth seeping from where he’s still holding you.

“if you think they’re meant to be, then wouldn’t you also be meant to be with the right guy this time?” issei quirks an eyebrow, a little playful. it’s always a glimpse of something when it comes to him.

“so you’re saying i should just—”

“let him go, y/n.”

for a guy that holds an expression as expressive as a blank paper, his presence is rather comforting right now.

“i’m glad you’re here, issei,” you mumble, and he pats your head. usually, you’d swat his hand away and stick your tongue out, but you can’t help but close your eyes and smile at the touch.

“anything for you,” issei whispers, and it turns into him running his fingers through your hair.

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎

“break up with him.”

you scrunch your nose, “takahiro—”

“i’m gonna be honest, y/n, i really don’t give a fuck about what excuse you’ll have for them,” he says, and though his face is carefully drawn away from any telling emotion, his words are like acid to the ears.

“i still… love hajime, i can’t just ignore that,” you tell him, frowning in confusion at the hostility so rare in takahiro’s voice boiling over.

“if you’d want to put up with someone’s ex who said that ‘you can’t compare’ just to be with him, that’s not love,” takahiro says, gently knocking his knuckles on your arm. “at least, not from iwaizumi, who didn’t do anything.”

you can’t help but grimace, nearly falling over from exhaustion. but takahiro catches you and lets you rest your head on his shoulder.

“it’s hard.”

takahiro sighs, “if you don’t break up with him, i will.”

you snort, a sound that surprises the both of you, “t-that’s not how it works, makki.”

you never called him that before, usually reserved for oikawa. but you must be a little too out of it to catch your slip.

“is this you trying to say ‘i’ll be here to help you’ in makki language?” you ask. it’s supposed to be a joke to make him laugh, too, but you’re too drained to let it hit.

his warmth is a blessing in the chilling air that’s been hanging heavy since you and iwaizumi fought. you lean closer and he lets you.

you two sit there, on the floor of the gymnasium, but neither of you pull away for even a second of hesitation.

his eyes soften impossibly. “looks like you already know the answer.”

𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄

“do you believe in soulmates?”

hajime’s face sours—whether it’s from guilt or contemplation, you wouldn’t know. he seemed like a completely person yesterday when they walked in the room and demanded his attention without a word.

but it’s not his fault. fate does not lie. red threads do not deceive the truth—just like you and iwa.

“i do,” he says, slowly, “but they’re not always right—”

“i don’t,” you say, eyes hazy and faraway, as if you can’t even hear him right now. “because i thought it was us.”

hajime’s fists tremble, the only betrayal to his strangely still composure. “it doesn’t mean anything,” he grits through a pinched expression as if he’s hurting himself as he says it.

“you may be breaking my heart right now, but that doesn’t mean you should also do it to them, iwaizumi,” you say, and he falters.

“i really did believe it, y/n,” iwaizumi says, but it’s hard to tell if it’s answer to your question or whatever was between the two of you.

but that doesn’t matter.

( & ) SORRY if this has mistakes i literally wrote this in one sitting. or well, lying. i’m still on my bed (^з^)-☆ reblogs and comments r soso helpful if u like these <3

[insomniamamma]

Closing Time: Marcus Pike x F!reader

A/N: This is my first installment in my Year of Kisses themed creation challenge! I was invited to join the fun by @oonajaeadira and @yearofcreation2023! I have never really participated in anything like this so be gentle. This fic plays fast and loose with Marcus Pike canon. I wanted to write for our Perfect Boyfriend without watching seven something seasons of the mentalist. If Marcus is OOC that is entirely on me. Also Sherri is entirely based on a supervisor I had once. I loved that lady to pieces.

Warnings: Angst. Break ups. Language. Alcohol. Some drunken flirting and kisses. Reader has a truly shitty ex.

          This is the last place he wants to be. C'mon, Marc it'll be fun, said Danny. You need to get out of this fucking office, said Sherri. You're just gonna sit home and mope otherwise.          I'm not going to mope.          You're gonna sit home and watch old movies and pine. For that stupid Lisbon woman, or whoever's managed to break your heart lately. Sherri gives him the look.          Fine. She means well. Sherri and Danny and Big Bill, they all mean well. They know him well, too well maybe. Marcus's New Years plans involved getting take out and catching up on the Christmas movies he'd neglected. White Christmas. Die Hard. Gremlins. The classics. Fine. I'll go. For a little while.

         And now? The jukebox is playing "Hallelujah," John Cale's version. It's just past midnight and the ball dropped on the tv over the bar and people kissed each other and called their friends and Marcus's phone sits like a brick in his pocket, a fossil from when Lisbon would call, from when Dierdre and Sarey would sometimes call. Can't think of a single person he wants to call. He stands arm in arm with his friends who dragged him here, rocking back and forth with them, "hallelujah, hallelujah, Halle-loo-oo-oo-oooh-jah--"          And that's when he sees you, hunched at the bar, the only other person in this dive who isn't paired off, who isn't singing along with a bunch of drunks, your face pinched and closed off in the bleary bar mirror, peeking out around plastered on stickers and flyers for long defunct bands. He can tell that you've been crying.

         You drink and watch your phone light up with messages. Hey you okay? Did you make it home? U ok? What happened? You don't give a fuck. They can wait until tomorrow to find out if you lived or died or caught an Uber back home. Fuck. Home's not even home anymore technically. Staying the night at my Mom's. He'd texted. We'll figure out the logistics tomorrow. He'd texted. Logistics. Three years and it boils down to fucking logistics. Three years in and he dumps you at 11:50 on New Years Eve. So that's how you find yourself alone in this little pub with a bunch of drunks singing along with the jukebox, but at least it's quieter here. You catch your own reflection in the mirror, face peering over half empty liquor bottles with plastic spouts stuck in them, eyes puffy from crying. You laugh. A low and bitter sound. Who dumps somebody on New Years Eve?          "...couldn't've waited twelve more hours," you say, muttering into your half-finished drink, into the black hole at the center of the galaxy, "Couldn't've sucked it up for one more fucking night!" The last bit comes out loud, and you feel eyes on you, hunker down into yourself, into your glass, like a snail pulling into its shell, and then the noise of the bar resumes.          He'd rested his hands on his shoulders and peered into your face like he did when he meant kiss you or say something sweet. I'm not in love with you anymore, he'd said, the same tone of voice used for things like hey can you take the garbage out, or hey, we need more dish soap the next time you go to the store. Okay, so maybe bitch-slapping him in the middle of the dance floor in front of all your friends wasn't the best move, but it felt good and right. And now he keeps texting you about his stuff. His clothes and his x-box and you and the girls did a round of tequila shots before and you can't quite figure out how this all happened.          Why now? Why tonight? Things were good, weren't they? Or at least not bad, and you watch the ice melt in your drink and feel tricked, bamboozled, and oddly relieved. If he's willing to pull this shit you're better off without him, you think, but deep down you just wish it was all a mistake, that you'd just have someone warm to come home to, even if things weren't great. That maybe the both of you will wake up tomorrow and be like did we really break up last night? That's crazy. But he's texting you about his x-box and his ps 5 and how he really needs it even though you went halfsies on it. Text me one more time and you get nothing. You hit send and turned off your phone. Thank fuck his name's not on the lease. Let him stew. Let them stew. Fuck 'em.          You feel someone settle at the bar beside you.          "Hey, are you okay?"          "What do you think?" It comes out harsh and you regret it instantly. This stranger  in this dive on New Years Eve has nothing at all to do with what's happened. You turn to look and you see a tired man with his lips quirked up in a smile that doesn't quite hit his eyes.          "Sorry," you say, and shake your head, "I'm not--fuck--this has been a hell of a night. I hope you're not looking for a hookup because I got dumped at ten-till and the last thing--" He laughs, a soft low sound.          "A hookup's the last thing I want," he says and holds out his hand, "Come and sit with us. So you're not all by yourself." You eye him skeptically.          "Is this some sort of pity thing?" He laughs a little, a soft exhale, "If it is, we can be pitiful together. He glances over at a table of drunks, "I'm only here because they dragged me. I was going to order a pizza and watch Christmas movies-"          "It's past Christmas."          "I spent Christmas working," he says, "If that's not pitiful I don't know what is." You feel yourself warming to him.          "I bet you don't even have a tree up."          "I do!" He smiles, and this time it does touch his eyes, frames them in lovely crinkles, and maybe it's better to hang out with a handsome stranger in a bar than sit and drink and brood about how tomorrow you're gonna have to clear your boyfriend's shit out of your place. Ex. Ex boyfriend you have to keep reminding yourself. "It's not a real one, and it's only four feet tall. But it's there!" He offers his hand again.          "C'mon," He says, "You don't have to be all alone." Fuck it, you think, down the watery dregs of your whiskey sour and place your hand in his, allow him to draw you from your place at the bar. He is striking, leather jacket across broad shoulders, tight jeans that grip him just right, and eyes so deep and warm a girl could fall right in and drown.          "I'm Marcus," he says, and gives your hand a squeeze, but doesn't let go. You tell him your name and he leads you away from the brightness of the bar, back to where the jukebox plays a distorted love song "the curl of your bodies, like two perfect circles entwined see you feel hopeless, and homeless, and lost in the haze of the wine--" back to his table of friends, smiling and laughing, sticky shot glasses and half-filled pints between their hands. Sherri. Danny. Big Bill. Sherri has large blonde hair and gummy blue eyeliner and a cigarette roughed voice.          "You seem nice enough, what're you doing with this sad sack of shit?" She jerks her head and Marcus looks like he wants to evaporate and you laugh.          "I got dumped--let's see--" you power up your phone just long enough to check the time, lock screen lit with a tangle of missed texts --"47 minutes ago? Guess two sad sacks of shit are gonna find each other, huh?"

         The night passes in a warm blur, you and your newfound friends drinking together and laughing, Sherri's got stories that leave the table wheezing laughter and all through it Marcus is a warm presence at your side, your hands keep finding each other's, his gentle grasp an anchor in this storm of a night. You feel like you've speed-run the stages of grief over your ex. Sherri eyes you over shot glasses that have popped up like mushrooms over the course of the evening.          "Listen here," she says, pointing a pink lacquered dagger of a nail in your direction, "Keep the PS5. He paid his half in cash right? Unless you wrote him out a receipt he can't prove shit. His name's not on the lease. Leave whatever you see fit in a cardboard box by the front door and block his number. Wash your hands of him. You don't owe him shit."          "Yeah, fuck him," says Danny, and Big Bill comes back from the bar holding too many drinks and Marcus rests a warm palm on your shoulder.          "Hey," he says, those big dark eyes full of concern, "You don't think he's gonna try anything do you? You're safe, right?" And your first impulse is to laugh, the only thing your boyfriend, ex-boyfriend is a danger to is game controllers and the fifteen year olds who roast him over discord, but Marcus looks so sincere.          "Yeah. He's--I'm not worried."          "Can I give you my number? Just in case something happens--" Danny launches in to the worst mob-movie New York accent you've ever heard in your life.          "You give Markie here your number, see? One woid and your ex'll be sleepin with the fishes. We'll fit him out for the old cee ment loafers, we'll--"          "Jesus, Dan, you sound like the bastard child of Tony Soprano and Rizzo the Rat--" And everyone loses their collective shit.          "If I'm Rizzo the Rat, then you're Miss Piggy--"          "No way am I Miss Piggy! I'm nowhere near that wound up--"          "Bill here is Sweetums."          "If I'm Sweetums, Marc's that grouchy Eagle."          "No way," you say, "He's Kermit. Tell me I'm wrong."          "Hi-ho this is Kermit the frog here with a muppet news flash," and that's it. You are crying into your drink with laughter, and once you can breathe and put words together you tell him--          "You are the last person in the world I would've thought could do Kermit the frog--" And he smiles, a bashful one that pinks his cheeks and turns his face away.          "Marcus has many talents," says Sherri, "Don't let him fool you."

"I can see that you are lonesome just like me And it being late, you'd like some company Well, I turn around to look at you, and you look back at me The guy you're with, he's up and split—the chair next to you is free And I hope that you don't fall in love with me--"

         The lights are up and Tom Waits plays through the bar. People settle their tabs and head out into the bright night. It's snowing, large flakes that catch and hold the light, street-lights haloed in whirling yellow.          "Do you need a ride?" He asks, snow catching in his hair, his hand warm around yours.          "I can walk," you say.          "I'll walk with you,"          "How'll you get home?"          "Taxi. Uber. I'll manage," he smiles, soft and sad, "Let me get you home safe, okay?"          "Okay." Marcus offers his arm like some old time movie character and you loop your arm through his. Snow falls, slow and soft and heavy, and the bars let out all around, spilling people into the streets, closing time everywhere, and people sound happy, buoyed on the promise of a better year, at least for a few days until the shine wears off and it's back to business as usual. Sooner than you want you're at your front step.          "This is me," you say, and wish it wasn't, wish for more time in the swirling snow with him, and his hand traces down your arm, his fingers find yours and lace through.          "Are you okay?" he asks.          "No. But I will be." You surge forward and hug him, wrap your arms around his broad back and snow-dotted jacket, and he grips you in kind, cradles the back of your head in his hand, tucks your face into the warm join of his neck and shoulder, "Thanks for looking out for me." He squeezes you tighter.          "It's my pleasure," he says drawing back to look at you, his hands on your shoulders, "And if your ex--"          "He won't," you say, "He couldn't even wait till midnight. Couldn't even give me a kiss. I mean, not that I'd want him to now--" Marcus reaches for you, brushes the pad of his thumb over your cheek, the question hanging in his eyes. You nod and he presses his lips to yours, waits for you to kiss back, and then his tongue slides soft between your parted lips, tender, undemanding, your face cradled in his warm, calloused hands.          "Come upstairs with me," you say, and you feel him draw back, bright line of hurt in your chest.          "I want to," he says, "I want to take you to bed if you'd have me--"          "Then why--"          "I don't want to push you," he says, "I move fast. I scare people off sometimes. I like you a lot. I don't want to hurt you, okay?"          "Okay." That line of hurt resolves itself into a dull ache, "I should get some sleep. Gotta dump Asshole's stuff on the curb bright and early." He leans in kisses your cheek.          "See you next year."          "See you."

         At some point in the deepest ditch of night you turn your phone back on. Peer bleary-eyed at the notifications, unanswered texts. You send a group text to the girls, home safe don't worry about me. You give your ex a time to come get his shit and then block his number. You drift in the dark, and your phone vibrates against your chest.

         M: If you don't feel too terrible, I know a place that does breakfast all day. Best blueberry pancakes in town.          M: I'd like to see you again.

[lovetorn]

dream’s birthday bash [roommate!dream au]

Roommate!Dream x Reader

summary: it’s dream’s birthdayyyy!!!

warnings: alcohol, swearing

w/c: 2.9k+

a/n: happy birthday dream!! i’m in love w this. i hope u are too. also, there is a few references to past roommate!dream blurbs & one-shots, so i recommend reading those before you start this one or you may be a little confused at some things the characters say. thanks!! <3

roommate!dream masterlist

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Dream’s birthday is something you haven't experienced yet since you moved in together in September last year.

Dream had promised the football team that his birthday party was going to be the biggest of the year, so you, being the party planner, had vowed to make it the best because Dream can’t organise—he disagreed and said that he only made you the party planner because he knows you’re good at it?? You gave him a confused look; you’ve never planned a party before.

Anyway, the 12th was approaching quicker than you anticipated and the only things you’d organised so far is the alcohol (thanks to George) and decorations. You had little notes on your phone with multiple checklists and you had yet to tick every last box off.

Organising food was probably the hardest thing. You knew that there were going to be around 100+ people squeezing into your apartment, drinking, so food is essential. You asked Dream what types of food he wanted, his reply?

“Chicken wings, not spicy.”

You rolled your lips between your teeth and nodded. Great. “Anything else? There’s gonna be a lot of people, Dream.”

He brought his fingers to rest on his lips as he thought about it. You knew when he got an idea because then he clicked his fingers and pointed at you. “Sandwiches. You know, like the little ones?”

Squinting at him, you sighed. “You think that’s going to be enough for more than 100 people?”

Dream nods. “Easy.”

You shake your head in disbelief and add sandwiches, along with other finger foods, to the list. “Thanks.”

Next to organise was Dream’s present. You spent days racking your brain, trying to figure out what he would want, eventually coming up with nothing.

So, you asked Sapnap, who was no help. “Fuck if I know, the man buys anything he wants himself these days.”

You rolled your eyes and took a trip to Target. Whilst there, you decided on an excess of small gag gifts: a Ron Swanson dishwasher magnet (so you and Dream can stop arguing over who put dirty dishes in with the clean ones), an engraved bottle opener, a ‘do not disturb sign for his bedroom door (chosen based on one too many run-ins), a Minecraft ice cube tray, a toothbrush holder (so both of your toothbrushes stop touching in the cup), and a pack of Minecraft socks.

You put the small presents into a gift bag, covering them with tissue paper, and then put in the final piece that wasn’t a joke gift—a mixtape of your and Dream’s favourite songs for his car. You brushed your thumb over the plastic case and let out a breathy laugh at the photo on the front—a selfie of the two of you in Dream's car, energy drinks in your hands and toothy grins with the text, ‘Dream & Y/n’s Gr8est Hits’ written in bright pink marker. You're excited to give it to him, but you're nervous and embarrassed, too—is it lame?

You shook your head and placed the bag in your closet.

George delivered the alcohol earlier in the day: 18 cases of beer and the same in White Claw, and a few bottles of vodka and rum for the close friends. You couldn't thank him enough for helping you, even more so after he helped put the covered trays of food in the refrigerator from the delivery truck downstairs.

You had (reluctantly) asked Sapnap to organise music because you had no time in between making sure the food order was correct and getting yourself ready. He agreed immediately and waved off your hesitance and told you he'd make the best playlist to ever exist—you put too much trust in him.

Before the party, you and Dream had taken a few shots together, just to get you to stop stressing over the planning of the party and Dream to stop worrying for you.

"Ready?" Dream smirked, his shot glass hanging loosely from his fingers. You nodded and then, at the same time, tapped the glass on the counter before you threw the shot back. The acetone taste of the vodka slid down your throats and you made disgusted faces at each other before a knock at the door indicated that your first guests were here.

Now, the party is in full swing and it's safe to say, there is definitely enough food.

When you see Sapnap at the food table, aka the kitchen counter, he thanks you for ordering non-spicy wings. You shake your head, laugh, and hug him tightly. "I'm serious," He mumbles with chicken in his mouth. "These are so~ good!"

The living room is cramped, but nobody seems to be complaining. Almost everyone from the apartment block is in your flat right now, with a few from other complexes. You lost sight of Dream a few hours ago, choosing to stay with your own friends while he hangs with his as the two groups don't usually mingle together.

“Niki!” You laugh whilst the girl finishes her second shot and passes the bottle of rum back to you. Shaking your head, you bring the large bottle to your lips, already regretting mixing different alcohols. You’d already had a few White Claws, thanks to Sapnap who kept challenging you to shotguns at the start.

Karl comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist before he snatches the bottle out of your hand and takes a swig.

“Karl!” Now, all three of you are laughing together. He slides his hand off of your stomach and stands to his full height, putting his lips to the White Claw can he holds in his other hand. You warn him about mixing alcohol, but he waves you off and assures you that he's fine.

The three of you stand on the dance floor, grooving to the beat of 'Super Freak' by Rick James. You grab Karl's hand to spin him around and then do the same to Niki, laughter filling the small space you have created in the middle of the crowd. You wouldn't admit it to Sapnap, but his playlist is actually good.

"Mi Amor!" The sound of Quackity's voice pulls you from your little group with Niki and Karl and you smile when you see his wide grin as he pushes past a few football players.

"Q! When did you get here? I didn't see you come in," You engulf him in a hug and giggle when he laughs loudly.

"I came in through the window," You pull back slightly to give him an incredulous look and shake your head. God, you are tipsy. "Nahhh, I had an exam, so I just got here."

You nod and feel the rum going straight to your head. Quackity then notices Karl and Niki behind you and gives them hugs too. You watch as your friends greet each other and turn to look at the clock on the wall in the kitchen. 10:33 pm.

“Guys, it's time for cake!” You shout over the music to Niki, Quackity and Karl and they smile and nod, all three of you migrating to the fridge to collect Dream’s cake and get it ready.

You pull a 3 layered vanilla cake out of the refrigerator. It is slathered in white icing and has rainbow sprinkles on the top with the words, ‘happy birthday dream’, in piped icing. Karl's mouth waters at the sight of the dessert and when he goes to get a dollop of icing from the side, you don’t smack his hand away—you have a plan.

Other guests see you preparing the candles and lighting them and turn off the lights for you. You smile at the 21 lit candles and pick up the cake, being careful not to trip on anything.

The entire room starts singing the ‘Happy Birthday’ anthem, their phones out to film as you spot Dream’s messy blonde hair over the crowd. He scrunches his face up in embarrassment and switches his beer from his right hand to his left to give you a side hug and a peck on the cheek when you approach him. The room sings and all attention is on him, but Dream only has eyes for you as you inch the cake closer so he can blow out his candles.

After he does so, the room erupts into cheers and then you give Dream a mischievous grin. There’s a little fear in his eyes and you launch the cake towards his face. Everybody laughs and hollers when you pull the cake stand away from him to see his face covered in white icing and rainbow sprinkles. Dream stands frozen for a moment, wiping his eyes with his free hand, before he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to him, rubbing the icing in your hair and on your cheek.

“Dream!” You cackle, trying to push him off, but failing and eventually succumbing to his hold. The phone torches shine brightly at the two of you as people continue filming. His laughter is music to your ears.

Dream smiles down at you, eyes lazy and cheeks flushed. “Thank you,” He whispers. Your heart flutters in your chest and butterflies swarm your stomach as you nod. Everybody disperses and carries on with their previous antics, leaving you and Dream together.

“I got you a present, I’ll give it to you when everybody’s gone.”

The sentence makes the present seem more sensual than it actually is, and it makes Dream’s heart skip a beat—but he knows it’s not what he’s thinking. You pull away from Dream and wave back at him, knocking into a few people which elicits a laugh from him as he watches.

“Dude, you’re so fucked,” George says, smirking as he follows Dream’s gaze on you. Dream elbows George in the bicep.

“Fuck off.”

“Yeah bro, if you don’t make a move soon, someone else will,” Sapnap comments, coming up to stand on Dream’s other side. The urge to punch the both of them is strong, but instead, the blonde groans and skulls the rest of his beer as he loses sight of you in the crowd.

—

“Bye, guys! Thanks for coming!” Dream tries his best to look composed, but he’s so drunk. As soon as the door closes, he locks it and lets out a huge sigh. You come out of your room with the gift bag in your hands. Dream raises his eyebrows and attempts to give you a surprised look. “Wow, a present?”

You giggle and lead him to the couch. He flops down, throws his feet up and puts his hands behind his head. You sit next to him and shove the bag into his hands. “It’s not much, but you literally have everything already, so this is what I came up with.”

You hold your breath and you watch him pick through the bag. A smile breaks out on his face when he sees the CD. He flips it around to show you as if you haven’t seen it before and opens the case. “A mixtape? How romantic.”

The heat that rises to your cheeks is scolding and you stop yourself from choking. Dream, however, doesn’t look at you as he digs through and comments on every item. When he’s gone through every gift, he picks up the mixtape again and looks you dead in the eyes.

“This is the most thoughtful thing I’ve ever gotten for my birthday. Thank you, Y/n.”

You’re surprised. “The most thoughtful? It’s only a CD.”

Dream’s face contorts into one of confusion. “Only a CD? You made this for me with your own blood, sweat and tears.” You wouldn’t go that far.

“Oh, well, you’re welcome, I guess,” You laugh, reaching down to grasp his large hand. The action causes Dream to tilt his head and shift closer to you.

“Seriously, thank you. You mean so much to me,” He confesses, although you can barely hear it. You feel tears pricking your eyes as you watch him wipe his own. “Fuck, why am I getting emotional? It’s that fucking vodka, that’s why.”

“Don’t make up excuses, D,” You tease, squeezing his hand a few times. He wheezes lightly then sighs. His green eyes are so bright and there’s still a little smudge of icing on the side of his nose from the cake. You reach up and wipe it away, licking your thumb beforehand. Dream closes his eyes as you do so, biting his lip as you pull your hand away. 2:29 am.

“Okay, I think it’s time to get you to bed,” You mumble as you stand up, the moment broken. Dream nods, collecting his presents and chucking them all in the gift bag before he follows you to his room, a little disappointed.

Dream stands in the doorway and watches as you pull back his bed covers and turn on the lamp on his nightstand. “Okay, I’ll leave you to it. Goodnight,” You push past him before you turn. “I’ll have Gatorade and Advil ready for you in the morning, okay?”

Dream gives you a loving smile and nods, still holding the bag in front of him as he stands in the middle of his room. “Goodnight, Y/n, thanks for everything.”

You close the door behind you and when you get back to your room, you kick yourself for not making a move. You peel your clothes off of your body and throw them in the corner of the room, the space becoming too hot for your liking—maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's the fact that it's summer, or maybe it's your utter embarrassment and regret; you don't bother to choose which one.

You flop down on your bed, half-naked, and stare at the ceiling. Why didn't you make a move? It was the perfect opportunity—

Your thoughts are forgotten when there's a soft knock on your bedroom door. You scramble to put some pyjamas on as you call, 'just a second!', and then you're swinging your door open.

Dream stands there in his sweatpants only. You resist the urge to rake your eyes down his torso.

"Can I sleep in your bed tonight?" The question surprises you—of fucking course it surprises you! The only reason he comes to your room at night is to vent; not like this.

"Uh, yeah," You reply, cracking the door open just a tad wider so he can slip through. Once he's inside, you sigh in confusion and close your door quietly. Dream is already sorting out the bed situation behind you, throwing your hundreds of throw pillows onto the floor and lifting up your duvet so he can slip under.

You tilt your head at him when he looks at you expectantly—you assume he's waiting for you to get in bed, which you do.

You rest your head on your pillow and turn your head to look at Dream, who is already staring at you. Your skin is hot and your heart is in your throat when you see how green his eyes are in the warm glow of your lamp.

"What's up?" You whisper although you didn't mean for it to come out so low. Dream's eyes trace your face; your eyes, eyebrows, nose, freckles, lips. "Dream?"

He's silent for a while and you guess it's because he's trying to figure out his drunken thoughts. "I just wanted to be with you, you know," He says, his voice breaking slightly. You suck in a breath, turning onto your side so you face him. "You planned my party all by yourself and I'm so happy you did."

You don't have the heart to tell him that George and Sapnap helped you, he looks so content. "I'm so glad, Dreamy," Your voice is velvety, and you can't help the warm feeling blooming in your chest. Dream's eyes travel from your own to your lips and stay there.

“C’mere," Dream mumbles. You barely nod before you lean closer to him.

You can tell Dream is figuring out what to do by the way his lips part and then close suddenly a few times, so, for the second time this week, you take things into your own hands.

You scoot closer to him, your breaths mixing in the small space between your lips and his nose bumping yours. You were so close. But not close enough.

"Dream, I'm gonna do something crazy, okay? Don't hate me," Here goes nothing.

"I could never hate you, baby," Dream murmurs, adjusting his head on his pillow. The pet name goes straight to your head and throwing out any and all rational thoughts, you lean in and place your lips softly on his.

It takes him a few seconds to react and in those moments, you fear you've made a huge mistake, but when his hands find your hips and pull you impossibly closer, you're glad you kissed him—are kissing him.

This is nothing like wine night a few weeks ago.

Your hands find the back of his head and tug on his hair lightly, earning a throaty groan. The sound makes you clench your fists and pull a little harder. You move your lips across his jaw and towards his ear. "Happy Birthday, birthday boy," You whisper.

Dream lets out a breathy laugh and hugs you closer. His face presses into your neck and you feel him leaving feather-light kisses on your skin. The feeling makes you giddy.

"I'm one lucky birthday boy, aren't I?" He mutters, pecking your neck firmer now. You giggle softly, running your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck.

"You bet your ass you are."

[h0tchner]

Any Age, Any Day, Anywhere (Part 1) - aaron hotchner x fem!reader

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: WRITTEN FOR AN ANON REQUEST: "ok hi so u already wrote a jealous reader and was wondering whats your take on jealous hotch? i mostly see him in fics as possessive and yeah being the leader type i would think he could also be possessive but i also think that he would just be sad like ya know he doubts himself as we saw in some episodes and i think he would need assurance and a lot of convincing that u only love him but if you’ve given that to him then thats the time he would be possessive and god i would love to imagine a possessive and feral aaron hotchner"

word count: 3.5k

includes: kissing, so much freaking adorable fluff, talk of body insecurities, insecure!hotch, protective!hotch, wifey reader, super brief mentions of pregnancy, alcohol, confrontation with a drunk asshole (derek & hotch are all over it tho dw), party at papa rossi's!, smut to come in next chapter...

rating: 18+ (technically there is no smut in this part, but there are adult themes such as drinking, kissing, etc.).

a/n: HELLO BESTIES! This is part one of a two-part fic! The next part will be pure filth, so keep your eyes peeled for some feral hotch content... ALSO! PLS (!!!!!!!!!!!) interact if you liked this, rb, comment, like and/or send me a request if you have ideas for future fics! i love y’all! - rivka💞

“Aaron! Can you come here for a sec?” you call out to your husband from the bathroom, muttering curses under your breath as you try (and fail) for the third time to zip up the back of your black cocktail dress.

“Sure, I just need a minute,” he replies from the bedroom closet, securing the last opalescent button on the arm of his white dress shirt. He looks at himself in the closet mirror, zeroing in at the bags under his eyes and the sprinkling of grey in his stubble. He looks… tired. Tired and old. And he hates it.

Even though Aaron is only in his late-40s, he has lived lifetimes; years of working as Unit Chief of the BAU will do that to a man. Every horror he’s seen and every person he’s lost has weighed on his body and mind. In the past few months, amidst work changes and a new baby, he’s been exhausted and in fear that he’s letting himself go. Of course, being the stoic man that he is, he’s done his absolute best to hide these feelings from you. Tonight, however, he doesn’t know if he can. It’ll be your first night out together as a couple since welcoming baby girl Hotchner to the family four months ago. With no pressing family or work distractions, he just knows that you’ll be able to sense his apprehensions. It’s only a matter of when.

Taking in a breath, he turns a little to the side, frowning at his profile. Aaron winces a little at his “dad bod,” but quickly recovers from the discomfort, milliseconds after it flashes across his face.

“Aaron Hotchner get your handsome butt in here and help me zip my dress! We’re gonna be late,” you exclaim, trying one last time to reach the zipper before giving up and crossing your arms in defeat. You lean back lightly against the countertop facing the door, letting the fabric slip off your shoulders, and wait for your husband to rescue you from the hell that is this dress.

At the sound of your voice, Aaron snaps out of his trance. He shakes his head lightly, as if to physically erase the intrusive thoughts, and clears his throat. Grabbing his suit jacket off the hanger, he flicks off the closet light and closes the door behind him.

Languidly, he meanders from the closet toward the bathroom. He drags his feet a little longer than he normally would, still feeling off and a little bit shy about his appearance.

“Aaron,” you sing, “I’m waiting for –,” your jaw drops mid-sentence when Aaron appears in the doorway.

“Oh fuck,” you breathe out before you can stop yourself, eyes widening at the sight of the gorgeous man in front of you.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, crossing over to you, searching your face for any ounce of reprieve.

“Nothing, nothing’s wrong,” you’re quick to reply, standing from your leaning position to meet him, holding out your hands.

He takes them in his own, cocking his head slightly, his soft hazel eyes boring into yours.

You shift forward, moving up on your toes to peck his soft pink lips.

He sighs into the kiss, feeling the warmth of your lips against his own. It feels so good that it almost makes him forget about how he is feeling… almost. But the dark thoughts come back, and he pulls away from you a bit, reluctantly.

Aaron clears his throat.

“You called me?” He questions, but it sounds more like a fact.

“Yeah,” you give his hands a squeeze. “I needed you to zip up my dress, but now,” you lean in again, “I kinda want you to rip it off me.” You offer him a sultry smirk, moving your hands up to rest on his broad chest. He moves his hands to settle on your hips.

You lick your lips and let your eyes rake over his body, taking in every ounce of his sexy frame. The way his crisp, white dress shirt hugs his solid body makes you go weak in the knees. His strong, toned legs in those black dress pants? Yes please. His soft black hair and salt and pepper stubble on his face are practically begging to be touched. He looks good. Damn good.

“You look…” you pause, tapping a finger lightly against his pectoral, searching for the right word, “…delicious.”

Aaron blushes lightly at your ogling, offering you a sad smile as he squeezes his eyes shut out of embarrassment.

You sense the falter in his demeanor, knowing that there’s something else nagging at him far beyond his usual flustering when you vocalize your attraction to him.

“Honey,” you implore, looping your hands around his neck to bring his forehead down to touch yours. “What’s going on in that big, beautiful brain of yours?”

“It’s nothing,” he mutters, swallowing, rubbing soft circles into your sides.

“It’s something,” you counter, carding a hand through his hair at the nape of his neck. You scratch lightly at his scalp, waiting for him to speak. You’ve learned that the best thing to do when Aaron gets in a mood is to give him some time to gather his thoughts. Keeping him close, physically, is a way to show him some comfort without pressuring him to speak. It encourages him, without words, that your arms are a safe place.

“I don’t…” he starts, and then stops himself. His dark eyebrows furrow and his mouth presses into a thin line.

“Mhm?” you question, fingers still tangled in his thick, black locks.

He pulls his forehead away from yours and locks eyes with you. You let your hands be still now, a silent gesture to show him that you’re listening.

He takes in a breath.

“I don’t look the way I used to,” he says quietly, shifting his eyes away from yours.

“What do you mean,” you urge him to continue.

“I mean, I don’t look like I did five years ago. Two years ago. Four months ago. I mean, I was practically a different man when we first met. I was younger, fitter…” he trails off, visibly upset.

“Yes, Aaron, you were,” you agree, keeping your tone temperate.

His eyes snap to yours, confused. It’s clear that was not what he was expecting you to say.

“You were a different man,” you continue gently, resuming your pacifying touch in his hair, “and I was a different woman.”

Aaron lets out a huff.

“Do you love me any less now than you did five years ago?” You ask him.

“Of course not,” he’s quick to answer.

“Why is that?” You prod.

“You’re gorgeous, inside and out. You’re funny, smart, loving…” he begins, but you interrupt him before he can go on.

“And,” you butt in, “if I were to go completely grey, gain thirty pounds, and only wear a potato sack to work every day would you love me any less?”

Aaron huffs again, but this time he’s fighting a smile. He’s starting to catch on. You watch as a spark of levity returns to his eyes. He holds you a little tighter.

“No. There’s nothing you could do or say to make me love you any less,” he grumbles in annoyance, but his upturned lip and matching eyebrow tell a different story.

“Ditto, baby,” you smile up at him. “I love you at any age, any day, anywhere, and there is nothing in the world that can make me change my mind.”

He dips down then, capturing you in a kiss, grinning against your lips.

You giggle as Aaron works his way down your jawline and neck, gasping as he kisses the soft skin at the junction of your neck and shoulder, thick fingers gripping the sides of your hips. He moves his lips back up to your earlobe, nipping at it lightly as you let out another soft gasp.

“You always know the right thing to say,” he whispers into your ear, pressing another kiss right underneath it.

“Aaron, I know I said I wanted you to take this dress off me,” you say breathlessly as Aaron nips at your shoulder again, “but Rossi will kill us if we don’t show up tonight. Plus, I really want the chance to show off my super sexy FBI husband. It’s been far too long.”

He lets out a low groan into your skin and gives your hips a squeeze, nuzzling his head into your neck.

“Yeah,” he mumbles, “you’re right.”

“Aren’t I always,” you snort, eliciting a chuckle from your husband as you turn around in his arms to let him zip you up.

He takes his time, letting his fingers brush lightly over your spine as he draws the zipper over your back. When he’s done and the clasp is latched, he kisses one shoulder lightly, and then the other.

“Thank you,” you whisper, leaning back against his warm body.

“No, honey,” he kisses the top of your head, “thank you.”

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By the time you and Aaron arrive at Rossi’s mansion, the party is already in full swing. Judging by the number of cars in the makeshift parking lot on his spacious front lawn, there must be at least fifty, maybe even a hundred people here.

Despite the bustle of the evening, it doesn’t take long for you two to find Emily, Penelope, and Derek in the living room, drinks in hand, snacking on some very expensive looking food.

“Hey, look! It’s the Hotchners!” Emily cheers, teetering on the arm of the leather couch, wine glass in hand.

“Hello beautiful BAU power-couple!” Penelope chimes in from the seat next to her, cuddled up into Derek’s side.

You laugh and let go of Aaron’s hand, walking over to greet your friends.

“Hey hot stuff, look at you, look at you!” Derek chimes in, eyeing you up and down before standing to shake Aaron’s hand.

“Oh, please,” you roll your eyes at him as you give Emily a big hug.

“And you don’t look bad yourself, boss man!” Derek adds.

You shoot your husband an ‘I told you so’ look over your shoulder, before untangling your arms from Emily and giving Penelope an equally enthusiastic squeeze.

“It’s good to see you all,” Aaron smiles lightly, all dimples in the low light. He steps in to give Emily and Penelope soft hugs.

“Let’s go get you a drink,” Derek says to Aaron, clapping him on the back.

“White?” Aaron looks to you, even though he already knows the answer.

“Yes please,” you respond, “thank you.”

“Be back soon,” he smiles easily, kissing your cheek, making your heart ache.

Aaron and Derek turn and exit the room together.

Penelope drunkenly pats the seat next to her, and you plop down on the couch.

“We’ve missed you like this!” Emily exclaims, gesturing between the three of you and around the room. “I can’t believe we’ve had to wait nine whole months plusanother four just to have a drink with our best friend again.”

You laugh at her, tilting your head back lightly. “Well, you guys got a beautiful little niece out of it, doesn’t that make up for all the wild girl’s nights I missed?”

Emily sighs, dramatically, “I guess so,” she jests.

“Oh, for sure.” Penelope adds. “You look freaking gorgeous, by the way. I mean, I would have never guessed you were creating a tiny human in that body only a few months ago!”

You blush lightly at her words, “You flatter me far too much, Pen. I owe this,” you gesture down at your figure, “all to Spanx!”

“Amen!” Emily toasts. You raise an imaginary glass to theirs and pretend to clink, taking a swig of invisible liquid.

“Are J.J. and Will here?” You ask them after they’ve had a few more sips of their wine.

“Yeah, yeah,” Emily nods, “they’re around somewhere.”

You take a moment and look around the room, taking in all the sights and the sounds of the party. You see some faces you recognize from around the bureau, but others you don’t. Just as you’re about to turn back to your friends, someone catches your eye. One face stands out from the crowd: he’s a young, suave-looking man in a sharp navy suit. Sandy hair perfectly gelled, shiny brown loafers, and bright blue eyes looking right at you. In another life you would have been exhilarated by his attention, apparent charm, and good looks, but now? Now, you’re married to the love of your life with an amazing stepson and a wonderful baby girl. His wolfish gaze means absolutely nothing to you. You simply flash him a curt smile and turn back to Emily and Penelope without a second thought.

You and your friends resume your chatter, waiting for the men to return with more drinks... only they don’t. Perhaps its “new mother anxiety” talking, but the longer your husband is gone, the more you start to grow concerned. A few more minutes pass of antics, laughter, and catching up until the nagging voice in the back of your head turns into an all-out scream. All you know is that you’re suddenly feeling very overwhelmed need to be with Aaron. So, you announce to your friends that you’re going to hunt down Derek and your husband.

You stand from the couch and smooth out the skirt of your dress with the promise to be back in a few minutes.

You walk out of the living room and into the grand foyer, following the same route as Aaron had earlier. Your black kitten heels click on the marble flooring, the skirt of your dress swishing lightly as you walk with purpose towards the kitchen. You’re so concentrated on reaching your destination that you don’t realize the man who had been watching you in the living room was now hot at your heels, following you through the house. It’s only when a hand reaches out and jerks your arm backward that you stop, startled, just past the grand staircase, turning face to face with him.

“You’re not an easy woman to get alone,” he smirks, reeking of alcohol, still gripping your arm, tight. Up close he is decidedly not as handsome as the low light of the living room made him seem. In fact, he seems… creepy. Really, really, really, creepy.

“Can I help you?” You blink at him, pulling your arm out of his vice grip.

“You sure can, baby,” he steps closer to you, voice oozing with sleaze. You gag at the liquor on his breath.

Moving away, you scowl at him, crossing your arms across your chest.

“What’s say you and I head upstairs for a little while? I’m dying to get my hands on your body.” He jerks his head toward the staircase, reaching out to grab your arm again.

You’re fuming at this point, ready give him a piece of your mind when a stern voice beats you to it.

“Excuse me, what do you think you’re doing?” Aaron articulates, approaching you both with Derek not far behind.

You breathe a sigh of relief as your husband glares at the drunken man vengefully, coming to stand by your side. Aaron pulls you into him, roughly, hand tight around your waist. The anger radiating off your husband is equally terrifying and HOT.

“Take a walk, man,” Derek adds in, coming to stand next to the drunken asshole. The man looks from you, to Aaron, then over to Derek, and finally back at you.

“Whatever,” the man grumbles, putting his hands up, “she’s not worth it anyway. Not pretty enough for the hassle. I just thought she looked like an easy lay.”

“That’s enough,” Aaron snaps, seething. “Leave now, before I make you,” your husband growls. He angles his body forward so you’re slightly behind him. A shiver passes through you at his fierce protectiveness.

“Fine, I’m going to get another drink,” the man utters.

“No,” Aaron interjects, “the party. Leave the party or I’ll have you removed.”

“What’s your problem?” The creepy man retorts, this time, more confrontationally.

“My problem?” Aaron says, angrily. You feel his entire body tense at the accusation.

“Hotch,” Derek warns, “I’ll take care of it. You guys go enjoy yourselves. Forget about him.”

“Come on, Aaron,” you tug on his suit jacket lightly, eyes pleading… but Aaron doesn’t budge from his spot. He only holds you tighter as he continues to stare down the man as Derek ushers him away and towards the front door. He doesn’t falter until they are out of sight.

“Aaron?” You repeat.

He looks down at you, finally, blinking away the fury until all that’s left is an all-consuming love. He releases you from his protective hold, and you face him.

“I’m okay,” you assure him in earnest, letting out a shaky breath.

“Honey, I’m so sorry,” he breathes, bringing his hands up to cup your face.

“Aaron, it’s okay, really,” you bite your lip, shifting your eyes away from his.

“You’re so beautiful,” Aaron kisses your forehead, and then the top of your head. “So, so beautiful, and I’m so sorry.”

“Aaron, can we just go home?” You ask.

“Sure,” he kisses your head one last time before weaving his fingers between yours and guiding you gently toward the back exit.

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The car ride home is quiet. The only sounds are the occasional click of the turn signal, and the hum of the wheels on the road. Aaron is still upset, and so are you, but you’re also… something else. Something you can’t quite put your finger on. You feel guilty for ruining the evening, guilty that you FEEL guilty for something you had no control over, hungry, tired, and… horny? Oh, and guilty for feeling horny.

It isn’t helping that one of Aaron’s hands is planted firmly on your thigh. He lifts it only to adjust the air conditioning or to scratch his nose, but otherwise it remains on you the whole way home. When he pulls into the driveway of your shared house, and shuts the car off, he still doesn’t move it.

“Honey?” You turn your head to look at him. His eyes are closed. You take in the strong features of his profile, noting the prominence of his nose and the way his eyelashes rest on his high cheekbones.

“I almost punched him.” Aaron whispers, opening his eyes to look over at you sheepishly.

“You what,” you exhale, mouth slightly agape.

“That guy,” he continues, bringing his left hand up to pinch his nose. “I almost punched him for saying that about you.”

You snort, amused by his confession.

Your husband lets out a short laugh, squeezing your thigh as he does.

“I would’ve liked to see that.” You’re grinning now and so is he.

He flashes his eyes at you and laughs again, this time less anxiously. You join him, feeling the tension dissipate with every passing moment.

“My big, bad FBI man decking a barely-legal drunk dickhead for making a move on his wife? Where can I get my tickets?” You joke.

As you say the words “his wife,” Aaron’s breath hitches in his throat. His hand on your thigh presses down instinctively. Neither of his reactions go unnoticed.

You lay a hand over his where it rests on your leg.

“You know, Aaron,” you begin.

He looks over at you, jaw tight, but this time it isn’t from anger.

“This is the first time we’ve had the house all to ourselves in months,” you pull his hand off you and bring it up to your lips. You press a kiss to his palm, and then to his wrist.

“This… is true,” he breathes out, studying you, taking you in.

“So, I’m just wondering:” you grin, linking your fingers with his, “are you going to carry your wife into our house, Aaron? Or do I have to walk myself?”

[yoonpobs]

bad boy good thing | drabble i. | m

WARNINGS. jealous jk, jk's gf is hot and he's not the only one who thinks that, jimin and tae as instigators, i swear jimin and jk love each other, fucking in public spaces aka a car in a parking lot, jk luvs his gf, appearance of perpetrator jin!

NOTE. i missed this couple 🥺oc is living her hot girl summer life and jk does nawt know how to deal with it Lol. hope u enjoy loves!!!!

WORDS. 3k+

“I’m okay,” Jungkook murmurs, eyes fluttering shut as he repeats his own personal mantra. “I’m good. I’m fine—I’m chill. Chillest person ever. I’m good—”

“He’s not okay,” Taehyung snickers.

Jungkook blocks the negativity out, purposefully and intentionally. Nothing could ruin his day—not on his watch, especially as the sun shines over bodies across the beach while the waves break into beautiful fragments that he’s yearning to dip his feet into.

Personal affirmations came first.

“I’m good, I’m fine, I’m okay,” he chants like a crazy person, definitely earning some form of side-eye from the people next to him but he can’t be bothered. Another person thinking that he was insane wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to him—not when—

“You should open your eyes,” Jimin says, “How are you going to fight them if you don’t know thy enemy?”

Immediately, Jungkook’s peace is disturbed by the mouth of Park Jimin, who painfully reminds him of why he’s got into the entire personal mantra and affirmation thing. He used to think it was redundant, unnecessary. How could the universe return your wishes just as you’ve uttered them into the atmosphere? It didn’t seem logical to him.

But right now, that didn’t matter—not when he had bigger things to be worried about.

“Don’t disturb my peace,” Jungkook snaps.

“They did it first,” Jimin retorts, cocking his head towards the flock of people at a certain part of the beach, specifically towards where the water meets the shore.

Jungkook’s eye twitches. His peace is disrupted, his happiness is compromised and it’s all Park Jimin’s fault. He spent a good amount of time getting into his zone, reaffirming himself that he was in fact, fine, good—he was okay! But now, he feels all his resolve dissolve when he realises he can’t even see the main thing that was responsible for his dilemmas.

“You’d think a celebrity was on this beach,” Taehyung snorts.

“Not helping,” Jungkook says dryly.

“So isn’t your crazy person chanting,” Jimin points out, “but yet, here we are—listening to you reciting your own version of a biblical verse.”

“I’m fine,” Jungkook grits for the umpteenth time, and no less is his assertions any more convincing than it was a moment ago. The flicker of his irises towards to crowd is enough to prove that fact. “I’m just enjoying my day at the beach with my friends and my girlfriend.”

“See, there are two false statements in that,” Taehyung tilts his head downwards, offering a smug smirk that Jungkook wishes he could shove into the sand beneath him. “You’re definitely not enjoying this because I can see the veins protruding out of your neck at how hard you’re clenching your jaw, and”—the older boy makes the effort to taunt Jungkook further by letting out a low whistle the moment the crowd seems to grow slightly bigger—“you’re partially right about the friend part. Your girlfriend though … where is she?”

I’m good. I’m okay. I’m cool—

“Oblivious, as usual,” Jimin sighs, plopping back onto the beach towel beneath him while shooting Jungkook a pointed stare. “It’d be sad if you only called her your girlfriend for six months when you’ve been in love with her for seven years.”

“Okay that’s it. I’m going there,” Jungkook declares, huffing as he pushes himself off the ground while Jimin makes an effort to grab at his ankle, halting the younger boy from causing any damage and potentially getting them banned from ever returning.

“Not with that temper you aren’t,” Jimin snaps, “Sit your ass down. God. Can’t you take a joke?”

“A joke?” Jungkook splutters, abhorred. “You literally just said she’s going to break up with me!”

“I said that it’d be sad if—”

“Same fucking difference,” he hisses, rubbing a hand across his face before he kicks Jimin’s petty grip off his ankle while levelling him with a menacing glare. Jungkook’s eyes slowly drift to the side where you finally enter his vision, still smiling like the soft and sweet person you were as you help Namjoon with whatever crab hunting mission he had.

See, Jungkook’s mature enough to know that you and Namjoon were good friends, great ones, even. The two of you were smart and clicked well, and if anything, Jungkook was more envious of the fact that the two of you shared such a wholesome and meaningful friendship than anything else.

The fact that Namjoon used to have feelings for you didn’t bother Jungkook anymore, not when he knew where your heart truly laid. He also trusted Namjoon with his entire life and his firstborns (not that he’d ever tell you that, and God—did he hope that day would eventually come when it came to you). But still, Jungkook was mature—he did some growing up, and he was proud of that.

But Jungkook’s human, a flawed, ever-learning and constantly improving human. A human who’s crazy in love with his pretty girlfriend that he’s longed for years—and a human who isn’t blind. A human who can’t ignore the fact that, apparently, he wasn’t the only person that was trying to keep himself in check at how stunning you were. Every day—and especially today, with how your dainty yellow bikini drapes over the curves of your body.

Jungkook nearly cries. Yellow was his favourite colour. You wore it for him.

Not for—

“Maybe you should head over,” Taehyung murmurs, snapping Jungkook out of his love-filled mind as his eyes clear, immediately catching what his friend was referring to.

Some dude. Talking to you. Smiling at you like you carried all the answers to all the world problems as you giggle a tune comparable to birds chirping. Maybe Jungkook was exaggerating but it always sounded like you were singing his favourite song even if you were just explaining economical concepts to him like a soothing e-book.

“God, why couldn’t she have been ugly,” Jungkook groans.

“You wouldn’t have dated her otherwise,” Jimin retorts.

Jungkook gawks, affronted as he gives his two friends a scandalised expression as he places his hands over his chest to indicate the offence he took to that statement.

“I’m not superficial,” he huffs, “I fell in love with her because of her—”

“Personality, yada yada,” Jimin mocks him in a lower tune that has Jungkook glaring at him. “Yeah, okay. But don’t tell me that her being pretty doesn’t help you bust a nut every once in a while.”

Jungkook flushes.

“Well, yeah, but I’m her boyfriend—”

“Thank you for reminding me that you are in fact, still a boy,” Jimin rolls his eyes, “Men. Mansplaining everything, really.”

Jungkook’s jaw slackens as his eyes briefly land on Taehyung’s figure who doesn’t look too bothered with how the conversation turned out as he shrugs in response.

“How about you do the typical manly thing of being a jealous prick and go over there and stomp over all her fan club members,” Jimin says sarcastically, resting his arm over his eyes to shield them from the sun.

There’s a brief rustle from where the sand meets the towel, and a relatively long period of silence while the only thing that permeates the air is the sound of waves with laughter coming from a family a distance away.

“He did exactly that, didn’t he.”

“You need to stop giving him ideas,” Taehyung sighs, plopping a grape into his mouth before occupying the space next to his friend. “Should we find another beach to frequent?”

“Really?” you laugh, “That’s so cool! I’m actually planning on landing an apprenticeship there over the summer.”

“Oh?” The man is leaning way too close to you for comfort, but you’re unfazed. Jungkook doesn’t even want to know where the hell Namjoon had gone, leaving you with this broad-shouldered, terrifyingly handsome man. “I could definitely put a good word in for you if you’d like.”

You beam, appreciative rather than brazen. But Jungkook thinks the man doesn’t know that.

“I don’t think I can accept that, Seokjin.”

And of course, you knew his name.

“Why not?” Seokjin smirks, and Jungkook knows that it’s definitely done him justice in other situations. “For a beautiful—”

“____,” he interjects, smoothly (or not quite) sliding next to you as his arms wrap around your waist before his glare rests on the man before him, who looks both shocked and unbothered at his appearance. “Who’s this?”

You jump slightly at Jungkook’s arrival but relax when you realise that it was just him and not some other beach weirdo.

“Jungkook, this is Seokjin! He actually attended our university—”

“Really,” he says dryly, “That’s nice.”

“Is this your …?” Seokjin looks Jungkook up and down before settling with a rather unimpressed look. “Do seniors usually bring their shadows out for playdates?”

Your eyes widen at his patronising tone, and before can even think to correct him with a tilted frown, Jungkook’s fingers dig into your waist, a precursor to his jaw that clenches while he engages in his own version of a staredown with the man before you.

“Boyfriend.”

Seokjin raises a brow.

“Me,” Jungkook blinks, unnerved and quite frankly, tired. He’s crossed this bridge enough times, and it’s always the same. Some older dude who thought that you were doing charity work by having Jungkook tag along with like some puny little brother. “I’m her boyfriend.”

“Jungkook—” you start, softly reaching to grip his arm.

“Interesting,” Seokjin says offhandedly and Jungkook knows it’s anything but. “Well, my offer still stands.”

He’s directing it to you as you peer up at him with your notoriously innocent eyes. Jungkook hates that this douche is still unaffected by his blatant declaration of the fact that you were—taken.

“I—that’s fine, Seokjin,” you say softly, lips curling into a thankful smile before he nods.

The look he sends Jungkook is nothing short of unimpressed, and Jungkook’s thinking of clamming the dude into the sand and quite literally, bury the hatchet with him. Sure, he was handsome and broad, and undoubtedly ripped—but Jungkook trained to benchpress twice his weight so he could beat up assholes who tried to hit on his girlfriend.

Right before he leaves, Jungkook calls for his name—intentionally calling him Seokmin—noting the way his face drops into a scowl.

“You’re not her type.”

He scoffs.

“And you are?” he throws back, brows raised as a challenge.

“That’s why I get to hold her and you’re walking away.”

With that, Seokjin doesn’t bother responding to Jungkook, especially in the way that you gawk at your boyfriend’s blatant warning to the older man.

He titters off, and it’s effectively just you and Jungkook standing by the shore while you briefly see the way Namjoon stutters before deciding to return to where Jimin and Taehyung lays.

Jungkook’s still seething in his rage, clenching and unclenching his fists even though he got the last word. It wasn’t that he thought you’d elope with Seokjin and leave him—he trusted you wholeheartedly and vice versa. He knew you loved him and so did he.

It had more to do with the fact that Seokjin saw you, and eventually, him—and thought that Jungkook wasn’t fit to be your boyfriend. That he saw a gorgeous girl on the beach and expected her to be single, and if not—to be with a boyfriend that had his shit together and not … not Jungkook.

“Jungkook?” you say quietly, tugging at his elbow while you peer up at him with wide and apologetic eyes. “I’m sorry.”

It’s no good, the fact that you’re apologising. As if you were responsible for his insecurities when you’ve done nothing but shower him with love and support ever since the two of you started officially dating.

“Don’t apologise,” he says stiffly, though his heart isn’t angry—he can’t help the way his words get out. “It’s not your fault.”

“But—”

“If you apologise then you’re gonna piss me off, baby,” he says lightly, peering you down with a small smirk as your eyes widen.

“I—okay,” you say weakly, and before he knows it, you’re intertwining your fingers with his, eyes suddenly twinkling in a way he’s grown all too familiar with.

“You have the keys?” he murmurs softly.

You nod, blind and in love as you sigh.

“Take care of me?” you ask sweetly, and Jungkook forgets all about Seokjin when he has you right in front of him.

“O-Oh, fuck—Jungkook—ngh—”

Maybe Jungkook really was a crazy person, but he’d argue that you were equally as crazy to oblige to indulge in his lewd fantasies. He was crazy, for you and your cunt that was like nirvana, and it’s proven further when he fucks into you at a brutal pace, uncaring whether or not the car shakes with the exertion of the activities that were taking place in it.

It could be the fact that he had a decade worth of fantasies to play out, but he knows that he plays a huge part in opening your sexual nature and he couldn’t be happier about it, especially when you unabashedly throw your head onto your chest, whimpering with the dirty squelches of his thrusts that echo in the vehicle.

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” he growls, hand wrapping around the back of your neck to force your glassy eyes to look at him.

The look on your face is enough to get Jungkook even more riled up, your flushed cheeks and swollen lips while you nod your head manically, crazy—and his.

“Y-Yours,” you whimper, and just about then, Jungkook brings your hips down with his free hand and meets you with a sharp thrust that has your mouth dropping open and your face scrunched up in pleasure. “F-Fuck, J-Jungkook.”

“No one gets to fuck you like this,” he hisses, pressing a hot kiss to your neck as you whine, hips involuntarily swivelling to meet his fast pace. The car is shaking and it’s all too risky, Jungkook knows that—but his rationale is clouded with the antagonising face of Seokjin. “No one gets to see you like this. Only I do.”

“Y-Yes!” you sob, clutching onto him as he feels your pussy tighten viciously around him, the walls of your inner linings spasming as Jungkook hisses at the feeling. “Only you K-Kook. Only ever want you.”

Jungkook believes you, especially when you desperately hold onto him as he feels himself slowly reach the edge. He knows you are too, especially when your whines get higher in pitch, and your tugs against his shoulders get tighter. He knows because he’s learnt about your body as your boyfriend—and he’s the only person that will ever get to have you like this.

The thought, paired along with the risk of your situation only fuels his determination to get you off, his strong arms immediately wrapping around you to root you into place as he shoves his cock deeper into you.

“Come on, pretty girl,” he croons as you mewl in pleasure, breathless whines turning more desperate as your eyes flutter shut. “You wanna show me how much you want me?”

You nod manically, your pussy fluttering around his length as he grunts in exertion.

“G-Gonna—pleasedon’tstop—fuck, I-I’m cumming—!” you cry, tugging your face into the crook of his neck as Jungkook bites his lips in focus, all ready to accept your hot pleasure and his own.

“Come for me,” he encourages, lips hovering over your earlobe as you obey his orders, head thrown back as he watches your mouth drop wider and your eyes roll to the back of your head, pussy tightening around his length.

Jungkook thinks you’re beautiful. On days where you don’t feel like you do, but he may be biased to say that he thinks you look absolutely stunning for him like this. When he knows that he’s the one responsible for your reddened cheeks, the way you so desperately cling onto him whenever you’d orgasm (the only person that would ever know this fact about you), and the way that you’re left breathless, satiated and with that hazed expression after his resolute efforts.

Jungkook cums shortly after, with those exact thoughts plaguing his mind. He was so whipped. He really only had to think of you and he would get hard, and having you right above him, soft and warm with your arms draped loosely over his form made his heart all mushy and soft despite the way his cock stands erect.

You mewl in oversensitivity although you don’t complain. You never do, whenever Jungkook cums after you. Even now, when Jungkook comes down from his high with pants of his own, his own mind-clearing while his cock softens in you—you remain patient. Patient like the ever-loving, wonderful girlfriend that you were—one that Jungkook wasn’t sure he deserved.

“Wow,” you giggle, forehead resting against his as you return from your own post-orgasmic bliss. “I can’t believe I let you fuck me in a parking lot.”

Jungkook flushes, reality sinking in when he realised that the two of you weren’t hidden from plain sight. While the idea of being caught was definitely arousing, Jungkook knew he wasn’t too keen on having anyone see you delirious, even if it was all for him. He was lucky enough that your bikini top remained on the entire time, but both your sweaty bodies were enough of a dead giveaway.

“I just,” Jungkook tries to explain, words slurring in embarrassment as you raise a brow at him. “You look really pretty today.”

You stare at his forlorn expression as if admitting that pained him. Jungkook feels slightly embarrassed at how he reacted, and if you notice this, you don’t point it out—yet.

“Wore this for you,” you murmur, pressing a soft kiss to the mole under his lip. Jungkook’s heart soars at your admission even if he knew that. “You know it’s only for you, right?”

Your question is purposeful and Jungkook shamefully looks to his lap, and even then—you’re still connected. He slowly pulls out, wincing when his cum threatens to pool out of your pussy, but before he can pretend to clean you up, you’re putting your bikini bottoms back in place and clamping your hands over his cheeks so that he’d look at you.

“Jungkook,” you say sternly.

He sighs.

“Yes,” he groans, feeling a lot like a child who’s being berated. “I just—God. He was such a prick.”

“I know,” you say gently, fingers combing through his hair while he melts into your touch. “There are a lot of pricks out there, but you know that I only love you, right?”

Your confession is the same as the one you’ve made six months ago, and just last night before the two of you fell asleep—but it’s a confession that Jungkook never grows tired of.

“I know,” he mumbles as you giggle at him. “It’s just that … he really thought he had a chance with you, and when he saw me it was like—”

You frown, finger pressed against his lips to stop his rambling as he peers up at you with doe-eyes.

“None of that,” you chide lightly, “I don’t care what people think. The only person I care about is you, and no one will change that, okay?”

Jungkook feels himself relax into your touch, especially when you lean forward to capture his lips in a soft kiss that isn’t set to lead anywhere. He remembers. He remembers the times where you were unsure and all too worried of the words of others—and here you were, with him and with your gentle and loving soul, the embodiment of comfort as you tell him the words he’s always known but needs to be reminded of.

“I love you,” he says quietly as you grin widely at him, “Sorry for—you know.”

You roll your eyes, lifting your leg to get off his lap as you wince at the cum that threatens to escape your lips.

“I mean, it was kind of hot,” you shrug with a small smirk.

“God, I’ve created a monster,” Jungkook snorts, looking over at you when you shoot him a devious grin.

“You love it,” you throw back cheekily, leaning into his shoulder as he wraps an arm around you with a sigh.

He does. And he knows that he’s the only one that you’ll love back.

[jungwonenthusiast]

hi ! enhypen smut prompt request ! can i have the reader whos a female say #4 with jake or sunghoon whos a hard dom ?? if u can , can u add how the reader and the partner are enemies who got lots of sexual tension so they kinda trease e/o a lot with words and actions ? u dont have to use that plot but thank u♡

A/N: This is one of my favorite works now lol i hope u like it :) <3

Warnings: unprotected sex, rly brief oral (f recieving), degredation

Word Count: 2.9 k

“But it’s a Tuesday,” you tell Jay while zipping up your backpack.

“So?” he says. “Don’t be lame.”

“I’m not lame, just responsible.” you sing your bag over your shoulder.

“Yeah, that’s lame.” he walks with you to the lunch tables. Jungwon and Heeseung are already there chatting it up.

“You guys are coming right?” Jay asks them and they nod. “See? You gotta come.”

“It’ll be fun noona,” Jungwon says. “And you have to come because Heeseung hyung and Jay hyung are probably gonna leave me for girls.” he rests his head on your shoulder for a moment.

“Why don’t you get yourself some girls too.” you suggest and he shakes his head.

“I’m too shy.” he says quietly and you giggle.

“Alright fine, I’ll go.” you finally say and they all celebrate. “Jake’s not gonna be there right?”

“Uhm,” Heeseung looks over to Jake’s lunch table nervously. “I don’t think so.”

“You don’t think so?” you cock an eyebrow.

“He won’t be there,” Jay says. “It’ll be fine.”

You feel someone bump into your shoulder as you walk to history.

“What the hell?” you say and turn around to see who the culprit is. Of course it’s Jake. He shrugs with a half smile. That fucking ass.

After a few more classes you head home and start preparing for the bonfire party. It’s at a beach so you decide to wear your favorite bikini under your shirt and shorts. Your phone begins to buzz and it's a facetime call from Jungwon.

“Hola~” you greet him.

“Hi~” he says. “Can you take me there? My parents are at work.”

“Sure.” you say while putting all of your essentials into a purse.

“Also,” he hesitates. “I think Jake hyung is gonna be there.”

“What? How do you know?”

“I heard him talking about it during p.e.” he says quietly and you groan.

“Fuck, I don’t wanna go anymore.” you say.

“No you have to go, I will die without you.” Jungwon pleads. “It’ll be fun, we'll just stay away from him.”

“It’s gonna be hard to stay away from that giant ego taking up the whole place.” you roll your eyes.

“He’s not that bad noona, he’s actually pretty nice.” Jungwon shrugs.

“Don’t betray me like that,” you scold him. “You’re on my team alright?”

“Okay okay.” he surrenders, giggling.

You pick Jungwon up and give him the aux for the 30 minute drive to the beach.

You guys groove to SZA together.

Jungwon rolls down the window while you're on the highway and sticks his head out like a dog. He kind of is like a dog (in a good way). He’d be a shiba inu.

“Whoooo!!” he screams as the wind whips through his hair, you smile.

When you get there you park your car and get the beach towels from the backseat.

“Did you put sunscreen on?” you as Jungwon and he shakes his head. “Why do you never listen to me?”

You get a bottle of sunscreen out of your purse and rub a dollop on his face. He scrunches his nose.

“It feels like you're rubbing cake batter on me.” he complains.

“You’ll thank me when you’re fifty and you aren’t a wrinkly wreck.” you tell him while spreading it over his cheeks.

“Can we be done now?” he whines and you sigh.

“Fine.”

You two approach the crowd of people suntanning, drinking, playing volleyball, and playing in the ocean.

You drop your stuff next to Heeseung’s and Jay’s before looking around for them. They’re playing volleyball with who on the opposing team? Jake Sim.

Jungwon must’ve noticed you shooting lasers through your eyes because he grabs your arm. “Come on, let’s go swim.” he tugs his t-shirt over his head and jogs over to the water.

You follow suit, only feeling a little self conscious about stripping with Jake Sim only so far away. But it’s only because you don’t want to be vulnerable in front of your worst enemy, right?

Jungwon’s already relaxing among the waves when you get to the shore. “Why’d you go so deep?” you call out to him.

“It’s not that deep,” he says back.

You swim around with him for a bit before forcing him to look for pretty shells with you.

He gasps. “Baby crab!” he rushes to pick it up. “Look.” he holds it up to you.

You try to pet it without freaking it out. “What if it bites you?”

“It won’t, we’re friends.”

The sun is nearly gone by the time you’re done shell searching and swimming so you head over to the bonfire. You wrap a towel around yourself and snuggle up to Jay. He scrunches his nose.

“It’s cold,” you defend yourself.

Heeseung hands you a white claw and you crack it open.

“What are we doing now?” you ask but you can’t hear Heeseung’s answer over the sight of Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Niki sitting right across from you. You notice how the bonfire highlights the muscles in Jake’s chest and arms. The warm orange light washing over him makes it look like he’s glowing. Is this what Apollo would’ve looked like? “Huh?” you ask Hee.

“We’re probably just gonna play dumb highschool games.” he says.

You inhale and take a big swig of your seltzer.

“Truth or dare time~” Bree sing songs. “Sunoo truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Sunoo answers.

“Do you have a crush on anyone and if so, who?” she asks and he rolls his eyes.

“I have a crush on myself.” he says confidently.

“Fair enough, you go now.” she says to him.

“Heeseung hyung, truth or dare?” Sunoo asks.

“Dare,” he replies and Sunoo giggles.

“Give your phone to Jay and let him text anyone anything he wants.”

Heeseung groans and throws his head back. “Oh God.”

Jay cackles an evil laugh. “Gimme.”

Heeseung reluctantly hands Jay his phone. “You’re gonna text Sophie aren’t you.”

Sophie Morales, Heeseung ex. They broke up only a month ago after half a year of dating. This was about to be brutal.

“You know me so well.” Jay smiles.

“Please don’t say anything too horrible.” Heeseung pleads.

“Sophie,” Jay narrates his text message. “I miss you and your huge tits. Also I’m sorry for not telling you while we were dating but your feet are really fucking ugly.”

Heeseung buries his head into his hands, laughing. “Fucking Christ.”

“And your breath stinks,” Jay continues. “At least your boobs are nice.”

This is what I get for befriending males. You think to yourself.

“Alright that’s enough.” Heeseung snatches his phone away while everyone giggles. “My turn since I was the victim. y/n, truth or dare?” “Truth,”

“What’s your biggest regret?”

“Becoming friends with Jay, because he’s insane.”

Jay guffaws. “I’ve been nothing but good to you.”

You roll your eyes.

The game goes on for a bit until it lands on Jungwon.

“Noona, truth or dare?”

You’d usually go for truth, but you didn’t want people to think you were boring. “Dare.”

“I dare you and Jake hyung to talk to each other in private for at least five minutes.” he says, crossing his arms.

Your eyes widen and you look over at Jake, he looks like he wants to drown himself.

“What? Why?” you ask urgently.

“Because I’m tired of you guys hating each other for no reason. Now go.” Jungwon shoos you away.

“Yeah go talk.” Niki says to Jake.

Both of you don’t budge. Jay tugs at your arm. “Come on, Jake and y/n becoming friends!”

The whole group starts chanting. “JAKE AND Y/N BECOMING FRIENDS!”

You had to admit that their enthusiasm was kind of endearing, so you swallow your pride and walk over to the lifeguard tower. You hear him not far behind you.

You climb up the stairs and let your feet hang over the ledge of the patio.

He sits down next to you.

You let a few moments of silence pass before speaking up. “I don’t want to be here as much as you do, so let’s just wait for the five minutes to pass and then go.”

“Damn,” he says. “Do you really hate me that much?”

You roll your eyes. “What do you think?”

“What did I ever do to you?” he scoffs.

“I don’t need to justify my feelings.” you cross your arms.

“Why are you so dense?” he grumbles.

You whip your body over to him. “I’m the dense one?”

“Yeah,” he says proudly. You want to slap the smug look off of his pretty face. Normal face. Slightly, almost, barely good looking face.

“Such a prick,” you mumble, turning away.

“What’d you call me?” he scrunches his eyebrows.

You look him right in the eyes. You never noticed how dark and piercing they were. “A fucking prick. Cause you are one.”

His black hair is still damp and poking into his eyes. His lips are parted and they look so soft that you almost want to kiss him. But he beats you to it.

I should push him away. Push him away you dumbass. You kept telling yourself but you couldn’t do it. His lips felt too good against yours.

Your arms snake around his waist as he lays you onto your back.

You wish you had a hundred hands so you could touch all of him. Two weren’t enough. He feels like silk and he tastes like red velvet.

He pushes your jaw up so he can get to your neck. You exhale as his tongue dances on your skin. He grinds his hips into yours and you let out a small moan. Why are you letting him affect you like this? Idiot.

“I thought you hated me?” he smirks while kissing your chest.

“I do.” you breathe out.

“You sure?” he asks, his fingers traveling down your stomach and into your bikini bottoms.

“Mhm.” you say.

He kisses your collarbone. “People you hate don’t make you wet like this.”

That just makes you throb even more.

“Fuck off,” you say and he backs up.

“Really?” he says. “Because I will.”

You roll your eyes and pull him in by the back of the neck.

“Touch me,” you say and he happily obliges. You knew were in public but it was dark and honestly, you didn’t care.

“Such a slut,” he says while running a finger up and down your slit. “If you wanted me this badly you should’ve said so sooner.”

“I don’t want you asshole.” you breathe out as he circles your clit.

“You just asked me to touch you princess,” he kisses your neck. “I think that’s good evidence.”

You rub your fingers through the back of his hair and tug it back, exposing his neck. He lets out a small moan. You kiss his neck, sucking and nibbling every now and then. When you pull away there’s at least three red blotches that go from his throat to his chest.

“People are gonna see those you know?” he says.

“Whatever.” you roll your eyes.

“Are you marking me or something? Telling everyone that I’m yours?” he boasts.

It’s confusing how your anger is feeding into your lust for him.

“Shut up and fuck me.” you say and he cocks a brow.

“Maybe if you ask nicely,” he kisses your cheek sweetly. You want to wipe it off and slap him in the face.

“Who do you think you are?” you scoff at him.

“Come on dont play with me,” he pushes one finger into you and you moan. “I can tell that you want it.”

It was true. You were practically gushing.

“More,” you say, wanting another finger.

“Where are your manners?” he smirks.

You swallow your pride. “Please?”

“Good girl,” he says and it sends tingles down your spine.

He pulls your bikini bottoms to the side and rubs his thumb up your slit. “Such a pretty cunt.”

Your thighs are already trembling.

“I really thought you’d still be hating me right now.” he says lowly. “Do I make you that weak?”

You snap to your senses for a moment. “Fuck you.”

“I am.” he snickers and you roll your eyes.

“Don’t give me attitude princess.” he warns you with a dangerous smile.

“Or what?” you test him.

“Do you really wanna find out?”

“What do you think you’re intimidating or something?” you ask and he scoffs.

He sits up and grabs your arm. “Get up.”

“What?”

“Get up.” he says sternly and you do.

He grabs your hand, leading you somewhere.

“Where are we going?” you ask, agitated. If you really didn’t want to go you wouldn’t, but you secretly wanted to continue what was going on.

“My car.”

“What? Why?”

“You’ll see.”

“Hey! Where are you going?” Jungwon calls out. “Don’t leave me!” “I’ll be just a second!” you reply with an unsure smile.

“Backseat.” Jake says as you approach his Mercedes.

So bossy, you think.

You sit in the back seat and before you know it he’s pulling you into his lap.

“Let’s continue shall we?” he says and you don’t waste any time getting your lips on his.

He pushes your hips down onto his and you whimper. You were already so wet and this was just making it worse.

“Please, I can’t wait any longer.” you say, not being able to hold it in.

“For what?” he nips at your neck.

“I need to feel you inside of me.” you plead. 

“That’s better.” he tugs his shorts down and pulls your swimsuit to the side.

You grab the base of him before slowly sinking down. “Fuck yes.” you moan in relief.

He fills you up perfectly and his tip brushes your g-spot every time you bounce.

“So fucking tight.” he growls, holding onto your hips tight.

Your legs begin to tremble from the pleasure so he grabs you by the waist and lays you on your back.

He snaps his hips into yours and you whine.

He smirks. “Look at you all spread out for me,” he kisses your neck. “Taking this cock deep inside you.”

Your fingers trail down to rub at your clit. “Please don’t stop.”

He flips you over into doggy and tugs your hair, bringing your ear up to his mouth.

“Tell me how bad you want it.”

“Really bad,” you whimper.

He smacks your ass and you let out a small squeal.

“Touch with yourself while I fuck you.” he lets you go and you rest on the door. Your fingers move to play with your pussy.

His hands are tight on your waist as he pounds into you.

You feel your knees start to give out and your cunt start to pulse around him.

He chuckles. “Are you close sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” you exhale. “Please make me cum, please I need it so bad.”

“Why should I think you deserve it?”

“Please, I can’t hold it any longer.” you say and he stops his movements completely.

He gets close to your ear. “You get to cum when I say so okay?”

You accept defeat. “Okay.”

You start to get more and more flustered as he continues to fuck you just right.

“Fuck Jake I can’t,” you whimper and hold onto the car door for dear life.

He pulls out suddenly and you complain before feeling his tongue on you. Your body tenses up from the pleasure.

“You taste so fucking good,” he says and you arch your back, pushing your pussy into his mouth. He moans against you.

After only a couple circles on your clit with his tongue, you’re ready to come undone. You grab onto his hand.

“Wait wait I’m close,”

And before you can utter another word he slams his cock into you and brings his hand around you to rub your clit.

“Cum on this cock sweetheart, I know you can do it.” he encourages you.

He smiles as your moans get louder and more high pitched.

Your legs start to shake and he grabs you tight. He comes up to your ear. “Be a good girl for me won’t you.”

Your eyes roll back as bliss runs through your entire body. He was probably the best lay you’ve ever had.

Your body goes slack as he cums inside of you.

“Fuck,” he growls and slowly pulls out. He picks you up and holds you in his arms as you try to ride out the trembling.

“How am I supposed to clean up?” you ask.

“Maybe you can swim again?” he jokes and you punch him in the arm. “Do you still hate me?”

“One hundred percent.” you say confidently.

“Are you kidding?” he scoffs. “My kids are in you right now.”

You fake gag and he laughs.

[hansolmates]

distance learning (m)

banner done by the beautiful @eerieedits​

summary; after their first hookup, jungkook isn’t so sure whether you’re serious about being exclusive. after all, people say things during sex. jungkook takes it in his own hands to figure out where you stand, and he realizes soon enough that eavesdropping is a bad habit pairing; neighbor!jungkook x (f) reader genre/warnings; fluff, humor, crack, insecure!jk, unresolved sexual tension, stressed!mc, this is really just unnecessary drama bc drama is fun™, sexting, dom kook’s still a meanie in control, posession kink, cock slapping, a blowjob, cockwarming, unprotected, creampie, squirting, (wrap the pickle before u tickle folks) and of course the excessive use of the petname [redacted] w/c; 6.1k a/n; haaaaaa three months later im finally posting pt 2! i figured that no matter how many times i edit/reread at this point i think it’s time to finally let this beast go!!! enjoyyy click here for part 1: remote learning drabbles; 01

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It’s been a week since the thing.

The remote-controlled vibrator thing. 

The whole sappy-love-confesion-during-sex thing. 

Jungkook is antsy, tail tucked in, perpetually wondering whether he went too far. You seemed to like it, and Jungkook definitely loved it. It was spicy and dirty and hot, and at the same time Jungkook thought he really made progress in expressing his feelings for you. Not only that, you said you liked him back!

At least, he thought you did. 

“I really said I’d feed her lasagna and cum in the same sentence,” Jungkook bemoans into his pillow, which still lingers faintly of your Redken shampoo. “I’m disgusting. She thinks I’m disgusting.” 

People say things during sex, Jungkook knows that. In the throes of passion and pleasure, people will say anything that comes to their mind, anything that fits the mood. Of course, you’d be tied in and say you like him back. But did you like him back as a friend? As a fuckbuddy? As something more? 

“Fucking text her,” Taehyung is tired of Jungkook’s wallowing, everytime he checks in on the app developer he’s brooding in one of three places. Today’s his bedroom. Taehyung dips under the blankets, and steals Jungkook’s pillow right under his nose.

Jungkook suppresses a whimper, face melding into the blankets. Now that pillow is going to smell like Taehyung.

“Text her what,” Jungkook replies despondently. 

“I don’t know, something along the lines of ‘I wanna follow through with my proposition of feeding you my cum and lasagna—not simultaneously. Wanna go on a date this weekend?’ It’s that simple,” Taehyung gets up in Jungkook’s face, dark eyes forcing him to bore right in. “Want me to do it for you?” 

“Noo, I’m an adult I can—”

“I did it for you.” 

Jungkook nearly knocks into Taehyung’s hard head, sitting up straight when he notices his phone behind his roommate’s back. This is what he gets for sharing passwords. Thankfully, the message is cleaner than Taehyung’s words, and you’ve already replied. 

[1:23] Jungkook: would you like to go out for dinner this weekend? pasta and wine?

[1:25] You: it’s a busy week this week 🥺 raincheck? 

“Was the sex that bad?” Taehyung frowns, reading the message twice. 

“N-no,” Jungkook is sweating. He isn’t sure anymore. 

Taehyung hands Jungkook back his phone, slowly, as if you’ll reply back with a change of your mind. Jungkook is a deflated balloon on his bed, feeling like a bum in his ratty sweater and a dateless weekend. 

“It’s just that,” Taehyung puts a hand on his lip, mulling, “busy people don’t reply that fast. Like even if she wasn’t busy, there’s a fifteen-minute leeway before replying.” 

This silly rule overrides Jungkook’s mind for the rest of the week. 

The gyms have been reopened for months, and Jungkook’s trainer misses him dearly. Jungkook meets with Saeroyi in the morning, eager to get a few jabs in with some fresh equipment. He tries to move on, distract himself with a couple of pumps and a match with Saeroyi. It feels great to sweat it off, but it doesn’t help sway Jungkook’s incessant thoughts. 

The ball is in your court now, Jungkook has nothing to do but wait. Some people are just bad texters, maybe you just happened to have your phone near you when Taehyung sent the message. Maybe you just wanted to cut Jungkook off as quickly as possible so you decided to reply fast and rip the band-aid. 

No, you’re definitely not that cold-hearted. 

Re-entering his apartment complex, his eyes linger towards where your room lies on the first floor. It’s all the way at the end of the hallway, and he’s tempted to just confront you and make sure that what you and him really had is indeed, over. Conversely, you could just really be having a bad week and you genuinely do want a raincheck. 

Jungkook’s eyes trail to his form. Still in his gym clothes, and a little sweaty from the travel time. If he gets caught, he can just tell you he’s doing a cooldown by running across the hallways. Not the first time it’s happened, afterall it led him to you at one point. 

He breaks into a soft jog, making a beeline to your front door. His feet squish against your old welcome mat. You haven’t changed it since Halloween, and he smiles fondly at the black scripted “Boo Y’all” written in script next to a chibi-ghost. 

His heart beats faster as his hand lingers by the door, ready to knock. Deep breaths. Who knows, he could just be overthinking (like usual.) 

“Fuck, Hobi!” 

Jungkook freezes, his knuckles a centimeter away from your door. He backs up as if he’s been burned. His heart has fallen all the way down to his ass, and intends to stay there because now he feels like a damn fool. 

The bed is creaking relentlessly, a rhythmic pattern that has Jungkook’s face crumbling at every spring. Jungkook’s face hovers over the door, his ear brushing against the wood. 

“C’mon, bunny,” the male voice is teasing, “you know you love having me over. It would satisfy both of us if you’d just let it go.” 

Bunny. A cute pet name, for sure. The way it rolls off the stranger’s tongue is natural, as if he’s been saying it for years. But what about being his doll, is that not good enough? 

You’re huffy, taking deep breaths. He doesn’t want to hear anymore. Jungkook has put himself through enough self-wallowing for the week. What if he was just a stepping stone to meeting new people that will satisfy you better? What if you just needed one good orgasm to get your flow back, and Jungkook’s job is done? Sure, there were no strings attached when he proposed to have sex with you, but he thought… 

No more thinking. Jungkook jogs away from the door, even going so far is to jog all the way up to the penthouse. 

He hates this. 

You hate this. 

It’s been five days since Hoseok’s arrival, and you are going bonkers. Why couldn’t he get a hotel or an AirBnB? Because he’s cheap as fuck, that’s why. Your dinky cousin has been clinging to you like a lonely koala, and while you found it cute in the 5th grade, it doesn’t translate well nearly two decades later. 

Every morning is the same. You make a subpar toast and Nutella breakfast, letting Hoseok’s slices go cold as you log in for work. You’ve been clocking in earlier in the hopes to finish the majority of your tasks before Hoseok wakes up, because by then you can barely function. Once he wakes up, he’s relentless, bouncing on the bed and talking your head off while you try to concentrate on whatever your boss is telling you. Whenever he jumps too hard, your cheap mattress causes your laptop to fly, and the only thing you can do is curse him out. Sometimes he plays Disney movies and sings in tandem, choreography and all. 

You know that Hoseok is stressed and this is his outlet, and you don’t have it in you to stop his incessant habits. He’s visiting your area because of a lucrative job offer nearby and the interviews are sporadic, making Hoseok linger in your apartment for hours at a time until he’s summoned for whatever test they want to throw at him. 

Most of the interviews are in the evening, and it’s when you can clock back in and finish your leftover assignments while Hoseok is also working. By the time he returns, you’re dog tired and so is he. 

Every night, you try to move away from Hoseok’s clingy self, as he grapples onto your waist and slings a thigh over your belly. You wish it were someone else sharing the bed with you. 

If you bring Jungkook into the picture however, you’d be burnt for the week. Complete crumbs. It would be too much stimulation for you, having to balance work, Hoseok’s incessant attitude, and putting on a face for Jungkook. Your relationship with the penthouse neighbor is barely budding, hardly watered considering Hoseok’s sudden visit. You cling to the fact that in a couple days you would be giving your undivided attention to Jungkook, most of your priorities out of the way, and most importantly, you’ll have your own room back. 

Maybe you could surprise him by giving him a pasta dinner, just like he proposed. 

Unable to get the thought out of your head, you blindly reach for your phone on the nightstand. It’s late, very late for a workday. The blue screen burns your eyes a bit, but you're determined to at least check up on Jungkook. You can’t take too long, otherwise you won’t be able to sleep and get him out of your head. Dear, unassuming cousin Hoseok is fast asleep next to you, due to the fact it’s nearly midnight. Making sure not to disrupt him, you carefully cup your phone in your hands, putting it on the lowest light setting. 

[11:54] You: hey, hope work hasnt been as draining for u as it’s been for me  ☠️  what’s your opinion on pasta sauces, red or white? 

Jungkook is normally a fast texter, at least from your experience. It’s you that’s the sporadic texter, sometimes taking hours to reply, other times in seconds. It never really mattered until now, however. But it takes five, ten, and finally fifteen minutes before you get a response. 

[12:09] Jungkook: ??? 

You frown, wondering what you said wrong. 

[12:10] You: do you not wanna do pasta anymore? Are you craving something else now?

[12:10] Jungkook: i don’t think it’d work out 

[12:10] You: why? 

[12:11] Jungkook: im sure you know why, bunny. 

Strange. He’s never called you bunny before, and in your opinion you think he’d be the bunny in the relationship—soft and cuddly on the outside, and an absolute horn ball in bed. Is this some sort of weird power play? Is he being passive aggressive on purpose? Whatever this game is, you’re not into it. Grumbling under your breath, you snake out of bed, looking blindly for your slippers in the dark. You’ll be in and out of Jungkook’s apartment in ten minutes. 

Just as your hand brushes the doorknob, your new roommate calls for you. 

“Bunny?” Hoseok calls blearily, and you’re staring straight at his cookie-printed eye mask, “what time is it, where are you going?” 

“Um, out,” you reply shortly, “I forgot I left my laundry in the dryer.” 

“Oh, m’kay. Come back soon, y’know I can’t sleep alone.” 

It’s then you realize. Bunny. Jungkook thinks that Hoseok and you are a thing. He really needs to stop eavesdropping on you. 

You feel your pussy frown. Your cousin is such a cockblock and he doesn’t even know it. Without an answer, you slip through your door and into the first free elevator. As you zing up the floors with the magical 1234 code, you work and rework your hair in and out of its style, wondering if you’ll look more presentable with your hair messy or thrown back. 

As soon as you reach the penthouse, you burst into action. “Jungkook!” you cry, pounding the front door, “it’s a misunderstanding, open up!” 

The door immediately swings open after the first three knocks, and you punch Taehyung in the chest. 

“You look awful,” Kim Taehyung drawls. Taehyung is wearing nothing but a cranberry red silk kimono, and you have to avert your eyes and focus on his face, which is even worse because he’s looking at you like an all-knowing psychic. 

“Gee, thanks,” you try to move past him, but he’s blocking the door. 

“Jungkook’s in a meeting with some foriegn developers,” Taehyung talks with his hands, pretending like he has any idea of the nature of his roommate’s job, “when it’s this late he doesn’t leave his office until morning. Door’s locked.” 

“Well then, can you relay a message?” 

“Depends, is this message going to hurt him further?” 

Oh my goodness, when Taehyung wants to be he is such an enabler. “Tell Jungkook he’s done wallowing. Instead of jumping to conclusions, maybe he should’ve just asked me why we couldn’t go on a date this week.” 

“You could’ve also just told him you have a man on the side.” 

“Ohmygod you two are two iotas of a combined braincell!” you shove your hands in your pocket, hotly scrolling through your phone so you can shove a picture in his face. “This is Jung Hoseok, my cousin who derailed my plans this week by crashing in my too-tiny apartment and forced me to raincheck with Jungkook. He’s a blabbermouth and would tell everyone—my parents, my grandparents, my great-aunts—about Jungkook if he found out I was dating, and I’m not ready for that,” you zoom in on the picture, despite the fact that the screen is practically touching Taehyung’s nose, “and the reason Hoseok calls me bunny is not sexual—you two are fucking gross—I had front tooth problems in elementary school and I had a brace on my two big teeth, it was not pretty.” 

“Ah, bunny.” Taehyung echoes with wide eyes, looking at you as if you’re now the one with sage wisdom, “it all makes sense now.” He gulps, taking in the old photo of a mini-Hoseok and you, yourself frowning to cover your huge braces and Hoseok trying to pull your gums apart with his greasy little fingers. 

Satisfied by Taehyung’s evident squirming, you decide you’re too tired to further this interaction. “Tell the other half of your cell for me, will ya?” You’re already turning away, pressing repeatedly at the elevator button, “I would love to go on a date with him as soon as he gets his head out of his ass.” 

Jungkook is tired, but not tired enough to murder Taehyung and make it look like an accident. 

When he has late meetings, Taehyung is usually quieter around the apartment, and even gets Jungkook a hot meal once he wakes up in the afternoons. Today, Jungkook slept through and through. Normally he’d wake up midway to Taehyung’s television dramas, or the clanging of last night’s dishes but nope, not a peep. 

And today’s hot meal is takeout from Jungkook’s favorite ramen restaurant. That only means one thing—something has gone to shit and Taehyung feels guilty. 

Jungkook sips his tonkotsu impossibly slow, hearing Taehyung’s words—your words from last night—clear as day. Taehyung even describes in detail where the nickname bunny comes from, down to how miserable you looked in the photo with your monstrously metal-bent teeth. Oh, how he wishes he can swaddle you between the blankets, hold you and comfort you while you deal with your family. 

[2:45] Jungkook: doll, im so sorry

[2:45] Jungkook: please, i booked us a weekend at that new spa that just opened downtown. The tickets are flex, so if your cousin doesn’t leave by then week we can always reschedule 

[2:51] Jungkook: baby doll… 

This is far worse than believing you didn’t like him. Now Jungkook is antsy, knowing you deserve all the space in the world because of how silly he was being. You owe him nothing. If he just waited it out until you were ready, he wouldn’t be in this mess. He’s potato-esque throughout the day, thankfully Taehyung gives him space as he watches hours of mindless television. 

You don’t reply until very late into the night. 

[10:10] You: IM ALIVE--barely!! And mr. jeon, you’re not only a triple texter, but an ellipsis texter???? You’re asking for trouble

Jungkook has no shame, immediately texting you back. He can’t help it, he’s smitten. 

[10:12] Jungkook: taehyung explained everything. It’s all his fault. Don’t ask why, it’s his fault. Im so sorry. 

[10:12] You: mm, it’s okay. Just a misunderstanding. I was pretty upset last night, but i’ve been pretty tired this week so my fuse is short. 

[10:14] Jungkook: you should go to sleep now, doll. We’ll have time together after your cousin leaves

[10:14] You: just a couple more minutes. Miss u and your cute face 

[10:16] Jungkook: 

[10:16] Jungkook: will this hold u off until saturday?

Jungkook is a pile of goo. Pink, warm, happy heart-glittered goo. It takes a minute for you to reply, and for that whole minute Jungkook is kicking his legs under the sheets of his bed like an eager five-year old who just gave his crush his Valentine. Maybe it’s taking you so long to reply because you’re trying to send a selfie of your own, running off to the bathroom to take a cute selfie if your cousin is asleep in bed. 

[10:19] You: fuck, i kno that’s supposed to be a cute selfie, but i want you so bad. I want to sit on your face, let your lips glisten with my pussy as i cum all over that pretty face

[10:19] You: i wanna touch myself so badly but fuckin’ hoseok is out here snoring like he’s gon hack a lung. Panties are so wet 🥺🥺 your doll is needy for you, wanna be played with

[10:20] Jungkook: lfjsdl;fkjs;fjsoisfoisljsdfsdklfjsdklf 

He throws his phone across the bed, feeling himself twitch in his red flannel pyjama bottoms. The thought of you so hot and needy when you’re ten floors down has Jungkook absolutely livid. He doesn’t know how he’s going to talk to you, comfort you without missing you like crazy. 

Jungkook thinks back to what he has in his fridge. His contractor sent him a cheese assortment, maybe he can bring it down pretending to be a friendly neighbor. Maybe Hoseok can go to the convenience store to conveniently grab a bottle of wine. He can make both of you cum in five minutes, flat. 

Akin to a dumb, horny teenager, he sighs. He rubs his palm longingly over his member. He’s horny, but he’s also eager to see your face. Talk to you, get reacquainted with your routine and sneak his way into it. He wants to be a part of your life, and he’s hoping you will too. 

[5:02] You: Jungkook, you left me hanging last night

[5:05] Jungkook: baby doll… i wouldnt have been able to handle myself if we continued

[5:06] You: so you decided to dip :( 

[5:06] You: could u play with your doll a lil bit, kook? Hobi left for another interview

[5:08] You: PNG.0901

Jungkook was a fool to believe that you would drop him like that. No, Jungkook can see now that you two are a match made in heaven. You have a bite, never afraid to speak your mind when needed. This translates to a hunger you shamelessly share with Jungkook, both sexual and romantically intimate. He almost wishes he could’ve seen you act like a bitch to Taehyung last night, he can only imagine how sexy you looked telling him off. 

He has the technology to blow up your picture, the one that’s currently having him close his laptop and shove it to the side. He spreads his legs further across his glass desk, trying to find comfort between his tight pants as he absorbs every bit of your skin. 

It’s nothing too risque, but it’s nothing short of sensual. The room is dark, but it’s very clearly a picture of your hand between your thighs. Again, you’re between your wall and bed, squished between your office chair with your legs spread as far as they can go. Your skin is so soft looking, plush as you press two fingers between your damp panties. Adorable. 

[5:12] Jungkook: you know why i never replied last night? Because i was too busy jacking off to your dirty words doll. U really need your mouth washed

[5:12] You: wanna wash it with something else🍆

[5:12] You: please kook, i need something. Hoseok will come home soon and i might rip his head off. Help prevent a murder

Jungkook chuckles, clutching his phone closer to his body. He loves how much you’re opening up to him. Last week feels like so long ago, how you were all flushed and wide-eyed at the proposition of sex. He thinks you two can have a lot of fun getting to know each other, both emotionally and physically. 

[5:15] Jungkook: i was gonna wait until i sent this, but i think my doll needs it. Here’s what i was doing last night

[5:17] Jungkook: MP4.13

He… has a meeting in five minutes. A very important, very serious meeting. Jungkook jacked off enough last night, now it’s your turn. He hopes you like it. It’s not a very long video, barely a twenty-second clip of him fisting his cock. Taehyung was still home at the time, so he had to keep quiet. However, he couldn’t get the image of you out of his head that night, rubbing your thighs together in a cramped mattress as you try to erase the dirty thoughts of him. A murmur of your name, and the image of his precum dripping down his knuckles. You hope it’s enough. 

[5:34] You: u make everything so much easier💜✨

[5:35] You: MP4.234

Two minutes. The video you send is even shorter than his, barely fifteen seconds. You’re in a much more comfortable position, horizontal on the bed. Your shirt is ridden up to the underside of your breasts, one hand clutching your bare breast so hard he can see your cotton plush skin bulging between your fingers. The other hand has your panties shifted to the side, three fingers in your sopping cunt. 

“Mmh—fuck, f-uck Jungkook—” the words are mere breaths, puffs of air as you reach your orgasm. 

His call connects. He nearly drops his phone on the glass.  

“Jungkook!” Andreas from Germany wishes him brightly, “you look great, glowing even!” 

Jungkook blushes, and mutters something about having to go to the bathroom before they start. 

Taehyung makes himself scarce on Saturday. He packs a duffel bag for himself and takes the PlayStation, knowing it’ll be a long weekend at Jimin’s. 

Jungkook is on livewire for the morning. He even express-delivers a pasta roller to his house, and he spends all morning testing out the perfect pasta dough. His black apron is covered in flour, and he can barely comprehend the tutorial that’s teaching him on his flatscreen. 

He’s on autopilot. He hasn’t contacted you since he sent that selfie, and he doesn’t intend to. Jungkook understands why you made yourself scarce in the beginning of the week, preferring to raincheck and pin your relationship for a better time. Jungkook’s brain is overridden with you, swollen with thoughts of you. You would never be able to focus if you kept in contact like you did last night, especially if you can’t get away from Hoseok. 

Absence surely makes the heart grow fonder. 

Slapping his hands against his trousers, he surveys his handiwork. His pasta is appropriately floured and wrung, each handful of fresh dough wrapped in little nests. Off the stove is a bechamel sauce, a base ready to be cooked in whatever kind of pasta dish you want. He thinks the two of you would have fun making your own non-traditional pasta dishes. 

The soft knocks on his front door interrupts his train of thought, and he knows it’s you. 

You stand in front of the door, impossibly small in a large shirt and a plain pair of leggings. At the sight of Jungkook, a smile as warm and sweet as hot chocolate worms its way to your face, and you collapse into his arms. 

He sighs gratefully, sinking into your small body. When he pulls away, he can’t help but frown at your apparent exhaustion. You must’ve come back from something tedious, because sweat dots your brow and your eyes are still puffy and dark. Your chest arches bonelessly into his, hoping to melt in his embrace. 

“Hi,” you say.

“Hey,” he replies. 

“It’s Saturday.” 

“It is Saturday.” 

You rub your nose between the fabric of his button down, “I should’ve been more specific when I wanted to raincheck on you,” you murmur into the white cotton. 

“No, I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions,” Jungkook whispers, even though you’re the only two people on the floor, “I’ll make it better, yeah? I’m going to love you so good tonight, won’t have to lift a finger—” 

You shake your head, looking at him calmly. “Jungkook, it’s been a long week. Hobi got the job, I spent all this morning moving his two-ton speaker set into his new apartment. I don’t want anything gentle. I want you to rail me into next week,” Jungkook chokes on his saliva when you reach to cup his dick through his pants, already sporting a chub, “fuck me breathless. I want—no, I need this.”

Anything for you, but Jungkook isn’t going to let your mouth runneth over that easily. He wants that too, obviously. But again, you’ve made him wait. 

Bending slightly, Jungkook whispers darkly into your ear, “Who said you can decide the rules here, doll?”  he’s been waiting all week to slip back into this persona, one that has you shivering delightfully under his touch. A small, secret smile tucks itself under your lips as you tilt your head down, but Jungkook catches it. It shows you’ve missed it too. He lets your sneaky smile  slide for now, only because he’s missed you so much and you’ve had a long day. 

“If I wanna fuck you rough, I’ll fuck you rough. If I want to edge you until you're sobbing on the corner of the kitchen table, I’ll do it,” Jungkook spits every declaration into your skin, biting at your shoulder so hard you cry deliciously. 

He drags you over to the living room, and he could sing at how easily you follow directions. Both of you have been tied up this week, and some hard sex would definitely ease that frustration, “Knees,” Jungkook commands, and you waste no time sinking to the floor, hands atop your knees. 

You look up through your lashes, eyes big and glassy. His poor girl is tired, and he finds it all the more attractive that you’re willing to push that aside to make eachother feel good. 

“Pretty, pretty,” he chants, pulling down his pants and letting his dick spring free, “suck.” 

You waste no time, and he watches as your eyes dilate over the expanse of his cock, half-hard and ready for your mouth. Your nails dig into your knees as you start with featherlight kisses, finally turning into sloppy smacks as you lick all over his dick. 

Jungkook groans, weaving a hand into your hair to force his dick down your throat. You gag at the sudden intrusion, but it doesn’t stop you from taking it like a champ. Hard, deep thrusts that he’s sure you can feel all the way in your stomach. You gag at each thrust, but don’t let up as your hot tongue wraps him up and licks at the pre-cum. 

“Fuuuuck, doll,” he rips you away, his now hard dick springing away. He’s a little shaky on his knees, but he plants his feet down as he grips his cock, slapping the tip of it across your cheek. It smears your face, glossing your flushed cheeks in a mixture of your saliva and pre-cum. “Are you trying to make me cum first? So sweet, you don’t even care if you cum tonight, hmm? You owe me, making you believe you had another man.” 

This isn’t true, of course. The both of you know it was just miscommunication, but it doesn’t hurt to play it up for pleasure. 

“N-no Kook, I’m yours,” you grapple at his pants, pulling them down so he can get them off completely. 

“Right. You’re. Mine.” With every punctuated word is a light slap to your cheek, and you take it. His cock bounces right off of you, until you finally move your head to suckle at the engorged tip, “I’m keeping you forever, doll. Don’t you know that?” 

Throughout this whole process, you don’t move, other than the minute clawing at your knees. You’re so good to him. Jungkook pulls away and ignores the ache in his member for now, taking off your clothes for himself. It’s like unwrapping a gift, revealing every bit of skin reserved for his viewing. “So sexy,” he remarks once he’s got you bare, pulling you onto the couch. He’s still in his button down shirt, his date night shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbow. However, he lets your hands inch under the stiff fabric, feeling for his taut muscle. 

He guides your aching cunt to his cock, sinking you down. It’s a tight fit, and you both moan at the brush of contact. Despite not being prepped, you’re still slick, and it makes up for it. He doesn’t thrust up or anything, just guides his lips to yours with a threadbare brush of his finger. 

“Kook, d-do you want me to move?” you mumble against his cherry-flavored lip balm. 

“Good dolls don’t move until they’re told,” your eyes widen innocently at the statement, and you crumple against his mouth, at his next words, “cum like this.” 

“Awh shit, please no,” you tear up, burying your head between the crook of his neck, “I can’t wait.” 

“Thought you wanted me to fuck you into next week. You can’t do this one little favor for me?” he’s being so mean, and you hate him for it. Haven’t you earned it? “C’mon baby, I thought you wanted me?” 

It’s silent, save for the soft Italian restaurant music playing from whatever tutorial he’s hooked up to his television. It’s terribly cliche, like you’re in the porno version of a European romance movie. He thinks nothing of it, not when your juices are dripping on his thighs, your skin soft and pliant in his grip. Jungkook drums his fingers against your spine, seemingly uncaring that you’re stuffed deep into your womb. 

On the other hand, it’s the only thing you’re acutely aware of. His thick, warm cock is nestled between your folds, right where it should be. You clench once, twice, thankful that this isn’t some crazed wet dream. States of sleep and consciousness have blurred this week, you’re lucky that you made it all the way up to Jungkook’s apartment. 

You can’t cum like this. You need to bait him. You moan, the sound slow and rumbly against your throat as you weave your fingers through his dark tresses. Moving the strands aside to kiss his cold metal earrings you murmur, “I love this, Kookoo. I’ve wanted you all week, I was going crazy. I kept playing last week in my head over and over. I even put in my little vibrator, hoping you’d pull up the app.” 

Jungkook’s teeth clench, and his grip is borderline painful as it digs into your hips. 

“I haven’t been able to cum all week, and I want to do it all over you,” you husk, playing with the roots of his hair. 

You can feel yourself dripping, wetness lubricating you even further and probably staining his thighs and couch with your arousal. Every second that passes is killer, and the fluttering towards your pussy tighten further as Jungkook’s cock twitches in response. Your pussy continues its ministrations, butterfly-like flaps against his hot member that have you vibrating.

“Mm, oh, I’ll cum for you,” and surprisingly, you might be able to. All this dirty talking has gotten you riled up. Just a little bit more and—

Jungkook shoves you off his cock, forcing you to land on the couch. 

“No!” you cry, wiping your face. Your cheeks are ruddied, and you’re annoyed. The coolness of the autumn air has you feeling chilly, and you want to scream at Jungkook for disrupting your orgasm. You feel empty. 

You’re not annoyed for long however, as Jungkook flips you on your back and gives you what you’ve been craving. 

“You glide right in, don’t ya doll,” the friction is deliciously blazing, his hands pushing you further into the large couch as he takes you from behind. Hot, fast smacks against your ass come from the way his balls bounce back and forth as he pistons his cock in and out. “F-fuck, you’re so good to me. So good, I love having you like this. All pretty and dripping, you really know how to make a guy wait, huh?” 

“Mmph! N-no—hng, but I’m y-yours, Kook,” you garble out, and you’re practically eating the throw pillow you’re propped up on as he slams you further into the cushions, so hard you may fall off, “all yours, honey. N-no more waiting. I want you, want you so badly—ah fuck!” 

“It’s worth it, you’re worth it,” he says over and over, his thrusts becoming sporadic and losing their rhythm once he feels you clenching uncontrollably. He presses his two fingers to your sloppy bud, swirling around the juices eagerly. “C-cum, baby doll. You deserve it, yeah? Cum on this cock, let go.” 

You’re starting to see spots, black and white alike. Finally shying away from his cock you rest on your back, but Jungkook doesn’t stop his fingers from flying across your clit. One look at his face and you’re gone. Pretty brown eyes, overflowing with affection. The feeling is different, and it’s the acute pressure between your stomach and pussy that makes you notice what’s going on with your body. The pressure finally releases, your eyes fluttering shut as you rest your cheek on the cushions. You dissolve, a mess on the couch as white hot liquid ejects from your body, spraying Jungkook’s thighs and cushions. 

“Y-you just,” your lover’s mouth is parted open like a baby kitten, uncaring as to how the dark liquid stains his couch fabric. 

“Squirted?” you answer breathlessly, a melty smile on your lips, “y-yeah.” 

 It sets him off, a button left dormant until now. The thatches of hair that surround his cock are dripping with your mess, a cold reminder that he got you to this high. He doesn’t hesitate to slip his cock back into you, and you gasp at the overstimulation. You try not to focus on how your body is a bundle of lit nerves, only to help Jungkook reach his completion. 

“S-so perfect,” he warbles, pressing kisses to your jaw, chin, lips. Each thrust is deep, thick and heady with emotion. “Mm, I wanna cream this pussy sooo badly—mm, all mine, all wet and warm and so so sweet—” 

He cries out your name, biting into your shoulder as your walls fill further with his hot cream. Your thighs are shaking from sensory overload, and Jungkook has to hold you down and soothe you into a state of reality to cling on. 

Satiated, he nuzzles into your chest, feeling absolutely featherlight. 

“T-thank you,” you say gratefully, when at least three out of your five senses return to your body. Your hands dip down to clutch his cheek, pinching lightly at the warm skin.

“Don’t thank me yet,” Jungkook exhales into your breasts, “d-didn’t even feed you my cum yet.” 

You scoff, pinching his cheek again. You’re aware of his softening cock between your folds, ready to seep the efforts of today’s coupling, but your stomach says otherwise. You crane your neck to make note of the kitchen island, staring curiously at the metal pasta roller and the little nests of carby goodness that decorate the cutting board. 

“Feed me pasta first, please. You have all night to feed me dessert.” 

Jungkook giggles into your stomach, he doesn’t mind feeding you in that order. 

bonus.

“So.” 

“So?” you have cream sauce on your lips, happily slurping on an angel hair. 

“You haven’t told me you liked me back yet,” Jungkook rests his palm in the swell of his cheek, content with watching you eat from where he’s standing on the counter. He leans his upper body across the marble table, muscles rippling against his white shirt. 

“Oh, I did!” you’re affronted, swinging your legs on the high chair, “I totally did last week!” 

“Yeah, well. Can you say it while I’m not inside you?” 

“Okay,” you blink, quirking him with a simple smile, “I like you.” 

“That was anticlimactic,” Jungkook jokes at the brevity of your confession, yet his heart betrays the charm he finds in the three words. 

You scoff, jabbing your fork in the little next of springy noodles. “What do you want to hear? I’ve wanted you since I’ve moved in? I think you’re really handsome when you pace the hallway doing work on your phone? I like the way you cook?” 

“Keep going,” Jungkook sing songs, walking over to hug you from behind.

The stool swings back and forth as he rocks the two of you, softly and slowly so you don’t throw up your dinner. He noses into your neck, inhaling your scent and committing it to your memory. 

“Mm, dessert first,” you insist, twirling around the stool so you can wrap your legs around his waist. “And then I can tell you exactly how much I like you,” your fingers play with the buttons of his shirt, walking the pads of your fingers across his chest. 

Jungkook grins, hands reaching to cup your bottom and bring you to his bedroom. Of course, he’s always willing to satisfy your insatiable appetite. 

[officialscaramouche]

ayo feel like doing a gorou confession fic for me? pretty please with sprinkles on top (you know that fucking tiktok)

Ofc Pizzato anything for u my dear 🥰

Pairing: Gorou x gn!reader

Warnings: slight angst

Word count: 1,969

You heard a couple friendly knocks on your office door, eyes glancing to the clock to see it was a little past noon and you knew exactly who it was. “Come in,” you chime, putting down your pen and stretching upwards with a smile.

“Helloooooo!” You hear as the door swung open, Kazuha flaunting an envelope between his fingers. “Letter time!”

You sweep to your feet and give him grabby hands. “Give it to me!” He chuckles and places the thin paper into your hands. “Tell me who it is already,” you giggle as you rip it open and slide the letter out.

“No,” he sighs, rolling his eyes. “I keep my promises.”

You quirk and eyebrow before you fold open the letter. “Even if I bribe you with dango?”

Kazuha smiles. “Even if you bribe me with dango.”

You grunt and groan but it quickly stops when you unfold the letter, reading the contents.

Good afternoon, cupcake, it starts. You blush at the pet name. I hope your day is going as well as mine. I’ve just won the office lottery! I’m going to ask for more snacks in the break room. That way, everyone benefits too! Specifically though, I want more sakura mochi! The ones you made for us were delicious. Share your recipe? :3

I adore you, your secret admirer.

You squeeze the letter to your chest and squeal, your face warm from blushing and your heart pounding against your chest. “Oh, Kazuha, whoever this person is, I really wish they’d come up and confess!”

Kazuha tuts and wiggles his finger. “But then the mystery wouldn’t be there anymore.”

“Screw mystery!” You squealed, gazing down at the illegible and scratchy handwriting, the mysterious stains and fur all over the page. “I’m ready to hear these words in person.”

Just then there was a knock on your door and a quick turn of the knob, one of the top brass leaning against your door frame. “Good morning, Chatty Cathy’s,” sang a familiar voice and ear twitches.

You wave while Kazuha bows, hiding the letter behind your back. “Good morning, General Gorou.”

The tail behind his back wagged discreetly as the two men share a knowing glance. “Kazuha,” the general clears his throat. “May I speak with you?”

The samurai nods his head and gives you a little wave as he walks out the door. “Bye boys!” You sing, tucking the letter back into the envelope and putting it away.

The next day, as routine, a little past noon you heard three friendly knocks on your door. You excitedly put your pen down, closing your ledger and standing out of your chair and onto your feet. “Kazuha,” you grinned. “Come in!”

He pushed the door open with his back, lugging a big box with some plastic sticking out from the top. “I’m just a mule to you guys aren’t I?” He groaned, lifting the box up and onto your desk. “This is ridiculous.”

You stood on your tippy toes to try and peek inside the box without being obnoxious. “What is it?” You hum, getting more and more restless.

“Your letter, what else?” He kind of snapped, letting out a deep sigh and rolling his eyes. “I wish he’d confess too. That way I don’t have to carry these things.”

You pulled back the top of the box that was just out of your reach. “Here,” pushing your hands away, Kazuha tore the box apart to expose a giant basket full of goodies and flowers. “The letter.”

Kazuha snapped the taped-on letter from the plastic and handed it to you. Wasting no time at all, you rip the envelope open and unfold the letter.

Dearest [Y/N], you’ve pierced my heart like an arrow through a target and I simply cannot get you off my mind. I heard from the grapevine that you wish for my confession. …Maybe I shall do so in the near future? It’s not that I do not want to be yours, but rather that you make me quite nervous. Still, we see each other for terribly brief moments but these moments are the most precious to me. Hopefully I can muster up the courage to finally tell you how I feel. In the meantime, please accept these treats and toys imported from across the globe. My favorite are the dog-shaped biscuits.

Your shy admirer.

Looking up from the letter you find Kazuha stuffing his face with some chocolatey cookies from within a tin box labeled ‘Fontaine.’ “Are those good?” You ask, reaching in and stealing one.

“Mhm,” Kazuha hums, taking a bite out of the one in his hand. “I’ve never had Fontaine chocolate. I guess the rumors about being the best were true.”

You melt under the sweet taste and crunchy texture, thinking that if your crush’s letters had a taste, it would be like this. “This is so nice,” you sigh, eyes sparkling as they gaze upon the basket. “Do you think he’s going to confess to me?”

Kazuha stares out the windows of your office that peer into the rest of the building, watching a certain general spill water on himself and the resistance leader. He takes another bite of a cookie. “Maybe.”

You squeal in delight and spin around in joy. “My heart’s beating so fast! I hope he does it soon or I’ll explode!”

Kazuha chuckles and playfully shoves you aside. “If you explode, I’m eating all of your snacks.”

“No! They’re mine!”

Weeks— almost a month— go by with no further letters. Kazuha stopped coming by, whether at noon or otherwise. The only knocks you got were visits from Kokomi about the budget or from other soldiers carrying reports and receipts from spending. Your heart ached at the sudden lack of contact, wondering if you had done or said something wrong.

Maybe your eagerness was intimidating and this mystery man just wanted someone to flirt with without commitment. Maybe he got bored of you. Maybe he didn’t want to talk to you anymore.

Regardless, you wanted to try and spark it back up in case you’ve stepped on some toes without realizing. That night when you got home, you tossed the ingredients for sakura mochi into a bowl and got to mixing.

The office ate everything you brought before lunchtime rolled around. With such great success, you had confidence that he’d reach out to you tomorrow, if not today.

But alas you were left in silence once more, leaving your heart to crumble and ache. You were quick to recover, considering you never met the guy— let alone knew his name. But you had no time to be worrying anyway, because in a couple of days one of the squads were returning from the front lines and you needed to factor in medical costs. Apparently they took a hard hit when Sara Kujou showed up with her samurai. Kokomi was depending on you, and you didn’t want to let her down.

You spend these few days really crunching the numbers, making sure that every wounded soldier would get the basic medical necessities with some left over for any miscalculations. With every i dotted and every t crossed, you stuffed your report into a fancy envelope and handed it to Kokomi. “Thank you [Y/N] for your hard work under such a sudden timetable.” She thanked, tucking the envelope under her arm. “The team should be arriving tomorrow, so I will be submitting this for review immediately.”

You bow respectfully and offer your thanks for praise. “It’s no problem at all, Her Excellency. I was given ample time to prepare the balance sheet.” You begin to turn when you’re stopped once again by her.

“Before you go,” she smiles softly. “Would you mind helping out at the infirmary? We’re short handed right now with the sudden intake of Delusions.”

“Of course, Her Excellency. I will be there whenever you need me.”

You weren’t specialized in medics but you had helped around often enough to know the basics. And anyone could become a master at immediate medical attention after doing it so many times.

The flood of gurneys was a little disheartening to see, but you were still thankful for all that they do for the greater of the country. It must be scary being at the front lines, but everyone knew what they were signing up for.

You catch sight of Genera Gorou and Lord Kazuha chatting with Lady Kokomi before you were assigned to a batch of wounded soldiers, feeling a little bad for harboring ill feelings toward the young lord for disappearing. ‘You could’ve at least told me that you were leaving,’ you thought as you rinsed the injured area.

“I can take over from here,” the head medic stepped in, slipping on a new pair of gloves before getting a closer look at the soldier before you. With most of everyone patched up and recovering, the medic team was able to take control of the infirmary once again.

You wash your hands and check the clock. A little past noon. It’s funny how at this time you would’ve waited with bated breath for a couple of knocks. But not anymore.

You step out of the infirmary and find Kazuha and General Gorou sitting outside on the benches there. “Oh, hi boys,” you say surprised.

Kazuha grabs and shakes your hand. “Thank you for helping out our soldiers,” he says seriously.

“Oh, it’s not that big of a deal,” you mutter. “I do this all the time.”

A calloused hand pushes Kazuha’s away and shakes your hand firmer, harder. “No, [Y/N],” Gorou says with a sort of oomph behind his words. “These are my men…my family. They would be suffering if not for your help.”

You look to the side uncomfortably, a little put-off by the tension in the air. “And that’s why—!” Gorou continues, suddenly eight decibels louder. You hold eye contact with the general, his face darkening into a deep red flush, his eyes glassy and ears twitching. He squeezed your hand harder and shut his eyes. “M-My C-C-Cupcake!!! P-Please let m-me take you on a date!!!!”

Kazuha winced at the loudness of his friend, covering one of his ears but still smiling nonetheless. The people walking by stared and mumbled, but it didn’t matter as you felt your heart pound against your chest. You felt your eyes well with tears as now your face flushed red, the general cautiously opening his eyes to see your trembling lips and pathetic pout. “A-Ah! [Y/N], don’t cry!!”

You tug on his hand hard, pulling the man into your arms and squeezing him tight. You sobbed into his chest, hearing and feeling how frantic his heart was beating as well. “You idiot!” You shout into his battle-worn chest. “Don’t disappear without telling me…”

Gorou caressed the back of your head and chewed on his lip, his tail drooping with guilt but twitching with excitement for being in your arms. “Did I…scare you?” He whispered tentatively, choosing his words carefully.

You pull away and wipe your eyes, Gorou watching you closely and holding tightly onto your waist. “I thought you got tired of me…because I stopped hearing from you.” Gorou frowned and cupped your face, thumbing your cheeks gently. “I even made sakura mochi and I didn’t—”

“You made sakura mochi??!??!!! Is there any left?!?” Gorou’s jaw dropped. He let you go to turn and run to the break room, halting before running back to embrace you once more. “Heh, uh…” he chuckled nervously. “I’d actually…rather hold you like this…”

You couldn’t fight the smile that spread across your cheeks, flushing your body against his chest. “That’s okay,” you giggle. “There aren’t any left.”

You had no idea that his ears could flatten sadly like that.