#i feel like there are some wrong answers here though

[lookingforuravity]

CHAPTER 9: SITTING ALONE

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word count: 910 words + text messages

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The universe had to be fucking with me. This had to be some sort of sick joke. Now that I finally admit my feelings to myself is it when stuff starts going wrong? It was just supposed to be a casual group hangout.

I don't want to hate on a girl just because I'm jealous. But when I'm actively being ignored? I think my feelings are pretty valid. And Aiko was gorgeous. I looked nothing like her. Her glow was so natural and unmatched, it was the type of beauty you'd see in those magazines. Where did she even come from? I think she was friends with Ochaco, but why was she here?

And why was she close to Katsuki?

As much as I tried not to stare, every time I even glanced over they were talking. Everytime she'd speak he'd lean over or straighten his posture. He looked at the same way he looked at me. The jealously hit me like a wave and I was drowning in it.

As the night wore on, I tried to ignore it but it was like a crushing weight I couldn't ignore.

I shouldn't be feeling this way though. I knew it was too good to happen and something was going to make him change his mind eventually. I don't get to feel possessive over him or hurt that he's spending time with another girl. He was never mine to begin with.

It didn't help that Katsuki barely talked to my throughout the whole night. He was so caught up with this new girl that he didn't even acknowledge I was there for the entire night. It felt invisible.

But I'm being silly, right? Am I just overthinking it? But no, I couldn’t be. I've seen this happen before. It's been my life story, where a guy I'm into picks the prettier girl. It's happening again.

I couldn't handle it anymore. My body was hot and I felt like I was sweating imaginary bullets. I was angry and hurt and I needed fresh air. I needed to breathe. I needed a drink.

I walked in the kitchen and opened the fridge, letting the cool air settle down anger and grabbed a cold water bottle before chugging it down. But the universe really decided it wasn't going to be on my side today.

“Oh, you're Y/n, right?”

Aiko.

I forced myself to put on a fake yet polite smile, turning myself around to face her. “Yeah. Hi”

“Hey! You're so quiet I didn't even notice you were here.”

Ouch.

I let out an awkward laugh and gripped my water bottle tightly. “I've been here the whole night… I just wanted water.”

Her arrogant smile was annoying me. I was fighting every bone in my body to not slap that little knowing smirk off her face. “You have to talk more often,” She told me “People are going to start forgetting you're there.”

If I talk to this girl any longer I'm going to kill myself.

“Anyways, spending time with Bakugou tonight has been really fun. He's actually sweet! But you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?” She turned on her heel and then walked out of the kitchen.

Okay, now all my hatred is valid. Fuck this bitch.

I left the kitchen and grabbed my things. If I stayed any longer and continued looking at them, I think I'd throw up. I said a quick goodbye to Mina and the rest before heading to the front door. I didn't realize somebody was following me until my hand was already twisting the door knob.

“Y/n.”

I froze in my tracks as I heard that familiar, gruff voice call out my name. I was going to turn around and face him, but I physically couldn't. It was like my body was preventing me. “Uh, yeah?” I tried to not show how affected I was but my voice betrayed me as it shook slightly.

“Where are you going?” Katsuki asked, his voice that same gentle tone he'd always use on me.

“Just home,” I answered back. “I don't feel good.”

It wasn't a complete lie. I did feel sick. But it wasn't because I was coming down with an illness. It was because the sight of seeing him with another girl made me sick to my stomach.

I couldn’t see him, but I didn’t need to to know that he didn’t believe me. I already knew he was making that stupid face at me. “Okay. You sure?”

“Mhm.” I hummed, not trusting myself to speak any further.

“We are friends, y'know? You can tell me if something’s wrong.”

Right. Friends.

“I'm sure.” And with that, I walked out and shut the door behind me.

I knew it was too good to be true.

No matter how hard I try, I'll never be good enough to love and I know that. I've accepted it years ago. Now all of a sudden this guy comes into my life and I have hope again. It's pathetic. I'm pathetic. I'm a loser trapped in a teenage girl's body. Now all I can do is do what I do best.

Avoid.

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[thegingerparty]

Proceed with caution

This is speculation for 9-1-1 8x15 and beyond and includes potential spoilers based on bts photos and videos, so read at your own risk. Putting most of it under the cut since it got away from me.

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"Athena."

Bobby's voice cracks on the last syllable, his tone of voice unlike anything Buck has heard before. The line of Athena's shoulders goes rigid on screen, visible even through the suit she's wearing for protection. Her back is to the camera but Buck knows exactly what her expression looks like.

"Bobby." she warns. Her voice comes in scratchy, too far from whoever's radio is closest.

Athena had brought the anti-viral just in time to save Chim, who walked out supported by Ravi moments ago, Hen close behind on a gurney. Bobby has yet to follow. Why isn't he following?

The sound has stopped transmitting, but Buck can tell the two of them are still talking by the way Athena is gesturing. She tries to walk towards Bobby only for him to step away. Buck frowns at the security footage, about to ask into his radio what Bobby thinks he's doing, when the man in question reaches up and takes off his helmet.

There's a steady trickle of blood dripping from his nose.

Buck blinks.

Athena's shoulders are shaking now. Buck swears he can hear her yelling all the way from the tent, even though Bobby doesn't have his radio on.

"Why is he doing that?" Buck asks no one. "Wh-what is he taking off his helmet for, he-he needs to get out of there!"

On screen, he watches Athena approach her husband, resting her gloved hand on his cheek, wiping away the blood on his face, only for more to rush out and take it's place. The video quality is poor at best, but Buck is almost certain he can make out tear tracks on Bobby's face. He wants to look around the tent, to check if anyone else is seeing this, if anyone else has any clue what's going on, but he can't tear his eyes away from the footage.

Bobby moves to sit against a wall, and Athena goes with him, his forehead tilted against hers. He watches as Bobby reaches up to his shoulder and grabs at his radio.

"Buck, are you there?"

Buck moves on autopilot, lifting his radio to his mouth. "I'm here, Cap." he answers, his voice hoarse from use.

"It looks like I'm not going to make it out of here, kid." Buck hears what Bobby says, but he doesn't understand. All he has to do is stand up and walk outside, so why isn't he doing that?

"W-what do you mean? Of-of course you're going to make it out, c'mon, Bobby!" Something is really wrong, Bobby never talks like this.

"I need you and Athena to look out for each other." Bobby continues, while looking at his wife. She's pressed as close to him as she can get around her inflated suit, but even Buck knows it's not nearly close enough. "You two are going to need each other after…after today."

Distantly, Buck is aware of the taste of salt on his tongue as he speaks. "Bobby, you know I'm…I'm always here for you and Athena."

"And you have no idea how much that means to me." Bobby says. He's starting to sound out of breath, now.

Somewhere behind him, Buck can feel a hand on his shoulder, squeezing in attempted comfort before gently pushing him into a chair. He keeps waiting for something to happen, for someone to rush forward with another antiviral, or even to say this has all been some sick joke. Anything.

Bobby's hand falls away from the radio, and Athena reaches up to press the talk button so he can keep going. "I need you to promise me, Buck. Promise me that…that you two will lean on each other when you have to."

His vision is getting blurrier by the second, the grainy image of Bobby and Athena almost disappearing completely. "I…I promise, Cap." Buck says. He's having a harder and harder time talking around the lump in his throat. On screen he watches as tear tracks take the place of blood on the bottom of Bobby's face.

"I'm so…so proud of you, Buck." Athena is running her hand through Bobby's damp hair, the other still working the radio. Bobby's hand is resting limply on her thigh where she kneels next to him. "All that I have ever wanted…is for my family to be happy and safe. And that means you, too."

Buck's own hand is shaking as his lifts the radio back up to his mouth. His fungers fumble with the buttons for a few moments before the person behind him gently takes it out of his hands and presses the button for him.

"Y-you're my family too, Bobby." he chokes out. The lump is even bigger now, he's surprised it doesn't tumble out of his mouth with the rest of his words.

"I love you, son." A kind of keening wail escapes, and it must be from him because the whole world has narrowed down to just Buck and the screen in front of him.

"Bobby, please!" He takes a deep, rattling breath, pushing away the tears from his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie. "Don't-don't say it like that." he begs.

"Buck…" It's Athena this time, and viscerally Buck knows somewhere in the back of his mind that this is his chance, and if he misses it he will regret this moment forever.

"I love you too, pops." He sees Bobby nod to himself, small smile on his face as his eyes flutter shut briefly, before Athena shakes his shoulder.

Seemingly out of nowhere, May and Harry appear next to them, the radio he was using turned over to them. Later, he will find out that one of Athena's coworkers picked them up and raced them over to the lab, to let them say their goodbyes. But in the moment its just one more impossible thing that he can't belive is happening.

He doesn't belive it when he watches Bobby's body finally slump to the side, caught only by Athena's arms holding him against her chest.

He doesn't believe it walking down the streets of LA, marching behind a truck carrying Bobby's name on the back.

He doesn't believe it when Athena give a speech, when she throws the first fistful of dirt into the ground.

He doesn't believe it when he cries into Maddie's arms that night, sitting on her couch, unable to go to bed on his own.

He doesn't believe it when he texts Bobby and never gets a response back, no matter how many times he tries.

He doesn't believe it when he's finally cleared to go back to work, walking back into the place that feels so much less like home than it did before.

For days, weeks, he walks around in a fog, doing his job, but only barely, living his life, but only just. He stares at the unread texts on his phone and he carries a list in his pocket of things he wants to ask Bobby, and he takes the long way around to avoid driving down the street they marched on. And he still doesn't believe it.

Until one day, after work, Athena's squad car is parked outside of the station. She's leaning against the door with her arms crossed, aviators across her face like armor.

"Get in." she says, tone holding no room for arguement.

Ten minutes into the drive Buck realizes where they're headed, and he seriously considers jumping out at the next red light. His hand creeps towards the door just to check if its unlocked.

"Don't even think about it." Athena hasn't even turned her head. "Or do you intend on breaking your promise so soon?"

Buck clenches his hands together in his lap, jaw clenched shut. "No." he says petulantly. Its exactly what he needs, though, and Athena knows it. He promised Bobby he would be there for Athena, and if she needs him for this he'll follow through if it kills him.

She makes him carry the bouquet that had been hiding in her back seat, their walk down the well maintained side walks slow and purposeful. Buck has to keep his eyes down as they approach their destination, refuses to look at the stone slab in front of him while he sets the flowers down on top of the dirt.

Only when he steps back, shoulder to shoulder with Athena, does he really take it in. Robert Nash. Beloved husband and father. Psalm 30:5. August 10, 1968-April 17, 2025.

"He left you his recipe box." Athena says, breaking the silence. "We had it in storage, while we were building the house, but-" she cuts herself off, and all Buck can do in response is nod his head. The lump is back, and he's not sure if he can manage to speak around it this time.

"Maybe…once the house is finished you could come by for dinner, some time. Look through and pick something we can make together."

He blinks away his tears and clears his throat. "I'd like that." he rasps.

Athena nods, and from his periphery Buck can see a single tear slide down from behind her sunglasses. "Good."

And he still doesn't quite believe it, despite the mounting evidence, and he isn't totally sure he ever will. But the one thing Buck does believe in, standing there in the cemetary in front of the only father he's ever wanted, is Bobby. And if Bobby wants him and Athena to get through this together, than they will.

For him, they will.

[apricustar]

Eddie answers the call without opening his eyes.

It can't have been more than an hour since he had finally fallen asleep; he had spent the day in an odd state, waiting and checking his every notification, hoping it was Buck.

He knows Buck is on shift, of course, but Buck usually always finds the time to respond to any number of Eddie’s messages, even if it’s just with his selected heart emoji of the day, or a call on borrowed time to save waiting for a response, both their voices mingling as close as they can while he’s here.

He wasn’t quite asleep, truth be told. There had been a restless itch under his skin all day; a sort of tingling sensation of wrong that had only been exacerbated by not hearing from Buck—an ache that went back to those first few struggling days of him being in El Paso, where he began to silently wonder if everything between them was constrained to Californian borders. But then, Buck texted, and Eddie FaceTimed, and now they haven’t gone a day without either.

So, when Eddie’s phone rings at an ungodly hour, he swings his right hand out to an estimation of where his phone is on his nightstand—score—then answers without the need to look because who could it be but Buck?

“Buck?” he rasps, “Everything okay?”

There’s a pause at the end of the line, a quiet exhale, then a throat clears, and Eddie knows he’s miscalculated.

“Diaz,” Tommy’s voice rings out, far too close to his ear for comfort. He pulls the phone from his ear, and yep, there it is: ‘Tommy Kinard (x)’

With the hand not holding his phone, he puts the call on speaker, then pushes his thumb and first finger into his eyes, half-hoping this is some weird dream.

“Kinard,” Eddie says, voice flat, almost monotone. He doesn’t have it in him to muster anything warm for Tommy, but he can’t bring himself to be outright cruel either—not with the ghost of Buck’s disappointed eyes lingering in his mind. So he settles for something like neutrality with. Well, with Kinard, who, in his opinion, is an idiot undeserving of any of B—his time.

“Look, Eddie, I know you don’t want to hear from me, but it’s Evan,” Tommy says.

Eddie sits straight up in bed, heart in his throat, “Explain.”

“Shit- I mean. I’m sorry, Evan is not hurt. Not physically, I should have led with that…” Tommy laughs a bit ruefully, “I- Eddie there’s no easy way to say this. Bobby is dead.”

Bobby is dead Bobby is dead Bobby is dead Bobby is dead

It repeats, like a mantra. A cruel one. As though his brain believes that in saying them, they’ll start to make sense.

They don’t.

Eddie opens his mouth, but no sound comes out.

He blinks—squeezing his eyes shut as tightly as possible—trying to reign in his emotions; Kinard called for a reason, and he needs to figure out what happened to Buck.

He blinks again and suddenly he’s standing, body moving on its own accord. Somehow, he’s gotten a pair of pants and a shirt on without realizing. He pauses, inhales slowly, trying to feel less like a reanimated corpse and more like a person, thinks of Buck beside him at the dinner table, sunlit and golden in the kitchen, asking:

‘Eddie did you know we breathe 22,000 times in a day? And, also, I read last night that when you take the time to become aware of your breaths it can help when you feel panicked? Like-‘

Eddie had cut him off there, quirking a half-smile, and told him he didn’t panic. He remembers. He remembers.

Buck had sighed, loud and theatrical, rolled his eyes—but finished his spiel anyway. Of course he had; listening to and learning from Buck were some of Eddie’s favorite pastimes.

He falls into that memory.

A kitchen filled with years of love and laughter. Crumbs on the counter from Chris’ after-school snack. A fridge full of things both he and Buck had picked out. Feels himself there in that moment: heart slow, face warmed; Chris safe in his room, and he at the table with—

Buck.

Brighter than everything, at the center of it all, haloed by the setting sun, smiling that I-know-you’re-entertaining-my-whims-smile—the kind where his lips curled to the side, like he was tucking a secret away. It made him look boyish, years younger than the truth, lighter than the world ever let him be.

The Eddie of the past ached with something unnamable. The Eddie of now aches with too much knowledge.

He exhales slowly, blinking back to himself, the warmth of the memory crashing against the cold of the present.

He fishes his phone out from where it’s buried in the covers, feeling off-footed by the sudden want—need—for Kinard to still be on the line.

Somehow, impossibly, he is.

The screen glows: call still active, minutes still ticking by.

Eddie grips the phone hard, slightly swaying on his feet for a second, unsteady, then braces a hand against the wall. His breath stutters. He tries to count them like Buck told him—one, two, three—but they catch in his throat, shallow and fast.

His other hand curls around his phone, knuckles white, “What happened to him,” Eddie says. Not a question. A demand.

Then, before Tommy can answer, “Buck—where’s Buck?” he asks, voice cracking like a fault line. “Is he—?”

“Evan is alive.” Tommy reassures, voice coming fast, “He’s alive, Eddie, but he isn’t okay. None of them are, but—”

Tommy hesitates, then continues, “I’ve never seen him cry like that. I watched him fall apart in a hallway over security footage. He collapsed, screaming. I’ve never seen—God. I’ve never seen someone grieve like that. Evan—he’s always so sure, you know? Always so bright and—and okay. He tried to explain once what Bobby meant to him I guess I didn’t fully realize it until…”

Eddie’s jaw locks, the ache in his chest flaring with something sharp and hot. A part of him aches to be cruel, to push back against Tommy’s casual expression of knowing Buck, how could he-

He bites down on the inside of his cheek until he tastes copper. It’s not fair. It’s not rational. But it burns all the same. He inhales instead. It comes back out shaky.

“I know I shouldn’t be the one calling,” Tommy admits, voice thick with something unspoken. “But I saw him and I just—“He swallows audibly, “I know he needs you, Diaz. I’ve never seen a relationship like the two of you have and whatever my feelings about that are, I think you’re the only person who can get through to him right now.”

Something twists in his chest. He doesn’t respond right away. Doesn’t trust what might come out of his mouth if he does. His hand is still braced on the wall, still trying to keep him grounded, but it doesn’t help the way his body feels like it’s vibrating with too many things at once��grief, fury, fear, love.

Finally, he says, low and hoarse, “Send me where Buck is. Get him to answer when I call.”

He ends the call without waiting for anything more, phone still clutched tight in his hand as he crosses the room in three long strides.

There’s only one thought in his head now, clear and steady:

Get Chris. Get home. To his family.

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Best Friends (Anakin Skywalker)

Description: Y/N and Anakin are best friends and they both like someone who isn’t into them back, at first it hurts until they realize that what they’ve been looking for is right in front of them.

Word Count: 2,189

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“You like Padme?” His best friend asked him in shock. He wasn’t sure why she was so shocked, Padme was beautiful. “You ask that like I have a crush on an older guy.” He joked and she flipped him off. Y/N like Obi Wan who was years older than her, 16 to be exact. “He’s so sexy.” She said, dreamily as she sighed.

Anakin rolled his eyes, “Whatever.” Y/N looked at her friend, “So have you thought about telling her?” She asked Anakin, who looked at her like she was crazy. “Y/N, No! No way! Jedi can’t love.” “Yes they can! We are!” She motioned between the two of them being in love with Obi Wan and Padme. “Yeah well the Jedi council wouldn’t approve.” He shook his head. Y/N wanted to laugh, Anakin loved breaking the rules, it was his favorite thing to do.

“Ani, she may have feelings for you back. You know I would keep your secret.” Y/N told him. He looked at her, tempted to listen to her and go for it. Padme was really nice to him, maybe it would work. “Only if you tell Obi Wan.” “No way! That’s so different.” She tells him and he gives her a look. “Padme is older than me too, ya know…” She glared at her best friend, “Anakin, Obi Wan is our master.” He cracked a smile, “You love calling him that, don’t you?” She threw a chip at him. 

Y/N would catch herself lacking in the presence of Obi Wan, so much so that he even realized it. Y/N was a good padawan and Obi Wan didn’t understand why she was getting distracted all of the sudden. Truth be told, Y/N realized during her conversation with Anakin 2 weeks ago that she loved Obi Wan and wanted to be with him but she knew that he would never allow that.

Even if there was some way that he had a crush on her back, Obi Wan followed the rules, hence why he was one of the greatest. “Y/N?” Obi Wan called her name, breaking her out of her thoughts. She shook her head, “Sorry Master.” She said and held up her saber again, getting ready to train. Obi Wan put his away, confusing Y/N. “Y/N, what’s wrong? You’ve been so distracted lately.” Boy if he knew, she thought as Obi Wan looked at her and waited for an answer.

“I’m sorry Master, it won’t happen again.” She tells him but he shakes his head and walks closer to her. Her heart races with every step that he takes. “Y/N, You can talk to me. I’m here for you.” He tells her and she shakes her head. “It’s forbidden.” She whispered, no longer looking at him. “What is?” He asked and she felt tears sting in her eyes. “I love you.” She whispered, looking up at him. She felt relief as she confessed to him but that didn’t take away her nerves. “I know.” He said and she looked shocked. Had she really been that bad at hiding it? “What?” She asked and he sighed.

“You aren’t exactly secretive about it.” He says and she feels embarrassed. “Master I-” He held up his hand, “It’s okay. Just know that it can’t happen. I am your master and 16 years older than you.” She knew those words were coming back that didn’t stop her heart from breaking. He didn’t say anything about the Jedi code though. She nodded and held back tears as she turned to walk away. Obi Wan let her, knowing that this couldn’t be easy on her. 

Anakin smiled as Padme was talking to him about something, he didn’t know, he was barely paying attention. He was too focused on her beautiful face and her soft voice. He loved her a lot, “Anakin, are you listening?” She asked with a smile at the dazed out boy. He shook his head, “Yeah, yes.” He said but it was an obvious lie. She rolled her eyes, playfully. “What’s got you so distracted?” She asked him. He looked at her and a blind man could see the look in his eyes.

“Yeah, everything’s perfect.” He said and she chuckled, “That’s not what I asked.” “What did you ask?” She sighed and gave him a shove, “I asked what’s got you so distracted?” “Nothing, why?” She rolled her eyes and gave him a look, “Yeah okay.” She didn’t believe him but she wasn’t going to push him. They stared at each other both thinking different things. Anakin was thinking that this was the moment that he would make a move, tell her that he's loved her since he was 9.

He was leaning in without even realizing it. Padme was thinking that Anakin was a good friend and that he- wait what was he doing? “Anakin.” Padme whispered, breaking him out of his trance. “Yes?” He asked. She pushed him back a little, “You were about to kiss me.” She tells him. “Would there be a problem if I did?” He asked and she shook her head.

“Yes.” She hated breaking his heart but she could tell that he liked her a lot. Unknown to her, it was love. “Why?” His face dropped. “Anakin, I only see you as a friend.” She whispered and the look on his face broke her, “Oh, I thought you-” “I’m sorry.” She said. Anakin shook his head and felt embarrassed, he truly thought she liked him back. He gave her a nod and walked away. 

Y/N sat in her room thinking about that day with Obi Wan, she could hardly face him now but had to for training. She had barely spoken to Anakin even, hoping that him and Padme were happy. Little did she know the hard truth that they were both rejected. Obi Wan could tell that this would affect their relationship for a while but he tried to act like it never happened.

She was young, she would find someone to love her. Anakin had knocked on her door, playing with his fingers. He needed to tell her what happened and why had been avoiding her. She opened the door to see her best friend who looked devastated, “Come in.” She said and let him in her room. “I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you.” He tells her as he sits on her bed. “You have?” She asked, she was avoiding him so she didn’t realize it.

“Yeah Padme rejected me.” He told her, not meeting her eyes. Her jaw dropped, she could have sworn Padme felt the same. “Oh Anakin, I’m so sorry.” She said to her best friend and sat next to him. “Obi Wan rejected me too.” She told him and he looked over at her, “You told him?” He asked, shocked. “I had no choice but he knew anyway.” She told him.

“I’m sorry.” She shook her head and for the first time since that day she laughed, “Yeah well I knew it was coming.” “Wish I could say the same.” Anakin sounded sad. She looked at her best friend, “Well aren’t they a bunch of idiots for not loving us?” She joked and Anakin cracked a smile for the first time in a week. “Who wouldn’t love us?” He joked, “Exactly!” They laughed and laid back on her bed. “Who knows, maybe Obi Wan is a terrible lover.” She said and Anakin looked at her, “You don’t believe that do you?” He asked and she laughed. “Not at all.” 

They laid on her bed for hours and talked, laughed and shared embarrassing stories, “Do you remember when you tripped over your own shoes just 5 minutes into meeting Obi Wan?” He asked her, laughing. She shook her head, “Don’t remind me.” “Or when Padme asked where you were going and you just said yes.” She said, cracking up at the memory. Anakin’s face turned red and he looked over at her, still laughing.

“Yes, how could I forget? You talked about it for months.” He told her and she shrugged. He turned towards her and watched her wipe her eyes from laughing. “Those were good times, Ani.” She said and noticed that he was turned towards her. She turned towards him and waiting for a new topic to come up. “You know, I’ve been sad this whole week and you managed to make that disappear.” He told her.

“Aw Ani, that’s what friends are for.” She tells him, softly, missing the way his eyes keep looking at her lips. Has Anakin been after the wrong girl this whole time? She had her eyes closed for a second before opening them, Anakin was a lot closer to her. She looked at her best friend confused, he was looking at her how he looked at Padme, like he loved her.

“Anakin.” She whispered and before she knew it, his lips touched hers. She was so shocked by the fact that just hours ago he was probably crying over Padme and now he was kissing her. She kissed back though, feeling butterflies in her stomach. It was like fireworks went off and this was a canon event and was supposed to happen. 

Y/N was distracted again during training and this time it wasn’t because of Obi Wan. Obi Wan took a heavy sigh as he realized that Y/N wasn’t paying attention to a word he said, “Y/N, you were doing so good.” He told her and she looked at him. Of course she had to be distracted again. “Master, I’m sorry I have a lot on my mind.” She tells him. He understood and he figured it was about her crush on him but he was far from it.

Anakin was her best friend, someone who teased her about her crush on Obi Wan and vice versa for Padme. Now she was thinking about him in a different light, an overly friendly one, a romantic one. Anakin felt the same as he barely even spoke to Padme anymore. He barely even thought about her, not since he kissed Y/N. Y/N shook her head and tried to tell herself that she still liked Obi Wan and Anakin still liked Padme. “I’m ready.” She said and got out her saber, Obi Wan smirked. 

“This is really good.” Anakin complemented the dish that Y/N made for them. “Thank you!” She said and took a sip of her drink. The kiss hadn’t been brought up after it happened and though Y/N thought about avoiding Anakin, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. “I was thinking maybe we could go for a walk after this?” He asked and she gave him a sad look. “I’m sorry Ani, I have to train with Obi Wan tonight.” She said and she missed the look in his eyes.

“Oh so he finally accepted your crush?” She didn’t miss the malicious tone in his voice though. “No…It’s training. I’ve been too distracted again.” She said, looking at Anakin who now looked mad. “Besides, what about Padme? I’m sure she’ll take a walk with you.” Y/N winked. “I don’t want to take a walk with her.” He said and Y/N nodded. “Okay..well I’m sure she doesn’t hate you for liking her Ani.” Anakin stood up from the table, “Why are you acting like we didn’t kiss? Like we didn’t share a moment?” He was clearly offended.

Y/N sat down her fork and looked at her best friend with a confused look, “Yeah we kissed but it was in the moment, right?” Anakin’s jaw dropped, “In the moment? Y/N come on, that kiss meant something!” She stood up as well, “Anakin, just an hour before that kiss you were sulking about Padme! I won’t be a rebound.” She exclaimed. “Is that what you think you are to me? Y/N, I love you and yeah it took me awhile to realize that but I know I do.” “Anakin, you love Padme, you’ve loved her since you were nine! You think you love me because she turned you down but you don’t, not like that anyways.” Anakin was angry, he couldn’t believe that she was doubting him.

“I know who I love and that’s you! You love me too and I think it would be best if the both of us came to terms with that. We’d be a lot happier.” He had tears in his eyes. Y/N walked up to him, slowly. “Anakin.” He turned away from her, “No you love Obi Wan. Go be with him!” She grabbed his arm, gently tugging him to her. “Anakin,I don’t love him. I love you.” She whispered and he looked at her, “You do?” He asked and she nodded with a small smile. “But we should take this slow. This is special and I want it to last.” She said and he nodded. She kissed him, it was passionate and full of love, like the other night. He pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. She pulled away before he could take it further, “I do have training.” She says and he nods, “I’ll be here when you get back.” He tells her.

[thedarkzyxabyss]

how important is the number 02 on radios chest? I was wondering if I could change it to a different number for my au oc version thing of them

Oh, the 02 on Radio’s chest is INSANELY important.

That’s his serial number! He’s the 2nd unit out of a set of 6 (although he doesn’t quite remember that…)

I was supposed to post a comic about his backstory, but I quickly lost steam 🥹

So here, have the 1st page + concept sketches of the other units out of context,,,

They are also referenced in my Game of Life animatic on my YouTube channel! Their unit numbers are a part of their identity!!

That’s why I refer to Radio and TV, and all the other variants of that character, specifically as 02s! Since that’s what their original “starting point” was before they got fractured into a bunch of different variants ^^

An easier explanation for this is like a beam of white light hitting a prism!

Since 02 isn’t * from* Undertale but a completely different, foreign place, he had to have crossed omniverses just to get to where he is now! And I feel like if he is from somewhere which is not quite like Undertale, then his code/body would have had to be “properly translated” so he could exist in this new place… Kind of like translating languages so that it could be understand by two different people.

The 02/Radio that you guys see is fairly different than how he was before traveling to the Undertale Multiverse!

He had an entire story, people he’s left behind, connections and duties that he was in charge of! The weight of his number is important, forever engraved on his chest.

… It’s just a shame that he forgot what he was supposed to be doing in the first place, thanks to the “translation” between omniverse/ multiverses 💀

I’ll try and post more about his “mysterious past” as time goes on, but his past shouldn’t *fully* interfere with any 02 variant you make (at least, for the most part)! Y’know, since his past is literally multiverse’s away lolol

There are even some cases where some 02 variants just make a new life, completely and utterly unaware of what they were supposed to be doing, in favor of just enjoying what this new reality had to offer!

So yeah, short answer to this question is: Nah. 02 is pretty significant to his story (funnily enough), and would completely change things :3

That shouldn’t stop you from having fun with it, though!

For example, Vendetta (and the clusterfuck that he is) *RESENTS* being who he is to some extent— and this shows on his chest accordingly

(A little sneak peek at what the hell is happening under those clothes btwwwww he’s like a jumble of parts 💀)

Theoretically, it could also be a thing where your variant simply covers his number or replaces it later on! There’s nothing wrong with overwriting something that was there— as long as his previous number had existed before doing so.

Again, the number “02” has significance and weight to it, and I’d hate for 02 to run away from his consequences.

Anyways, have funnnn!!

[charliegyrth]

Go with the Flow - Part 4 of 9

Kai Loves My Lasagna

Read Part 3 here.

A few nights later, I made us lasagna for dinner. We sat together at the table, pop music playing in the background. Kai was telling me about his day.

He smiled at me from across the table. “You’re not paying attention, are you?”

Honestly, I wasn’t. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop picturing Kai gorging on that burrito. I wasn’t even there, and yet the image haunted me. Did I have some kind of eating fetish? Did I get off on watching my husband gorge himself with food?

“Sorry. Just… deep thoughts.”

“Been there,” he said, taking a bite of his lasagna. He chewed and swallowed, but there was no enjoyment on his face. He was eating for the nutrients and nothing else.

I had so many thoughts in my head, and I had no idea how to handle them. I didn’t understand myself. I loved Kai with all my heart. He was the perfect man for me, handsome but just a little bit feminine. Laid-back. Accommodating. Always kind. Always content.

So what was bothering me?

He was too accommodating, too content. If someone’s happy in any situation, then you never know what they really want. Maybe that was why the burrito photos meant so much to me. Kai had looked happy. Proud of himself. I didn’t have an eating fetish. I just wanted my husband to actually enjoy life instead of accepting whatever happened to him.

Maybe that was it. I don’t know.

I couldn’t eat another bite. I was too lost in my own head. I slid the plate away from me.

In response, Kai slid his plate away as well. “That was delicious, babe.”

“You’re done?” I asked him.

He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah. Didn’t we just finish?”

“I did, but that doesn’t mean you have to. Kai, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you don’t really… Never mind.”

“What do you mean?”

“You surf when your friends want. You watch the movies that I want. You eat when I do. It’s like you don’t make decisions for yourself.”

“I just go with the flow. Makes life good.” He stood up to take his half-finished plate to the sink. I watched his perfect, muscular ass sway as he walked, so relaxed, so casual.

And I jumped up to join him.

He leaned against the counter, about to spoon all his uneaten food into the trash. “What’s wrong?”

“You…” I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what I wanted.

He looked at me, his dark eyes wide, waiting for me to finish my sentence.

“Do you like the food I make?” I asked him.

He looked down at the empty trash can at his feet. “Oh. Are you offended that I’m throwing the extra away? I thought you didn’t like leftovers?”

I grabbed his plate and carried it back to the table. He dutifully sat back down.

“Kai, baby,” I said. “I’m worried that you don’t… really think about how you feel. Were you still hungry?”

“I don’t know,” he answered. “I guess not.”

“Did you like the food?”

He thought about it for a second, as if he genuinely never noticed the taste. He started to say something but stopped himself. Then he took his fork and ate a big bite. He rolled it around in his mouth. “Yeah. It’s great.”

“Better than our Chinese dinner?”

He took another bite and thought. “No. But maybe if you added more cheese?”

Finally! Some progress. I ran over to the fridge and brought back our storebought parmesan. I sprinkled it onto the rest of his lasagna. “Tell me when.”

He waited a long time before he finally said “when.”

So he liked the taste of parmesan. I made a mental note.

He kept eating and eating, at a pace that rivaled his Chinese food binge. At some point, I sat back down to watch him. I don’t even remember doing it. I leaned back in my chair, enjoying the show.

In minutes, Kai finished the entire plate. He held in a burp, which made him choke.

“It’s okay,” I told him. “You can let it out if you want to.”

That was all the permission he needed. He let out a long, deep burp. It was the kind of hearty noise I’d expect from my bear-sized uncle, not Kai.

He didn’t look embarrassed, though. He could tell from my smile that I didn’t mind.

Then he looked down at his empty plate. Expression blank, he said, “I guess I’m done then.”

“Are you?” I asked. I slid my own plate toward him. It still had three quarters of my own meal.

Kai looked down at his empty plate. Then he looked at mine. I could sense the gears in his brain spinning as he weighed his choices. More likely, he was trying to focus on the feeling of his own stomach, seeing whether his body was telling him he’d had enough.

Then, with a short nod, he dumped a bunch more parmesan onto my plate and ate what was left.

By the end of dinner, he was so stuffed that I had to help him walk to the couch. He was cradling his stomach like a baby, taking care with every step not to jostle any of the food inside. We sat together in silence while I tried to find a movie and he tried to catch his breath.

“Babe, what do you want to watch?” I asked.

He looked up at me, confused. “Why don’t we watch another romcom?”

I always picked romcoms, and I assumed he liked them too. But maybe he just didn’t know what he liked.

“Are you sure?”

He didn’t answer.

I passed him the remote. He looked at it for a long moment before scrolling through the movies. Surprisingly quickly, he found something and put it on. I wasn’t paying attention (too busy staring at his gut as it went up and down with each labored breath), so I was genuinely shocked when I heard a scream come from the TV.

Kai had chosen some gory horror movie.

“You like this kind of stuff?”

He turned toward me and shrugged. “I don’t know. Let’s see.”

Right away, he was sucked into the movie. He wouldn’t look away, as if every bloody, loud moment was amazing. He was so enraptured by the movie that he didn’t notice when I brought out a big bowl of chips and a cup of sour cream that we had in case of company.

The size and hardness of his belly told me that he wasn’t hungry, but he tried one anyone. He scooped up a huge chunk of sour cream and slid it into his mouth. He chewed thoughtfully, asking his stomach to tell him if he liked the taste. Then he smiled and had another one.

By the end of the movie, I learned two things:

One, that Kai can finish an entire bag of chips and about half a container of dip in one sitting, despite having a huge dinner.

And two, that Kai had a terrible taste in movies.

Read Part 5 in two days. You can find all my stories here.

And if you'd like to read the full story now, check out the ebook. This story will always be free on Tumblr, but you can also buy it on Amazon (with a bonus story).

[agapestricken]

margaret atwood, alias grace; slightly modified to say 'her' instead of 'his.'

[moe-broey]

Down time...

Just some VERY messy quick doodles. But it's soooo important to me.... bite bite kill kill bite chew gnaw chomp kill maim murder

+ some extra expressions I like enough to post (but please look away this is private........... like you don't really See Anything/it's cropped out, just suggestive LMFAO)

Mostly just bc of Moe tbh. I like how silly it is LMFAO

[ipomoeaalbasarecool]

10 am decision please dont backfire on me and please work🙏🙏🙏

[transmasc-tabris]

Anyway

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

warnings: creampie, breeding, knotting, wolf hybrid!reader x bunny hybrid, reader is described as taller and bigger

A/N: this was a kofi request.

To most people, you and your lover were a strange pair. After all, you were a wolf hybrid, and him a tiny bunny hybrid. They assumed you were the boss in the relationship, running everything behind the scenes.

Oh how wrong they were.

You met him at a party. It was late and you didn’t drink, so you were getting uncomfortable around all of the people that were already drunk off of their asses.

Several of your female friends had begged you to come with them, wanting a designated driver. They convinced you it would be tame fun and you’d meet a decent guy there.

Unfortunately, every other wolf hybrid male you were interested in was either drunk off their ass or making out with some other hybrid.

It saddened you, sometimes, to know cute little squirrel and puppy hybrid girls your age could easily get a wolf hybrid boyfriend, when the reverse wasn’t true for you

Anytime you dated outside of predator hybrids, the prey male you were with would want you to dominate them. You weren’t interested in that, though. All you wanted was a dominant man that didn’t care about your size.

“Hey, you alright?”

You glanced to your left, seeing no one until the person cleared their throat. “Down here…”

There was a small, smiling bunny hybrid standing right next to. How long had they been there?

“Hello… and yeah… I’m alright,” you answered slowly, quickly looking away. You weren’t really in the mood to try and help someone get with one of your cuter hybrid friends, which is why you assumed he was talking to you.

The bunny hybrid’s fluffy ear twitched, and he offered a hand. “C’mon, you don’t seem to be having fun. We can go outside and get some fresh air if you’d like.”

This gave you pause. A smaller hybrid was worried about you? Most would avoid an upset predator hybrid, not wanting to be bitten or attacked… but instead he offered a helping hand.

It almost made you feel like a princess.

Your cheeks heated up, and you took his hand gratefully. “Thank you, um…”

“Momo, you can call me Momo.”

The two of you left the party, walking out into the fresh air to gather yourselves. His white hair seemed to almost shine in the moonlight, and your heart thumped in your chest when he caught you staring,

“Yeah, I get it. You’re not used to being left alone at parties. You’re pretty after all, I’m sure all the wolf hybrids want to snatch you up.”

If only that was the case.

“Actually… male wolf hybrids tend to focus on pretty, smaller hybrids like bunnies and deer. It’s… uncommon for me to go home with anyone after a party.”

Uncommon was an understatement. The only time you brought home a wolf hybrid, he instead wnet for your roommate who happened to be a pretty deer hybrid. It was so frustrating!

“That’s a shame. You’re really pretty, I’m sure you’ll be mated soon.”

Again, you felt your heart race at his words. Momo leaned against the railing, his yellow eyes trailing up and down your body. “Mmm, are you against me coming home with you?”

Now that took you by surprise. You had always asked first, never being sought after. With a shake of your head, Momo grabbed your hand.

“C’mon then, let’s ditch this lame party. We can order some pizza and chill at your place or mine, whichever makes you more comfortable.”

Him, a little bunny, worried about your comfort? You were pretty much swooning at this point!

The two of you spent the ride home chatting, and sat on your couch eating pizza and watching some romcom that was more comedy than romance. It had the two of you laughing your asses off at how cheesy the little romance bits were…

Soon enough though, you felt his hand slowly move across the couch and settle onto your thigh. You made no move to pull away, instead you scooted closer, allowing his hand to move to your clothed pussy.

This was the first time anyone had reached out to touch you like this. You had been close to fucking another person before, but always got turned off by having to do everything first.

Now, you were being pursued, touched confidently. His fingers rubbed at your clothed breath, his chest pressed against your side while his breath fanned across your neck.

“Mmm, you’re getting wet already…”

Your scent was driving him crazy, and Momo was barely holding back the urge to pin you down.

For a moment you worried that he would back off and wait for you to take over. Would he be just like the rest, and expect you to dominate him?

When Momo sensed you shy away slightly, his bunny ears twitched and he grabbed your chin.

Turning you to look at him, he hummed softly and leaned forward. “Getting nervous? I can show you what to do…”

You felt your panties grow damp at his words. Momo pushed you down slowly, his cotton tail wagging as he climbed on top of you.

“Mmph… you’re gorgeous, you know? So cute…”

He kissed down your neck, marveling at the strength in your large hands. If you wanted to, you could crush him in a second.

Yet here he was, keeping you pinned underneath him as he pulled your panties off.

With your cunt on full display, he grinned. “There’s my pretty girl… she wants me so bad, doesn’t she?” he cooed, dipping a finger into your folds. It was slick with your arousal when he pulled it out.

“C’mon, have a taste.”

Your eyes fluttered closed as you sucked your own juices from his finger. It felt too good, being bossed around like this…

“Such a good girl for me, aren’t you? Need a reward…”

He pumped his fingers in and out of your wet cunt, watching as your pussy squelched with each movement. Momo could see how desperate you were to mate, and groaned as your walls fluttered around his fingers.

For a bunny hybrid, Momo was hung. When he pulled down his pants, you were left speechless. You had seen a few buns in porn before, and none of their cocks came close to rivaling his.

As it hardened up, it grew even larger, making you blink in surprise. Only your own fingers and Momo’s had ever entered your pussy, and now he was about to put THAT in you?

Your cheeks flushed as he played with your clit to help prep you. A coo left his lips, and he smiled when your hips bucked uncontrollably. “Shh, I’ve got you. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

He nibbled on your neck, his little bunny teeth making you giggle as he did his best to loosen you up. “It’s gonna be okay, I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

His fingers moved in and out of you as his cock throbbed. It seemed every time he pumped into your tight cunt, he became more antsy. It was clear he wanted it to be his cock making you whimper and writhe, but he had to ensure you were stretched out enough to take him.

Momo truly cared about you and your pleasure…to him, you were a pretty girl that was afraid of your first time. You weren’t a looming monster or some scary predator that others made you out to be.

“I-I’m ready…”

You found it cute how excited he got at your words. Momo’s fluffy cotton tail wagged furiously as his cock lined up with your needy, dripping pussy.

“A kiss…” he murmured, pressing the head of his cock against your hole. “Muah~”

Feeling his cock stretch you out felt both painful and sweet. His fingers were entertwined with yours, his lips on your neck as he cooed sweet nothings.

“It’s alright, I’ve got you. Shh…”

Despite the fact you were nearly double his size, Momo was worried for you, checking your face for any discomfort before he bottomed out.

“Feels funny,” you muttered as he kissed away the tears on your cheeks. “Like I’m being torn apart…”

He gave your cheek a few affectionate licks, his soft pink nose nuzzling you as he moved his hips slightly to help you get used to it all.

“I know… it’ll pass, I promise.”

He toyed with your clit, flicking and prodding the sensitive bud while his free hand held onto your hip. Your cunt was so tight, he really didn’t want to hurt you…

Slowly, you loosened up enough that he could pull his hips back and fully fuck back into you. A gasp escaped your lips, and your claws dug into the soft flesh of his back as he started a steady, slow rhythm.

“F-fuck…” Momo groaned, his cock twitching inside of you. The pleasurable feeling or your claws in his skin made him feel feral, and he bit down on your shoulder to tell you who was in control.

Momo slowly picked up speed, his bunny teeth digging into your sensitive flesh. It felt like you were being mounted and ravaged by a wolf hybrid with the way he was pounding into you. Every thrust made your tits bounce, and soon that caught his attention.

He took one of your nipples into his mouth, looking up through his thick white lashes as he suckled softly. The combined pleasure of being fucked and your tits being groped made you cum all over him.

Momo let out a shuddering groan, his eyes rolling back in his head as your pussy clenched and unclenched around his throbbing cock in your first orgasm of the night.

“There’s my girl, you’re doing… so well…” Momo said between moans, his nails digging into your hips as he held himself back from cumming inside of you then and there.

He lifted one of your legs over your shoulder, and you felt his tip hit somewhere deep inside of you, making your eyes widen.

All you could see was stars, your tail wagging lazily as he leaned down to capture your lips in a heated kiss.

When he pulled away, he grinned down at you, panting between words. “F-fuck… you’re beautiful like this…”

And as he said the last word, his hips slammed into you and cum painted your gummy walls, filling you up as he cried out in ecstasy. Momo’s tongue tangled with yours, and his hips kept slapping against yours as he bred you thoroughly.

His knot swelled up, keeping all of his seed inside of you as the two of you began to recover.

“Did you… really mean that..?” you asked suddenly as he gazed down at you with lovesick eyes. “That… I’m beautiful? I’m… not what you should want… y’know, instinctually…”

He tilted his head, and for a moment you worried that you said the wrong thing. You just figured a bunny hybrid such as himself would rather be with a smaller female hybrid!

“Mmm, I meant what I said, and you’re the one I chose to go home with.”

He cupped your cheek, caressing it lightly. Momo gave your chubby cheeks more soft kisses before he moved to lay on top of you.

“You’re so soft and warm… ahh…”

One of his hands gave your belly a playful squish, his cotton tail wagging mischievously. “I’ve never meant a girl like you before. You’re… perfect for me.”

The two of you lied there, basking in the afterglow of sex. It smelled nice, the combination of your scents. Perhaps… you could even get used to it.

“Momo… we should do this again sometime. It was nice.”

He tilted his head, his bunny ears flicking as he looked up at you. “Of course we’ll do this again… we’re a mated pair now. Bunnies are quite horny you know. In fact…”

Momo straightened up again, his cock already hard and ready for more. You blinked, your eyes widening as he lined up with your pussy.

“I think I’m ready for round two.”

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[psychoticfemmm]

Prove It

Pairing: rafe cameron x pogue!reader

Summary: Some Kook girl spreads a rumor that she hooked up with Rafe—just to piss you off. When you confront him, it turns into an argument where you start to doubt him. But Rafe? He refuses to let you walk away.

You weren’t even looking for drama tonight.

You just wanted a chill night at the party—have a drink, dance a little, maybe even get Rafe to actually behave himself for once. But no. Instead, you had to hear some random girl tell everyone that she hooked up with your boyfriend.

At first, you laughed it off.

Because really? Rafe Cameron? Cheating on you? Not a chance.

But then you saw her—smirking, flicking her eyes in your direction, looking entirely too pleased with herself. And suddenly, you weren’t so sure.

So now here you were, arms crossed, standing in front of Rafe, daring him to explain.

“She’s saying you hooked up,” you snapped, voice sharper than intended. “Are you gonna deny it, or just stand there looking like an asshole?”

Rafe, leaning against the counter with his beer, just sighed—like this was a mild inconvenience rather than a full-on crisis.

“Babe, really?”��He raised a brow. “You actually believe her?”

You hesitated.

And that hesitation? Oh, Rafe did not like that.

His jaw ticked, and suddenly, he was pushing off the counter, closing the space between you in two slow steps.

“Let me get this straight,” he murmured, towering over you now. “You think I’d let some desperate, pathetic Kook girl anywhere near me—when I have you?”

You hated that he said it like that—like it was the most ridiculous accusation ever. Like you should’ve just known better.

You huffed, looking away. “I don’t know, Rafe. You weren’t exactly shutting her down.”

His fingers tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him.

“I don’t even know her name,” he scoffed, shaking his head. “You really think I’d fuck around on you? You think I’d risk losing you for some nobody?”

Your stomach flipped at how serious he looked—blue eyes dark, lips pressed into a firm line.

You swallowed. “…I don’t know.”

That was the wrong answer.

Rafe’s gaze hardened. “Bullshit.” He stepped closer, voice dropping lower. “You know damn well, no matter how mad you get at me, we’re always gonna work it out.”

You blinked up at him, heart hammering. “Rafe—”

“No, listen to me.” His voice was firm now, like he was making a point you weren’t allowed to argue. “You don’t get to walk away over this. Not from me.”

You sucked in a breath, nails digging into your palms. “You act like I don’t have a choice.”

Rafe grinned. “You don’t.”

His fingers curled around your jaw, holding you in place. “Because I love you. And I don’t give a shit how upset you are, you’re still mine.”

Your breath hitched. Your body was betraying you, leaning into him even as your brain told you to stay mad.

Rafe’s smirk turned smug. He could feel you giving in.

“You wanna be mad at me?” His fingers traced your jaw, down to your neck. “Fine. But don’t ever doubt that I’m yours.”

Then, just to make his point, he turned his head slightly—locking eyes with that girl across the room. The one who started all this.

And then?

He kissed you.

Hard.

His hand gripped your waist, pulling you so close there wasn’t a single inch of space between you. His other hand slid into your hair, tilting your head back, deepening the kiss.

He made a point to make it slow. Intense. Unapologetic.

By the time he pulled back, you were breathless, fingers curled into his shirt.

Rafe leaned in, lips brushing against your ear, voice low and smug.

“Nice try, though.”

Across the room, the girl’s expression was pure embarrassment.

And Rafe? Rafe just grinned—like he had just won the best game he’d ever played.

You sighed. “You’re such an asshole.”

Rafe just laughed, squeezing your hip. “Yeah, but I’m your asshole.”

And honestly?

Yeah, he was.

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hope you liked it <3

[lymtw]

Deceiving Dreams

(Toji and His Shy Girl)

Toji woke up sweating, a foul feeling in his chest after what he just dreamt. You were the star and your co-star was not him, but some random dude who was way too comfortable with touching you. His hands would brush over your shoulders and your thighs like he was familiar with your body, but what was absolutely stomach churning, was the way he kissed you softly and slowly. You didn't even push him away, instead you reciprocated the gesture. You did the sweet things that you only do with him, like smiling at this man in that way that makes wonder brim your eyes. You kissed the corner of this stranger's lips, on the same side that Toji's scar is on, coincidentally, and you wrapped your arms around this stranger with that same amount of hesitance you show Toji, as if this person you've known for mere minutes summed up the butterflies and electric feelings your lover makes you feel in that short span of time.

Toji hasn't been this unsettled by something regarding you since the time you cried during an argument that spiraled out of his jealousy. Things got out of hand, but since then, he's learned that he can't do things that way with you. He can't shut you out, and he can't snap at you or you will crumble to the ground.

Patience is a hard thing to learn, and though being with you has taught Toji how to be more careful with his words and to be understanding of your struggles to communicate certain things, at the end of the day, he's still learning. How does anyone deal with this kind of thing in a gentle and unassuming manner? He can't just spring such a question on you without it rubbing you wrong. "Are you cheating on me?" No. That is a recipe for disaster and just asking for unwanted distance. You wouldn't do that to him. He knows it, but that dream... It just seemed so real.

Hey, ma. You awake?

It's two in the morning, and you probably won't answer, but as Toji lies there in his bed, waiting for a response from you, he realizes he can't wait to hear from you, so he does the next best thing—he calls you.

The line rings a couple times, and by the third time, he's ready to end the call before he gets sent to voicemail, deeming his reason for pulling you out of sleep so early in the morning to be ridiculous. It was a dream. You're not cheating on him. You wouldn't do that to him. He knows this, yet, here he is, trying to sleep in your bed with you, like a child who woke up from a nightmare, tiptoeing over to their parents' bedroom.

"Hi, Toji," you answer, your voice quiet and slightly raspy with sleep. "Toji?" You call, again, when you get nothing from him. "Are you okay?"

He feels somewhat embarrassed for having woken you up for this, but if the deed has already been done, then he needs to make the most of it.

"Hey, sweetheart. I'm doing just fine. Everything's fine. Listen, would it be alright if I came over?" He asks, already sitting up and getting out of bed.

"It's a little late, isn't it? It's..." you hum as you quickly check your phone, "...two seventeen," you respond, trying your hardest not to nod off as you lie comfortably on your side, your phone placed between your ear and your pillow, again.

"I know. I'm sorry. You don't have to wait up for me, though. I can let myself in. You gave me your spare, remember?"

You blink, tiredly, and remain silent for a few seconds until Toji calls for you. "Yeah, okay, then. Drive safe. It's raining really hard."

"Will do, mama. I'll see you soon. Love you."

"Love you," you mumble, before hanging up the phone. You went right back to sleep, afterwards. The sound of the rain pouring outside was soothing and the coldness that came with the weather made the perfect contrast to the warmth of the blanket you bundled yourself in.

Toji got to your place twenty-something minutes later. His hoodie was heavily spotted with the raindrops it caught during the walk to your front door from his car. He fishes out his keys from his pocket and looks for a shiny, bronze key on his keyring. Once he has it, getting into your warm home goes smoothly. From taking off his shoes and setting them beside yours, to removing his hoodie so that the wetness doesn't touch you, he moves quickly. He doesn't stray from his path to finding you, not even to grab a snack from your kitchen cabinets like he normally does, no matter the time—he just goes straight to your room.

When he opens the door, Toji is met with nothing more than the adorable sight of you curled up in bed, like a puppy sleeping peacefully under a heap of toasty blankets. He shuts the door behind him, quietly, and moves swiftly, but carefully, so that he doesn't wake you up before he even starts crawling into bed with you. He gently lifts the blanket off the vacant side of your bed, and slides into his place beside you. Instantly greeted by the warmth you generated, he feels the urge to pull you into his arms and just hold you all night.

"Sorry, baby. I know i'm cold," he says, softly, when you stir at the iciness of his fingers dragging up and down the side of your neck.

You blink your heavy eyes open and take in the sight of Toji right in front of you. Him calling you wasn't part of a hyper realistic dream, he's actually in bed with you.

"What's wrong?" You ask, concerned for his reason for wanting to be there in the early hours of the morning, rather than just waiting until later on in the day. You had plans to meet, anyway. What is so important that he couldn't wait until then?

"It's nothing to worry about. Just wanted to be here with you," he responds, not totally lying, but also not telling the whole truth.

"Remember what I told you when we first met?" You mumble, not satisfied with the vagueness of his response. There seems to be more that he isn't telling you.

"You said a lot of things to me that day," he responds, with a low chuckle.

"I did," you agree, smiling softly at the memory. "I also told you something important that day, didn't I?"

You watch the contemplative expression on his face, the outward appearance of his brain whirring. It's cute, even in his handsomeness. "Do you want a hint?" You ask, though when you see his eyes widen a little, you know he won't need it.

"You're better at listening than you are at talking," he recites, with a smirk, like he's patting himself on the back for being able to remember.

"Right. So, if there's something wrong, I want to know about it. I know i'm not the best conversationalist, but you know that I always try for you."

Now that you're more awake, Toji doesn't feel so heartless for handling you like you're merely a teddy bear, so that you're lying on top of him. He wants you close to him all the time, but when you say things like that, he instantly feels the need to bring you closer. It's pure instinct by now.

"You ever get tired of me just scooping you up out of nowhere?" He asks, lips curled in amusement as he watches and feels you wiggling around, trying to make yourself comfortable. Finally, you rest your head on the upper part of his chest and let your arms go limp beside him.

"Never," you respond, simply, smiling when a low chuckle rumbles out of Toji's chest.

His arms tighten around you a little more when the room goes silent, and then he remembers why he's here. He can't lose this. Your warmth, your careful affection, the way you constantly look at him like he's the reason the moon and the stars shine at night. He never wants you to look at him another way. There's absolutely nothing hard about loving you, and if you can't believe it on your own, he'll prove it to you.

"You know how much I love you, don't you, doll?" He asks, his palms finally warm enough to work as heating pads for your back.

"I do," you assure. Maybe this is his concern—that he's not showing you enough love. No, that can't be it. If that was it, he would've waited until later on in the day to see you and talk about it.

"And how much I need you? Do you know that, too?" To that, he doesn't get a response from you. He knows you aren't sleeping, because he can feel your legs shifting against his every once in a while.

"Doll?" He calls.

You let out a soft breath, before responding with your truth.

"I don't know if you need me, Toji. When you tell me you love me, I believe it, because I feel it and I know it, but I don't think you need me."

"Don't..." he sighs, not expecting this as a response from you. "...don't say that. Don't you dare say that. What does that even mean? Because I don't fucking get it. I really don't, ma."

Your heart rate picks up a little, but you try to keep yourself as calm as possible. You understand that this isn't something he wants to hear, as the one who's helped you through so much, but you can't help but share how things feel on your end.

"Don't you ever think about how much better it would be for you to love someone who makes things easier on you rather than overcomplicating them? Someone who tells you what they want straight up, instead of having you basically pry the words from them?"

Toji stays quiet this time, not because he agrees, but because he's figuring out how to say things without it being explosive. He knows that those few seconds of relief will be followed up by a tidal wave of regret. It's not worth it. You're his little sunshine and he would never forgive himself if he was the reason for why your light died out.

"I love you, Toji, but I think about that a lot. I want you to know that if you ever get tired of me-"

"Don't finish that sentence," he cuts. "I don't wanna hear it."

There's no playfulness or warmth to his tone. Nothing but the weight of his words. Your heart feels a little heavier, but you brush it off and utter a phrase that you're all too familiar with.

"Sorry."

You feel nervous, and not in the "good" way. Not in the way that makes your cheeks heat up and your stomach swarm with butterflies, but instead the way that makes your chest feel strange, and like there's a knot forming in your throat.

"I don't wanna hear that either, doll," Toji says in response, his tone softer, now, his thoughts collected. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have talked to you like that. You know I love you." He presses a kiss to the top of your head and rubs the center of your back in soothing motions. The silence that returns makes your heart beat even faster. You wonder if Toji can hear it through the lack of sound in the room.

"I had a really stupid dream," Toji finally confesses, a low, humorless chuckle vibrating against his chest. "I mean, really stupid. Can I tell you about it?"

"You don't have to ask, baby," you respond. Your cheeks go warm at your use of the pet name, but it felt right in the moment. Maybe this is what's been lodged in his mind this whole time. You want him to feel as comfortable as possible as he recounts it to you.

Toji smiles softly at the term of endearment you used for him. Somehow, the way you said the word made it sound softer and even more cushioned than it already is.

His arms readjust around you, tightening the perfect amount so that you're secure against him and he can feel more of your body's warmth on his. He peppers a few more kisses on the top of your head before going on to tell you about his dream.

"So, I kind of just spawned into a room where you and some random guy were sitting on a bench, and he was getting really touchy with you. His hands were rubbing your thighs and your shoulders and..." He pauses. This is his least favorite part. He didn't like any part of it, but this part took the cake, because no one kisses your lips but him.

"It's okay," you say, encouragingly. You rub his side a few times and endure a squeeze of his arms—the equivalence of a rush of emotional support in a gesture.

"Well, you and him started locking lips, and it looked like you were really enjoying it. Your eyes were sparkly and you were smiling at him all pretty." He sighs, bothered anew, the same way he was when he first woke up. "See, I told you it was stupid," he grumbles, mildly embarrassed. "Obviously not stupid enough for me to sleep in my own bed for the night. It's fucking ridiculous. Sorry, doll."

You utter another phrase you're all too familiar with—not one you say often, but one you hear from Toji plenty.

"Don't apologize," you murmur. A few seconds pass, and you know just what to say. "Toji?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

You say it like it's as easy as breathing, because it is. There's nothing hard about loving Toji. He's good to you. It's a love you've never experienced with another, and you do your damn best for him, which is why him showing up at two a.m. isn't a problem. Him crawling into your bed, and reaching for you with hands that are cold as ice isn't a problem. He needs comfort this time, and all you can do is hope that the way you console him is enough.

"Only you, and that's how it'll always be. Your brain thought it would be funny to trick you, but it grayed on the fact that I suck at talking to people."

That made him snicker. It wasn't a reaction meant to ridicule you, rather one of immediate relief, due to the confirmation you gave him about his place as your only love.

"Not that i'm interested in pursuing others, but how am I gonna go for someone else, when I can barely talk to you?"

Now that made him full on chuckle, and you just lay there on him, withstanding the crushing sensation of his arms squeezing you impossibly tighter. You fear he might break you, but you would endure that momentary loss of breath any day if it means his heart remains whole.

"God, I love you so damn much," he murmurs, low against the top of your head. "I love you," he says, pressing yet another affectionate kiss to the area. "And I need you. I want you to understand that by... now. I need you to understand it, right now, baby."

"I don't think that's how it works," you say, humming out a soft laugh.

"Well, we're gonna make it work. Alright? You're gonna understand how much I need you."

"Okay," you say, resigned to his perseverance.

"Okay?" He repeats.

"Yeah," you confirm, lips curling, amusedly.

"Yeah?" He copies once more, knowing it'll grant him one of his favorite little sounds from you.

You giggle. "Yes, Toji."

With that, he's flipping you over, his position expressively dominant, now. It's dark in your room, so you can't really see much, but you can make out most of his handsome features, and you can feel his body heat embracing you, just as much as it did a few seconds ago. His hands are planted right beside your head and he's peering down at you, smirking at the way you look at him, like you haven't caught up with how he handled you so delicately yet efficiently to switch positions.

"You always look so pretty under me," he murmurs, leaning in closer. You in so that you see nothing but him. His hands ball up the sheets beneath them, carelessly wrinkling them as he remains merely inches above you. You slowly release the breath you've been holding in. "You mad at me, baby?"

"No," you answer, trying to remain calm, despite the heat that is beginning to seep into your face. "You've done nothing for me to be mad about, so why would I be mad at you?"

His lips press against the lower part of your cheek—a deep kiss right above your jaw. "'Cause i'm kinda dumb and do shit like this. I woke you up, and now you're losing sleep," he murmurs, against your skin.

"It's okay, Toji," you gently reassure. "I understand and I'm not mad at you." Your hands come up to his back, tentatively, feeling the body warmth that seeps through his shirt.

"No?" He asks, pressing a soft kiss closer to the corner of your lips. "You promise?"

As if trying to further comfort the giant hovering over you, you rub his back in gentle motions.

"There's nothing to be mad about. You've done nothing wrong and you're always welcome here, love." You smile when he continues planting little kisses on your cheek while you keep talking. "You have my spare key, because I trust you and I have nothing to hide from you. If giving you that key means you show up here in the early hours of the morning, because you don't want to be alone, that's okay, too. So, yes, I promise i'm not mad."

A low hum comes from Toji as his kisses inch towards your lips. A few land on the corner of your lips, then he's just a little bit off, and then finally, his lips center on yours. You feel butterflies begin to flutter around your stomach as he collects kiss after kiss from you.

"You tired, pretty baby?" He asks, his voice only audible between you and him. Not even the thin walls of your room can take away the intimacy.

"I wanna be awake with you," you respond, your voice matching the low volume of his.

"You sure?" He asks, and you do your best to convince him that you are. Your hands pull away from where they once rested on his back and you raise them to cup his cheeks with slightly shaky hands. Your touch is gentle, maybe even a little hesitant, as you begin to slowly stroke the softness of his skin. This is one of the very rare times when Toji accepts your actions in place of your words.

Your thumb brushes over the scar on his lips, and before you can even process it, his lips are on yours, again. You can feel the flourishing warmth of his face beneath your palms as he kisses you with an unexpected amount of fervor. You hear soft panting from him, as a result of him hungrily chasing kiss after kiss from you. He challenges your lungs, letting them feel a slight burn when he doesn't pull away after you've reached your limit. It's not until you're breathing heavily that he lets you go, and begins to scatter soft kisses along the side of your neck.

"Baby," he hums against your neck, leaving another kiss behind. "My sweet, pretty baby. How do you do it?"

"Do what?" You ask, smiling as he continues to let his lips feed off the warmth and softness of your skin.

"How do always manage to keep things so peaceful?" He responds. His heart beats slightly faster when you release a precious laugh at the question. "Things are just... so damn simple with you," he says, softly, as he goes lower down your body. His hands grab the hem of your shirt and begin to slowly roll it above your stomach. He instantly takes note of the goosebumps that rise when his palms graze your bare skin.

"I know how much you try for me, and fuck, i'm not dismissing your effort, but I also want you to understand that it's not hard to treat you right." His hands grip your waist, loosely, and he leans in to place a kiss on your stomach.

"There's nothing hard about being with you..." he murmurs beneath your ribs, "...and waiting for you. You aren't difficult like you think you are, sweet girl."

"You promise, Toji?" You ask, glancing down at him as he continues leaving kisses on your skin.

"I promise," he assures, meeting your gaze as he presses another kiss right beneath your chest. "You want me to stop?" He asks, aware of the lack of coverage for your chest under your shirt.

"You can keep going," you respond, willing yourself to relax under his touch. He doesn't waste any time, and immediately buries his face in your bare chest. For a moment, there's no major movement coming from him, just his breathing. You think maybe he's just savoring the warmth that you've accumulated after spending hours under your blanket, but he full on melts into your body. His arms go beneath you, allowing him to wrap around you tightly once more, and he releases an audibly heavy sigh.

"It's okay," you say, softly. You keep one hand on his upper back, while the other gently plays with his hair.

He's not sure if he deserves the tenderness your touch holds for him. He tries to be as gentle and careful with you as he can, but he's so scared that one day you'll shatter and it'll be his fault. You'll walk away from him with no intention of ever coming back and something that was so good to him will be gone. You deserve to be happy—always. He knows this, but he doesn't want to picture somebody else making you happy like he does. He can't accept that. You're his girl.

"Toji?" You call. You know your little place isn't the most high end of them all, but you also know that it's not falling apart. There's no way for the rain to reach your skin if there's no hole in your roof.

"Toji?" You call once more when he doesn't answer. Your hands still on him when you feel his shoulders stutter. You have your own glum cloud resting on top of you. You feel something wet land on your chest—it's starting to rain a little.

"It's okay," you whisper, resuming the gentle motions on his back and the back of his head. "It's okay." You feel him begin to leave languid, spaced out, featherlight kisses on your chest, and you want to freeze. You want to express how impactful the gestures are, and how they animate the butterflies that reside in your stomach, but you can't. You can't and you won't do it, because it's your turn to prove that you'll take care of him when he's not at one hundred percent.

"It's... it's gonna be okay. I have you," you assure, feeling the softness of his hair between your fingers as you repeatedly thread them through, and the movement of his back beneath your other hand as he breathes. "And you will always have me, and I love you with all my heart, Toji. I need you to understand that, right now," you tease, lightheartedly, echoing his earlier words back to him in an attempt to make him feel better. You hear a congested sound, something between a laugh and a hitch in his breathing.

Not another sound is made for the next few minutes, no words spoken. Your skin catches a few more of Toji's tears as he continues to brush his lips against the entirety of your chest, reveling in the warmth of your skin. Toji can hear your heart beating rapidly in your chest—the way it always is whenever he's around you. Normally, he teases you about it. 'Your heart's gonna explode if you don't calm down.' 'We don't even have to do cardio to get your heart going.' Sometimes, he just holds his fingers against the pulse point on your neck and laughs at the rapid thrumming against his fingertips. He finds it endearing, but right now, it's a comfort.

You don't mind the occasional slight pinch of his lips—the more physical proof of his appreciative affection. You simply remain focused on soothing him and reassuring him of how strong your love for him is and will always be.

"Don't know what I'd do without you, ma," he mumbles, his cheek resting on your chest. He could fall asleep so easily to the sound of your heartbeat in his ears, the feeling of you playing with his hair, and the way you slowly rub his back, but he's torn between staying where he is and coming back up to hold you close through the rest of the early morning.

"I promise I'm not going anywhere," you assure, wholeheartedly.

With that response, Toji makes his choice. He pulls his arms out from beneath you and sits on his knees, between your legs for the quick second it takes him to fix your shirt. After, he lifts the blanket and reclaims his rightful spot beside you.

"Come here," he murmurs, pulling you into his arms without an ounce of struggle. He waits for you to settle, back against his chest, before fully enveloping you in his warm embrace.

"It sounds like pebbles hitting the roof instead of raindrops."

"Mhm," he hums, into your neck, letting his hand slide beneath the front of your shirt to caress the soft skin of your abdomen. "If your roof starts leaking, you're coming to stay with me." It's not a question or an offer.

You laugh. "The rain isn't that bad."

"Mm..." His lips home to your shoulder, a gentle peck placed on the concealed area. "Love seeing your pretty face first thing in the morning. You stay with me if your ceiling ever caves. Okay? Okay."

"Okay," you respond, through a giggle. "You'll be my first call."

"Good," he murmurs.

"I'll make you breakfast later, when we wake up."

And though Toji responds with, "Sounds good, ma," all he can think about is how you're going to struggle so hard to get out of bed because he's going to make it nearly impossible for you to do so. The gears are already turning in his head. He'll pin you down, he'll strengthen his hold around you, he'll roll on top of you "in his sleep". You're too polite for your own good, you most likely won't try to wake him up. He'll swaddle you in the blanket, he'll tie your shirts together in a tight knot-

"Goodnight, Toji," you mumble, feeling your tiredness return as he continues drawing little lines and shapes on your stomach.

"'Night, baby," he murmurs, feeling much more content and at peace with the idea of sleeping knowing that you're in his arms, not in anyone else's.

[vrystalius]

Not saying “I love you“ back to the Squid game men.

How will they react if you don‘t say it back? In what scenario would they not say it back to you?

Pairing: The Recruiter, Thanos, Nam-gyu, Dae-ho, Gi-hun, In-ho x gn!reader

Summary: Them not saying “I love you“, their reaction to you not saying “I love you“

Genre: fluff, a lil bit of angst sprinkled on top

If you’re interested, here’s more fluff! Calling the Squid Game men some weird petnames and their reaction to it!

(Pre-Squid game)

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Gong Yoo // The Recruiter // The Salesman

♡— Him not saying I love you…

It barely ever happens, really. He adores everything about you, from your face, voice, body and the ground you walk on; that man is ready to worship you like a devoted follower would to the most merciful goddess. Therefor he would always be aware of how to make your day a little better, even if it‘s just a small “I love you” or a gentle kiss here and there.

The first thing you hear from him in the morning is a groggy voice mumbling a small “Good morning love...” into your ear while warm kisses were trailed down your back.

While standing in the kitchen and searching the fridge for any signs of a tasty breakfast, a small “I love you, I‘ll be back later!“ would echo slightly through the apartment as the front door closed.

Once, he did forget to say his usual I love you on the way out. He thought about how he possibly could forget? You‘re probably overthinking everything now and think what you might‘ve done wrong or do to offend him. You didn‘t, though! He was just too caught up in perfecting his appearance because his damn hair refused to obey and submit to his meticulous styling.

The poor man was almost scared to come home. As some sort of peace offering, he bought some of your favorite take-out food alongside some dessert, flowers and a new bracelet he thought you might like. Anything to try and make you know that he does really love you.

“Apologies, it completely slipped my mind. It will never happen again my sunshine. I love you.”

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♡— You not saying I love you back…

His face may be neutral and his expressions calculated but his features soften up immensely when you show even an ounce of affection. His smirk shifts into a dreamy smile, the crinkles around his mouth shifting and becoming bigger, his eyes twinkling just a little. He just can’t suppress when you even look at him.

Your kisses and words energise him, gift him life, so whenever you don’t give him that little boost of dopamine, he gets visibly more tense in a way.

The silence that followed after his usual “I love you my darling, I’ll be back later!” was almost eerie to him. He stuck his head back into the kitchen to check if you even heard him. You glanced back at him for a moment and gave your husband a dismissive head nod. So you did hear him?

Silently, he left the apartment and went on with his usual day during that time of the year. For some reason, today he is especially looking forward to slap his elders for loosing a damn children’s game. His face remained neutral and had his usual smirk on his face, but deep inside, he’s offended, confused, worried, stressed; all the negative emotions someone can feel after their spouse doesn’t reincorporate ones affection.

Do you want a divorce? Because hell no, he’d never let you go no matter how hard you

But once he got a little text message on his phone that read a simple: “Need cuddles in bed later pls. Got some snacks too. Love you.”, all of his worries washed away in an instant. You probably were still too sleepy to answer this morning.

A smile spread over his face as he thought about slipping into your arms tonight. Isn’t it ridiculous how he melt like putty in your hands?

“You forgot something this morning and it did worry me a lot. But it doesn’t matter, it’s silly anyway.”

Thanos // Su-bong // Player 230

♡— Him not saying I love you…

It’s actually quite rare to hear Thanos say “I love you” word for word. He still feels awkward committing himself to the relationship you have and those three magic words feel so heavy on his tongue, so he’ll rephrase them to suit his level of comfort. “Love ya”, “Thanos loves you” and “Me too” are his ways to dodge the action to reincorporate those sweets words you shower him with.

Thanos only really says “I love you” if you two are alone, sober and you holding him in your arms. To be cradled by someone he admires, cares and loves so much makes him want to cry for some reason, but he suppresses those emotions and instead buries his face in your shoulder as your hand soothingly runs up and down his back.

Those are the times you hear a small “I love you…” being mumbled against your warm skin.

So quiet it’s almost unnoticeable, yet it was there. You know Su-bong needs time to get used to everything, so you’ll settle with a small audio message-rap in reply to your usual “I love you” text message.

“Back to the kitty ‘cause she kinda pretty, I can’t stop looking at her ti- ti- ti-face.. Anyways, thinking of you babygirl. Iloveyatoo.” (You barely caught him saying this the way how quietly he mumbled it into the mic)

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♡— You not saying I love you back…

It’s fine. It’s cool. You don’t have to reassure him every day that you love him, it’s totally fine. You still love him like you did the day before.

It causes a deep panic inside of Thanos when you don’t give him his usual “I love you” text in the morning after he had woken up. He kept checking his phone like a madman, while he was brushing his teeth, peeking his arm and head out of the shower in the middle of shampooing, staring at his text messages while microwaving himself an convenience store meal. Nothing.

Not wanting to reach out first and appear clingy, he decided to write you like he is not having a full blown eternal panic attack. A small voice message here, a picture of his food there, a selfie from the bottom to show off his double chin, anything really.

You replied like normal but still, his eyes searched for the three key words. I. Love. You.

Thanos doesn’t want to admit to himself or to anyone for that matter that your calls, texts, hell, you coming over is like the most addictive drug to him. And he had his share of all kinds of colourful drugs.

His foot was nervously tapping the ground while his finger kept ringing your poor doorbell until you were forced to answer. He gave you a close look up and down, his lips formed into a pout of sorts.

“You okay? You didn’t text me you love me this morning. It’s totally cool and all but like… do you want to break up with me or something?”

Nam-gyu // Player 124

♡— Him not saying I love you…

Similar to Thanos, at first, Nam-gyu barely ever told you how much he loved you, liked you even. He just assumed you already knew and his actions were enough. A small side hug there and ruffling your hair here had to be enough for the rest of the week anyway.

He is guarded, afraid of commitment and to be frank in belief that you’re using him for the longest of time. Maybe you’re just “dating” him to get access to high-end drugs, all kinds of clubs or whatever else reason there is there to date him but for love.

You had to say those three magic words first for him to get comfortable with the thought that you are actually just want to date and love him. It came to him in the middle of a night shift at a random club he was supposed to promote. A moment of enlightenment.

Nam-gyu hid in a bathroom stall with his phone and ignored whatever the couple was doing next door, writing you a whole paragraph about what he was thinking, feeling, before deleting everything again because he thought he’d come off as some kind of pussy if he’d sent that.

His first time telling you how much he loved you was at your place. A casual evening watching some random movie you picked out while being arms deep in a bag of chips and dressed like a homeless person, Nam-gyu was staring up at you as if you were the most beautiful person in the universe even during this ungraceful moment of yours, admiring you in silence until finally…

“I love you.”

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♡— You not saying I love you…

Did he fuck up again? Do or say something wrong? Don’t you love him anymore? Was there someone else?? His thoughts go ballistic as he stared at the screen of his phone with a deadpan-expression, trying to shake the crippling fear and nervousness off while looking nonchalant.

Nam-gyu’s finger kept hovering over the call button to check on you in case something happened because there could be a whole other person talking to him by how there were no affirmations at all.

He doesn’t want to appear clingy or too attached to you as that may scare you off or even disgust you, so Nam-gyu’s casually mention that one time you didn’t say “I love you” while fidgeting with his ring, trying to appear indifferent about it while intensely watching your facial expression shift to try and detect if you’re lying about your reasoning or not.

Your boyfriend is afraid to not be good enough, too much, too little. Your little affirmations give him reassurance, every day a little more until he’s full convinced that you do really, really love him.

“Hey, uhhh. Did you forget anything today?… No? You sure? Mkay.”

Dae-ho // Player 388

♡— Him not saying I love you…

Never happens. Either he is dead and not able to reply to you or already said it multiple times throughout the day. Dae-ho has separation anxiety and gets nervous when he doesn’t have you in line of his sight or not around him in general, that’s why he always tells you how much he loves you whenever he can.

Off to the bathroom? I love you. Bringing the trash out? I love you. Getting dressed? You’re gorgeous and I love you. You could be simply existing and Dae-ho would bury his face in your neck and mumble a soft I love you into your warm skin, his lips planting a soft kiss here and there.

Dae-ho is just a little scared about saying his usual affirmation in front of his family, mostly his father. He’s a very affectionate and physical man but he still wants to look like the tough-marine-son his dad wants to see.

His sisters know better though, they see how their brother’s eyes twinkle in delight when you help his mom out in the kitchen with the dinner.

He does make it up to you after coming home though. Your boyfriend will stuff the leftovers his mom gave him into the microwave and usher to you made yourself comfortable on the couch while he makes some preparations to completely pamper you for the rest of the evening.

Sometimes Dae-ho’ll even try to flirt a little but he’s still a little awkward in that department.

“Hey, do you want some snacks with that? A drink? O-Or am I enough of a snack…?”

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♡— You not saying I love you…

Every time Dae-ho tells you that he loves you, you always reply with equal enthusiasm. How could you not? That golden retriever of a man gets that almost childish smile of his whenever you kiss his cheek or just tell him that he looks handsome today.

Once, you tested how he’d react when you don’t give him his hourly dose of dopamine by deflecting or ignoring his touches.

As his arms securely snaked around your waist and gently pulled you against his torso, you paid him no mind and continued to stir the ramen in the food container. He watched the noodles move in circles and gave your waist a gentle poke, trying to pull your attention to him. Dae-ho’s eyes slowly dimmed and the edges of his smile turned downwards.

The silence made him seriously nervous. You could feel his rapidly increasing heartbeat drum against your back.

“Hey… is everything okay? Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry. Can you talk to me?…”

Gi-hun // Player 456 (post s1)

♡— Him not saying I love you…

Gi-hun always reassures you of his love, even during arguments. He wants you to know that he cherishes and loves you for the rest of his life and that you are his everything. Whenever he doesn’t say I love you, something must’ve happened.

He has been missing for a whole week and you had no idea where your boyfriend went. Gi-hun didn’t leave a note, a voice mail, no nothing!

And after he returned and suddenly began giving you expensive gifts, the same boyfriend that used to ask you for money to get himself an convenience store dinner, now began buying you new headphones, bracelet and whatever else you even eyed.

It was nice, sure, but you were more worried about his mental state. He was paranoid and quiet, kept checking his whole body for some kind of tracker and barely ever spoke what was on his mind. Gi-hun began having panic attacks and you were barely able to leave his side because of how terrified he was to leave you alone.

He barely touched you, gave you kisses or affection. He changed after whatever happened during that week he went missing.

While running your fingers through his hair, trying to make him fall asleep after being awake for two days straight, he sleepily stared up at you through his dyed-red hair. His voice was quiet, broken almost.

“I’m sorry. Please… know that I love you. I love you so much.. Don’t leave me, please… please...”

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♡— You not saying I love you back…

Your boyfriend called out to you but you didn’t quite hear what he said, so you replied with an “yeah!” and just hoped that that’s an appropriate response to whatever he tried to tell or ask you. It wasn’t.

Gi-hun stood there for a couple of moments, waiting on your reply to yelling “I love you!” across the whole apartment. When nothing came, he didn’t call out to you again. You were probably busy with something or don’t want him with your right now, he gets that.

Later though, thoughts of self-doubt began to cook up inside his mind. As he bit all his nails to shreds he overthought about how you had enough of him now. Maybe you are falling out of love now after how the death games fucked up his mind and body. You’re surely fed up with his paranoia and secretive behaviour, how much he has been obsession over finding a weird salesman. Surely.

The metallic taste that spread inside his mouth after biting the skin surrounding his nails began to open and bleed finally pulled Gi-hun out of his self-destructive thoughts that continued to circle like a toy train. Picking up his throwaway phone and choosing the one contact he saved on every single burner phone he had as “Reason to smile ❤️” and pressing the call button.

“Gi-hun? What’s wrong?” Your voice forced a small smile to form on his face. He hesitated

“Hey. Just wanted to ask if I should bring some take out home tonight. That’s all.”

In-ho // The Frontman // Player 001

♡— Him not saying I love you…

It’s purely just to tease you. When bored, In-ho will make you his greatest entertainment.

He likes making you annoyed and flustered, so he’ll intentionally ignore you just to make you react and pout at him adorably while he was trying so hard to keep his stone cold face and not break into a shit-eating grin and maybe even pull on your cheek to make you whine even more.

In-ho adores your whole being and cherishes all of your affections, so he’ll let himself get showered in them any tome he can.

Expect you to he cuddled up on his lap while he was leaning back in the leather chair, mumbling a complaint about how you covered his whole face in kisses but managed to miss the bridge of his nose. He will not allow you to move off his lap until you covered his whole face in kisses again as compensation for that mistake of yours.

So, In-ho’ll intentionally not give you affection so you pay even more attention to him. He is like a cat in that way weirdly enough.

Once you finally break his facade, the flood gates will open and you will be showered, bathed, drowned in his affection, physical and verbal.

“Fine. I’ll say it just because you’ve been so good to me today. I love you, my dearest, lovely darling.”

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♡— You not saying I love you back…

In-ho has a dedicated frequency on his walkie-talkie for you, so he can call in and ask you to come to his office for a kiss that cannot wait, to inform you that he is in the bedroom and retiring for the day or just to tell you that he loves you randomly throughout the day.

Of course, you’d always reply back with your own gadget, but to pay back his infinite teasing he has done to you, you decided to ignore him the way he sometimes does to you. Payback.

Your husband called into your frequency. “Dove, are you free right now? Come to my office, I miss you.” and so your game begins. You simply ignored his request and continued getting comfortable in your bed and all the sheets surrounding you, grinning to yourself as you awaited the next time In-ho calls in again, for which you don’t have to wait long for.

“Darling, I am waiting. Do you want me to send someone to pick you up?” Your grin widened as you heard how impatient he was slowly getting with the lack of your response. “I can see you in the bedroom.” That one caught you off guard. Did he install cameras in your shared bedroom??

Almost on cue, your bedroom door opened, revealing the masked Frontman. His shoulders were tense and you could feel his intense state through the mask. You stared back, not expecting how quickly your husband would cave in and visit you himself. Innocently, you batted your lashes at him.

In-ho slipped his mask off and carelessly tossed it on the nightstand. “Why are you ignoring me? Are you upset or just moody?” Unimpressed, you silently glared at him. He gave you an equally uninterested look and leaned down to your face to give you a small peck on your cheek. “Not enough. More.”

A chuckle escaped his lips as his lips cracked into a smile.

“Demanding, aren’t we? Fine. As you wish.”

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Author’s note. Thank you for reading <3

Watch me announce that I’m going to post In-ho’s yandere profile and proceed to get hit with the most ungodly group-assignment in Chemistry. Anyways, take this as an apology! Had to write a little fluff for them since the only thing I’m finding is smut 🙏😭 I’m not complaining but this fluff prompt came to me like a truck during a class of mine. It was originally inspired by this post and I made a similar one before for the Demon Slayer hashira. Check it out if you’re interested!!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <33

[toothfa-1-ry]

YOU STILL LIKE IT THOUGH

GENRE: Fluff, crack fic ish?

PAIRING: Choi su-bong/thanos x preg!fem!reader

FEAT: Nam gyu as the supportive bestie (that he never rlly was)

A/N: this fic i based of a request from anon !! Tbh i changed ALOT of the request (haha- sorry 😞) because I felt like it was a little repetitive and idk i just can't write rlly emotional scenes with Thanos for some reason (??) ALSO I feel like there are parts where Thanos seems ooc? Idk.. i wrote this instead of studying in the span of 30 mins

"Whoo!" You hear Thanos shout on the top of his voice while he high fives nam gyu as they both jump up and down as if they were children in elementary school after winning a play ground game

You manage your groan, suppressing it while you stare at them from afar, of course that crazy fucker managed to pass through the first game.

You hated to admit it, but a part of you was relieved,

You always had a thing for psycho guys, and your ex boyfriend? The one with the brightly dyed hair who was now doing some weird dance seemed to proudly embody every part of that sentiment.

You carefully watch from afar, not wanting to catch his eyes, your hand unknowingly lay over your stomach while you move uncomfortably in the bunk bed

Fuck, your feeling dizzy all over again

You hear a thud against your bed post, you look up slowly, your eyes slightly squinting to see the purple haired boy with a usual frown on his face

"Hey" his eyebrows raise "are you okay"

"I thought I told you to get lost earlier"

Your mood swings weren't really helping either

"Geez woman" thanos tchs but sits beside you in your bed anyways "im just trying to help" grumbling under his breath but the cautious expression in his face saied otherwise

"I came here to brag about how amazing i usually am but seeing you like this is just killing the vibe yknow"

he makes a hand gesture in the air, leaning face closer in an attempt to make you smile which does not go wasted as the smile you tried to supress escaped your face

"Fuck off you loser" your still kneeling, your hands over your knees and your face hiding behind your knees but he hears the smile in your voice anyways.

He wouldn't want to admit it, but he was relieved

He always had a thing for girls with pretty voices and you? The girl right next to him had to have one of the prettiest voices he had ever heard. Ofcourse who would better know than a rapper like himself?

"I thought I told you to stick close to me, instead you leech to that crazy old man" thanos says as he points towards gi hun who sat far away in the opposite side

You immediately slap his hand, causing him to wince while retracing it back, rubbing it softly

"How many times will I tell you! You shouldn't point your hands at strangers especially to people who are older" you scold him rather loudly causing him to wince even more

"Agh" thanos ruffles his neon hair while complaining "why don't you shout louder so that everyone will hear and laugh at me?"

You resist the urge to roll your eyes upon his childish manners, he really didn't change

Thanos suddenly bangs the top of the bunk with a loud sound, taking you by shock

"Oi" his voice loud and almost threatening "nam gyu" calling out the man above the bed

Immediately your taken by shock once more when a man's head pops upside down, with black oily hair falling all over his face from above the bed

"Yes Thanos?" Nam gyu quickly inquired while sparing you a quick glance which didn't go unnoticed by the scowling man next to you

"Did you hear her telling me off?" He points at nam gyu before quickly adding "careful, there's only one correct answer"

Nam gyu pauses and thinks which seems to be the wrong thing to do as it just annoys Thanos

"Whats wrong with you, tell me quickly!"

"N-no! Not at all! Infact nobody heard anything!" Nam gyu quickly says, obviously lying but this seemed to please Thanos who now held a haughty face

Wow, this is was supposedly the father of your unborn child. Shame you and your taste in weird guys

Before Thanos could open his mouth to say something, a group of pink guards enter the room with large containers

Straight away you freeze up, shrinking behind the bed while your heart hammered, fear spread across your face

Noticing your expression on your face, instinctively Thanos covers you with his back, shielding you with his arms which covered your sides while his expression, though you could not see was filled with wariness

The pink guards open the large containers they were carrying as everyone watched quietly, scared as they were unsure of what to expect, you included

The pink guard with the white circle lifts up a piece of bread and milk "lunch time" announcing in the same robotic voice like all the other guards

A sigh of relief escapes your mouth as your shoulders relax, unlike you Thanos still shields you, covering your face with his back

You hit him with a thud on the back of his head

"What the hell man" thanos turns around, his eyes glaring at you

"Stop trying to act like a hero you shameless prick" you frown even though his actions did leave you with a warm feeling in your heart

"Your acting so protective after all the stunt you pulled before we broke up" you continue "seeing you act all so protective is just pissing me off even more"

Thanos throws his head back, groaning "give me a break woman. You know I was going through a hard time"

"Bullshit" your fold your arms, as if it was act to protect yourself, and the unborn baby in your stomach.

The poor thing was only 2 months old

The both of you hear nam gyu cough from above the bed, forgetting that he was there in the first place

Again Thanos bangs the top of the bunk, causing you to give him a look

"Stop doing that" you scold him

"doing what?" Thanos raises his eyebrow before banging the top of the bunk again while sticking his tongue at you

Nam gyu pops back down again, upside down, the sight would have been hilarious only if you weren't experiencing the pain in your stomach and the sight of the man sitting beside you

"Go get lunch for me and my girl" thanos tilts his head towards you while avoiding your eyecontact while you tell yourself not to think about the fact that he still referred to you as 'his girl'

"go fast what are you still doing here" thanks reprimanded nam gyu

Nam gyu awkwardly stood unsure of what to say "but it's just one bread and one milk per person"

"Then give her yours" thanos said simply "and go steal someone's lunch for me"

"Then what about for me?" Nam gyu asked dumbfounded which caused Thanos to pause and think for a while

"That's not my fucking problem man- now go" he pushes him away, leaving you with a heavy sigh

"I don't want to eat"

"Don't talk bullshit" thanos eyes you "you think i'm gonna let you starve? I never did, and i wont be starting now"

Again with the whole protective boyfriend act, fuck, why did it make your heart race a little?

"Your still such an asshole, you didnt change a bit" you huffed as you leaned behind, resting your back against the wall

"Well you changed" thanos says which quirks your curiosity

"How so?'

"I don't know" he shrugs "something is different. Something happened, i can't exactly ppint my fi ger at it though"

Your eyes dart away from his while your breathing started to fasten slightly

"Oh yea? How so?" You ask, your voice slightly higher than it was which Thanos picks up immediately

"Ohoho" he grins "did I get it right? Did you get something done?" He glances you up and down which leads you to hitting him

"Ow- i was just joking, you still take everything so seriously" he grumbled holding your hand from hitting him "I wish that part had changed'

Your other hand comes swinging which he again grabs softly

"jokingg" he says in a sing song voice before letting both your arms go leaving you with a scowl and him with a satisfied smirk in his face

"Asshole" you mutter which stretches his smirk even more

"You still like it though"

You almost swear you heard a hint of vulnerability in his tone, prompting you to glance at him quickly just to catch him already looking at you

"So? Aren't you gonna ask me what has changed?" You ask slowly, in your head trying to process whether your doing the right thing or not,

You first found out you were pregnant with your baby right after you and Thanos broke up.

The following days, whenever you went to pay him a visit, he was always missing, causing you to believe maybe it was better for him not to know. And then you suddenly meet him for the first time after your breakup during the squid games

The timing was almost comical

"Why?" Thanos continued still with an amused face "you still seem the same on the inside"

Your hand immediately goes to your stomach, slowly tracing along it from above the green track jacket which everyone wore

"Don't tell me your sick or something" thanos asks with his voice slightly raised as he notices your action "fuck are you?"

His eyes slightly widens as he frowns "hey" he snaps his finger upon your zoning out "are you sick?"

"Hm?" You ask confused

"What the fuck" he swears under his breath with a anxious expression on his face while his hand runs through his finger "is that why your here? To win some money for your treatment?"

"Su Bong its not like that-" All your attempts of correcting him seemed to be futile as he sweared loudly, getting out of the bed

"Shit shit shit!" He grabs his head while he paced around the floor, a sight you had seen a few times over the span of your relationship

"ofcourse that's why your here, you would only be here for a sensible reason"

"Oh, su bong" you attempt to appeal to him, reaching your hand out, pulling his closer towards you while he hands were still over his head, eyes lowered

"Fuck baby I'm so sorry" he breathed out "shit i never should have left, i thought" he paused "I thought I'd win some money and get you back, give you the life you really deserve but"

You watch his dazed expression while he rambled, you bit you underlip, hesitant of whether to tell him the truth still

"Fuck, i didn't even know that, i didn't even know you were sick-"

Before he could continue again you grab his face , forcing him to look at your face

"I'm not sick, that's not why im here"

Thanos breathed heavily, everything felt so real suddenly, he felt his cross necklace strapped around his neck, his fingers itching to pop a pill in his mouth to sooth his nerves

"I'm not sick" you shake your head as you lean your forehead against his "su-bong"

You can still feel his strained breaths and darting eyes

"I'm pregnant"

And it all stopped,

You held your breath, afraid of what would happen if you let go, your could heart your heartbeat from your ears, feel the realisation setting inside thanos,

You were scared. Scared of how he would react

He breaks away first, slowly and gently. Staring at you with no expression in his face,

"And it's yours" you rapidly feel the need to add, taken back by his silence which didn't not suit him "and i know having a kid was never in your plan, and i know things are over between us but-"

Your body is wrapped by his arms and his face nestles in your neck, pulling your deeper in his embrace

"Holy shit" thanos whispers in your ear, you can hear the giddiness radiating off his voice "im a dad"

"Yea you are" you laugh a little as you say "your a dad"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I never got the chance to"

Thanos furrows his eyebrows but doesn't press any more "will you let me be our baby's dad?" He ask

"You know I grew up without a dad, this kid doesn't deserve that" he pokes your stomach with a soft grin which looked slightly odd against his eccentric features "I wanna be in this kids life"

You nodd softly, hearing his words

"And yours too" thanos looks up to you, grinning while he winked at you "senorita"

"You corny bastard" you laugh shaking your head

"You still like it though"

You nodd your head, with tenderness in your eyes and voice

"I do"

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"Thanos!" Nam gyu came running with 3 pieces of sweet bread and 3 packets of milk "I got it! Do you know how much trouble i went to get all these-"

"Give it here " thanos grabbed all the bread and milk away "why did you take so long anyways"

Nam gyu held his hands as he pouted "I mean- i had to fight like 2 guys for bread and milk for us-"

Thanos brushed him off as he opened all the packets of bread and poked in the straw of all the milk packets

"Uhm thanos" nam gyu apprehensively called out "What are you doing?"

Thanos hands you all the bread and urges you to eat while he holds the packets of milk in his hand, ready to feed you

Thanos gestures towards you who was sitting in the bed, now wrapped in not only your jacket but his aswell "can't you see the lady is pregnant"

Nam gyu scratched his head "pregnant? With who?"

Thanos shakes his head, exaggerating his actions "dumb ass, she's pregnant with my baby ofcourse" he announced like it was the most obvious thing in the world

"Holy shit!" Nam gyu gaped his hand covering his mouth as he stares at you while you sheepishly smile at him

Thanos let out a small laugh which then slowly grew louder

"What? Why are you surprised? Ofcourse i succeeded in my first try- fuck" he kneels down in pain after being striked by you in the stomach

Nam gyu pulls a face in behalf of Thanos as he pats his back sympathetically while he whispers to you

"Don't worry. I know it probably wasnt his first try or anything- ow" nam gyu kneels on the ground after being hit in the stomach by thanos

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"What... what are you guys doing?" You question as you approach Thanos and nam gyu who were huddled up in a corner, in a long rather quiet conversation which seemed like an unusual activity for both of them to part take in

Both in the 'discussion' and 'quiet' part

Thanos loops his arm around your with a proud smirk on his face while urging nam gyu to announce what they were discussing

Nam gyu nodds eagerly as gets up in his two feet quickly, standing straight and tall with a loud and confident voice "we have decided the perfect name for the baby !!"

You see thanos's broad smile and nam gyu's confident voice, uneasiness settling in your stomach for whatever name they picked out

"These is the name that Thanos and i have personally given a lot of thought for and chosen after much contemplation !!"

Thanos nodded his head with a content expression while he winked at you, assuring that you'll like it

"Ahem" nam gyu clears his throat "before I announce the name that we have chosen, i would like to give recognition to the name we almost chose aswell !!"

Thanos immediately began clapping his hand loudly "waaah, I never knew you could speak so well "

This comment made nam gyu's chest fill swell with pride as he puffs out his chest a little

"I shall now, announce the first runners up, the name that almost was given to the new born baby"

nam gyu pauses which prompts Thanos to make the sound of drum rolls

"Nebula" nam gyu announces as he and thanos clap loudly.

Seeing your still figure both men urge you to claps aswell

"Nebula?" You mutter under your breath "where have i heard that name before?"

"And now, the name that has been selected over numerous selection test and discussion, the name of the baby is" nam gyu points at your stomach

"Gamora"

Thanos whoops loudly, both nam gyu and him clapping their hands in the air while you stand off handedly as it hits you

"Your naming our child after the daughter of the purple alien monster from a superhero movie?!"