#i don't know if i heard everything correctly

[captain-marti]

SOOOOO…

Last weekend, I was in Bastogne for the commemorations of the Battle of the Bulge.

When I heard they were coming for a dedication session at the Bastogne war Museum, (a month before, I was in the middle of a train station in Brussels and I started crying like a sh!&t) I immediately harassed my friends into going. So on Sunday morning, having slept for three hours, hungover, I took my friends to the museum. We arrived early enough to make sure we got through. We waited literally 45 minutes and it was already too much for my little fangirl heart (yes, I cried like an idiot).

Once it was my turn, I walked up to Robin with my poster in hand, hands wet and stammering a simple "Hellooo... 😟 » My friend said something like, "She's stressed 😂 " (no, really?), which made him laugh. Then, he asked me : "are you okay?" to which I replied "huh, yes yes 😟». He laughed again (I would have done the same).

He took my hand to try and calm me down a bit and said « breathe with me ». Spoiler : it didn't work out.

After a minute he then let go of my hand and asked me my name. I said "Marie" with a horrible accent. So I had to repeat it. He asked me in French (so cute) if I was French, to which I replied that no. Then he signed my poster. I ended up asking him for a picture and he kindly accepted.

When I walked past Shane, I honestly thought I was going to collapse. But still, he was very kind and very caring. Honestly, I was so stressed and I was so far away that I don't remember everything, I just know he would have told me I had a nice sweatshirt. Then he signed my poster and said a little word to me in French. Eventually I was able to take a picture with him, too, and I took him in my arms (I'm still shaking from it). He rubbed my shoulder to try and warm me up, yeah, I was shaking like a leaf.

I didn’t expect them to be so kind and spend so much time with people.

Another point in this story: I saw Alex Sabga-Brady (Frank Mellet) on the streets of Bastogne during the parade. Did I panic? Totally. When I realized it was him, I suddenly stopped walking. My friend didn't understand anything because I couldn't line up three words correctly. I ended up telling him, "Look at the guy next to the lamppost 🥲.»

My friend (This friend who, in the queue to see Shane and Robin, asked me: “But who are we going to see? 🤓🤓🤓») wanted to go and ask for a picture, but I didn't want to disturb him, I don't know, I panicked. Do I regret it? Totally. Does it make me feel stupid? Completely.

Bottom line: Grab some tissues if you're like me, a completely crazy fangirl. And don't lose your balls on a sidewalk in Bastogne.

I met Robin and Shane in Bastogne and they are so nice! I was able to take some photos and have a quick chat with them. Best day of my life. I don't know if you're interested in the story.

[buckyalpine]

Sharon calls you fat (pregnant reader)

I live for the angst where Sharon/people call reader fat and make fun of her not knowing she's pregnant and Bucky protects the ever living fuck out of her because that's his gorgeous babymama. Bonus when Sharon is a jealous hoe. Throw in some protective avengers in there too. Breeding kink? Pregnancy kink? Also yes. He's a feral, horny little shit here, I apologize.

You huffed as you buttoned your jeans, the waistband sitting snugly around your waist, pressing into your skin a little bit more than usual. You dug through the closet to find one of Bucky's hoodies to slip on, loving the way the soft material engulphed you in his scent.

You weren't showing much yet but your body was certainly changing. Your sense of smell was heightened, constantly craving to be surrounded by your boyfriends smell. Your breasts were growing heavier and your clothes were more fitting than before. Cravings had already started. Your cheeks were a tad fuller and you were certainly glowing.

Bucky's super soldier serum was no joke.

You made your way down to make something for breakfast, grabbing a bag of peppermint tea to help with some of the nausea you had been experiencing. Sharon sauntered into the kitchen, still clad in her tiny workout clothes as she went to the fridge to grab a water bottle.

"Hey Sharon" You smiled as you poured water into your mug while munching on a cookie, grabbing another when your tummy rumbled. Baby Barnes clearly took after daddy, craving anything and everything sweet. And salty. And sweet and salty.

"Hey y/n" Sharon's eyes looked at you up and down, cocking her head slightly while you snacked, rummaging around for something else to eat. "Might wanna cut down a little there, huh" She teased, nodding to the potato chip you popped into your mouth.

"What?" You weren't sure you heard correctly, setting down the bag while she pursed her lips.

"Oh, nothing. I don't know how you eat that stuff, it's so greasy"

"Hm, yeah I guess" You gave her a weak smile, her words causing the insecurities you were already feeling about your body to creep back up again. You had a heavy feeling in your chest, seeing her flit about the kitchen, still perfectly toned. You shook those thoughts away, remembering the reason beautiful your body was different but it didn't do much.

The words still stung.

You decided to make your way back to your room to wait for Bucky to return from his morning jog with Steve, passing by one of the new trainees as you left the kitchen. Their hushed whispers caused you to stop in your tracks, your stomach dropping when you heard what they were saying.

"She's getting fat" Sharon snorted, hardly noticing you weren't out of ear shot while the trainee giggled along with her, nodding in agreement.

"Oh my God, you should've seen her at the gym yesterday. She was breathing so hard while running on the treadmill, I thought she was going to pass out. I don't even think she lasted 5 minutes before calling it quits" The trainee replied while Sharon rolled her eyes.

"She's gonna looked like a beached whale if she keeps eating like that, I swear she finished the entire row single handedly"

"I don't get what Bucky is doing with her. Honestly, I'm not even complaining. If she gets any fatter he's gonna leave her so maybe that'll make it easier for me" Sharon cackled along with the girl, the both of them snickering while swooning over the soldier. "He's so hot. I don't get what the hell he's doing with her, he can do so much better. Just wait till I show him, he'll see what he's missed out on"

You hardly realized you'd broken down into tears, slapping a hand over your mouth to keep from sobbing. You ran to your shared bedroom as fast as you could before anyone else saw you, closing the door and instructing FRIDAY to keep everyone out. You threw your jeans off, hating the way they were tighter on you, curling up under the covers, muffling your cries into the pillow.

-

Bucky ran his fingers through his short locks, making his way to the kitchen to grab some water after his run, smiling to himself knowing how much you loved to slink around him whenever he worked out. He loved how needy and cuddly you were, always burying your face into his neck of chest, trying to crawl up him like a tree.

"Where are you babygirl" Bucky called for you, expecting to see you in the perched in the kitchen with your pepper mint tea you'd recently been relying on, only to find a full mug without you in sight. Sharon and the new agent were still there, both of them eyeing him up and down, hoping to get his attention.

"Hey Sarge-

"Have you seen y/n" Bucky cut Sharon off, still looking around for you. Sharon rolled her eyes again, stating she hadn't seen you at all, since she'd spend her own morning working out. Bucky frowned, picking up the still hot tea, taking it up as he made his way to the bedroom.

"Sweeheart?" Bucky called for you softly, his heart racing when he hard soft sniffles from the other side of the door, his anxiety spiking when the door was locked. "Baby, are you okay? Can you open the door please?"

You hiccupped, trying to calm yourself down hearing Bucky's worried voice, quickly wiping your face before getting out of bed to open the door for him. His heart broke seeing his sweet girl with red rimmed eyes and puffy cheeks from crying, pulling you into him while shutting the door behind him.

"What's wrong mama" Bucky cooed, hugging you tightly while you whimpered in his hold, your insecurities at an all time high as he slipped his hand under your hoodie to stroke the bare skin of your back.

"Am I fat?" You whispered, worried the question would make realize you were less attractive, a fresh wave of tears streaming down your face.

"What?" Bucky pulled away, shock evident on his face while you stared at your feet, swallowing nervously.

"Please don't make me say it"

"Sweetheart, look at me" He held your face firmly in his hands making you look a him, "Why would you ask such a thing"

"I-I heard some people talking in the kitchen. Said I'm fat" If it wasn't for Bucky's enhanced hearing, he would've missed your fallen voice as you hide your face in his chest again.

"Absolutely not baby, who said that to you" Bucky held back on the red hot anger that surged through him, needing to comfort you first before raining hell on whoever hurt you.

"But I am Bucky!" You cried in frustration, pulling away from his hold. "It looks awful and I'm just going to keep getting bigger, I- I get if you don't find me as attractive-

"Hey, hey, stop, baby look at me" Bucky stopped your rambling, pulling you back into him, his hands holding your face firmly, "Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are to me? Hm? Do you have any idea how insanely attracted I've been to you ever since you told me you're pregnant?"

You shook your head, your heart jolting when he pushed himself against you, letting you feel the hardness between his legs, poorly contained in his joggers.

"Bucky-

"C'mere" Bucky threw your hoodie off before stripping his own clothes aside, his hard cock angry and leaking, desperate to fill you. "M'gonna show you baby"

He didn't give you a second to protest, carrying you over to bed and laying you down, spreading your legs apart, flicking his cock against your clit before tracing it down to your entrance and shoving himself home.

"Bucky!" you moaned, your legs moving on their own to wrap around his waist as he started to move, throbbing the entire time.

"You're so fuckin' beautiful mama, if you weren't pregnant already, we'd be in here all day till you were" Bucky groaned, grabbing and caressing your soft skin, already leaking into you. "You're gonna look so sexy when your belly gets all round, when these breasts get all big, they're gonna leak so much carrying my baby"

He moved to tug your swollen nipples between his pink lips, groaning at the thought of how sweet your milk would taste. Your back arched off the bed from how sensitive they were, your cunt fluttering around his cock, sucking him in deeper.

"I already know you're gonna get so swollen mama, its my baby in your belly. Did you forget its my cum that got you pregnant? Did you forget there's all that serum in my cock baby? I got you fuckin' pregnant, I'm you're babydaddy, I can't wait to see you get all tired, pouty and big with my super soldier baby"

"Oh fuck Bucky" you wailed, his words making your heart swell while your pussy nearly squirted as he hit that spongy spot deep in you, "P-please don't-don't stop"

"I won't stop baby, couldn't even if I wanted to, y'feel too good. Fuck, just knowing you're pregnant makes me so hard, can't believe I knocked suck a pretty little thing up, so lucky I got to stuff you nice and full"

Bucky started to fuck you harder till he headboard added new dents to the wall since the extra strength walls Tony added had nothing on Bucky's stamina and strength.

"Can't wait till everyone sees how pretty you're gonna look, m'gonna show you off, make sure everyone knows you're my girl, the love of my life, that you're carrying a piece of me in you"

"But- but what if they think-I won't look-" You're insecurities tried to sneak back in but Bucky wasn't having any of it, shutting ha down immediately.

"I'll fuck you in front of them. You think I give a fuck? I'll bend this pretty ass over, hold that perfectly round belly and stuff my cock in you till it leaks and makes a mess on the floor. I'll show them exactly what I did to get you that big in the first place, let them see how swollen my cock gets for you, goddamn, I'm gonna cum!"

Bucky fucked you hard and fast, letting you feel him in your stomach, not holding back one bit, his hand flying to grip onto the headboard.

"Bucky-Bucky gonna-I'm gonna-!OH GOD" You let out a silent scream, cumming around him without warning, your pregnancy making you extra sensitive, being able to orgasm without him even touching you.

"This sweet, soft fuckin' body" Bucky's pace faltered, sinking his teeth into your shoulder, "So good to me, so fuckin' good!, gonna cum mama, gonna give you more of my cream, gonna full that pussy up n'keep you pregnant forever, take it gorgeous, fuckin' beautiful, no one makes me hard like this, m'gonna cum so hard-fuck-fuck-FUCCCKKK M'CUMMING" Bucky roared against your neck, his cock bursting with ropes of cum, emptying his balls dry with sloppy thrusts until the sheets were soaked. You both panted, sweat covering your bodies, the sweet, primal smell of sex filling the room making your practically purr.

"You're the most beautiful thing to ever happen to me. I love you no matter what. You're stunning to me at any size, pregnant or not, don't you ever forget it" Bucky held you firmly, brushing his hands over your belly, pressing a kiss to your temple. You nodded, already feeling better, nervousness replacing your previous anxiety because you knew Bucky wouldn't let the incident slide.

"Who made you feel this way baby" His voice was gentle but he wasn't leaving any room for negotiation.

"Just leave it Bucky" You shrugged, not wanting to make it a big deal but he shook his head.

"Can't do that sugar. No one makes my doll upset. You get some rest alright? let me make you lunch and we'll take a nap after"

You nodded, letting him slip his henley over your head, grabbing some comfy sweats for you to wear and throwing on his own clothes before heading down. You froze as you neared the kitchen seeing everyone else downstairs gathered for lunch which was a rare sight but there had been less mission recently meaning everyone was home. Bucky gave your hand a comforting squeeze, a stark contrast the to protective anger he felt again.

"Who the fuck spoke about y/n" Bucky stormed down, silence filling the room immediatly, everyone staring at each other in confusion while Sharon's face filled with guilt. "Well?!"

"What happened Buck, Steve and I were training this morning" Sam said honestly, while the others nodded in agreement, still looking at each other wondering what was going on. "You okay, sweetheart?"

"Well someone said something because she was upset in our bedroom and it happened today" Bucky had a good feeling about who caused your distress, knowing no one else would ever do such a thing but he wasn't about to call out Sharon ha easily, seeing her already squirming in discomfort.

"There's an easy solution to all this, give me a second" Tony typed something into his phone before calling for Friday, "FRIDAY can you play back the audio from this morning from when y/n was in here"

"Certainly, Mr. Stark"

The audio started with you greeting Sharon, followed by her comment and then the conversation she had with the new trainee. Shock and gasps filled the room, everyone glaring at the blonde with disgust while she shook her head, her stomach churning.

"I-I didn't say anything! That wasn't even me!"

"Really? Then who the fuck was it" Bucky spat, ready to jump her across the table, his fists balled at his side. Sharon huffed, biting her lip while Bucky continued to glare at her, still holding your hand softly in his. His anger only flared more, thinking about how she thought she could replace you.

"Fine! I said it! But was I wrong? She is bigger than before" Sharon weakly defended herself, trembling when Bucky flinched, his self restraint growing thinner. Your eyes grew steamy, squeaking when Bucky moved to wrap his arm around your tummy, slipping it under your shirt.

"Cause she's pregnant. With my baby. I'm her babydaddy. I got her pregnant. You wanna know how? I fucked her. So hard. I didn't just fuck her, I made love to her cause she's my girl. Do you have any idea how attracted I am to her? How much cum there was? I didn't pull out once. She's so tight around my cock, its hard not to fill her up. Just kept going until my dick started to hurt and even then, I didn't wanna pull out"

Sam smirked at Bucky's utterly unhinged, x-rated rambling while Steve buried his red face in his hands. Tony cackled from the side while Nat patiently waited to get a chance to lay her hands on Sharon on Bucky's behalf.

"I-I get it, enough-

"You're delusional if you think I'd ever leave her for you. This is the love of my life. She's giving me a baby. She's beautiful. I chose this woman because she's special, she's this one I want to have a family with. You know what, you better get used to it cause I'm gonna get her pregnant again and again and it won't be hard considering how badly I constantly want her. In fact, we fucked just now, tell your little friend that"

"Oh my god" Sharon huffed, harshly wiping her tear streaked face, ready to throw up from embarrassment. She choked a sob, running out without looking back, Bucky's words tearing her apart. Everyone ignored her presence, immediately piling onto you with hugs, kisses and congratulations instead.

"Congratulations, babydaddy" Sam grinned, playfully nudging Bucky's shoulder making him blush, his arms still wrapped around your tummy. "And to you, little mama"

"I call god father" Steve announced, kissing your cheek before pulling Bucky into a tight hug, happy for his best friend and you.

Nat cracked a few knuckles, giving you a quick peck on the head, promising to celebrate later before following Sharon out, ready to hand her ass to her. The little trainee would be next.

"So what you're both saying is there's gonna be another super soldier running around here?" Tony's eyes lit up with excitement and a dash of fear when he remembered the baby would also be surrounded by idiots like Sam and Steve. He'd have to reinforce everything.

Immediately.

[halohalona]

🎀 A Little Redecorating

Logan wakes up to you rearranging the living room in the middle of the night

Logan Howlett x Reader

this is inspired by my impulsiveness (i don't know if that's the right word) to clean and rearrange my room at 11 at night until like 12:30 in the morning.

not beta read

masterlist

warnings/tags: fluff, reader possibly having adhd and making impulsive decisions, husband!logan, a little ooc logan, kinda domestic, probably a bit incoherent towards the end cause i decided to finish writing this at 2 in the morning

To be completely honest, you have no idea why you suddenly got the urge to rearrange and reorganize the living room. You were laying in bed when the idea popped up in your head, and couldn’t sleep since. So you quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to wake up your husband, and got to work.

You were moving the TV stand when your hip accidentally hit the edge of a side table causing the vase placed on top to fall.

CRASH

Logan immediately sat up the claws on his left hand unsheathing. Instincts kicking in, he looked over to your side of the bed to see if you were ok, only to see no one.

“Shit!” he heard someone speak before hearing a loud thud. In an instant he was out the door running straight to where the voice came from.

You were sweeping the remnants of the broken vase onto a dust pan when you heard Logan frantically shout your name. “Y/N!!”

“I’m okay!! I just knocked over a vase!”

When Logan finally reached you his body visibly relaxed. “Thank fuck, you’re okay. I thought you were getting taken.”

“I’m sorry.” you say sheepishly.

He looked around, the room was in disarray. The couch was no longer in its original place, instead it was blocking the path to the stairwell where Logan came from. The TV stand no longer against the wall he was facing but instead in the middle of the room. The TV itself was laying on one end of the couch while books and knickknacks were scattered on the other end. The rug was also rolled up and put against the wall.

“Love, why are you rearranging our furniture?” he asked, confused.

“I honestly don’t know. I suddenly got the idea while in bed and I couldn’t wait until morning.” you answered looking around, the corners of your lips turning down. “And now I can’t exactly go to bed while the living room looks like this…”

Placing his hands on his hips, he took another look around. “Well then, let’s get to work. Let’s finish this before sunrise,” he sighed before hopping over the couch. “You got an idea how you want the furniture placed? "A smile makes its way to your face before nodding excitedly.

It took you only an hour to get everything in place thanks to Logan doing most of the heavy lifting. After placing the last book on the shelf you let out a loud yawn starting to feel exhausted.

“Alright, let’s get you to bed” your husband said, carrying you up to your room.

Bonus:

That morning you sat at the dining table hard at work on something on your laptop.

Logan had to do a double take making sure he was seeing things correctly. "Is that our living room?”

“Yep”

“Did you seriously build our living room in—”

“The Sims? Yep. I actually built our house in the Sims.” you zoomed the camera out to show the entire first floor of the build before shrugging. “It makes redecorating easier.”

a/n: the bonus was really just an excuse to add the small detail that the reader uses the sims as reference for decorating the house lol

word count: 511

[happy74827]

Bittersweet Moments

[Peter Maximoff x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Your best friend (if you’d even call him that), is an annoying piece of work 99% of the time. But that 1%? That 1% is pretty special.

WC: 1513

Category: Fluff, Irritated!Reader, Mentions of Migraines

My first Evan Peters fic? Lets go.

『••✎••』

Being friends with that white-haired speedster meant you never had a moment of quiet. The guy was just so fast that you never had a second to blink without him pulling a prank on you, which is why you were constantly on edge around him. You could never trust him.

But that didn't mean that he didn't have his moments.

You were on the floor, eyes shut, attempting to fade the raging migraine out. You made your room into a dark cave and had been there all day, and yet, the pain in your head only grew.

By the time you heard your door creak open, you already felt the presence and the air in the room shift. It was almost like a ghost was floating through the doorway.

"No." The voice was quiet, and the sound was barely audible.

The soft footsteps stopped, and you opened one eye, seeing the blurred white figure. Your vision was blurry, and everything was doubled, but you could make out the face.

"You locked me out." The tone wasn't accusatory or playful. It was a soft, concerned tone that made your chest squeeze.

You rolled your head back, trying to look up at him.

"Sorry," you croaked. "But I’m also not sorry. I needed the silence."

"Yeah, yeah," he said dismissively. He crouched down his hand landing on your arm. His skin was cold against yours. "I know you secretly look forward to our little hangouts."

"No, I don't," you grumbled. "And I especially don't right now."

"Can’t even handle my presence without getting whiplash? Man, I must be really awesome."

You could faintly make out his smug smirk, and it made you snort, only worsening your headache.

"Just..." You waved your hand at him. "Get out. Leave."

He, in fact, did not leave. Instead, he stood up and went over to your bed.

You watched him in confusion as he took off his shoes, and then, with a quick flash of light, he was beside you once again, a blanket suddenly wrapped around him.

"Wh-" You were cut off as the blanket was draped around you, and you found yourself pulled up from the ground.

Peter's arm slipped around your shoulders, and he led you over to the bed. He pulled back the covers, and you climbed in, still unsure of what was going on.

Once you were in bed, he pulled the covers back up, and before you could say anything, his headset was ripped from your dresser. He placed them over his ears and lay down beside you.

He looked at you and nodded his head, giving you a thumbs-up.

You just stared at him, completely confused, but his gaze was unwavering. You let out a sigh, deciding to just roll with it. You were too tired to deal with Peter's bullshit anyway.

You rested your head on the pillow and shut your eyes.

A few moments later, a tune started playing, the music filling your ears. Not the loud, classic rock he usually blasted, but a soothing acoustic.

"You’re a fan of the Beatles?" You asked, surprised. You fluttered your eyes only to see Peter's face correctly. He looked like he was in deep thought. And with the soothing music from his Walkman (that he obviously lent to you) and the quiet, you couldn't help but feel a small tug on your heart.

He shrugged. "It just felt like the right song for the mood."

"Meaning… me dying?"

"Oh, stop being dramatic," he rolled his eyes. "Your little brain is just confused from having a devilishly handsome man lay in bed with you."

"You do realize I’ve had this for days now, right?"

"Alright, so, a devilishly handsome man around you. Is that better?"

"I can’t believe I let you in here," you grumbled, closing your eyes once more.

"Don't lie," he said, a little louder than usual since the music was loud in your ears. "You know you like my company—that and my box of sweets."

What box of—

Your eyes opened, and you looked up, seeing him holding a box of chocolate-covered almonds. Your heart did a flip.

"Is this... " You reached for the box, and he handed it to you.

"They're the good stuff. None of that cheap candy crap."

"Wow, you eat something other than Twinkies? I'm impressed," you teased, taking a piece and popping it into your mouth.

"Hey, don't hate the Twinkies. You ever try them with ice cream? It's great. It's like cake, but it's not, ya know? They're just so squishy, but the flavor is there."

"Uh, ew?"

"What, are you some fancy girl? Too high class for my delicious desserts?"

"Yeah, that's exactly it," you laughed, shaking your head. You rested your head on the pillow again.

"Whatever," he chuckled. "Eat your expensive ass almonds. I had to pay actual money for those, and I'm pretty sure Hank's going to notice they're gone."

That made you sit up despite the pounding in your head. "You stole them?! Oh my god, what's wrong with you?!"

"What?" he looked at you innocently. So I stole a box of chocolates. Big deal. The guy's rich. He never notices when I swipe his food. He'll just assume he forgot to put them away or something."

"Ugh, you are such an ass."

"You say ass; I say awesome."

"No," you said, putting another almond into your mouth. "Ass."

"Alright, fine. But, hey, look, who’s still eating the stolen chocolates?"

"Yeah, well," you smirked, taking another one. " Technically, I didn’t steal it. You did. So I can have a clear conscience."

"Ah, I see," he grinned. "Well, in that case, have another. Grab as many as you want. My treat."

You stared at him. "Okay, who are you, and what did you do with Peter?"

"What?"

"This," you gestured towards him. "All of this. You're never nice."

"Well, when you've had a migraine that's lasted for three days, you kinda learn to have a little empathy for that person."

"Three days?" you said, shocked. "Wait, how did you know the exact amount of time?"

"Don’t let anyone tell you you’re just a pretty face… I’m an all-seeing god, remember? Nothing can get by me."

"Except when Apocalypse broke—"

"Okay! Okay, I don’t need to relive that, alright? Sheesh, you're worse than Raven."

You grinned, taking another almond.

"Thanks," you said sincerely.

"For what? Comparing you to the blue lady? Anytime."

"No," you rolled your eyes. "I mean, for not pulling a… well, you. I really do appreciate it."

"Does this mean you’re leaving the Batcave? If we're getting sappy, then I should probably head out. I don’t want to risk my rep."

"You and I both know you have no reputation."

"True," he smiled. But hey, a guy can dream, right?"

You laughed, shaking your head. You were about to lay back down when he spoke up again.

"Actually," he said, looking at the ceiling, "there is one thing I'm good at."

"What's that?"

He didn't say anything. He just stared at the ceiling.

"Pete?"

His head whipped around to you, and with the same speed, he was leaning over you, his face inches away from yours.

"Peter, what—"

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to your ear, and the comment you were about to say died in your throat.

"I can shut up."

The sound of his voice, so soft and low, sent shivers down your spine. He pulled away and gave you a quick smile.

"Just something to think about," he said, and you could see the red tint on his cheeks. He sat up and stood in front of you before you could say anything else.

"You can give the Walkman back whenever, so, uh, don't worry about it. Anyway, I gotta get going. You know, stuff to do and snacks to eat." He turned towards the door. "Anyway, feel better. Later."

And before you could comprehend what had just happened, he was gone just like the wind.

You sat in your bed, still feeling the phantom feeling of his breath on your ear.

And ironically, the pain in your head was starting to fade.

So, yes. Despite him being an annoying little shit, he did have his moments. Genuine, quiet, caring moments. And it always made you question whether or not he was secretly a clone.

You were still staring at the door, your mind running a mile a minute.

But then, as if he could read your thoughts, he peeked his head back into your room.

"Oh, and if you tell anyone about this, I'll tell everyone you're a huge Star Wars nerd."

He vanished, and a second later, he was back once more.

"Also, I definitely didn’t steal that Walkman from a certain someone, so, uh, have fun with the mixtape!"

With that, he was gone.

You rolled your eyes and laid back down, putting the headphones back on.

"Ass."

You will definitely be visiting the white-haired speedster tomorrow. He may have his moments, but that doesn't mean he doesn't deserve some good old-fashioned payback.

[ln4bub]

Ok but we NEED a prequel public sex with Oscar, maybe the first time Logan watched/joined in?

A/N I was in the middle of writing a Carlos fic that will be coming soon but I wanted to give you guys some Oscar content again so here you go

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You always loved coming in with Oscar on Prema shoot days, a permanent smile on your face watching him interact with his teammates; Fred and Logan. The two had welcomed you with open arms the first time Oscar introduced you, with you and Logan sparking a quick friendship.

There was something inherently sweet about the American, always taking time to ask how you were doing and get to know you. Oscar loved seeing your friendship blossom, happy that there was someone to keep you company when he was busy in front of the camera.

Today you sat behind the camera, watching as the threesome film a blindfolded eating challenge for the Prema YouTube channel. The striking red of the team practically burned your eyes but the boys looked so cute in their team kit, especially Oscar. You had to stifle a laugh each time Oscar got frustrated when the boys weren't guessing the items correctly, his face an absolute picture.

Part of you loved coming here to see the contrast between the Oscar everyone else knows and the Oscar that's reserved for you. This version of your boyfriend was lovable and hilarious, awkward in an endearing way. Whilst that is the version of Oscar that drew you in, you couldn't deny that the other side of Oscar is the one that got you hooked. The Oscar you knew now, the one who practically folded you in half whilst he pounded into you at night, was your dirty little secret.

Even now, when he glanced over at you, innocent smile on his lips, you could see the naughty glint in his eyes as they traveled over your body. You'd worn a skirt today, planning on convincing Oscar to sneak away for a quickie somewhere, but in this moment you were regretting it. Oscar's thirsty look had your thighs clenching together, a movement he couldn't miss. He was thankful his two friends were blindfolded, unable to see the way he was practically drooling over you.

Oscar was snapped back into reality by Logan's guess at the food stuff, bursting out laughing at how wrong he was.

When filming had wrapped up, you found yourself sat opposite Logan in the Prema canteen. "I don't know what happened to your taste buds Logan but you were awful at that challenge." You tell him, giggling when he glares daggers at you.

"I was not," the American replies, "They just gave us really hard foods. Honestly, give me a good burger and I'd be able to explain it perfectly, you just watch." Logan defends, barely able to make it through his claims with a straight face.

Oscar joins the pair of you, slipping a drink in front of you as his now free hand glides over your exposed thigh. Your legs squeeze together, the hitch in your breath masked as you take a sip of your drink. “What are you guys talking about?” Oscar asks.

“Y/N thinks there’s something wrong with my mouth.” Logan laughs as you fight to keep your legs open under the table. Oscar smirks, “Maybe we should ask that girl from the other day.”

Your eyes widen at his statement, gently hitting him on the arm as Logan blushes. “Oscar man, no need to expose me like that in front of a lady.” He stammers, avoiding eye contact. Oscar chuckles, “Trust me, Y/N doesn’t mind, the two of us heard everything anyway.” You can’t help but giggle as Logan fights back a smile.

“I hate you guys.” He laughs, before pulling out his phone and leaving the two of you to your own private conversation. Oscar’s rough hand is a welcome addition to your thigh, sending goosebumps over your skin with each stroke of his thumb.

He leans in to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before dropping his mouth to your ear. “Did you wear a skirt on purpose today sweetheart? Did you have a dirty little plan in mind this morning?” He questions, the teasing tone to his voice sending a shiver down your spine.

You shake your head, glancing over at Logan and hoping he can’t see the blush rising to your cheeks. Oscar hums in your ear, clearly disagreeing with you.

“Now I don’t think that’s true, I think you wanted me to be able to touch you whenever I want today. To slip my fingers under that little skirt and play with your pussy, I bet you’re wet already aren’t you?” He whispers. You bite your lip in response to conceal a whimper, his thumb gliding against the fabric of your dampening underwear.

Your toes curl in your shoes at the sensation, hand squeezing into a fist around your phone as Oscar slips your underwear to the side. To anyone watching it looks as though Oscar is resting his head on your shoulder, interested in whatever’s on your screen.

In reality he’s swiping his thick fingers through the growing wetness pooling between your legs. His slick fingers circle your clit and your stomach clenches as you barely conceal a moan. Logan glances up briefly at the small sound but furrows his eyebrows in confusion when it seemed you and Oscar hadn’t noticed. He shakes his head before returning to scrolling through Instagram.

Oscar smirks as he watches his friend return to his activities, one of his digits now slipping inside your pussy ever so slowly. “I bet you’d just love it if he noticed, wouldn’t you sweetheart?” Oscar whispers, lips grazing your ear before pressing a kiss to your cheek in disguise. “Absolutely dripping for me, or are you soaked for him? Huh? Do you want Logan to know what a dirty little slut you are?” He continues.

You barely contain your whine, teeth digging into your lip so hard you're certain you'll break the skin soon. Oscar’s finger slides in and out of your pussy, your cheeks heating up as the very faint sound of your juices reaches your ears. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the smirk spreading across Oscar’s face, proud of himself for getting his girlfriend in this state.

He curls his fingers, applying to pressure to that one spot that makes your eyes roll. In an attempt to not react that, your body forces a new reaction, a knee jerk reaction that causes your leg to slam into Logan's own leg underneath the table. His head shoots up at the pain, eyebrows scrunched, "What the hell was that for Y/N?" He practically hisses.

"I'm sorry," You stutter out, Oscar's fingers still not stopping their motions. "I, uh, I didn't mean-" Before you can finish your sentence, a brush of Oscar's hand against your clit sends you spiraling over the edge. Your orgasm washes over you, your eyes screwing shut as you slam your hand over your mouth. Oscar continues to watch you, ignoring Logan's wide eyed stare.

You keep your stare to the ground, unable to look at Logan across the table. Oscar's other hand lifts your chin up to face him, "It's okay baby, you did great, Logan won't judge you. I promise." He whispers gently, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. Your eyes slowly travel over to meet Logan's, a clouded look of lust taking over his pupils. "

"Did what I think just happened, just happen?" He murmurs, swallowing thickly as he awaits the answer. You nod shyly, a prickly heat coating your cheeks as you blush. Logan's tongue peeks out to lick his lips, now hyper aware of just how dry his mouth is.

"Can I see more?" He asks, turning to look at Oscar. The Australian sits there smugly, looking at you to see if you have any qualms. When he sees nothing but excitement in your eyes, he returns his gaze to Logan.

"Meet us in our hotel room tonight, I'll text you the room number." Oscar tells him, before standing from the table and extending an arm to allow you to join him. The pair of you walk away, not sparing a glance back at Logan, who remains seated at the table under he truly grasps what he just witnessed.

"Holy shit." He mutters to himself, squeezing himself in his trousers before rushing off to his room to resolve his new problem.

[chosok-amo]

hi! i really love your satosugu series so muchhhh! i hope you don't mind me making a request here ☺️ would you make it where they go to the club but someone trying to hitting on you and you want to go to the beach after? pleaseeee I will love you more if you do, thank you so much 💝☺️

IDIOTS AND SEAWEED : GOJO SATORU, GETO SUGURU

your two boyfriends got too protective over you, so what's better than to give them a little bit of seaweed and salt water?

warning. established relationship! satosugu, fluff, slightly injured ( reader ), blood, overprotective.

wc. 8,1k | m.list

i'm not really happy with how this turns out but i hope you still be able to enjoy it ☺️

the club was buzzing with energy, the bass thumping through the floor as you moved with shoko, grinding at each other, the two of you lost in the rhythm of the music. laughter spilled from your lips as you took a sip from your drink, the alcohol making everything feel a little lighter, a little more carefree. shoko mirrored your grin, her hair swinging as she danced beside you, both of you having the time of your lives.

your eyes flicked over to where your boyfriends were standing with nanami and yuu haibara. they were watching you with a mix of amusement and something else that made your heart race a little faster. suguru was leaning against the bar, a slight smirk tugging at his lips as he took a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving you. satoru, on the other hand, had that playful grin on his face, his eyes twinkling behind his glasses as he exchanged a look with suguru.

nanami was his usual composed self, though there was a hint of a smile as he watched the two of you having fun. yuu haibara, ever the enthusiastic one, looked like he wanted to join in on the dance floor any minute.

you winked at suguru and satoru, knowing full well the effect it would have on them. satoru rolled his eyes playfully, but the smile on his face widened, while suguru just shook his head slightly, that smirk still firmly in place. you couldn’t help but laugh, the sight of their reactions only adding to your good mood.

suguru's eyes darkened as he watched you and shoko dance together, the way you moved against each other driving him crazy. satoru, who was standing next to him, noticed the change in his expression and chuckled quietly. he knew exactly what was going through suguru's mind, but he wasn't about to let his partner have all the fun.

“enjoying the view, suguru?” satoru said, a teasing edge to his voice as he took a sip from his own drink. “shut up,” suguru muttered, his eyes still fixed on you. as the hours passed, the atmosphere in the club became even more electric. the dance floor was filled with people, all of them lost in the music and the thrill of the night. you were dancing with shoko, your body moving in sync to the beat, when you felt a pair of hands on your hips.

you froze for a split second, your heart skipping a beat as you registered the unfamiliar touch on your hips. turning around, you were met with the sight of a man you didn’t recognize, his grin far too confident for your liking. his hand lingered on your waist as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. “having fun?” he asked, his voice dripping with a sultriness that made your skin crawl.

your eyes narrowed as you took a small step back, putting some distance between you. “get your hand off me,” you said, your voice filled with annoyance, cutting through the music and the man's smug expression. he blinked, clearly taken aback by your response. his grin faltered for a moment, but he didn’t move, his hand still resting on your hip as if he hadn’t heard you correctly.

“i said,” you repeated, your tone even sharper now, “get. your. hand. off.” the man's expression hardened at your words, his grip on your hip unconsciously tightening as he tried to keep his cool. “hey, don't be like that,” he protested, his tone now laced with a hint of annoyance. “i'm just trying to have some fun, no need to be so uptight.”

he took a step closer to you, his body press against yours, his breath now coming in short puffs. his free hand moved to your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. “come on, relax a little.”

your eyes narrowed, any hint of patience you might have had vanishing in an instant. the tightening grip on your hip and his fingers on your chin only fueled the anger simmering inside you.

“i said,” you began, your voice icy, “get your filthy hands off me.”

you slapped his hand away from your chin with a sharp motion, not caring if it stung, your glare piercing right through him. you took a deliberate step back, putting as much space as possible between you and the creep, the disgust evident on your face.

“are you dumb?” you spat, your tone dripping with disdain, "did you seriously think that grabbing me like some desperate loser would get you anywhere? you're pathetic.”

his face twisted in anger, but before he could say anything, you cut him off, your voice rising above the thumping music, “you must be so fucking thick that your brain can even understand a simple words like taking your hands off me.”

the man's eyes flared with anger as you tore into him, your words stabbing into him like a thousand tiny knives. no woman had ever spoken to him like this before, and the shock of it was almost palpable. his face contorted into a twisted snarl as he clenched his fists, his own anger now boiling over.

“how dare you speak to me like that,” he snarled, taking a step forward, his body tense like a coiled spring, “you think you're better than me, don't you? you think you can just talk to me like that?”

a smirk tugged at the corner of your lips as you watched his face contort with rage. his anger only fueled your amusement, and you couldn't resist the urge to mock him further.

“uh-oh,” you said in a mocking tone, raising an eyebrow, “i think i can, and i just did.” your words hung in the air like a challenge, daring him to do something about it. his fists clenched tighter, and for a moment, it seemed like he might actually lose control.

the man's chest was heaving, his breath coming in ragged puffs as your words dug under his skin like a hot poker. he was barely holding himself back from pouncing on you right there, his eyes darkening with a barely controlled rage, the veins on his face popping out from the tension.

“watch your mouth,” he seethed, his voice low and dangerous. “you think you're tough, but i could have you begging for mercy in an instant,” he took another step forward, his body now looming over you. a slow, mocking grin spread across your face as you saw how close he was to losing it. you brought your hands together, pretending to pout in exaggerated fear.

“oh, i’m scared,” you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm. you even added a little tremor for effect, fanning yourself dramatically, “everyone, i’m scared.”

you turned your head slightly, as if looking for someone in the crowd who might care, your expression the picture of fake concern. then you looked back at him, batting your lashes in mock submission. “please,” you continued, your tone now laced with a taunting edge, “show me some mercy.”

your words cut through the air, sharp and humiliating, and the crowd around you began to notice the scene unfolding. a few people even chuckled, the sound only fueling the man’s frustration. his face turned a dangerous shade of red, his fists trembling as he struggled to keep control.

the man’s face flushed crimson with embarrassment and fury as the words registered in his mind. the people around them had started to stop and watch the scene unfold, a few even laughing at your mocking response.

he could feel the heat rise up his neck, spreading to his face as the humiliation set in. nobody had ever dared to treat him like this, much less a woman. he took another step forward, his body nearly trembling with his barely concealed anger. “you… you…,” he stuttered, the words failing him in the face of your unrelenting mockery.

you couldn't help but laugh, along with shoko behind you, the sound light and condescending as the man struggled to find his words. his face was a blotchy mix of red and white, his frustration palpable, and you decided to twist the knife just a little more.

“you… you… what?” you mimicked his stutter with exaggerated concern, tilting your head and widening your eyes in mock sympathy. “aw, are you having trouble finding your words? poor thing.”

you crossed your arms, tapping your fingers against your bicep as if waiting for him to come up with something worthwhile to say. the crowd around you snickered, clearly entertained by the spectacle, and the man's face only grew redder with every passing second.

“come on now,” you continued, your voice dripping with mock encouragement, “use your big-boy words. surely you can do better than that.” from the corner of your eye, you could see suguru and satoru watching from the bar, their expressions a mix of amusement and pride. they were ready to jump in if things escalated, but for now, they were enjoying the show, confident in your ability to handle the situation.

the man's fists trembled now, the tension in his body so taut it was a miracle he didn't explode right there on the spot. the people around him were now openly laughing at the display, their mockery adding fuel to the fire. he glanced at them, his face twisting in frustration, and back to you.

“don't... don't make fun of me!” he finally managed to say, his voice quivering with rage, “you... you think you're so damn funny. you think you're special.” you couldn't hold back a burst of laughter at his pitiful attempt to regain control. his trembling voice, the way he stuttered through his words—it was all too amusing.

“mememe,” you mimicked, your tone high-pitched and mocking as you made a childish face, mimicking a whiny tone. you then let out a hearty laugh, clearly enjoying how much you were getting under his skin.

the crowd around you erupted into more laughter, some even mimicking your mocking tone, further humiliating the man. his face flushed an even deeper shade of red, his fists clenching tighter as his body shook with barely contained rage. “oh, i think i’m hilarious,” you said, still laughing, wiping a fake tear from your eye, “and special? absolutely. thanks for noticing.”

as the crowd's laughter grew louder, his anger seemed to reach its breaking point. but before he could do something reckless, you saw suguru and satoru moving closer from the bar, their expressions a mix of amusement and protective instinct. satoru’s voice cut through the noise, light and teasing. “oh, she’s definitely special. now, if you’re done embarrassing yourself, i suggest you walk away.”

the man's eye's flicked to suguru and satoru, his body going tense as they approached. he looked back at you, his face a picture of humiliated fury, before spitting on the floor at your feet. “like i'd walk away just because you said so,” he said, his voice trembling with anger, “she's just a woman. i'll do what i want.” suguru's expression darkened at the man's words, his hand moving to your hip as a clear warning. 

“watch your mouth,” suguru growled, his voice low and dangerous. “you don't want to make this any worse for yourself.” the man smirked, a hint of spite in his eyes. “and what are you going to do about it? hit me? go on, try it.” satoru chuckled, a dangerous edge to his voice, “oh, we don't have to hit you. there are plenty of other ways to put you in your place.”

“oh yeah? like what?” the man retorted, his voice dripping with arrogance. satoru stepped closer, a sly smile on his face. “well, for starters, we could tell everyone in this club what a pathetic little sleazebag you are.” his words hit their mark, the man's confident smirk faltering for just a split second. he glanced around as the people nearby started to pay even more attention, their eyes darting between him and the three of you. don't forget shoko, yuu and nanami watching from behind.

the man's face paled slightly as more people turned their attention to the confrontation. it was clear that whatever leverage he thought he had was quickly disappearing. he looked at you, his eyes full of frustration and anger, but you met his gaze with a cool smirk.

“go on,” you coaxed, your voice smooth and sultry. “tell everyone how you tried to touch me without my consent.” the man's eyes widened in shock, his face flushing even more as people around you whispered in shock.

suguru's hand tightened on your hip as the whispers grew louder. he was getting more and more tense, ready to act if necessary. satoru's smile turned sharper as he saw the man falter. 

“oh, and don't forget the part where you tried to intimidate her,” satoru added, his voice sickly sweet but with a clear undercurrent of mockery. “can't forget that, now can we?” the man's face was now beet red, his eyes darting around frantically as he struggled to find a way out of the hole he'd dug himself into.

the whispers around you grew into murmurs as people began to whisper about the man's behavior. he looked around, his eyes darting from one person to the next, a hint of panic starting to show on his face as he realized he was in over his head

“i... i didn't mean anything by it,” he stammered, his voice now pleading, “i was just having a bit of fun.” suguru's lips curled into a sneer, “really? fun is grabbing someone without their consent? interesting definition you have there.”

you let out a tired sigh, your amusement fading as the man’s panicked stammering became more pathetic by the second. this whole situation had lost its entertainment value, and now it was just exhausting. “just go,” you said, your tone flat and dismissive, waving a hand as if shooing away an annoying insect, “i’m bored already.”

the man's face twisted in anger once again at your dismissing tone, but before he could respond, suguru’s grip on your hip tightened. he leaned in close to the man, his eyes dark and menacing. “you heard the lady,” suguru said, his voice low and dangerous, “get lost before i do something we both regret.”

the man bristled, but knew he was outnumbered and out-classed. he shot one last, spiteful look in your direction before storming off through the crowd, his face a sullen mess.

the people around you went back to their own business, the excitement quickly dissolving as the scene played out. satoru let out a low whistle, his eyes glittering with humor. “well, that was entertaining,” he said, a smirk on his face as he looked at you, “you sure know how to handle creeps, don’t you?”

you let out a wry chuckle, leaning back into suguru's chest as you felt his grip loosen slightly. “dealing with assholes is an art form,” you quipped, “and i'm a goddamn artist.” you scrunch your nose at your own words, suddenly feeling a hint of embarrassed. suguru huffed out a laugh, his hand rubbing comforting circles on your hip.

“that you are,” he agreed, his voice rough with amusement, “but next time, try not to give them a show, alright?” you frowned playfully, turning slightly in suguru’s arms to look up at him. “and lose a free circus like that? not a chance,” you replied with a smirk, “if a monkey wants attention, i’m going to give them one.” suguru chuckled, shaking his head in amusement, "you do love putting on a show, don’t you?”

suguru shook his head, a mix of mock annoyance and affection on his face. “you enjoy getting into trouble far too much,” he said, his voice slightly lecturing, but his eyes were soft as he looked at you. “one of these days you're going to bite off more than you can chew.”

satoru snickered in front of you.

“that's why she has us, to clean up the mess she makes.” you snickered, your eyes glinting with mischief as you turned to suguru. “you should be more smart like satoru, baby,” you teased, reaching over to ruffle satoru’s hair like he was a puppy. satoru grinned wide, clearly enjoying the playful attention.

suguru mock-scowled at you, grabbing your wrist and pulling your hand away from satoru's hair.

“i'm plenty smart enough,” he said, his voice slightly petulant, “and i'd thank you not to encourage this one's bad behavior.” he gestured at satoru, who simply grinned wider, clearly relishing the moment.

you let out a bored sigh, your gaze drifting across the dance floor as people swayed and drank, lost in their own worlds. the vibrant energy that had initially excited you was now starting to feel a bit stale, the same repetitive beats and drunken laughter blending into a background noise that barely held your interest.

suguru noticed your shift in mood, his hand on your hip sliding up to your waist as he leaned down towards your ear. “bored already?” he asked, his voice rumbling close to your ear, his warm breath fanning across your neck. satoru’s eyes flicked from you to suguru, his smirk transforming into a knowing smile.

you were silent for a moment, feeling the warmth of suguru’s breath against your neck and the weight of his question hanging in the air. the noise, the lights, the crowd—it all seemed so monotonous now, and the idea of staying any longer felt suffocating.

suddenly, a thought struck you, and without another word, you pulled away from suguru, a determined look in your eyes. “let’s go to the beach,” you said, your tone decisive as you began to weave your way through the crowd, not waiting for their response.

suguru and satoru exchanged glances, a mix of surprise and amusement flashing across their faces before they hurried to follow you. they knew better than to question your sudden decisions.

on your way out, you spotted your friends—shoko, nanami, and haibara—still caught up in their own fun. without breaking stride, you reached out and pinched nanami’s cheek, earning a lazy look from him as he turned to you.

“we’re heading out first,” you announced, your tone light but with an edge of finality that left no room for argument. nanami just sighed, clearly used to your unpredictable nature, while shoko and yuu waved you off with a smile. “have fun,” shoko called after you, her voice barely carrying over the music.

with a quick wave, you continued toward the exit, your boyfriends close behind. the idea of the cool night air, the sound of the waves, and the peace of the beach had already lifted your spirits, and you knew that wherever the night led, it would be far better than staying in the crowded club.

suguru and satoru followed behind you like obedient shadows, sharing amused grins as they watched you in action. your unpredictability was one of the many things they loved about you, and it never failed to keep them on their toes.

suguru’s hand found your hip again, his grip firm as they made their way out of the club, the cool night air a stark contrast to the hot, cramped atmosphere inside. “lead the way, princess,” satoru said, his tone teasing but affectionate.

as the three of you made your way to the car, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement at the sudden change of plans. suguru’s hand on your hip was a comforting presence, and satoru’s teasing words brought a small smile to your lips.

once you reached the car, suguru slid into the driver’s seat, while satoru took the front passenger seat. you, however, slipped into the back, feeling a bit giddy as you settled in. as soon as the car started moving, you rolled down the window and leaned your head out, letting the cool night breeze whip through your hair and across your face.

the wind felt refreshing, a welcome contrast to the stifling heat of the club, and it seemed to clear the last remnants of alcohol from your system. you closed your eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of freedom that came with the open road and the spontaneity of the night.

suguru kept his eyes on the road ahead, but his grip on the steering wheel tightened as he cast a sly look at you in the rearview mirror. he couldn’t help but admire the way the wind tousled your hair and the way your eyes closed in contentment.

satoru, on the other hand, twisted around in his seat, his usual smirk on his lips as he watched you bask in the open air. “you’re like a stray cat,” he teased. “always wanting to do unexpected things.” you playfully roll your eyes at him with a smile on your lips, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “what can i say, i like things exciting,” you retorted, leaning further out the window, the cool air caressing your face.

suguru chuckled from the driver’s seat, his eyes flickering to the road then back to you. “exciting is an understatement, baby. you’re a goddamn tornado, leaving chaos wherever you go.”

you chuckled at satoru’s comment, opening your eyes to meet his gaze, your expression playful. “and you boys are just my loyal hounds, following me wherever i lead.” suguru huffed a small laugh, his eyes still on the road but his tone slightly chiding. “careful, princess. your ego is starting to get a little inflated."

satoru snickered at your retort, his gaze never leaving you. “loyal hounds?” he mused, his eyes glimmering with playful challenges. “more like enablers for your whirlwind tendencies.” suguru chimed in from the driver's seat, his tone half-serious and half-amused, “someone needs to keep you in line, princess. otherwise, you'd run wild and take over the world.”

you chuckle lightly, “sorry.”

satoru and suguru both chuckle at your faux apology, knowing damn well you were as unapologetic as they come. “yeah, we believe you,” satoru said, rolling his eyes jokingly. suguru grins in the driver's seat, his eyes meeting your side profile in the rearview mirror. “just try not to cause too much chaos tonight, alright?”

you ignored their teasing remarks, keeping your eyes closed and your head still out the window, letting the wind brush against your face. their laughter and playful banter were familiar, comforting even, but right now, you were content to just be in the moment, letting your more carefree, playful side take over.

satoru and suguru exchanged knowing glances, their amusement tinged with affection. they knew you well enough to understand that sometimes, you just needed to let loose and be in your own world for a bit. after all, being younger than them, you still had that playful energy that demanded to be let out every now and then.

“she’s in her own world,” suguru murmured, his tone soft as he watched you through the rearview mirror. satoru, sensing the shift in your demeanor, turned around in his seat to look at you. his eyes softened as he took in your relaxed expression, your chin tilted up to the sky as you basked in the night air. “she’s like a goddamn cat,” he said, his voice lowered to a murmur so only suguru could hear him, “one minute, she’s a wild whirlwind and the next, she’s all content and calm.”

almost an hour later, the three of you arrived at the beach. the moment the car came to a stop, you were already unbuckling your seatbelt and throwing open the door. without a second thought, you bolted out of the car, kicking off your shoes and tossing your bag aside as you made a beeline for the shore.

“wah, it's the beach!” you squealed, your voice full of excitement as you dashed across the sand, the cool night air whipping through your hair.

suguru and satoru watched you with fond smiles, taking their time as they got out of the car. they knew you well enough to expect this kind of reaction, and they couldn’t help but feel a warm sense of contentment as they watched you run toward the water, your laughter echoing in the night. satoru bent down to pick up your discarded shoes and bag, shaking his head with a grin. “be careful, baby!”

suguru shut the car door and leaned against it, folding his arms as he watched you race down the beach. his eyes were soft, filled with a mixture of amusement and affection, as he observed your carefree demeanor.

“don’t get into the water!” he called out, his voice stern but laced with a hint of humor. “you might get soaked and catch a cold!” satoru, meanwhile, continued to gather your belongings, his head shaking slightly, “as if that’ll stop her,” he muttered, a smirk on his lips.

you ignored suguru's warning and continued darting across the sand. the cool night air was invigorating, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore only amplified the rush of excitement bubbling within you.

satoru finally caught up to you, his long strides quickly closing the distance. he playfully grabbed you around the waist, pulling you to a stop. “slow down, baby,” he teased, his voice light, “you’ll run yourself ragged.”

you let out a playful whine as satoru pulled you to a stop, your attempt to continue forward halfhearted. “you’re spoiling the fun,” you complained, though there was no heat behind your words. suguru, catching up to the two of you, rolled his eyes in amusement. “yeah, because getting yourself exhausted and collapsing on the beach sounds like so much fun,” he retorted, his voice laced with dry sarcasm.

satoru chuckled, his arms still wrapped loosely around your waist, holding you in place. “yeah, and us having to drag your sleepy, exhausted butt back to the car sounds like a blast.” suguru couldn’t help but join in on the teasing, his mocking comment adding to the banter. “not to mention the sand you'll undoubtedly get all over the car.”

you let out an annoyed sigh, rolling your eyes at their teasing. “both of you suck,” you muttered, your voice laced with mock irritation as you tried to wriggle out of satoru's hold, but he only tightened his grip, chuckling softly against your ear.

suguru's eyebrow raised, a wicked glint in his eyes as he caught sight of your mock irritation. “aww, is someone getting grumpy because we're trying to look out for her?” he taunted, moving closer to you. satoru, still holding you captive in his arms, snickered, his breath warm against your ear, “can't handle a bit of teasing, princess? aren't you supposed to be having fun?”

you shot suguru a pointed look, clearly annoyed by his teasing. “well, i can’t, because you two decided to be party poopers and won’t let me,” you retorted, trying to sound more exasperated than you actually were.

satoru playfully squeezed you tighter, his chin resting on your shoulder. “ahh, the struggles of being loved and cared for,” he mused sarcastically, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. suguru chuckled, his eyes glimmering with amusement. “yeah, we're such buzzkills, thinking about your well-being and everything.”

you leaned back into satoru’s chest, your mock irritation giving way to a subtle sense of comfort. as annoying as their overprotectiveness could be at times, deep down, you appreciated their concern. but there was no way you'd ever admit it aloud. suguru took a step closer, a sly grin on his lips as he closed in on you. “don’t worry, princess. we’ll find a way to entertain you without letting you exhaust yourself to death.”

you huffed, your annoyance slowly melting away under their affectionate banter. you knew both of them well enough to recognize that they were only teasing and that their words came from a place of concern. “more like paranoid worrywarts,” you muttered, a hint of a pout on your lips, “can't you just let me enjoy the beach without being mother hens all the time?”

satoru chuckled, his arms still wrapped tight around your waist. “oh, sweetheart, as if we have any control over our protective instincts when it comes to you.”

suguru couldn't help but chime in as well, his tall figure now standing directly beside you. “we just want to make sure you're safe and sound. even from the dangers of... sand,” he said, his voice dripping with mock seriousness.

you groaned, rolling your eyes at their overprotective antics. “oh, come on, i swear i'll be careful. i’m not going to the water,” you said, trying to sound as exasperated as possible. satoru gave you a gentle squeeze, his chin resting against your shoulder. “aww, look at her, trying to convince us that she'll behave,” he teased.

suguru chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “yeah, and how many times have we heard that before only to find her doing exactly what we warned her not to do?”

you let out a frustrated hum, feeling your patience thin as their overprotectiveness continued. “i wanna go home,” you mumbled, your tone carrying a hint of annoyance. satoru's arms around your waist loosened slightly as he heard your words. he could hear the genuine irritation in your tone and knew better than to push your limits. suguru, too, seemed to pick up on your annoyance, a hint of concern flitting across his features.

“hey, hey, hey,” satoru crooned, his voice softer now, “we don't have to go back yet, alright? we can find something else to do here.” you mumbled, still feeling a bit down, “i’m not in the mood now,” as you looked down at the wet sand, absentmindedly playing with it using your feet.

suguru and satoru exchanged an almost telepathic glance, their expressions shifting from playful teasing to genuine worry. they could sense that your mood had genuinely taken a hit and they knew they had pushed you a bit too far.

suguru stepped closer, his hand coming to rest gently on your shoulder. “hey,” he said softly, “we didn't mean to ruin your fun. we just...” suguru's voice trailed off, unable to find the right words. you continued to look at the sand, your toes absentmindedly sifting through it. “yeah, it’s okay, whatever,” you said quietly, your tone suggesting that you were still feeling a bit off.

satoru and suguru continued to exchange glances, their expressions turning more serious by the moment. seeing you in this state, even though it was their fault, caused a pang of guilt and regret in their hearts. satoru was the first to break the silence, his voice uncharacteristically softer than usual. “baby...”

suguru, not one to shy away from expressing his feelings, spoke up next, his hand still resting gently on your shoulder, “hey, princess, we're sorry.“

their apology hung in the air, the weight of their words conveying the sincerity behind them. they genuinely felt bad for pushing your buttons and spoiling your mood.

satoru, still standing behind you, gently spun you around so that you faced him. his eyes met yours, his expression a mix of remorse and tenderness. “yeah, we didn��t mean to kill your vibe. we were just... being dumbasses,” he admitted, his tone laced with regret.

you didn't look up, still focused on the sand beneath your feet. deep down, you knew you were being a bit petty and unreasonable, but your frustration and annoyance were getting the better of you.

satoru gently pulled you back against him, his arms wrapping loosely around your waist. “look, we're sorry, alright? we didn't mean to piss you off. we just...” suguru's hand squeezed your shoulder, silently echoing satoru's words, “we just want to keep you safe, that's all.”

satoru's chin found its usual spot on your shoulder, his breath warm against your ear as he spoke. “we just... we worry about you, princess, you know that. sometimes we go a bit overboard in trying to protect you, and we forget that you're not a fragile doll that needs constant watch over.”

suguru, standing beside you, added his thoughts in a more direct manner, “yeah, we just care about you too damn much, alright? but that doesn't give us an excuse to ruin your night.” you sighed softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you said, “i don't wanna be in here anymore, i wanna go home.” the excitement you had felt earlier had completely drained away, leaving you feeling deflated and upset.

both satoru and suguru were stunned into a brief silence at your words. they could see the disappointment and upset etched on your face, and it left them feeling even more remorseful for letting the night take this turn.

“hey, okay. we'll go home. we'll go home,” suguru said quietly, his hand on your shoulder giving a gentle squeeze. satoru, still holding you from behind, tightened his embrace around your waist. his voice was low and soft as he leaned in to speak into your ear. “we'll get you home, baby. we're sorry.”

as you quietly stepped toward the car, both satoru and suguru remained somber, their minds weighed down by the evening's turn of events. but then, out of nowhere, you grabbed a clump of wet seaweed and launched it straight at satoru's face, another piece landing perfectly on suguru's head. their stunned expressions were priceless.

you couldn’t help but burst into laughter, your previous sadness momentarily forgotten. “but catch me if you can first, bitch!” you shouted playfully, already sprinting down the beach, your laughter echoing in the night air.

satoru and suguru were caught completely off guard as the wet seaweed splattered onto them, the cold, slimy texture clinging to satoru's face and suguru's head. they stood there, stunned for a split second, before the realization of what just happened sank in.

satoru blinked, wiping the seaweed off his face, his expression a mix of surprise and amusement. “you little— oh, you’re so dead for that!” he called out, his voice filled with mock anger as he started after you.

suguru shook his head, seaweed dangling from his hair as he let out a hearty laugh. “you really don’t know when to quit, do you?” he shouted, joining satoru in the chase, both of them determined to catch up with you. you were already several paces ahead, laughing as you sprinted toward the beach, your earlier sadness completely forgotten in the thrill of the moment.

satoru and suguru moved with incredible speed, their long legs eating up the distance between them and your fleeing figure. as they ran, they could hear your laughter bouncing off the night air, the sound both annoying and endearing at the same time. suguru, his voice slightly out of breath but filled with determination, called after you. “you think you can outrun us, princess?”

satoru chimed in, a playful smirk on his lips. “you’re forgetting that we’re superhuman freaks when it comes to speed, baby. there's no escaping us!”

your heart pounded in your chest as you saw them gaining on you. you pushed yourself to run even faster, the cool night air whipping past your face.

“fuck!” you screamed, your laughter bubbling up again despite the adrenaline rush. you glanced over your shoulder, seeing their determined expressions, which only made you laugh harder. the thrill of the chase had your pulse racing, even if you knew they’d catch you eventually.

satoru and suguru were closing in, their strides determined and relentless. they were gaining ground with every second, their superhuman speed giving them an advantage you couldn't match for long.

suguru's voice carried over the sound of the crashing waves, filled with determination and amusement. “you’re not getting away, princess. we're gonna catch you sooner or later!” satoru couldn't help but add his own taunt as they drew closer. “you're fast, but we're faster. give up already, baby. you can't win this race!”

you saw the mischievous grin on satoru's face as he twirled the seaweed in his hand, his eyes gleaming with playful menace. your fake apology didn't fool him or suguru for a second—they knew you too well.

“fuck, i'm sorry!” you yelled, but the laughter in your voice betrayed you.

satoru chuckled darkly, “oh, you’re gonna be sorry when i get you!”

you pushed your legs to run faster, but their footsteps were getting closer. the thrill of the chase only fueled your laughter, knowing they wouldn’t let you get away without some playful revenge.

satoru and suguru were now hot on your heels, their breathing slightly labored but their determination unwavering. the gap between you had narrowed considerably, their long strides making up the distance with ease.

suguru's voice, filled with a mix of mock irritation and amusement, called out behind you. “don't think saying you’re sorry will save you now, princess.” satoru echoed his comment, a smirk on his face. “yeah, you're going to pay for that little seaweed stunt. better start bracing yourself for your punishment!”

you skidded to a stop, quickly scooping up a handful of wet seaweed from the sand. your heart raced with excitement as you prepared to launch it at them, a wide grin spreading across your face.

“come on, boys, you want some more?” you taunted, your arm cocked back, ready to throw.

satoru and suguru were almost upon you, their hands reaching out to grab you, but you were quick, ducking and weaving out of their grasp while still holding your ammunition. “think you can dodge us forever?” suguru called out, his tone playful yet determined. with a laugh, you threw the seaweed at them, catching satoru on the shoulder.

satoru yelped as the seaweed hit his shoulder, his expression momentarily stunned before a cheeky grin spread across his face.

suguru burst into laughter as he watched you duck and weave out of their grasp. he shook his head, a mixture of amusement and admiration lighting up his eyes. “you're relentless, you know that?”

satoru brushed the seaweed off his shoulder, his eyes narrowing in playful determination. “oh, now you've done it. you just signed up for some serious payback, baby.” just as you tried to dodge again, satoru’s long arms finally wrapped around you, pulling you back toward him. “gotcha!” he exclaimed triumphantly, holding you tight while suguru came up to help pin you down.

your laughter echoed through the night, knowing you’d be in for whatever playful revenge they had in mind next. gojo swung your body slightly as he held you against his chest, laughing.

satoru and suguru were both breathing heavily from their chase as they finally caught you, satoru holding you tightly against him while suguru stood beside you. their hands held you firmly in place, making it impossible for you to escape.

satoru's laugh filled the air as he held you against him, his body still buzzing from the adrenaline. “you little brat,“ he mused, his voice tinged with mock annoyance. “you thought you could outmaneuver us, but we got you anyway.”

you covered your face with your hands, feeling the seaweed slipping through your fingers as you tried to shield yourself from the inevitable. your laughter was muffled, but the joy and mischief were still evident as you squirmed in satoru's grasp, trying to wiggle free. “suguru, no!” you managed to gasp between laughs, peeking through your fingers to see him holding the seaweed with a wicked grin.

“oh, yes,” suguru teased, slowly approaching with the seaweed in hand, “you’ve had your fun, now it’s our turn.” you wriggled harder, your laughter turning into a mixture of giggles and mock pleas as you tried to escape, but satoru’s hold on you was firm.

satoru chuckled, his arms holding you tight against him as you squirmed and laughed in his grasp. he could feel the tension in your body as you tried to shield yourself from the inevitable seaweed attack.

suguru approached with a wicked grin, holding the seaweed in his hand. his eyes gleamed with amusement as he taunted you, “oh, you're not going anywhere, princess.”

together, satoru and suguru began to tease you with the seaweed, gently tickling you with it and laughing as you squirmed and giggled in vain attempts to escape. you let out a playful scream, “not my hair!” as you squirmed even more, desperately trying to dodge the tickling seaweed. your laughter echoed through the air, blending with satoru and suguru’s as they continued their teasing assault.

satoru chuckled, his grip on you unwavering as he teased, “oh, now you’re worried about your hair? too late, princess!”

suguru, equally amused, waved the seaweed close to your head with exaggerated slowness, drawing out your mock panic. “don't worry, we'll make sure it's styled perfectly,” he joked. your giggles turned into full-blown laughter as you struggled, your hair becoming their main target.

your struggles and laughter only made satoru and suguru more determined to tease you further. they continued to wave the seaweed playfully over your head, their grins widening with each sound that escaped your lips.

satoru's voice was filled with false seriousness as he declared, “we’re just trying to give you that beach-chic look, princess.” suguru chimed in, his own voice laced with laughter, “yeah, you know, tousled and windblown. the perfect look for a night at the beach!”

with a triumphant laugh, suguru carefully wrapped the long piece of seaweed around your neck, making it look like a ridiculous, slimy scarf. satoru, still holding you tightly against his chest, couldn’t help but burst into laughter at the sight.

“there we go,” satoru teased, his voice filled with amusement, “a perfect accessory for our little troublemaker.”

suguru stepped back to admire their handiwork, a satisfied grin on his face. “you’re rocking that look, princess. very avant-garde,” he joked, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

you couldn’t help but laugh, feeling a mix of exasperation and amusement. “you two are the worst,” you muttered, but your grin betrayed how much fun you were actually having. both satoru and suguru chuckled at your comment, clearly enjoying themselves immensely as they teased you. satoru's arms held you tightly against him, while suguru stood back admiring his handy work.

satoru smirked, his voice playful. “oh, come on, princess. you know you love it when we give you a makeover.”

suguru chimed in, his tone full of mock seriousness. “yeah, we're just your fashion consultants for the night. seaweed is the hottest accessory this season, you know.” you rolled your eyes dramatically, but a small, reluctant smile tugged at your lips as you played along. “if this is what you call a makeover, i think i need to fire my stylists,” you quipped, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably as your laughter broke through.

satoru and suguru exchanged a quick, mischievous glance, their eyes lighting up with a new idea. before you could even react, satoru tightened his grip around your waist, and suguru grabbed your legs.

“wait, no—!” you barely managed to protest before they hoisted you off the ground. with a shared laugh, they swung you towards the water, ignoring your playful struggles. “time for a swim, princess!” satoru declared.

and with that, they tossed you into the shallow waves, the cold water splashing around you as you landed with a squeal.

satoru and suguru burst into laughter as they tossed you into the cool water. they stood a few feet away, their eyes gleaming with amusement as they watched you splash and flail in the shallow waves. suguru called out to you, his voice filled with a hint of mischief. “how's the water, princess? a little cold, i bet!”

satoru added, still laughing, “yeah, we figured we'd give you a nice, refreshing rinse. gotta make sure you're clean after our little seaweed fashion session!”

both satoru and suguru stood near the edge of the water, their jeans soaked from the splash. their expressions mixed between amusement and concern as they watched you stand up, shaking off the water.

you looked up at them with a playful scowl, ready to unleash your mock fury. “oh, you’re assholes,” you grumbled, but before you could make a move, a wave caught you off guard.

you stumbled and fell, the water rising up around you as you landed with a splash. your laughter mingled with the sound of the waves, the playful battle now turned into a full-on water fight as you tried to regain your footing, grinning up at them despite your soggy predicament.

satoru and suguru couldn't help but burst into laughter once again as they saw you stumble and fall back into the water. they watched as you tried to regain your footing, still spluttering and laughing despite the now sopping wet state.

suguru called out to you, his voice filled with mock taunting, “looks like you're the one who needs a rinse now, princess!”

satoru echoed his sentiment, his own laughter joining in, “yeah, might as well dive back in and make the most of it, baby!” you managed to find your footing and, with a mischievous grin, reached out to grab both satoru and suguru. you pulled them into the water with a forceful splash, their surprised yelps merging with your laughter.

as they tumbled into the shallow waves, you stood over them, pointing and laughing. “who’s the loser now?” you taunted, your laughter ringing out as they floundered in the water, their once smug expressions now replaced with wide-eyed surprise.

satoru and suguru let out surprised yelps as you yanked them into the water with you. they stumbled and tripped, ending up on their butts in the shallow waves before you.

they sat there, disoriented and soaking wet, before glancing up at you with matching looks of mock shock. satoru brushed the hair from his eyes, his voice filled with exaggerated indignance, “you little sneak!”

suguru was equally surprised but couldn't help a laugh escaping. “oh, princess, you don't fight fair!”

you snorted, your grin widening as you looked down at them. “oh honey, everything is fair in love and war,” you replied, your tone playful and unapologetic. satoru chuckled, his eyes narrowing with playful determination. “fine, if it's a war you want, princess, you got it.”

he suddenly lunged at you, trying to grab your ankle and pull you back down into the water. suguru followed right behind, his own competitive gleam in his eyes. the three of you splashed and laughed as you all grappled and wrestled in the shallow waves. it was a playful and lighthearted battle, each of you trying to get the upper hand on the others.

satoru and suguru tried to knock you off balance, their eyes sparkling with amusement. “no escaping us now, princess!” they taunted, their voices a mix of mock seriousness and laughter. you tumbled between them with a splash, falling into the shallow water where satoru and suguru were sitting. you laughed as you hit the water, the cold waves mixing with your giggles.

satoru grinned at you, his eyes alight with mischief. “gotcha!” suguru chuckled, joining in on the teasing, “yeah, you're not getting away this time, princess.”

satoru reached out and pinched your side, playfully tickling you as he and suguru both laughed at your predicament. “you really thought you could knock us both down and walk away unscathed, huh?”

you let out a squeal as satoru's tickling fingers found their mark, wriggling and laughing as you tried to fend him off. suguru’s arm around your waist, pressing your back against his hard chest, provided a comforting anchor as you sat between them, their playful banter and laughter adding to the fun.

“you two are impossible,” you managed to say between giggles, resting against suguru’s side. the warmth of their presence and the playful splashing made you forget all about the earlier frustration, enjoying the carefree moment with them.

satoru chuckled, his fingers still dancing over your skin as he continued his playful attack. “oh, you love it, princess,” he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief. suguru, his arm still wrapped around your waist, added, “yeah, you can't deny how much fun this is.”

the three of you sat there in the shallow waves, the water slicking across your skin and the moon shining down from above. satoru's hand slowed its tickling, his touch now becoming more affectionate, “we just can't resist teasing you, baby.”

you leaned in close to satoru, catching him off guard with a sudden kiss. his eyes widened in surprise, and the tickling stopped as he melted into the kiss. suguru, watching the interaction, couldn’t help but smile warmly, his arm still around your waist.

as you pulled away, you saw satoru’s stunned but pleased expression. “there, now you’re quiet,” you said with a mischievous grin, finally feeling victorious in your playful battle. satoru blinked, his face still flushed from the unexpected kiss. he tried to form a snarky response, but his brain didn't seem to be functioning at the moment. suguru chuckled knowingly, clearly enjoying the effect you had on satoru.

satoru finally managed to speak, his voice somewhat dazed. “well, that's definitely one way to shut me up, princess.” suguru chimed in, his smile widening, “you know how to keep us on our toes, that's for sure.”

you turned your face towards suguru, a playful glint in your eyes as you teased, “you need to shut up too.” before he could react, you closed the distance between you, capturing his lips in a kiss. his surprise melted into a smile, and he responded with equal affection. the playful atmosphere continued as you pulled away, satisfied with your ability to keep both of them on their toes.

suguru's eyes widened for a moment as you caught him off guard with a kiss, but then he smiled, returning the affection with equal intensity. satoru, his earlier surprise slowly wearing off, watched the two of you with a mix of amusement and envy.

as you pulled away, satoru couldn't help but chime in, a hint of playful annoyance in his voice. “hey, what about me? i can be quiet too, you know!”

you let out a small, playful shiver as you replied with a teasing smile, “oh, I’m sorry, did you want a kiss too?” you leaned in towards satoru, your lips brushing against his as you gave him a quick, teasing peck. the cold made your lips tremble slightly, but you pulled back with a satisfied grin. “there, happy now?”

satoru rolled his eyes in a mock annoyance, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips. “well, that was hardly a proper kiss,“ he complained, his voice filled with mock disappointment.

suguru chuckled beside you, his arm around your waist still warm and comforting. “don't be greedy, satoru,” he teased. “you already got more than enough attention tonight.” you nodded in agreement with suguru, lips and body still trembling from the cold.

suguru noticed your shivering and tightened his arm around your waist, drawing you closer in an attempt to stop the tremors. “you're cold, aren't you, princess?” he said, his voice filled with concern. satoru, noticing your body trembling as well, added, “yeah, we should probably get you out of here before you freeze, baby.”

satoru's fingers worked to gently remove the seaweed from your neck, his touch soft and tender. he chuckled at the state you had gotten yourself into, his eyes sparkling with affection. “ugh, you're such a messy girl,” he murmured, his words tinted with mock frustration. "always finding ways to end up soaked and covered in seaweed. what are we going to do with you, huh?“

suguru's arm remained around your waist, the warmth of his touch providing some comfort against the cold. he chuckled softly at satoru's comments, his body pressed against yours. “yeah, you seem to have a knack for getting into these situations, princess,” he teased, his tone affectionate, “always ending up in trouble and need of rescuing.”

as the three of you tried to get out of the water, your bare feet shuffled across the sandy ocean floor. without warning, you stepped on a sharp shell buried beneath the surface. “aw!” a sharp jolt of pain shot up through your foot, and you winced, stumbling slightly. instinctively, you lifted your foot from the sand and saw the blood oozing from the cut.

suguru's eyes immediately dropped to your injury, and his expression shifted from playful to serious in an instant. he sighed, his shoulders drooping slightly as he shook his head. the gentle amusement that had been present in his voice earlier was replaced by a more exasperated tone. “see?” he said, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and concern.

satoru, noticing the change in suguru's demeanor, quickly moved closer. his playful smirk had vanished, replaced by a look of genuine worry. he crouched down beside you, his fingers delicately touching your wounded foot. “damn, that looks painful,” he said softly, his voice now gentle and soothing, “we need to get you taken care of.”

satoru's expression shifted from playful teasing to concern as he noticed your wince and the blood on your foot. suguru, his own concern evident, let out a small sigh as he noticed the cut.

“ah, you've done it again, princess,” he teased, his voice mixed with a hint of worry. satoru quickly knelt down, gently inspecting the wound. “we can't take you anywhere, can we?” he joked, but his eyes reflected his worry for you, “are you alright, baby? does it hurt bad?”

suguru stepped closer, the playful atmosphere that had been surrounding you all just a moment ago now replaced by an air of concern. he looked down at the wound on your foot, his expression serious. “you always manage to get into trouble, don't you?” he mumbled, his voice tinged with gentle disapproval.

satoru's fingers gently touched your foot, assessing the cut. he looked up at you with a mixture of worry and affection. “how bad is it, baby? can you walk?”

you mumbled an apologetic “sorry” through your winces, trying to manage the pain. glancing at satoru, you forced a small smile and said, “i can walk with one foot,” your voice trembling slightly from the discomfort. despite the pain, you tried to put on a brave face, determined not to let it ruin the moment completely.

satoru and suguru exchanged a quick glance as they saw the pain etched on your face. suguru's eyes filled with concern as he spoke. “don't apologize, princess,” he assured you, his voice gentle, “you didn't do anything wrong.”

satoru, looking at your attempted smile, couldn't hide the concern in his eyes. “no way are you walking on this,” he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument, “we're not letting you further injure yourself.”

satoru helped you carefully out of the water, guiding you slowly toward the shore. suguru stayed close by, his expression a mix of concern and frustration as he watched the situation unfold.

“wait here,” satoru said to suguru, his voice steady as he glanced back. “i’ll grab the first aid kit from the car.”

with that, satoru headed off toward the vehicle, his pace quick and purposeful. suguru remained at your side, his hand gently resting on your shoulder to offer support.

suguru helped you settle down on the sand, carefully making sure you were comfortable despite the discomfort from your injury. he sat beside you, keeping an eye on the approaching satoru.

“try to stay still,” suguru said softly, his voice soothing. he gave you a gentle smile as he softly caressed your wet hair, “we’ll get you patched up in no time, okay?” as satoru jogged away, suguru stayed beside you, his hand gently running through your wet hair. he made sure you were comfortable, his touch gentle and calming.

“easy there,” he murmured as you shifted your injured foot. “don’t move it too much, okay? we need to keep it as still as possible until satoru gets back with the first-aid kit.” he sat beside you, his eyes scanning over the cut, his voice filled with concern. “how are you feeling, princess? the pain subsiding a little?”

you gave him a small, pained smile, your eyes still a bit damp from the water. “yeah, it’s not too bad,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady despite the discomfort. “just a bit sore. thanks for staying with me, suguru.”

you leaned into his side slightly, appreciating his presence and the warmth of his hand in your hair. “i’m sorry for causing trouble tonight.” knowing that they already warned you about getting hurt and here you are..

suguru smiled slightly, his expression a mix of affection and concern. “don't apologize, princess. you didn't do anything wrong. accidents happen, and we're just glad we can help take care of you.”

he continued to run his fingers through your hair, the gesture calming and reassuring. “and don't worry about causing trouble. it's just part of your charm, after all.” suguru looked up as satoru returned from the vehicle, first-aid kit in hand. “ah, here he comes. we'll have you patched up in no time, princess.”

satoru quickly returned from the vehicle, his hands carrying the first-aid kit. he knelt down next to you, his expression a mix of concern and relief. “i got the first aid kit, princess.” he gently opened the kit, sifting through the various supplies until he found what he was looking for. he grabbed a clean cloth and a bottle of antiseptic, his movements efficient and focused. “this might sting a bit,” he warned, his voice gentle, “but we need to clean the wound to prevent any infection.”

satoru knelt down beside you, his hands already rummaging through the first aid kit. his movements were quick and purposeful as he grabbed a cloth and a bottle of antiseptic, clearly determined to take care of your injury.

“alright, this might hurt a bit but we need to keep it clean to prevent any infection,” he said, his voice soft and gentle. “hold still, princess.” he carefully applied the antiseptic to the cloth, his touch gentle yet firm as he began cleaning the cut.

you flinched slightly at the sting of the antiseptic but tried to remain still, focusing on satoru’s soothing voice. “oh fuck,” you murmured through a wince, appreciating his careful and attentive care. you glanced up at him with a faint smile, grateful for his attention and the way he was taking care of you.

satoru chuckled softly at your whispered curse, his eyes never leaving the cut as he continued to clean it. “just hang in there, princess,” he teased, his voice light. “i know it stings, but it's almost done.” as he worked, he reached out with his free hand to gently caress your cheek, his touch warm and reassuring.

you chuckled softly as you saw the intense concentration on satoru’s face, finding his focus endearing. “you’re so focused, it’s adorable,” you said, your voice light with affection. as you reached up, you gently picked the seaweed out of his hair, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “and you’ve got seaweed in your hair, too.”

satoru glanced up at you, his expression shifting from intense concentration to amusement as you picked the seaweed out of his hair. “ah, of course you would notice that,” he teased, his eyes sparkling with laughter, “can't get anything past you, princess,” he continued, his tone lighthearted. he applied a final wipe of antiseptic before letting out a small sigh, “there we go, all cleaned up.”

he looked down at the cut, his eyes assessing it closely to ensure everything was cleaned up properly. he then grabbed a small roll of gauze and a few pieces of adhesive tape from the first aid kit. “now, let's get you wrapped up,” he murmured, his voice low and caring, “hopefully this'll keep you from hurting yourself again for a little while.”

you gave a sheepish smile, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. “thanks, baby,” you said, trying to lighten the mood. you looked up at him, appreciating the care he was taking with your injury. “i promise I’ll try not to cause any more accidents tonight.”

satoru chuckled, his eyes dancing with amusement as he began wrapping your foot, his fingers agile and precise. “yeah, you better not,” he teased, his voice light. “i don't think my heart can handle any more of your unexpected injuries tonight. try to be a little more careful, princess, for my sake, alright?”

you nodded, giving him a small, grateful smile. “okay, i’ll be more careful,” you said softly. “thanks for taking care of me, ’toru.” satoru smiled at your words, his expression gentle and affectionate. “of course, princess. we'll always take care of you,” he reassured.

suguru, who had been watching silently, chimed in with a nod. “yeah, we've got you,” he added, his voice filled with warmth, “no matter what trouble you manage to find yourself in.”

with expert precision, satoru finished wrapping your injured foot. he stood up, offering his hand to you as he spoke. “there you go, all taken care of,” he said, his voice filled with a hint of pride, “you think you can stand, princess?”

you took his hand and tried to stand, carefully putting weight on your wrapped foot. “yeah, i can,” you said, testing your balance. the wrap felt secure, and with satoru's support, you managed to stay upright and suguru's hands around your waist.

both satoru and suguru hovered around you, ready to catch you if you stumbled. suguru's hands were gentle but firm around your waist, his touch reassuring.

“easy there, princess,” suguru warned, his voice calming. “don't put too much weight on that foot just yet.” satoru nodded in agreement, his eyes never leaving your face, his voice filled with concern. “take it slow, okay? we don't want you hurting yourself again.”

you nodded, appreciating their careful guidance as they helped you back to the car. “thanks, baby,” you said, your voice grateful. you moved slowly, mindful of your injured foot, feeling their supportive presence every step of the way.

satoru and suguru walked beside you, their steps slow and purposeful to match your pace. they remained close, ready to catch you if you lost balance.

suguru's arm wrapped around your waist, his hand resting on your hip, providing steady support. satoru stayed on the other side, his hand on your shoulder, offering extra stability. “just take your time, princess,” suguru murmured, his voice gentle and reassuring, “we're not in a hurry.”

you squeezed suguru's hand gently, a silent gesture of gratitude for both of them. their support made you feel safe and cared for, and you couldn’t help but smile softly despite the situation.

when you reached the car, satoru was quick to stash the first aid kit in the trunk and pull out suguru's hoodie. without a word, he draped it over your shoulders, his touch warm and considerate. “here, princess,” he said softly, helping you into the hoodie. “we can't have you catching a cold on top of everything else.”

you slipped your arms into the sleeves, feeling the warmth of suguru's hoodie enveloping you. the soft fabric was a comfort against the cool night air, and you felt a deep sense of affection for them both. “thanks,” you murmured, your voice filled with appreciation as you leaned into the warmth.

as you slid into suguru's hoodie, the warmth of the fabric settled over you, a comfortable and familiar presence. satoru smiled, clearly pleased to see you cozy and comfortable.

“no problem, princess,” he replied, his voice warm. “we can't have you getting cold on top of everything else.” suguru stepped up beside him, his eyes flickering over your form as you adjusted the hoodie. his expression was soft, a mixture of affection and concern. “you look cute in that,” he observed, his voice low and fond.

you blushed slightly at his words, a small smile playing on your lips. before you could respond, suguru leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. the tender gesture filled you with warmth, easing the discomfort from your injury.

suguru then opened the backseat door for you, his hand resting on your back as he helped you inside. “let's get you home,” he murmured, his voice filled with quiet determination. you nodded, feeling secure and cared for as the three of you prepared to head home.

satoru and suguru settled you comfortably in the back seat, their attention to detail ensuring you were as comfortable as possible. suguru slipped into the driver's seat, while satoru took the passenger side next to him.

the drive home started in a comfortable silence, the soft hum of the car engine filling the air. suguru glanced at you in the rearview mirror, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and affection. “how are you feeling back there, princess?” he asked, his voice laced with worry. “the hoodie keeping you warm?”

you snuggled deeper into suguru’s hoodie, the warmth and familiar scent calming your nerves. you nodded, offering a small smile even though he couldn’t see it clearly from the front seat. “i’m okay,” you replied softly, your voice a little tired but content. “the hoodie’s perfect, thank you.”

satoru turned slightly in his seat to look at you, his eyes filled with concern. “good,” he murmured, his tone lighter now that he knew you were comfortable. “we’ll be home soon, just relax.”

you nodded again, your eyes beginning to droop as the gentle motion of the car and the warmth of the hoodie started to lull you into a peaceful state. “thanks, both of you,“ you whispered, your gratitude evident even as you fought to keep your eyes open. their presence made you feel safe, and you let yourself drift off, knowing you were in good hands.

as you whispered your thanks, satoru and suguru exchanged a quick glance in the front seats. their expressions softened slightly, seeing you drift off. suguru focused on the road, his hands firmly on the wheel. “she's falling asleep,” he noted quietly, his voice filled with a mix of concern and affection.

satoru let out a small sigh, turning back to look at you again. the sight of you bundled up in suguru's hoodie, drifting off peacefully, filled him with a pang of protectiveness. “yeah,” he agreed, his voice soft.

satoru glanced at suguru, his expression serious despite the softness in his eyes. “drive slow, suguru,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “doesn’t matter how long it takes to get home—just don’t wake her.”

satoru turned back to look at you again, watching as you slept peacefully in the back seat. a small, protective smile tugged at his lips as he settled back into his seat, making sure you stayed undisturbed. the car moved gently down the road, each bump and turn handled with care, all for the sake of keeping you in your peaceful slumber.

suguru nodded silently in response to satoru's quiet request. he slowed down even further, driving with extra care to minimize any bumps or jerks that could disturb your sleep.

a comfortable silence filled the car as they continued on their way home. suguru's eyes flickered occasionally to the rearview mirror, checking on you in the back. satoru, meanwhile, sat quietly, his gaze occasionally shifting to you as well. their shared concern for your comfort and wellbeing was palpable in the air.

the journey continued, each mile passing by slowly and carefully as suguru continued to drive with the utmost caution.

every now and then, satoru would turn to look at you, checking to make sure you were still sleeping soundly. his expression softened each time he glanced at you, his concern and affection visible in the gentle way he watched you. the car finally pulled into the driveway, coming to a soft stop in front of the house. both suguru and satoru turned to look at you once again, their eyes filled with a mixture of relief and tenderness.

“we're home,” suguru said softly, his voice deliberately low to avoid disturbing you. satoru unbuckled his seatbelt, his eyes still on your form in the back seat. “let's get her inside,” he breathed, his voice tinged with a mix of worry and concern.

suguru nodded in agreement, also unbuckling his seatbelt. both of them got out of the car and cautiously opened the back door, their movements slow and measured to minimize any disturbance to your sleep.

suguru gently slipped his arms under you, lifting you carefully from the back seat. your head rolled onto his shoulder, your breath warm against his neck.

satoru stood by his side, a steady presence as suguru cradled you in his arms. they exchanged a look, silently sharing their concern for your comfort and wellbeing. with their steps slow and deliberate, they carried you towards the house.

as they reached the bedroom, suguru carefully laid you down on the bed, his movements gentle to avoid waking you. he watched as your head nestled into the pillow, a small, peaceful sigh escaping your lips. satoru, ever attentive, had already retrieved your pajamas.

satoru approached the bed, a pair of your pajamas held in his hands. he set the clothes down on the nearby chair, then approached the bed where you lay sleeping.

suguru stood by the bed, his gaze fixed on your sleeping form. his expression was filled with a mixture of tenderness and concern, a quiet guardian watching over you. satoru leaned down, his voice barely above a whisper. “we need to get her changed and out of these clothes,” he murmured to suguru.

with a glance at suguru, they silently agreed on their next steps. satoru carefully began to help you out of the damp clothes, his hands moving with delicate precision. suguru stood by, ready to assist, his gaze never leaving your face to ensure you stayed asleep.

satoru worked slowly, his touch feather-light as he changed you into the warm, dry pajamas. he was extra careful, his heart aching at the thought of you catching a cold. once done, he adjusted the blankets around you, tucking you in with a tenderness that spoke volumes of his concern.

as satoru finished changing you into your pajamas, suguru watched silently, his eyes soft with affection at the way satoru took care of you. once you were comfortable and tucked in, satoru stepped back, his gaze lingering on your face.

suguru reached out, gently smoothing a strand of hair off your forehead. “she's okay,” he said softly, his words more a statement of reassurance for himself than anything else. suguru leaned down and brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering for a moment. “sleep well, princess,” he whispered, his voice soft and full of warmth. satoru nodded in agreement, pulling the covers snug around you one last time before they both stepped back, satisfied that you were comfortable and safe.

they stood by the bed for a moment longer, both of them watching you sleep with expressions of tenderness and concern.

suguru's eyes flickering over you once more, his gaze filled with a mixture of appreciation and worry. satoru's hand reached out, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek. “she looks so peaceful,” he murmured, a small smile on his lips.

satoru's fingers lingered on your cheek for a moment longer before he let out a soft sigh. "she really does," he whispered, his voice filled with a quiet admiration. then, his gaze shifted to suguru, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

wrapping his arm around suguru's waist, he pulled him a little closer, the warmth of his touch comforting. “we need to take a shower first before joining her,” satoru said softly, his tone gentle but firm, “we can't crawl into bed all sandy and wet.”

suguru nodded in agreement, his eyes still on you, but he allowed satoru to guide him towards the bathroom. as they left the room, satoru glanced back at you one last time, his heart full of affection and protectiveness.

the bathroom door closed quietly behind them, satoru gently guiding suguru towards the shower.

as satoru turned on the water, the sound of the shower echoed through the bathroom. he waited for the water to warm up before he began disrobing, his movements efficient and quick.

suguru followed suit, shedding his clothes, his eyes flickering towards the bedroom door occasionally, his thoughts clearly still on you.

[weneepie]

physical affection w/ red hood rules | m.list

note. hello there! this one is to heal my own heart tbh because I read too much angst with my boy and I need him to be happy :( pleased don't hesitate to request <3

Jason Todd had never been known for being the most gentle and sweet person on Earth. Actually, most of the people who knew him would say that he was a freaky killing machine. When, in fact, he simply had some problems expressing himself correctly. He would die to be close to someone freely, but he was too scared for that. Scared of everything if he let anyone enter his life. Until you arrived. 

You were some fresh air in his life, a soft wind helping him to finally breathe again. He was still scared, obviously, but you were making things easier. He felt like he could let his guard down when he was with you, and he never thought he would learn how to do that in his life. 

You were watching TV in silence, Jason sitting right next to you in your apartment. He was obviously more looking at you than at what was playing on the screen, observing your figure like he was trying to learn it by heart. In a gentle move, he grabbed your hand in his. You looked at him, and you heard his voice going out softly while looking at your hand. 

“Your hands are so small. Look,” he said, putting your palm against his to compare the size of your hands. It made you smile ever so softly, and when you were about to say something, you saw his fingers getting interlocked with yours. With that, he simply held your hand before resting his head against your shoulder. You restrained that sweet laugh that almost escaped you before looking back at the TV, your grip on his hand slightly tightening. 

One of the things Jason used to do a lot was pretexting that he wanted you to be safe so he could get some physical affection from you. You were about to cross the road after looking at each side of it when you felt a hand grabbing yours. You glanced at your boyfriend who slowly shrugged your shoulders and said “Just to be safe”. And for sure you would be safe with Red Hood himself around you. 

Grabbing your hand wasn’t the only thing he would do though. Jason loved your hair, even if he didn’t exactly know why. It was just so soft and playing with it was probably the best thing he ever did to calm himself. You were peacefully doing your skincare that night, hair down while applying your face mask, when Jason arrived from behind you. His fingers slowly passed through the end of your hair and you looked at him through the mirror. 

“Want to help me? I need to brush them.” You told him and the boy looked up at you the second after. He slowly nodded and you grabbed your hair brush to give it to him. You both left the bathroom so you could sit on the bed, him being right behind you. His movements were so slow, so gentle. You were the only one who had the chance to see him like that, and you would never be glad enough for that. 

But he wasn’t the only one to seek this affection, of course. First, you would never say no to him if he wanted you to cuddle him in a way or another. But you were also never missing a chance to cling onto him when you were in public spaces. Not only because you wanted people to know that the man was with you, but also because you didn’t like to be surrounded by a crowd too dense. 

Jason was your safe place, and you slowly realized that you were also his. It was working well, especially because you could tell that he was doing more effort than he ever did. He really wanted to trust you, even if it was complicated for him at some point. Trusting issues were an obvious thing, but he was working on it. 

He loved you more than anything else, and he would do everything to make it work.

thank you for reading!

[mantou-rin]

The moment the boys realise they are head over heels for you

Characters: Kenma, Sugawara, Yaku

A/N: The amount of things I am able to come up with while at work should be studied. As usual not proofread I am sorry but I hope you like the silly thoughts that go through my head on a daily basis.

KENMA

Kenma couldn't help but look up from his game to stare at you.

You were at the other end of the classroom talking with a few of your classmates. Your voice wasn't exactly loud, but your presence was more than enough to catch his attention. Kenma admired the way you spoke and the way your face lit up everytime someone said something interesting. You weren't exactly an extrovert, but you had a bubbly and bright personality, and often got along well with pretty much anyone. 

Kenma kind of envied you for that. Not that he was the kind to draw attention to himself, but being able to comfortably talk with people sometimes seemed nice. 

From the corner of your eye, you caught sight of him looking at you, and you turned to give him a smile while waving towards him. He instantly panicked, and quickly turned his attention back to his game console, trying his best to calm his rapidly beating heart. 

He wasn't sure for the longest time about this feeling he had towards you. Was it fascination or just admiration, or was it something more than that. To him, you seemed so interesting, almost as if he wanted to study - no, get to know you better. His racing heart finally confirmed it as a crush, but how does he even begin to ask you out? 

“Kenma”

He nearly jumped when he heard that familiar voice of yours. Slowly he put down his console and directed his attention to you. You were standing next to his desk, the sunlight hitting your face gave you the prettiest glow he had ever seen. 

It was real, he wanted to get closer to you, he wanted to understand everything about you. 

“There's a new cat cafe that just opened, would you like to go there together? I hope you don't mind that it'll just be the two of us.”

Two of us? Did he hear that correctly? Of course he wouldn't mind, if anything he was more than happy that it was just the two of you.  

“Mhm.” Came his silent reply, to which you happily told him that you’ll message him the details when you get home. 

Turns out that your feelings for him were mutual as well. 

SUGAWARA

Suga was not having a good day right now. He felt he didn't do a great job at practice just now and now he couldn't get rid of the constant worry that his team would be disappointed in him. For the most part, he knew the Karasuno boys would never be upset with him, but what if today it was different. 

Before he left just now, Daichi had already told him to cheer up and not think about it, but he just couldn't help himself. He wished he wasn't the kind to mull over his mistakes over and over, but unfortunately, he wasn't that kind of person. 

He really wanted to call you right now. He often told you how you were his comfort after a long day, and he felt that he really needed you today. He was about to make the call when he realised that you told him that you were going out to run some errands that night. 

Right. It wasn't polite to disturb someone when they were busy.  Suga figured to simply drop you a text instead, the both of you could talk about it later tonight.

Sighing, he shoved his phone back into his pocket and looked up at the sky. It was so quiet and calm, contrary to whatever his mind was right now - noisy and chaotic. 

“Suga!” He heard someone call from behind him. 

Hang on. That voice was familiar, one that he has heard many times, there was no way it was - 

You.

Suga wasn't sure why he nearly cried when he saw you, heck he wasn't even sure why you suddenly showed up. 

“Sorry if I’m a little late, but I saw your message and figured that I should come right away. Also sorry I couldn't get something better, but I got you some ice cream from the convenience store on the way here.”

Suga panicked a little, he worried that his message to you came off as something that needed immediate attention, that wasn't what he intended for it to be, although now that he saw you the chaos that was in his mind just now seemed to have died down. 

“Eh, I thought you had to run errands? Sorry if I bothered you.” 

“I can always go another day, besides, you having a bad day is something more important than the groceries I have to buy.” 

Suga wasn't aware, but he was sure he let a tear slip out of his eye when he felt your hands reaching towards him to wipe them away. He never noticed because he was always the one doing the comforting, but right now with you next to him assuring him that everything was going to be alright, his mind became a reflection of the night sky - calm and quiet.

“I'll go run your errands with you tomorrow, and will you allow me to bring you out for dinner afterwards?” 

YAKU

Yaku was glad you decided to join the volleyball team as a manager. Even though the two of you were childhood friends (and neighbours), any extra minute he got to spend with you meant a lot to him. 

You were attentive and smart, always promptly taking care of the team’s needs and giving out advice as needed. Your presence alone sometimes helped boost the team’s morale. 

Water was running low? You had already prepared new bottles for the boys long ago before they even noticed they were running out. 

There was a spot on the court that seemed a little slippery? The next thing Yaku knew you were ready to swoop in with the mop to clean it up. 

The team needed extra balls for practice? There was nothing to worry about because you would have a new basket of volleyballs ready by the side.  

You were talking to Yaku halfway after practice when you excused yourself to find the coach for something. Yaku couldn't help but glance over at the extra bag he had seen you carrying around recently. You happened to leave it open, and Yaku caught sight of a pair of knee guards - specifically the ones he was using. Yaku didn't want to peek, but he was too curious as to why you had that in your bag. He pried the bag open slightly and saw a towel as well as a pouch filled with first aid supplies. 

Perhaps you were playing volleyball too? 

When you came back, Yaku asked if you started playing volleyball too, referencing the items he saw in your bag. 

“Ah, no it's just emergency stuff in case you get injured. I've seen you getting many new bruises because of practice so I wanted to be ready just in case.” You replied softly, slightly embarrassed by the fact that you had been found out. 

Yaku felt his heart do about a thousand backflips. He was always under the impression that you cared for each team member equally, but now knowing that you put in a little more effort to look out for him made him somewhat flustered. 

“Ah, thank you.” Was the only thing he could splutter out.

There was a brief silence before he mustered up his courage to speak again.

“Would you like to go get dinner together after practice tomorrow?”

[jillgirlfriends]

the boyfriend

ghostface!boyfriend!billy loomis x fem!reader

headcanons where billy is ghostface but you dont know that and hes also your boyfriend

warnin: virgin!reader dark themes, missionary position, ridicule, rude treatment, persecution smut

author notes: I want to write this with all the ghostfaces except... you know who

-ˋˏ every night, someone called you, his voice distorted and chilling, as if it belonged to a monster rather than the loving boyfriend you knew. the taunts and threats on the phone felt horrifying, even as you tried to convince yourself it was all a bad dream. then, just as suddenly as the calls came, billy would appear in front of you, his smile reassuring, and everything would seem normal again. until, of course, the next phone call or unexpected appearance, leaving you questioning what was real and what was a nightmare.

ghostface!billy loomis who calls you on the phone every night and enjoys your fear, and mocks you all the time. and after that comes back to you in the form of your loving boyfriend, and will specifically scare you with his sudden appearance

"hello, what's your favorite scarie movie?"

"who is this..?" - you're asking a question with a question. did you think it was some kind of prank by teenagers or.. like randy

ghostface!billy loomis who watches you all the time, in case no one hurts you. he is always with you. absolutely always. you feel the eyes constantly watching you and it makes you nervous and covers your body with goosebumps. and naturally, he sees it and enjoys it.

ghostface!billy loomis could be watching you as you sleep, knowing your every move and thinking. he takes joy in knowing he could do anything to you at any moment, yet he chooses not to, making you feel both terror and a strange sense of safety.

ghostface!billy loomis could continue to call you on the phone every night, but this time, he starts to talk more about himself. he opens up to you but always with a sinister undertone, leaving you questioning

ghostface!billy loomis who threatens you with death and promises to make your life hell if you don't talk to him. and out of fear for your life you continue to pick up his calls, but mostly keep quiet and listen. which only makes him angry

ghostface!billy loomis who sends you messages and letters, threatening and frightening you, but when you see him in person, he acts like nothing happened, making you question your own sanity and creating a tense and confusing atmosphere around him. but he always pities you and consoles you afterwards because he loves you

ghostface!billy loomis who enjoys your tears, although he understands that he shouldn't. but.. he simply can't do anything. you.. become in his eyes as if a victim. his victim. and definitely loved.

ghostface!billy loomis who constantly gets excited when he sees you in your night short dress. he just wants to rip it off and attach your body to himself, and finally take your virginity.

ghostface!billy loomis who constantly thinks about fucking you at night in the form of ghostface, roughly and cruelly. this thought turns him on so much

ghostface!billy loomis who calls you again in the middle of the night and asks you three questions about his favorite horror movies, he's even more mocking and his voice was so dark. you heard his heavy breathing.

he threatens you with death and says that he will make your life hell.

and so you answer two questions correctly, but the third was... wrong

"and.. this is wrong answer"

you were stunned and tears were streaming from your eyes because of all the horror. you were so tired of all the late night calls and threats.

you are grabbed from behind by strong and firm hands, roughly pushing you onto the bed, and holding a knife to your neck and roughly gagging your mouth with a hand in a black glove. you see him for the first time, your eyes open wide and you breathe heavily from fear and shock

「 his hips roughly dug into yours, you were so hurt by the rough treatment but... for some reason you liked it at the same time. his hand was squeezing your thin neck tightly, and your nightdress had long ago been roughly removed from you and was now lying on the floor like your soft underwear, which is why you were showing him your body.

he didn't feel sorry for you for a second. he called you names and was rude to you all the time. for trying to get away from him, you were immediately hit in the face and your neck was strangled harder, which is why you had long forgotten about freedom.

"you dirty slut, you take me so well. and what will your sweet boyfriend billy think?" - the stranger spoke rudely and mockingly, his cock was so big and hard.. you were on the edge. the pain had already passed and it was.. somehow pleasant.

"I'm sure he would have left you if he saw how easily you take my dick."

his hand on your neck started to squeeze your breast roughly, making you wince. and his other hand was squeezing your thigh so you wouldn't hide your pussy from him. your mind was clouded and you were on the verge of passing out.

your first time was with a killer.. it was horrible and at the same time it scared you.

one last thrust and he filled your virgin pussy with his warm sperm. it was so much.. your eyes widened with orgasm, your first ever

"I'll come every night, bitch, and fill that slutty pussy. someday... billy will see this and leave you, and in the meantime I'll enjoy the show." - the stranger said, taking off his glove and running his finger over your swollen pussy.

and after that he left, leaving the window open. you tried to recover and after that everything was like a fog 」 ˎˊ-

[paynomind-iamnotreal]

You are not a real person.

You wear a face that is not your own. You were designed to die.

You wear a face that gets you recognized around the grounds of a school you are not enrolled at (you aren't enrolled at any school.) You live in the same house as the person you were supposed to be. She has the right voice, stands the right way, wears her clothes correctly. When you look like her, you feel wrong. You see all the parts of yourself that are wrong, the makeup you wear, your style, your mannerisms. You can only see all the parts of yourself that fall short of her, but, any closer, wouldn't feel like you.

You are at a party. You don't know anyone her besides her friends (they are the only people you have ever known, but they never know what to make of you.) They helped you enroll in your own school, one that won't know you, one that won't know her. The other day you were desperate, uncertain and panicked. You took a pregnancy test and it came back positive. She never had to worry about that. She never has to worry about disappearing. The steps were confusing, you could've done it wrong. There is a rumble in the ground and you all leap to action, you're loading cannons, healing people, sharing the blessing of her deity (you never really bothered to ask her about all that.)

You are needed on the roof. You can feel it. The storm is thick and choking, the spray of clouds forces your eyes partly closed. You take stumbling steps towards her. She is on her knees. You've seen her pray before, but something about this is different. You can't tell if its tears or mist pooling on her face. You can't tell if its the pains of combat or the strain of heartbreak contorting her expression. The prayer itself feels wrong too, less holy and more personal. You follow her gaze.

The words leave your lips before you realize, an automatic reaction to the mammoth mess of wind and cloud and hate: "Blimey." There is a face in the storm. Monumental, twisting, grotesque, but a face nonetheless. You are good at recognizing faces. She looks a bit... No. It is grotesque. Monstrous. The face you see in nightmares. Lightning cracks and whips around you. You feel something deep and heavy click in your chest as lighting cracks inside the storm. It looks exactly like her. It looks exactly like you.

And She is beautiful.

It was awe that clicked in your chest. Fear and hope. Awful and awesome. Sublime. Recognition of a power that is beyond yourself.

You don't know what will happen to you if you survive tonight. You don't know how long you live. You don't know where you go when you die.

But you need to reach Her. You place a hand on her shoulder and take a step towards the roiling clouds, towards It. You can reach her, that is all that is certain.

"I don't know if you heard me,"

The face contorts with rage and fear. It knows not what it is. It is everything that is wrong with Her. It will destroy you, when you return Her. That's O.K.

"But I said—"

You were designed to die.

Lightning envelops you as uncertainty replaces fear. It burns your hands, clasped in prayer, it singes your lips, forming the words of your impromptu, awestruck prayer. It's lightning is not what destroys you though. You feel the prayer work as a peace in all the chaos of your life becomes clear, waves of cool night and weighty cosmic power flow through you, calling you home.

You die a person.

Goodbye K2.

[earthchica]

sweetest things | 2

terry richmond x black fem! reader

summary: take a chance with Terry and see how things go.

warning: explicit smut (18+), fluff, unprotected sex, slight daddy kink, foreplay, oral (f & m), light choking, light spanking, dirty talking, friends to lovers, pet names { baby, baby girl, angel & more }

note: Sweet and nasty, Terry is everything lol. here's part two! please enjoy!

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It's been at least a week, and you've been avoiding Terry since his confession and the kiss you two shared.

Oh, the kiss.

That's all you could think about: the way he held you close, how soft and sweet his lips were, and how his tongue danced along with yours.

You've never felt this way about anyone else in your life; you thought you did with your late fiancé, but this was different.

Terry was everything you hoped to find again, and honestly, you wanted him to be more than your friend, but you were afraid.

Meanwhile, Terry wasn't upset that you left; he was more concerned, he didn't know what went wrong.

He tried talking to you, but clearly, you needed time to think, so he didn't push.

"However, the more he gave you space, the more he missed having you around.

You felt terrible leaving him hanging like that, but your fears were clouding your judgment.

You had gotten used to being alone, but now that you had found someone like Terry.

You knew you were missing the one thing you had been yearning for: and that's love.

"Why are you over here, huh?" your mom asked, and you straightened up and gazed at her.

"What, you don't like my company anymore?" You inquired, settling onto the couch beside her.

"You know I didn't say that, girl. I'm just saying I don't want you to end up like me...alone" She says sofly.

"You're not alone, Mama. You got me." You softly uttered those words, gently taking hold of her hand, causing a warm smile to bloom on her face.

"I know, sugar, but I don't want you to miss out on love like I did after your father died. I want you to move forward in life and take a chance with that sweet man, Terry, you always talk about," she said, placing her hand under your chin barely.

"I'm just scared, Mama," You said, looking down with an emotional expression.

"I understand, sugar, but it's okay to take a chance and see how things go. Don't you think Scott would've wanted you to move on and be happy?"

You paused, letting her words sink in. It was a moment of decision and she was right.

The burden of loneliness and the remorse of moving on had exhausted you, and you were done with it.

Scott would not want this pain and sadness for you; he would have wanted you to experience love and happiness again.

You looked warmly at your mother, knowing she was always right and gave the best advice.

"You're right, mama," You said lightly.

Your mom affectionately says, "I know I am. Now, go get your man, child."

You couldn't help but giggle, leaning in to gently kiss your mom's cheek before you grabbed your bag and headed out the door.

You pulled up in front of Terry's house, feeling excitement and nervousness.

Taking a deep breath, you approach the door, and with a thumping heart, you knock.

The door swings open, and you immediately meet his eyes as his voice softly utters your name.

"Hey, Terry, uh, can we talk?" you asked with a hopeful smile. He nodded and moved out of the way to let you in.

You both walked into the living room and sat on the couch silently until Terry broke the silence.

"Shit...I'll get it if you don't feel the same. I just wanted to tell you how you-" He began rambling, and you tried to get a word in.

"Terry...Terry...Terry" You repeatedly said his name to get his attention, but he kept rambling on.

"Terry...I love you," you blurted out, catching him off guard. He glanced over at you with a genuine surprise on his face.

"What did you say?" He asked with a frown, trying to make sure he heard you correctly.

You moved closer to him on the couch, taking hold of his hand into yours.

"I love you, Terry, and I'm sorry I didn't tell you right then and there last week. I was scared and a little overwhelmed with feelings, but I realized I had nothing to fear." You said, getting a little teary while holding his hand.

"You've shown me who you are, Terry; you're everything I've ever longed for. I thought I could never love again after Scott, but you've proved me wrong. I love being around you and how you make me feel. I want to have another chance at love again, and I want that to be with you." You finished with a kiss on his hand.

Terry smiled, feeling bliss burst through his body after hearing your beautiful confession.

"Damn, baby girl, I'm so fucking happy to hear that. I-I love you," He said, which made you giggle and lean in, crashing your lips against his.

Terry wrapped his strong arms around your waist and pulled you closer.

You moaned as he started kissing your neck, and you began lifting his shirt, feeling his abs.

He pulled back before things could escalate further, resting his forehead against yours.

"There's no rush into this; we can take it slow, baby," He whispered, brushing your hair out of your face.

"Do you want me, Terry?" You asked, gently rubbing your forehead against his, feeling his breath on your cheek.

"Fuck...I do. I want you, and I want to show you how you make me feel! I just want to make sure you're ready," He says sincerely, his tone of voice turning you on.

"I am...I want you, Terry. I want you so badly; please show me, and don't hold back!" you purred into his ear.

He kissed you, lifted you from the couch, and carried you to his bedroom.

Terry positioned you on the edge of the bed, tenderly kissing you once more.

You brought him down to the bed with you, swiftly taking his shirt off as his hands reached to start unzipping your dress.

He pulls your dress over your head and starts kissing your neck and grasping your plump breasts in his hands.

You moaned at his touch, holding his arm as he unhooked your peach-colored bra before moving down to your matching panties.

"Mmm, baby, you're already wet for me? You've been waiting for this to happen, huh?" Terry's voice rumbled with a deep, lustful tone, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Does this feel good, baby?" Terry asked, started circling motion through your panties with his fingers, making you moan with pleasure.

"Yes...Terry," you whispered his name softly. He hovered and began leaving kisses down your stomach to your inner thigh.

He was teasing you, and you didn't like that at all. You needed him; you wanted him.

"Terry, please," You begged desperately.

"Please, what, baby girl? You use your words. Tell me what you want?" He said it so dominantly, which you loved in a man in the bedroom.

You sit up slightly, letting out a whimper while looking into his eyes that were filled with lust and love.

"I need you, Daddy. I need to feel your mouth; I need your everything," You begged, eyes wide and filled with an irresistible lust and love.

"That's it, baby, that's what I want to hear," He said in a hushed tone, ripping your panties, causing you to gasp in surprise.

Terry chuckles, removing the rest of your panties before spreading your legs a little wider for him to plunge his tongue between my wet folds.

A moan escaped your lips as your head fell back to the bed, hands finding Terry's head.

The grip of his strong hands on your thighs as he devours your pussy has your head spinning.

His lips capture your clit, and suck it into his mouth, alternating between flicks with the tip of his tongue and light nibbles with his teeth.

"Ahhh....yes, Terry...yes!" you moaned, gripping his arm, your fingers digging into his flesh as steading yourself on the bed.

Terry muffled in your pussy, sending wild rumble through your body; he slid in one finger, then two, crooking them to massage your sweet spot.

"Fuck..you taste so good, baby girl. And doing so well for me," He said, gazing up at you from your pussy, overflowing with praise.

His eyes shimmered with pride and love, and you returned the same look, eagerly wanting, needing more from him.

"Keep fucking lookin at me like that, beautiful girl. and you'll get what you want," He says in his deep voice.

You kept your eyes on him as his tongue flicked hungrily over your clit, the way his mouth just worked so hard to make you squirt.

Terry was truly fingering and eating' this kitty kat as if it was the last official meal of his life.

"Shit, daddy. Oh my god, I can't...I can't...I can't take it anymore." You moaned and struggled to break free, but his grip kept you in place.

You feel him pull his fingers out and focus all of his attention on licking your swollen, sensitive clit.

"Shhh... you got this, baby. You've been doing so good for Daddy!" Terry says, going back in.

You cried in pleasure, feeling your body tense; you knew you were close to the edge.

You grasped the crisp sheets of the bed as you felt the rush of exhilaration coursing through your body.

"Oh my god, oh my god, I'm gonna fucking cum" You cried, exploding on his lips with a gust sound.

"Mmm, that's it, baby, you taste so sweet," Terry said with a smirk while your juices were all over his face.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm down from your high. Terry wiped his mouth before slowly moving up to hover over you.

Terry began planting soft, lingering kisses up your body until he finally reached your lips, almost stealing your breath away.

You smirked into the kisses at him and flipped him on his back down to the bed.

You unbelt his jeans and, taking them down with his underwear, gasped at the sight of his thickness.

"You're so big...and juicy, Daddy," You said softly, started stroking him a little bit before taking his throbbing dick deep in your throat.

"Fuck!" Terry grunts, holding your hair back with both hands. You start bobbing up and down his shaft heavily, your hand stroking him.

"So fucking good, baby, Taking me in so well, fucking gobble on that dick," He says, gently placing his hand on the back of your head, cradling it with care.

You loved how dirty he was talking to you. It was turning you on more—a sweet, caring man who knew how to talk dirty. *love it*

Terry sits up on an elbow to start fucking your face, making an even pace to thrust into your mouth.

You moaned, enjoying every minute of it simply because his dick tasted so heavenly in your mouth.

You popped him out of the mouth with a gasp of saliva before biting your lip to stroke him between your plump breasts.

"How does this feel Daddy?" you asked, sensing he was about to bust with the expression on his face.

"Fuck, baby. So good, so fuck....I'm about to" He stopped mid-sentence, feeling his cum shoot out of the tip of the dick.

Went all over his stomach, your breasts...a little bit of your face. You smiled happily, cleaning it up with your tongue.

You lay next to him, kissing his neck while observing him slowly calming down from his high.

Terry looks over at you with a grin before he reaches your lips; he gently moves on top, igniting a fiery and passionate kiss that leaves your heart racing.

His dick rubs against your wet folds, not daring to enter but just rubbing and teasing.

Terry slowly enters your wet pussy, which makes both of you moan at the same time.

He then wraps your legs around his waist, burying his face into your neck before starts thrusting slowly while kissing your neck.

You placed your hands on his back as he went faster than before.

"Yes...Yes...just like that. It feels so good, Terry," You whispered in his ear.

He moves away a little bit to grip your waist as your hands move to grip his strong, toned arms.

Both of you stared at each other while moaning and groaning at the great pleasure you two were receiving from one another.

You were loving the way every inch of his dick was pounding inside your soaked, wet pussy.

You began rubbing your clit to feel yourself rising again. "Oh, Terry, it feels so good. Don't stop, don't stop."

"I won't ever stop, baby...fuck...that pussy clenching that dick," Terry groaned, pushing you to lay sideways.

He grips your ass cheek, pounding into you, making your eyes roll in the back of your head.

Your breasts bounced with every rhythm of thrust he gave you. He wrapped his hand around your neck while putting a finger in your mouth.

Your body again began to shake as you felt your second orgasm begin to build and rise quickly.

You both kissed entirely in sync, feeling your walls tightening around him, and the next thing you knew.

Both of you came together.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Terry repeatedly cursed, slipping out, resting his dick against your ass cheek while stroking the cum out of the tip.

You and Terry gradually eased back from the intense rush before tenderly assisting each other in tidying up.

His chest rose and fell gently beneath your head as his left arm lazily draped over your waist.

"That was amazing!" you said while gazing at Terry, who responded with a tired, soft smile.

"For sure, baby girl," he whispers with a chuckle, tenderly pressing his lips against your forehead.

After that evening, your routine with Terry remained the same, except you two were now a couple.

And after dating for months and establishing boundaries, everything was going amazingly good.

Eventually, Terry met your mom, and she adored him; they got along so well.

Months passed by swiftly in years, and you both faced ups and downs, but you overcame them, and your relationship strengthened.

Your love has deepened, and you find yourselves falling more deeply in love with him each day.

You remembered the day your mother advised you to take a chance with Terry, and you were so glad you did.

"What's going on, that pretty little head of yours?" Terry inquired, gently drawing you away from your thoughts.

You both just left a charming seaside restaurant after celebrating your third anniversary.

The sound of waves crashing in the distance filled the air, drawing you two for a nice walk on the beach.

"I'm just thinking," You said with a soft chuckle, wrapping your arm tightly around his, holding on closely.

"About?" he asked with a playful grin, gently nudged your arm, eliciting a joyous giggle from you.

"How amazingly you and I worked out. How lucky I am that I got to meet and fall in love with you," you said, stopping you two on the beach.

Terry looks at you with such love and warmth before kissing your lips and wrapping his arms around your waist.

He pulled away, cupping your face with his hand before speaking so sweetly and softly.

"You know, baby girl, I feel the same. I always wondered how lucky I am to meet and fall deeply in love with such an angel. You know you always ensured I felt your unconditional love and sense of security. You embraced every part of me, the good and bad, and never judged me. I want to be with you for the rest of my life, baby," he says, getting down on one knee.

You gasped in disbelief at the scene before you. The love of your life was asking you to marry him.

You had a hunch this moment would arrive, yet you were a little overwhelmed by it.

"Baby, I wanna get married, I wanna have a family, and I wanna see our kids grow up while we grow old together." He shared with a tearful chuckle, and you laughed alongside him.

In a trembling, anxious voice, Terry asked, "So..will you marry me?"

Overwhelmed with emotion.

You replied, "Terry, yes! I love you so much. Yes, I will marry you."

"Really?" he asked happily, and you nodded excitedly; he stood up and gently placed the ring on your finger.

"I love you so much, baby, "Terry said, lifting and spinning you around in pure joy.

You found immense happiness and overcame guilt by following your heart all those years ago.

However, this was only the start of your happier ever after with Terry.

[naanook]

Seeing you again - B.K

synopsis: it's here if you want to read it! (You don't need to read it to understand this one, plus, i changed a few things)

words: 1.3k

contains: cheating! (I condone this behavior but... bakugou... yeah), use of y/n (like twice? I think) reader's gender is not said <3, you/them pronoun, suggestive(?)

nana's note: welll~ it's finally here! Thank you to the people to ask for this, I haven't write it if it wasn't for yall <3. I read it myself, but I'm kind of dyslexic and my first language isn't english so be mindful please! If you notice any misspelling or grammatical mistakes you can let me know! (I'm soo so nervous to publish this lol, it's also my first time writing something kind-of long in english, please be kind <3)

When you left to America, Bakugou was furious, after all you all have been through, he thought this will unite the group, will unite the both of you.

He was pacing in his room, looking at the floor as he thought of ways to make you stay, damn, he even thought in confessing his feelings for you, thinking it might change something, his last hope.

After what felt like an eternity, he decided to walk towards the common area where he knew he'll find you and ask for a minute of your time. Only to be met with sad expressions and you… nowhere to be seen.

“Sorry man, they already left” said Kirishima and he felt like all of the air of his lungs where punched out. “I saw them standing outside your room for I while, I thought you two talked” Kirishima adds, which only makes Bakugou feel worst.

Eleven years has passed, Bakugou had achieved everything he wished when he was a teenager, He was the number one hero, had a nice relationship with his coworkers, friends and was not insecure anymore and of course… had a beautiful fiancé, patient, funny and smart.

The thought of you leaving still lingered, but he always made sure to push it away, telling himself it was a stupid teenage crush and that he was over it.

“Bakugou!” Kirishima's voice “you're coming tonight, are you?” He asks, looking excited

“Huh? What are you talking about?” The blond asks

“The UA reunion party at Kaminari's! Midoriya will be there, and I heard (y/n) was going” Kirishima says and Bakugou just freezes “you're coming then?”

“Y-yeah- yeah” Katsuki answers, still not processing the whole information correctly, but he nods anyways.

“Great! Do you think you can pick me up?” Kiri asks, trying to keep the conversation going, but Bakugou only nods, lost in thought.

Later that day, Bakugou pulls out in front of Kaminari's house, swallowing hard as he gets out of the car

“Oh man, I'm so excited to see everyone, I've heard (y/n) has a great career in America, and they’re one of the top heroes there, we have so much to catch up on” Bakugou grunts as he hears your name, looking away and mentally preparing himself as he walks inside Denki's place.

He looks around, searching for you but he doesn't see you, making him feel more relaxed, thinking you haven't arrived yet, leaving him time to compose and prepare for your arrival.

Bakugou engaged in a few conversations, with Sero, Mina, Midoriya and anyone he can encounter, trying to take off his mind off… you- there you were, speaking with Iida in a corner, you looked… marvelous, and for a second, the blonde forgot he was engaged.

“Did you hear that?” Denki asks to a Bakugou who was completely lost in you, he shakes his head, slowly starting to walk in your direction, like something was pulling him towards you.

When he sees you looking at him, he let's out a small gasp, reminding himself to act normal as you finish your conversation with Iida to walk towards him.

“Hi!” You say, with that sweet voice, bringing thousands of memories back.

“Hey” Bakugou says back, trying to act normal, calm.

“I heard lots of you lately, congrats on being the number one, you always wanted that” he hears you talk, you sound… happy

“Heh, thanks, it was obvious tho, I am the best” he smiles at your giggle for his comment “h-how have you been?” And like that, two old friends feel like sixteen again, chatting and laughing together.

“You know, I still remember that day” Bakugou hears you say, you were both outside in Denki's backyard, stargazing as you both drink “I stood outside your door, wanting, no- wishing to stay, I even thought of confessing my feelings for you in that moment, thinking it would change something” you whisper, kind of embarrassed to say such an intimate thing, and Bakugou just freezes at your next words “i-… think i never stopped”.

Katsuki doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t even move as he thinks at your words, you… You like him? You were going to stay for him? Everything could have been different, so different.

“Y-you like me?” He asks, turning his eyes at you “i-i'm… I'm engaged” the blonde whispers, mostly to himself as he looks down, thinking what's next

“I-i know” he hears your weak voice “i think I'm just trying to…. Close this cycle” you shift, looking at the sky and taking a sip of your drink

“I'm… in love with you” Bakugou whispers and meets your eyes; your face full of surprise “i-i think I always did” he adds, moving closer to you, looking at your lips and licking his own

“B-Bakugou” you whisper

“I know… damn it” Bakugou whispers and quickly move away, taking your words as a no, feeling rejected and guilty at the same time, he couldn’t do that to his fiancé, it was not ok, what kind of men would he be if-

“W-we can do it… if you want” He stops thinking again at your words, looking at you once again, admiring those lips he always wanted to taste.

Bakugou leans forward one more time, looking at your eyes, silently asking for permission, and when he sees that look in your eyes, fill with desire and eagerness, all the world around him disappears as well as all the problems this kiss will bring to him.

He groans once he crushes his lips against yours, wrapping and sucking on your lower lips eagerly and passionately.

The kiss deepens as he pulls you closer, one hand tangled in your hair while the other wraps around your waist. Your lips move together in perfect synchronization, years of longing and unspoken feelings poured into this single moment. His touch is gentle yet demanding, tender yet passionate, making your heart race with every movement. You can feel the warmth of his breath, taste the sweetness of his lips, and sense the overwhelming love in the way he holds you. Time seems to stand still as you both lose yourselves in this intimate embrace, neither wanting to break away from this perfect moment you've both waited so long to share.

Bakugou pulls away gently, still leaving small kisses on your lips “c’mon to Sparky’s room, please, let’s allow ourself a moment more… intimate” he begs with his eyes, looking at you as he stands up and guides you through the house, ignoring everyone around him.

Once Kaminari's bedroom door closes, he kisses you again with renewed passion, gently guiding you toward the bed.

His hands explore your abdomen tentatively, seeking permission for more, and once granted, he cannot hold back.

He opens his eyes again, the sun entering through the curtains bothering his eyes, Bakugou sighs and looks down at you, laying asleep on his chest as he starts to remember the night before your lips on him, your skin, your warmth- he sighs, closing his eyes again as the guilt starts to sink in.

“Good morning” a voice pulls him away from his thoughts, making him open his eyes again, smiling gently at you.

“Good morning” he says back, his hand moving over your back, caressing it gently under the sheets

“Where’s Denki?” you said, like you suddenly remembered this isn’t your room.

“I made him sleep on his couch after the party was over” Bakugou says and smiles as he hears your laugh, hugging you tightly as you press your head in the crook of his neck.

Oh god. He’s so screwed

tags 🖇 - @lex2205 @d1orhaz3 @cocoballsblonde @disaster-rose

[rottenherbs]

Matchmaker // F.W x reader

Request: it would be an honor to have a Fred Weasley x Reader wherein the reader is a matchmaker and students would often ask her for their suitable partners. But the irony is, since she's a matchmaker she can't seem to find hers (if that makes any sense), later on Fred would suddenly pop in in her life (I honestly don't know if this plot is sensible but yeah, the scene entirely up to you to alter and modify to your likings).

Word Count: 2k

Authors Note: CANONICALLY I understand that Neville asked Ginny to the Yule ball but I am re-rewriting history. And I am half sorry and half not. Also I swear i write my imagines like they are the first chapters to full fledge fan fictions.

If you want to request a second part (or more) to ANY piece of writing please do! I’d love to continue any of my pieces <3

[masterlist] ((PART TWO IN MASTERLIST)

Much Love, Saige 

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“I hope it works out for you.” You smile, ushering the young student off. “But if not, I'm not liable!” You mumbled lightly under your breath. They turned around for a moment, unsure if they heard you correctly; giving you a look of disbelief before quickly turning out of sight. 

You relaxed your shoulders, letting your smile fall as soon as they left, closing your eyes for a moment before straightening your posture, ready to do it all again. 

”Next please!” You adjusted the papers in front of you awkwardly as the next student walked in. A small brown haired boy, shuffling in short choppy steps, quickly making their way to your makeshift desk. They couldn't have been more than fourteen, visibly gangly under their uniform with charmingly large teeth hidden slightly by their pursed lips. 

“Ahh Welcome welcome. What can I do for you?” You leaned forward, your elbows now resting on the desk watching them plop themselves in front of you. The young boys hands immediately covered his face, pausing before speaking. 

“I don't know who to ask to the ball. ” He choked, his words muffled heavily by his hands. You cocked your head to the side, listening further. The Yule ball was a hot topic for most of the students right now, the idea of asking their peers to a dance gave most body chilling anxiety. This boy was no exception. 

But you didn’t respond, allowing him to continue at his own pace. 

“I think everyone thinks I'm a little weird. I act weird, I look a little weird.” He continued, his words only above a whisper. “I think it's a lost cause going to the dance.” He peered through his fingers at you, his face visibly red. 

“Neville is it?” You asked, sorting through some of the papers in front of you. He looked up at you in shock, unaware how you knew of him. 

“Yeah how did you-“

”You should give yourself more credit. From what I hear you have a lot of courage for a wizard your age.” You riffled through the papers some more, finding the roster of witches and wizards in the fourth year with him. You looked up momentarily to smile at him, noticing his posture shift in the chair, his hands now placed politely in his lap. 

“I swear if Lupin had me do a boggart, it might as well of been Snape.” You chuckled, pulling a single paper out from the pile. You glanced at him again, a small grin growing on his face. “But that stays between you and me. Hmm?” You continued, raising your eyes slightly. Neville nodded his head quickly, becoming increasingly curious as to what you were about to reveal. 

“Now. I know a little bit about the students of your year. You are a few years behind me but close enough.” You waved your hand haphazardly, attempting to keep the conversation light.  

“Now you talked about being weird.” You set the paper face down in front of you, locking eyes with the boy. You wanted to give Neville a better sense of confidence in himself before matching him with one of his peers. “Weird is not bad. Weird is great. I’m pretty weird eh? I know everything about everyone in this school. I think that’s a little weird.” He laughed, listening intently. 

“Now, I think you just need to find those who matches your weird” You smirked, flipping the page over, revealing a small image of a blond haired girl, silver eyes, and an odd yet charming sense of style. Nevilles eyes practically bulged as he grabbed the paper, unable to find the words.

”Eh eh eh! I keep the paper. You, on the other hand, keep the knowledge. Try it out. Talk to her. Something tells me you two have something mystical brewing.” You wagged your eyebrows sliding the paper back. Neville nodded his head, jumping from his seat out of excitement. 

“Thank you! Thank you!” He reached out grabbing your hand, shaking it vigorously. You shook it back, feeling infected with the sudden burst of energy and confidence he now held. He turned and walked out of the empty classroom, head held high. His stride was a little less choppy and his hands a little less shaky. 

You smiled to yourself, feeling an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. Collecting the papers strewn against the table, you hesitated over a few of them. Small cards with little tidbits of information scattered alongside images of students. Had their astrological signs, their hobbies, what their class records were. Everyone was intertwined in their own way and it fascinated you. Something that started as a fun joke between friends grew into something school wide. You watched students give their first attempts at love, bring relationships back from the dead, and matching unconfident teenagers with someone who understands them the most. It was your secret talent. 

Shoving your book bag over your shoulder, you shut the classroom door behind you, content with another day's work. Turning on your heel, you immediately bump into a large mass,  practically unmovable, knocking you to the floor. Catching yourself with your hands, your papers flew across the empty hallway. 

“Oh god.” You looked up, noticing the mess now surrounding you. It would take hours to re-sort and categorize all these students. More focused on the papers, you didn’t notice a hand slipping under your elbow, pulling you to your feet. A small yelp escaped your lips, fear flowing through your body. 

“Sorry! Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you — or make you drop all of your pictures. Wait, is that me?” The tall figure bent down, picking up a picture. Their back was towards you, only their gryffindor robes and fiery red hair noticeable. Quickly realizing who it could be, you gave yourself a 50% chance of guessing correctly.  

Turning to face you, Freds eyes were practically shut, a grin growing on his face from ear to ear, wrinkling his face playfully. He held up the small picture of himself next to his head. 

“ Quite a dashing image you chose.” He jokingly looked back and forth between the image of him and you, putting the pieces together,

”Oh! You’re the matchmaker! God George wouldn’t stop shutting up about you after he got Angelina to agree to go to the dance with him. Seriously, he is chuffed. They are inseparable.” He laughed, tossing the image back into the mess on the floor. “It’s actually quite disgusting really…. But hey, I'm a supportive brother.” He shrugged his shoulders, slightly kicking his feet on the stone ground. 

You huffed, rolling your eyes at his lack of aid to your clutter. Bending down and beginning to pick up the papers on the floor, you ignored his comments, more frustrated with the large task in front of you. 

“Oh god sorry. I got caught up.” He joined you on his knees, carefully picking up papers and pictures, cautiously making sure not to crease or ruin them further. You sighed, relaxing slightly at his help. 

“Thanks. It's alright, mistakes happen. Now my whole night will just be fixing this jumble. Seems that 1st year Slytherin are mixed with the 6th year Hufflepuffs.’ You sat back, picking up two different students, shaking your head. Fred chuckled, pausing to read every now and again about the students he gathered.

“How come you never sent someone to me eh? No one matches my type?” He asked flirtatiously, his eyes focused on the floor.  You halted your moments, looking at him in disbelief. 

“Oh please. Look at the hundreds of students in your own hands. You’re not the only one. How come you never came up and asked for yourself.” You snorted, crawling against the floor, getting closer to Fred. His eyes watched you carefully, thinking about it himself. Why hasn’t he? 

“You got me there. Guess I've been doing just fine on my own.” He shrugged, pursing his lips playfully. You laughed, sitting back down, your body tired already from cleaning. 

“So who has the matchmaker matched with herself? Must be some fancy bloke who checks off all the marks.” He mumbled, a tone of sarcasm almost hidden behind his words. Almost.

You leaned your back against the wall, slightly saddened by his question. Most people didn’t know that you were almost cursed with your own lack of a love life. You could speak of it in heartbroken poetic love stories; the girl who always looked out for everyone else but never had the time to look inward. Fiddling with your hands, your silence said it all for you. 

“If it's any consolation, I haven't had much luck either.” Fred spoke, his voice cracking slightly. He cleared his throat, setting the stack of papers down next to him. He sat crossed legged diagonal to you, his eyes now moving around the room, unable to stay still. You smiled lightly, feeling a small sense of relief. 

“Is it bad if that does make me feel better?” You scrunch your nose, exhaling lightly, holding back a laugh. Fred looks up, taken back by your words. He laughed loudly, the sound echoing off the walls. 

“If my unlucky status as a lone stag makes you feel better, by all means.” He lifted his hands, gesturing vaguely at the mess. You both sat for a moment, laughing with each other. The conversation relaxes back to normalcy. 

Sighing lightly, you got to your knees, slowly making your way to your feet. Fred looked at you from the ground, wracking his brain on how you weren’t taken by anybody in this school. While he knew quite little about you, what he did know was that you were caring, kind, and thoughtful to those who came to you for help. Especially because you helped his brother earlier, he had a deep sense of gratitude for what you did. 

Collecting the papers, you slid them into your bag, turning to face Fred. He was still on the ground, his eyes fixated on your every movement. You cleared your throat awkwardly, extending your hand, silently asking for the papers near him. Freds eyes widened, realizing he was just sitting and staring at you. He quickly turned, handing you the papers with a small smile. Getting to his feet quickly,  he was now the one towering over you. 

“So..” He reached up, adjusting his tie, the quiet corridor filling with anticipation. ”Do you need any help with sorting those?” He pointed at your book bag, quickly shoving his hands into his front pockets. He felt bad for creating the mess and wanted to help further, but he also wanted to spend more time with you. “I happen to know a lot of my clientele. Maybe we can join forces.” He raised his eyebrows, waiting for a response. 

For a second, you hated the idea. It was something that was special to you, something that was almost embarrassingly secretive you didn’t dare share with anyone. Yet when you looked at him, you didn’t feel judgement. You only felt genuine curiosity and a sense of complementary energy.  Calibrating the pros and cons in your head, you reached a conclusion that you wanted to know more about him in any way possible. 

“Yeah. I’d love that.” You affirmed quietly. The smile grew on Fred's face, a mix of mischievousness and mystery. You didn’t know entirely if you could trust him, but something in your heart pulled towards him. He was invigorating, charming, and smart. Whether he would be a helpful tool in your business — only time would tell. 

Turning towards the hallway, Fred bowed slightly, his hands guiding you ahead. 

“Ladies first.” He joked, his smile unwavering. You laughed, accepting his invitation. As soon as you passed him, he joined you in the hallway, only the sounds of your feet lightly pattering against the floor. 

[cityofmeliora]

the Terzo autism post ♾️

this is kind of an analysis post and kind of a headcanon post.

Terzo reads as autistic to me, especially during his first two concerts when he was speaking without a script and trying to figure things out.

Terzo has that "trying new things is scary and i need to feel like i'm getting a good grade at social interactions and everything has to be done correctly or i'm going to explode" flavor of autism.

[AFTER PERFORMING PRIME MOVER] PAPA EMERITUS III: How am I doing so far? I've been studying these moves so you would feel comfortable. Are you comfortable? Linköping, Sweden (June 3, 2015)

Terzo says he studied the choreography for 'Prime Mover' so the audience would feel comfortable. he's trying to do what people expect, and he keeps checking if he's doing alright and asking the audience if they like what he's doing.

[BEFORE PERFORMING ABSOLUTION] PAPA EMERITUS III: So, we're gonna finish this off with something as weird as a new song. What that delighting, or did you not like that? Yes. Good, good. Linköping, Sweden (June 3, 2015)

PAPA EMERITUS III: So, I know it might seem a little confusing –it's even a little confusing to me, sometimes– y'know, playing new songs for people who've never heard these songs. But I tell you what– we have a really good ending song that you will understand why it is an ending song when you hear it. But now it might seem a bit strange, huh? Sweden Rock Festival - Solvesborg, Sweden (June 4, 2015)

Terzo feels weird about performing new music because it's new and the audience doesn't know what to expect and neither does he. he keeps trying to assure the audience that it'll be okay. but i'm pretty sure he was the only person worried about it. he was about to release a new album, so it completely made sense that he would be performing new songs. he just hates not knowing what to expect, and it doesn't occur to him that not everyone thinks like him.

and then this clip... i think it speaks for itself, but let's talk about it anyway. (i included the audio because i really want people to hear him speaking here.)

PAPA EMERITUS III: Okay! We are now officially wrapping– with a song. It's not a rap song, though. [STUTTERS FOR SEVERAL SECONDS] I've heard from my brother that you are somewhat of a singing crowd. So you like singing, eh? That is fantastic because that is exactly what we're gonna do right now, and if you had said no, that would have been… weird. So thank you for not being weird and weirding me out. I'm weird enough as it is. Sweden Rock Festival - Solvesborg, Sweden (June 4, 2015)

like where do i even start with this. him thinking he needs to clarify he's not going to be rapping. the stuttering. the fact that he listens to what Secondo tells him so he knows what to expect. him saying "[...] if you had said no, that would have been... weird. So thank you for not being weird and weirding me out. I'm weird enough as it is."

he feels like a weirdo and he just wants things to be normal so bad. 😭

he also gets really irritated when people are incorrect / do things incorrectly. he has the literal / rigid thinking patterns characteristic of autistic people

PAPA EMERITUS III: Well, it's getting late. AUDIENCE: NOOO! PAPA EMERITUS III: Yes! It's not a matter of opinion. It is getting late. Sweden Rock Festival - Solvesborg, Sweden (June 4, 2015)

he tells the audience it is objectively true that it is getting late.

then there's the whole bit where he wants people to clap along to the music but he hates it if people clap wrong or don't clap with the correct rhythm.

and the bit where he asks the audience to say "Meliora" and emphasizes the correct pronunciation versus the incorrect pronunciation.

Terzo strikes me as someone who is constantly trying to perform a very intentionally constructed social personality, not only as an entertainer but as a person. and while he's naturally charismatic and charming, it's actually quite difficult for him to perform this public personality because he's constantly concerned with getting a good grade in social interactions and things being done correctly.

and there are all the quotes about Terzo being a recluse who only interacts with others as much as is strictly necessary. this is definitely clinical depression, but i think his autism is also a factor.

he got comfortable once he settled into a routine and created a script that he could repeat, though. after that, he was really on autopilot during his concerts. which is also so so autistic of him <3

[patscorner]

FAMILY DINNER PART2

Summary: Chris joins your family for dinner for the first time and it does not go as planned

Tw: Swearing, physical altercation, mentions of blood, verbal arguing, panic attack mentions of alcohol use, mentions of ed, lmk if I missed something

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The rest of the dinner was just as awkward as you'd thought it'd be. You can't really come back from your father implying you and your boyfriend just fucked in the bathroom of your childhood home, at the first family 'reunion' in 2 years.

So there you sat, eating your food in silence, waiting -no- begging, that someone cut the tension.

And finally someone does. And as they say, careful what you wish for.

"How many plates have you had, dear?" Your mom asked, looking up from her plate. You look back at her, before glancing at your plate and back to at her again.

"This is my second." You say, mouth full of food. You were thankful that people took your mother's talking as an invitation to also continue their conversations.

"Maybe we should slow down, you know? Save room for dessert, which you clearly don't need." She smiles, as if what she said was the best piece of advice she'd ever given anyone.

Her comments always bothered you, no matter how much you were told to ignore them. But when it came to your weight, it hurt the most. The comments were the worst in high school, as you were a little heavier than the average petite high schooler. But it was never as serious as your mom made it. So when you were a sophomore in high school, you developed an eating disorder, where you couldn't eat even if you tried, where you spent hours crying in front of the mirror, wishing you were skinnier to fit your mother's impossible expectations.

You fought that battle for years, 3 years to be exact. Your mom couldn't help because she saw nothing wrong with what you were doing. She would say, 'It's worth it.' And when you're young, you tend to believe everything your parents say because they'd 'never hurt you.' So after you moved out, Chris helped you get help, and you won your long and cruel battle. Obviously, you still have your days and your moments, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it used to be. Not with your new family. People who actually cared.

"S'cuse me?" You say, your voice laced with agitation.

"Well, honey, you don't want to get fat again, do you?" She said, shoveling broccoli into her mouth.

You had stopped chewing completely, making sure you heard her correctly. You looked over at Chris, who was looking at your mom with his jaw clenched. You look back at your mom and out your hand on Chris's thigh as to tell him to relax.

You felt him put his hand over yours and squeeze, a symbol of reassurance.

You sit back in your seat, looking at your plate in defeat. Guess you were done for the night. But your dad wasn't. In fact, your dad was drunk.

"Oh, honey, leave her alone. She's not nearly as huge as she used to be." He slurred, taking another sip from his beer.

"Okay, this isn't neces-" you start, only to be cut off by your parents. Shocker.

"What do you mean? I mean, look at her, David. She's just as big as she was in high school." You mom says gesturing to you.

Your heart dropped, anger and embarrassment filling your veins. "What the fuck, mom?!" You cry out. "Not only is that something you shouldn't say about people, especially your fucking kid, but I'm also right in front of you. At least have some decency to shit-talk me in private." You remove your hand from your boyfriends lap.

Your mom looks at you in shock, and your dad squints at you. "Woah, woah, relax dear. It's not only your fault. You can't help it." She said, reaching for your hand.

You pull your hand away, a look of disgust covering your face. "I don't want to hear that, mom, why's my weight always been a big fucking obsession of yours?" You snap. You feel Chris's hand on your thigh, which you push off quickly. Usually, when you're angry, the last thing you wanted was to be touched.

"It's not my fault. You were huge. I was trying to help you. Nobody wants a pig as their bride, y/n." She spits. Her words feel like daggers, stabbing into your heart.

"You weren't trying to help. You were doing this for yourself. You never cared about it. You only did it because it made you look good to have skinny, petite children. I'm not you or any of them." You gesture to you siblings. The conversations had stopped by now, all of them watching as you and your parents bickered. Embarrassing. "You're a selfish bitch, who never cared about anybody else but herself a-"

"Hey! You watch how you speak to your mother!" Your dad stands up, and instinctively, so did you and your siblings. James and Peter were the first up, while Julia walked over and made sure Maya wasn't in the room.

Nick, Matt, and Chris all stood up too, but they weren't sure what to do, which you would've found funny, but considering the circumstances...

"Let's all relax, okay." Peter attempts to butt in. He's always been so soft-spoken, but if he needs to, he'll beat the shit outta someone. You knew what he was capable of. You'd seen it when your first boyfriend cheated on you.

Your dad directed his attention to Peter. "You shut the fuck up. You have no room to speak because you're a sorry excuse for a son." He drunkenly pointed at Peter.

"You're talking. You can't even see straight half the time, let alone be eligible to give advice." James, your younger brother spits.

Ah, you'd taught him well.

"You watch your mouth before I knock you the fuck out." Your dad spits, and that seems to shut James up. It breaks your heart knowing your father hadn't changed, and when you left, probably laid hands on your younger siblings. And it appears as though Peter's heart broke, too.

Peter stepped closer to your dad, with the same face of anger you'd seem many times before. "You hit them too, Dad? After what you promised!?" He said, his voice raised.

It was all too much. There are too many memories, too many flashbacks. There are too many similarities of past events.

"O-okay, Peter, relax." You attempt, knowing how fast this could escalate. You hold Chris's hand and squeeze tightly.

"Yeah, listen to the pig, Peter." Your father gritted his teeth.

"With all due respect, sir, I'm gonna need you to stop calling your daughter a pig." You hear an unexpected voice. Chris.

Your dad whips his head, staring at Chris with his eyebrows raised, unimpressed. Little did he know, Chris played hockey, and his brothers, who wouldn't hesitate to jump in, also played hockey.

"Chri-" You start.

"No, no, I'd like to hear what he has to say." Your father mocks.

"No! No, please let's just sto-" you get cut off again.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, Y/N." Your dad yells, taking very quick steps to you.

Chris stood in front of you, Peter and James behind your father.

"Move." He growled at Chris.

Chris sucked his teeth, with fake disappointment on his face. "Sorry, can't do that one, sir."

Your dad huffed, allowing Chris to smell every sip of alcohol he'd drunk. "Move." He stated again.

Chris shook his head. "That's my daughter! Get the fuck out of the way, tough guy."

Chris cocked his head. "Really, because based off what I've seen, you sure don't talk to her like it." He spoke, his voice calm, but stern.

That was it. Your dad snapped. He swung his fist, hitting Chris in the nose. "Dad! What the fuck!" You say.

You watch as Chris doubles over, holding his nose, followed by yelling from everyone in the room. You can't understand anything, but you do know that your dad's got his hands around your collar and is holding you close to his face.

You feel the tears start to fall as the scent of alcohol burns your nose. "You're a little bitch, letting this puny excuse of a man speak to me like that."

"Let her go, dad!" James screamed, followed by Peter's yelling.

You look over and make eye contact with your mom. She stood there, arms crossed, not a single expression on her face. She just let it happen.

Your dad shook you. "LOOK AT ME." He shouted in your face. You closed your eyes, as tears began to fall.

"CHRIS NO!" Nick yells. That's all you hear before you dropped. You didn't realize he was choking you until he let go. You look up and see Chris on top of your dad, landing blows like he if were in a hockey game. Your dad got a few heavy punches in, too, as you expected.

Chris had a bloody nose, a bloody lip, and crimson knuckles. Blood stained his big hands, and you couldn't tell if it was his or your father's.

Matt and Nick finally managed to push Chris out of the house, leaving you and your family. Your dad was still screaming drunk profanities, while James made sure you were okay. Peter and your mom held your dad back from chasing your boyfriend.

You had walked out of the dining room and went to sit on the stairs. Tears streamed down your face as you felt yourself slip into a familiar but unfamiliar trance. You were completely unaware of your surroundings at this point, so lost in your brain that the rest of your body was just frozen.

You don't know how long you are disassociating for, but you heard muffled shouting until you didn't. The yelling was replaced with ringing, something your brain did as a coping mechanism, mostly when you were young and hiding with your siblings in the bathroom while your dad trashed your home.

"-aby, can you take a deep breath from me?" You look up, but your vision is blurred, and you can't make out who's speaking - or anything for that matter.

You blink slowly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. It usually took you a while to come back to reality during these moments.

"Can someone get her a cup of water?" You hear the voice again, and despite your yearning to speak, you can't get any words out. Your mouth opens, and you try to speak, but it comes out more of a choked whine.

"Shh, I know, sweetheart, it's okay." Chris wipes the tears coming for your cheeks. Your pupils were enlarged, and your eyes were open, but you couldn't see.

"Thank you." Chris muttered as Matt handed him a cup of ice water. "Here, baby." He put his hands in the icy water, shaking them, so his hands are damp. He took your hands, which had a death grip on your hoodie, and rubbed his cold fingers over your knuckles.

You focused on the feeling of his frigid fingers and you felt yourself coming back to reality.

You blink quickly as more tears fall. "Aw ma, don't cry, it's okay, sweetheart." Chris coos, placing his hands on your hips, rubbing his thumbs on the bone.

His attempts to ground you are successful, as your eyes finally focus on his eyes. "Hey, hey, you coming back to me, baby?" Chris asks, his voice soothingly attempting to comfort you.

You nod absent-mindedly, relief flooding your body as you come back to reality.

You take in your surroundings for the first time in what felt like forever. You're sat on the stairs, your hands shaking from the adrenaline flowing through your veins.

You finally make eye contact with Chris, his eyes full of love and worry. He's got a bruise on the side of his face, a busted lip, and blood falling from his nose, smeared on his upper lip.

"Chris..." you say, cupping his face, rubbing his cheeks down to his lip, frowning when he winced. "Baby..."

He pulls away, chuckling lightly. "It's fine, baby, I'm okay. I just wanted to make sure you were safe." He squeezed your hips in reassurance.

"I'm okay." You say. But then your mind screams at you. "Fuck, where's Maya... an-and, James. Oh, fuck, what about Julia and Pet-" your cut off by Chris's lips on yours. You sigh into the kiss, your hands trailing down his neck.

He pulls away and smiles sadly. "Thank you." You whisper, looking down. "Anytime, baby. I'm so sorry. God, I'm so fucking sorry." He said, leaning his forehead on yours.

You shake your head. "It's okay, he's a fucking asshole." Chris kisses your cheek. "Let's get outta here? I made a little bit of a mess."

You raise your eyebrows. "A little?" Chris kisses his teeth and scoffs.

You smile and kiss his cheek. "Anybody would've done it, Chris. It's okay, really." You speak softly.

Chris smiles and helps you up. "Let's go home." He leads you down the stairs and reaches for the door.

But it opens before he can open it.

"Oh my god."

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(Man, I wonder who that is)

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[yanderefarm]

yandere!king x prince!reader part 2

cw;; manipulation?

here we go... more emil content. this one goes out to u emil lovers. i promise I'll give him more content including a part 3

"marry me. or die."

those words bring a chill into the room, their weight heavy on your chest. your eyes widen in horror as it really settles in exactly what that insane man is asking of you. your mind wanders to your sister and you wonder if she ever felt this soul crushing weight when she first got his proposal.

finally you will yourself to speak. "is that allowed? we're both men."

the king hums in response, his pen tapping idly against your father's desk. "you need not worry about the details. all you have to do is agree."

you dropped your gaze to your lap, feeling the shiver climb up your skin. "...i want more information."

emil's head tilted to the side curiously. "and if I don't want to give it to you?"

your thumbs twiddle as your brain grapples for words. you know that you have no power here, you possess nothing that he cannot take with force. while you want to at least get his promise not to hurt your family you know that without power of your own nothing stops him from doing whatever he wants. he has a stacked deck. you can feel tears start to well in your eyes but you force yourself to stop. you take in a deep breath.

"you can do as you please. i can also do as i please." you finally speak, your voice clearly hesitant.

"oh? but I thought you loved your family." he put down his pen, his full attention on you.

"yes, i do. i will do whatever it takes to keep them safe and nothing more." you forced your chest forward holding yourself tall.

emil got up from the desk, his eyes not leaving you for a moment as he made his way to your side. each footstep was deafening like thunder shaking you to your bones. it felt like an overwhelming force putting pressure on your chest, trying to crush you under him. when he finally reached your side it was hard to breathe and you were shaking despite all your attempts to steel yourself. his long fingers slipped under your chin before jerking your head to meet his gaze.

"then you'll marry me...?" he said it like a question but you both knew it wasn't.

"if that's what it takes."

his thumb ran out over your bottom lip. "if I demand more of you?"

"i will do everything you demand and nothing more."

you had clearly drawn a line in the sand. if you had to marry him it would be a loveless marriage where you gave him the bare minimum. truly Emil would have preferred that from that other woman but now with you and your blatant denial of your affection...

"if i demand your love?"

"...i will do my best to act like a loving husband."

his hand gripped your jaw firmly as he bent down to get his face inches from your own. "i don't want you to play pretend."

you swallowed hard, losing your resolve more by the moment.

before you could speak; "i want a kiss."

"wh-what???" you stared at him like you weren't sure you heard him correctly.

"i want you to kiss me like you love me."

emil pulled his hand away with a smug smile on his face, content that he had made you drop your bravado. he barely resisted laughing at your silence. meanwhile you were still shaking, fear and adrenaline pumping through your body. you were keenly aware that he was mocking you, he didn't expect you to go through with it. you stood up from your spot, your shaking hands grabbed emil's broad shoulders and...

your faces jammed together roughly, noses squished against each other and your teeth pressing against each other's. not romantic. but you kissed him.

you went to pull back but he grabbed your shirt and pulled you back into a proper kiss. it was softer, a lot less nose crushing and teeth knocking. you could actually taste some kind of jam on his lips this time. it wasn't unpleasant.

emil practically threw you on the ground when he pulled away. you were expecting him to be smug about how you didn't do it right but when you looked at his face he was blushing and looking away from you. he was... embarrassed? it was kind of cute.

it wasn't exactly power but it gave you some feeling of ground to stand on. "if you promise my family's unconditional safety i can put forth more effort."

it was his turn to be silent as he tried to gather his bearings. he finally looked at you, a small smile on his lips. "is this what passes for leverage nowadays?"

"if it has value to you then it becomes leverage against you."

"spoken like a true ruler... should I draft up the contract?" his expression was more playful like he was talking to an equal.

"let's work on it together."