#i know im just complaining but like i'm tired and frustrated let me complain

[mysicklove]

thots on kitty!bakugou getting his nipples played with for the first time? feels so good it scares him, i bet. good enough to break down his sense of pride to beg for you to get your wrap? hehe

𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄

Pairing: Sub! Bottom! Cat Hybrid! Bakugou x Dom! Top! AFAB! Reader

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: Pegging, HEAVY nipple play, anal play, mention of collar, katsuki swears in like every sentence, nickname "kitty", hints of sadistic reader, pain/pleasure play ig.

A/N: I kinda changed it up just a tad anon im sorry lol. but i loved this idea so much i had to turn it into a fic. damn another fic that is not a kinktober one, ughhh

Your kitty has a very sensitive chest. Of course, Bakugou would never tell you this. You have a problem with bullying him a little bit, poking fun at him until he hisses at you, or teasing his body until he cries from frustration. Telling you about his nipples is a one-way ticket to mewling under you. He's not taking that ride.

So he hides it. Relatively well too; he tries his best not to press his ears back and whimper when you accidentally graze one of the buds. Instead, moving your hand away from his chest either up to his collar or beneath his pants.

You never suspected a thing. Just how Katsuki like it.

"Kitty, I'm home!" You chirp, opening the front door with a small content smile on your face. Katsuki peers up at you from the couch where he was napping, a frown plastered on his face.

"Why did you take so fucking long?" He complains, automatically getting up from the couch, and making his way over to you. He leans slightly leans down, and your hand reaches up to pet him. His ears twitch and he lets a gruff sigh at the feeling of your fingers.

"Sorry, Kats. There was a car accident on the way home. Traffic was bad. But anyways, how are you?"

He pulls away from you before he starts purring, his pride getting the better of him. "Fine. Dinner is getting cold."

He walks away toward the kitchen before you can respond, fixing you a plate while you sigh and slump against the dinner table chair. He sits down next to you, and you thank him. He lets out a grunt in response. The best you'll get out of him.

Dinner goes down relatively quietly. Katsuki isn't much of a talker, and you were tired from the day. You needed a little bit of energy before holding a conversation between you too.

"Want to do it tonight," He says finally breaking the comforting silence. 

You pause, looking up with a raised eyebrow. He doesn't make eye contact with you, but his cheeks are slightly pink. He tries to act all bold, but both of you know he always is so embarrassed to suggest these things. A prime subject to tease. "Do what?"

His ears fall back and he glares at you. "You know what."

You balance your head on your hand. "Hm?"

"Want to...Fuck." He sighs, staring at his bowl with bared teeth.

"You want me to fuck you?" You say, now grinning at him.

Katsuki dramatically stands up from the table, his face now blooming red. He leaves the bowl on the table, and his tail sways behind him. 

"Never mind. I'm going to bed."

You are up in an instant, chasing after him before he gets too far. Without really thinking much of it, you reach out from behind him and grab his chest, pulling his back against your front.

Katsuki doesn't have time to hide himself. He feels your hands grip accidentally grip his nipple, and he whimpers. Loud and shakily, while his eyes furrow to process the overbearing feeling.

The two of you freeze, both with wide eyes. He doesn't dare to move, afraid of what you'll say.

You loosen your grip slightly on his chest, and he lets out a breath of relief. But you don't dare to let him go, now intrigued. Slowly, your hands begin to run over his chest, taking notice of the way his breath hitches when you hit his nipples.

Your face curls with a feral grin, happy to find something new about your pet. "Oh, Kats. You didn't tell me you were so sensitive here."

His ears are pinned to his head, and he gulps. "Fuck you. 'm not"

You gently pinch his right nipple and his eyes widen, a broken whine falling from his lips. "Hmm? You sure, love?"

"Don't do that!" He pleads as he shrinks away from your fingers and into your chest, afraid you'll pinch him again.

You press a kiss to his neck in apology. Then you grab his hand and lead him into the bedroom. "Let's go fulfill your request, yeah kitty?"

He stares at the hand and then you, nervously. He knows you are going to abuse him, and he's not sure if he can take it, but on the other hand, he really wants to be fucked.

He's willing to take the risk. "Alright."

You know too much. Another thing to hold above his head. How is he ever going to escape your cruel hands if his body is so complaint with them?

"Fuck you! S-Stop! The teeth."

Your mouth has made his way to his chest in a matter of minutes of the two of you being in the bedroom. He is laying limp against the mattress, and your finger is moving in and out of his hole, prepping him for later.

But your current fixation was seeing how far he can go with his tits solely. You are still working on the intensity, and seeming to how Katsuki is dripping tears, it's probably too much for him. Your teeth barely even grazed him. "My fault. Didn't mean to, shhh don’t cry kitty."

He clenches his teeth together and the back of his arm covers his face, embarrassed about the tears You begin kitten licking the nipple and he sniffles, being okay with this sort of pressure.

Gently, you reassure yourself and your fingers continue their prodding. He has already taken two of them, and now you are scissoring the hole. He was taking them well, moaning gently under you with no complaint.

You gently begin to to suck, and the cat let's out a shaky moan. Not a whimper or a cry, a better sign. Your other hand travels to his other side and you gently travel circles around the pink nub. His back arches slightly and his mouth opens.

“There ya go. See we did it Kats. Doesn't hurt so bad now, hmm?”

He gulps, slightly gripping onto the sheets from the prodding sensation and your antics on his chest. It's overwhelming him, and he is struggling to bite back moans. “Dumbass. Just be gentle.” His voice doesn't hold a bite, instead it's higher in pitch and shaky.

Cute. But he always was, unitentionally of course. His pride is to big to try to act cute sole for you (even if you begged him multiple times).

He keens when you press your fingers onto his prostate, clenching his teeth with his ears pressed against the top of his head. You immediately distract him from the sensation by gently sucking his nipple.

His eyes fling open in an instant, and he choking out moans. "Not at the same time!"

You ignore his pleads, and switch to the other side. He grabs the back of your head and grips onto it desperately. The feeling makes you wince, but you don't stop your movements.

Eventually when it gets too much for the cat, he forces you away from his chest. You glance at him, slightly peeved, but your eyes widen at the sight.

Tears are streaming down his face, and he's trembling. His ears are pressed flat upon his head, and drool slightly drips from the corner of his lips. He is shaking his head at you, slowly but full of emotions. "No more. No more. 's too much. Just fuck me already!"

You peer down at his chest to see both of the nubs swollen and throbbing. You have abused them for too long, and it almost made you feel bad. Your poor kitty didn't deserve this, but alas, his wet teary eyes made it worth it. You couldn’t help but bully him if he looked so cute.

But, you take pity on him, and grab the strap, lubing it up, along with his entrance. He bites back a whimper at the coolness, but you force it out when you press a kiss to his thighs.

You pull your fingers out and he lets out an obviously displeased noise, trying to follow the digits. "So needy," You coo, and he scoffs, rolling his eyes, but blushing.

Then you line the toy up to his hole, and his ear twitch. He gulps and stares at the silicon, trying to contain his excitement. You begin to press it in, and he sighs, closing his eyes.

Slowly, you bottom out, and the cat lets out a breathy moan. A finger travels up to his chest again, and he jumps when you drag it over again. "Not—Not again."

You lean forward, now completely above him, waiting for him to adjust to the length. You circle the bud and kiss his cheek when he whines out. "Cant' help myself. You're so cute, Kats."

"F-Fuck you! Stop teasing me," He warbles, his eyes hazy and lips wet from his own saliva.

You begin your movements and he clings onto you. His mouth flies open, exposing his pointed canines that you are so fond of. "Such a cute kitty with such an adorable, sensitive body. I'm so spoiled."

He shakes his head, tears dripping down his cheeks. "Just shut up, and fuck me!"

You giggle into his neck, and pinch one of his nipples. His whole body jerks and whines, loud and pathetic. He trembles under you and glares at you, which doesn't look threatening at all considering they are wet from tears. "Be nice Katsuki."

He doesn't say anything, afraid you'll pinch him again. Instead, he nods his head and wraps his legs around your hips, silently signaling he wants more and quickly.

You abide his wishes and quicken your pace, and he mewls out, latching his mouth onto your shoulder. You grin at him and kiss the side of his head, mumbling words of encouragement.

His grinds himself on the strap, and his eyes roll at the feeling of his throbbing cock rubbing against your stomach. Mixed with earlier teasing, he felt like he was already close to cumming. He grips onto you and begins to beg for you to go faster.

But much to his dismay, you don't listen to him. Instead, you purr in his ear, "Katsuki~"

He clenches his teeth at the thrust, but whines at your words. Something bad was coming, he could tell. "Hmm?"

"Touch yourself."

He doesn't hesitate to reach down and begin stroking himself off, but you catch his wrist with the first stroke. He gulps and glances at you hesitantly.

You stare at him, smiling softly. Then, you lean forward and press your lips to his ears. "Your nipples, silly."

Your pace hasn't slowed and he can barely process your words, but the way you drag his fingers back to his chest lets him know exactly what you want.

He shakes his head furiously, clinging onto you. "Nooooooooo. Fuck, they hurt!"

You balance yourself on you forearm above him, and use your other to thumb over one of the buds. He moans, slightly arching his back. "They won't. See? Gotta be gentle, love."

He looks up at you with a pout and teary eyes, but nods hesitantly. His hands travel down to his chest, and he uses both hands to trace circles on them. The blonde whimpers out, shutting his eyes to try to manage the strange mix of pain and pleasure.

You finally quicken your pace, and Bakugou groans, not knowing what to with his body. He feels the sticky feeling of pre cum leaking on his abdomen, but his hands are too busy to wipe it away.

"m gonna cum."

"Are you asking for permission?"

He wasn't, and the both of you knew that. "Y-Yeah."

You smile at him, pressing a kiss to his tear stained lips. "As long as you touch your nipples through it all."

He wants to protest, already feeling overstimulated from both of the intense pleasures, but he also wants to cum. So, he nods with a sniffle. You rub you fingers over his twitching ears, and he leans into the warmth.

The pressure begins to build up, and hes now gently flicking his nipples. Hes withering from his own ministrations, and the ruthless pace of your strap isn't helping at all. Every breath is a moan, or a whine, and he shivering. "Fuck. Fuck. Im cumming. I can't!"

"Go ahead, kitty."

His whole body contracts, and his eyes screw shut. It tears viciously through him, and he's crying out. Its loud, high in pitched, but cute.

His hands clench up on his nipples, so you lean down and press your mouth to one. His shaky hands find the back of your hand and he curses, back now arching completely off the sheets.

Cum leaks onto his stomach, and some onto yours. His tail goes pin straight, and his ears are pinned to his head.

His high lasts longer than usual, about thirty seconds, and by the end of it his clinging onto you desperately while you coo at him.

When he comes down from his orgasm, he is heaving, trying to catch his breath again. You gently pull out during this time and he lets out a small gasp, but other than that doesn't complain. He falls limp against the bed, his body sweaty and flushed.

You take off the strap and begin to wipe him down with a washcloth, humming softly in your work. You are careful to leave his nipples alone, knowing hell prob freak out if you even graze them now. They are puffy and red, and most likely throbbing.

"You with me Katsuki?" You say, glancing hesitantly at him, almost feeling bad about his chest.

"Yeah, I'm here, you brat."

You laugh gently, glad your cat is back to his usual antics. "Ironic," You tease, grinning at him.

He doesn't find it funny. "Hey fuck you. I listened well today! Even after you tried torturing me." The last part comes out as a mumble, pouting into his pillow.

Your eyes whole a sadistic glaze to them, and he gulps, wondering what you are going to say next. "If you think thats torture, oh kitty, what do you think we buy you some nipple clamps?"

He throws a pillow at you and hisses before you could finish your next thought.

[captain-joongz]

Thinking about free use husband!Joshua…

Coming home to him and wrapping your arms around him from behind while he is cooking .. kissing his neck and shoulders and teasing him until he gets hard

Making him keep cooking while you start to touch him cruelly, praising and degrading him in the same breath

And he loves it, letting you do whatever you want to him, making him submit, even though he would do it willingly, this way makes his body shake, until he has to turn off everything and stop before he collapses on the floor…

Maybe this doesn’t make any sense, maybe it does, I cant really tell im too tired 😭

- ✨

(Btw you’re gonna get that job!!)

so sorry for the delay darling, i ended up taking a little break for dinner and a shower, but now i'm back and more ready than ever to tackle this delicious scenario~

and thank you for the encouragement! i honestly don't know how to feel about the interview today, but hopefully it didn't go completely awfully haha! i have another one tomorrow afternoon, so there's more awaiting ! but that one is for an english teacher, which i think should be perfect for me <3

here's your delicious little story ✨anon <3 and as always, hard hours continue and will continue for another week !!

warnings: cursing, marking, subby Shua, handjob, cumming in pants

ooooh now, Joshua is a little bit of a wild card, isn't he? i feel that he has a strong and easy-going enough personality that people would assume he'd like to naturally lead, but also there's this air of gentleness and prettiness about him that just screams "i'll let someone take care of me", not to mention that he's a sassy little bastard

so maybe he would sometimes brat out a little, have some cheeky remarks, but deep down he just loved submitting to you, especially when you came home all fired up from a long hard day at work. oh he'd know that you'd need to get your hands on him and unwind with the fierce aura of exhaustion and frustration enveloping you

he'd at least hoped he'd be able to finish the dinner he was preparing for the two of you, but then you were in the kitchen, wrapping your hands around him in a back-hug, smushing your face into his shoulder

"hard day?"

"oh god, you don't even know. janet from accounting is being a cunt again, it's crazy."

for a few moments the chatter between you flowed without interruption, you hanging off of him and loudly complaining about a coworker that's been making your life ten thousand times harder, and he'd started to relax and focused back onto cooking

but that's what you were waiting for

the second you could feel him untense in your hold, your hands started to wander. at first only slowly caressing his sides or across his tummy, touches that could easily be read as comfort, but then your hand strayed a little too up and pressed up on his nipple just as you pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his neck, both feeling and hearing his breath hitch under you

"baby..." he'd say breathlessly, trying to reprimand you but his body would already be heating up with the promises it came to understand from your hands

you wouldn't stop, for anything, busying yourself by leaving hot laving kisses to his neck and behind his ear, one hand carefully massaging his scalp and tugging at his hair while the other one slyly made its way under his t-shirt to tease his nipple without the barrier of clothing

you'd love the feeling of him tensing under you, his body going all high-strung when you'd press down on the stiff little peak and push it around with your lazy fingers, breaths leaving him in huffs and sighs every time you'd tug his hair a little harder

he'd still try to pretend to be fully focused on cooking, but it would all grow hazy in front of his eyes, his lids threatening to fall shut with every electrifying rush of lust and pleasure from your ministrations, and soon he'd start messing up - clumsy hands dropping the spoon, crushing the ingredients in his palms on every hard bite you distributed to his neck, and you'd chuckle at his plight

"what is it, baby? aren't you a little clumsy tonight?"

he'd huff at your words but say nothing, stubbornly trying to ignore you and your games - and that would only stoke your fire and provoke you into upping the ante

now sticking your both your hands under his clothes, one migrating to give attention to the other nipple while the second naughty hand travelled south until you were cupping his half-hard cock and punching a moan out of him

"Shua, baby, you're not paying attention to the food at all, i'm so disappointed. i was looking forward to your cooking all day, but you can't focus long enough to not burn it..."

"don't be so mean" he'd whine and you'd tsk at him

"is that any way to talk to me?" gripping him harder, you'd love the way he'd groan under you, hands abandoning the utensils to grip at the counter, but you'd quickly grab them and push them back to the pot

"go on, baby, cook for me if you want my praises"

and Joshua would give it a valiant try, he really would, stirring the food in little aborted motions while you rolled his nipples between your fingers and kissed at the bitten and marked skin of his neck, hand massaging and squeezing the growing bulge in his pants, and the kitchen would be full of the sounds of hissing cooking food and his little sighs and breathless moans

but he'd know it's game over town the moment your hand slipped into his pants and gripped his cock. the skin on skin contact was almost enough to send him crashing to the ground, knees buckling and knocking into each other with the surge of pleasure. and yeah, he definitely didn't even see what he was doing anymore, head tipped back and whines spilling out with every slow measured stroke on his cock

you'd see his hands shaking on the utensils, you'd see how he'd start losing focus, not moving them anymore, instead jerking his hips in tiny little circles to fuck into your hand - and of course you'd still him and tell him he needed to do better - and of course he'd moan at that, his cock jumping in excitement

"i c-can't, fuck, wanna cum please-" you'd recognise the tell tale signs he was close, the way he'd squeeze his eyes shut while his mouth fell open, the way his whines got more and more high-pitched and his hips shook as he supressed the need to pump them into the tightness of your fist

"go on, baby, you've been such a good boy for me"

and that would be all it took for him to frantically start turning the stove off, barely managing to catch onto the counter before the combined stimulation of you biting his ear and squeezing the tip of his throbbing cock sent him over the edge and he came in his pants, shaking in your arms with soft cries

Shua would turn to jelly in your embrace, barely even holding up on his own two feet while the half-cooked food cooled down on the stove, but it would be hard to pay attention to anything else except for his body thrumming with the release and the gentle kisses and praises you whispered into his lips for listening to you so well

divider by @cafekitsune

[missmeinyourbones]

WARM CONVERSATION (suna x reader)

cw: breakup heavy, light mentions of reader going through it, angst to fluff i promise!!!! best friend osamu <3 kinda long im sorry, titled from sad beautiful tragic by taylor swift because what else would it be  

You should've known he’d come over. Should've expected it the moment you sent the text turning down his offer disguised as a reminder. 

A sick part of you almost wants to laugh as you reread the texts on the phone in hand. 

From: Osamu

ur coming with me to atsumu’s stupid thing tonight, right?

To: Osamu

absolutely not 

Not even twenty minutes later (which is impressive, considering Osamu lives at least thirty away from your apartment), an abrasive knock is on your door and you don't even need to check the peephole to see who waits on the other side. 

The moment you open the door with unimpressed eyes, Osamu is opening his mouth to complain. 

“You're shitting me, right?” 

His tone walks the line of being in denial and being pissed, like he can’t quite be angry yet because he’s not sure if you’re joking with him or not. He does a quick once-over of your appearance—with pajamas you've been wearing for three days straight, dirty and unbrushed hair, and a more than half-eaten bag of chips in hand, you choose to shrug. 

“Can’t say I am,” you deadpan before turning your back to him, letting him huff his way into your apartment with urgency. 

“No,” he shakes his head to himself, laughing in disbelief, “no, you’re coming with me.”

Closing your eyes in frustration, your head falls back into a childish groan. 

“Osamu, I really don't want to.” 

“It’ll be good for you,” he's quick to try again. His eager words immediately have you scowling, but he can't tell if the waver in your voice is one on the verge of laughter or tears. 

“And how will celebrating your brother being awarded ‘The Sexiest Man in Japan’ be good for me?”

“Eurgh, not that,” he’s quick to clarify through an over exaggerated gag before reiterating, “just getting out there. Everyone’s missed ya.”

Your glare softens in the slightest at his sweet confession. He uses your hesitation from the sentimental moment to snatch the bag of chips from your grasp and raise his eyebrows in amusement. Instantly, your intimidating glare returns and you’re throwing your hands out at your sides in frustration. 

You whine obnoxiously, rubbing at your eyes with your fingertips before recollecting your stubborn self. 

“I'm no fun to be around right now,” you decide to remind him, crossing your arms in defense and letting him sit on your persistent words. 

Now, it’s Osamu’s gaze that softens at your harsh self-judgment.

“Yer the only one who thinks that,” he tries to match your sarcasm, but you’re sure to note the gentle tone weaving through his breath. 

Tired of the game of cat and mouse, you fold. Plopping yourself on the couch, Osamu cautiously sits next to you, where your head is in your hands and your nose is pinched in thought. 

“He’s back,” your voice is soft, barely above a whisper as your eyes meet the floor, “and he’s gonna be there.”

Osamu merely nods, as if he’s been expecting this point to be made.

“I know,” he agrees, before thinking out loud, “it’ll be the first time you’ve seen him since—” his voice loses its confident edge as his sentence trails off. 

With a humorless laugh, you bitterly finish for him, “Since we broke up?”

“Since you forced him to break up with you,” Osamu corrects through a smug grin, “but yeah.” 

And your eyes roll because he’s not technically wrong, there's just more to it—so you decide on biting your tongue and letting him have that one. 

When silence takes over, you assume that's the end of the conversation. Perhaps that was naive of you to think, as when you turn your head you’re still met with Osamu’s expectant gaze awaiting your response. 

“I don’t know, Osamu,” you give up into a sigh. 

Getting excited at your slipping determination, he sits further up on the couch. 

“I’ll be right there the whole time. I'll drive, we can leave whenever ya want, and if anyone says anything stupid, I’ll defend yer honor, per usual.”

Your silence speaks louder than your resistance, and Osamu can practically taste the victory on his tongue as he watches you loomingly mull it over. 

“You owe me a bottle of wine,” you declare as your head falls back into your hands. 

Osamu silently lunges his fist in the air at his success.

“Damn right I do,” he proudly agrees before tossing you the snack still held in his left hand, “I’ll even throw in a bag of chips, too.” 

…

Walking up to the door of Atsumu’s (disgustingly large) penthouse, the sickening memory of the last time you saw Suna intrudes your mind on repeat. 

You knew he’d be traveling. After officially signing with EJP Raijin, you had thought you braced yourself for this. The early training hours, the late night flights, the stealing time together just for it to be ripped away at any moment. You swallowed that pill and digested it fully.

And then he told you about America. About the year-long tournament and exclusive training program he’d been recruited into. You vividly remember him eagerly bragging about how not even Atsumu got invited. He was thrilled, and you were too, for him. 

But then came the unease, the insecurity that would eat away at your brain every night like a parasite. You couldn’t rest, couldn't live with yourself knowing that there could be more out there for him. You refused to hold him back from fully experiencing whatever this opportunity could bring him. You wanted him happy, whether that was with you or not. 

Needless to say, the breakup came as a surprise to him. Two weeks before he left, just when he had everything he’d ever dreamed of, the thing he needed the most decided to slip from his grasp. 

“You're being stupid,” he threw out in a panic. “You don’t get to just decide that for me when it affects both of us.”

“I already made up my mind,” you'd croaked out through teary eyes and a constricting throat.  

You remember Suna looking at you like he didn't even know you, like he didn't recognize the person standing in front of him. The person who held his heart in their hands, the person he has a ring hidden in his closet shelf for. Unrecognizable. 

Your shaking hands held out in front of you like a plea, you continued to use them to sever your red string of fate from him.

“You don't know what's out there for you. You could love it there, you could meet someone better than—”

“Why would you say that?” he winced at your words. He felt like he was going crazy, like this wasn't really happening. Not to him, not with you. “I don't want anyone who’s not you, I don't even want to think about that, I—”

“Rintaro,” your hand on his salty cheek was the last time he’d feel your touch. He didn't knows that at the moment, refused to believe it, but it was. He knows that now.

“I won't be able to live with myself if I don't do this,” your voice is barely audible behind your sobs. “I’d never forgive myself if I knew you had anything to regret.” 

Regret. 

He places his hand on top of where yours rests on his cheek. 

“I don’t want to do this,” he urgently begged, “I love you.” 

You smiled and it broke whatever was left of his heart.

“And I love you,” you ached. “So go to America, and don't think about me. And if there’s a world where you come back here a year from now and somehow still feel the same, then maybe things could be different. But we won't know that unless you go.” 

Two weeks later, Suna was on a plane to the states—and when he went to call you before he boarded, he was immediately sent to voicemail.

It’s been a year since it happened, but it feels like days when Atsumu opens his french wooden door with a brash welcome. 

The party in itself is fine, probably fun for the average guest invited. Atsumu thought it would be funny to throw himself a congratulatory party for being voted Japan’s Sexiest Man, though with the alcohol coursing through his veins and the hype from his past and current teammates, you’re willing to bet he fully believes it. 

The night passes like nails on a chalkboard, agonizingly slow and leaving you hyperaware of your actions. Conversation is easy enough. Everyone is kind and Osamu holds true to his promise of hanging by your side for the most part. You catch Suna’s gaze a handful of times, never holding it long enough to address it, nor feeling drunk enough to do something about it. You hate how foreign it feels. 

…

The balcony is a refreshing kind of cold on your clammy skin. The jacket you hold tightly against your torso is more so for protection than it is for warmth. 

You’d excused yourself from a small conversation with Iwaizumi and Osamu to escape onto a balcony of (one of) Atsumu’s guest rooms. Just for a moment—a moment to breathe, to stop thinking foolish thoughts, to bury yourself in the drink in your hand. 

The sound of the sliding door interrupts your sulking and your heart drops like glass on concrete.  

“Osamu said I might find you here,” the voice wavers, and you sigh in relief to hear that it’s Aran. 

“Fucking Osamu,” you curse behind a sip of your drink. “Remind me to kill him later.”

Aran laughs earnestly at your clear stress, “M’not that bad, am I?”

“No,” you're quick to correct, “no, I didn't mean it like that.”

Aran’s always been a good friend, to both you and Suna. From your high school days to the entire year you were barely seen in the public eye, he’s always been genuine and attentive. The conversation is natural, a nice distraction from the consistent thumping in both your head and heart. 

You congratulate him on his most recent win. He asks about your work. You tell him about a recent promotion and he manages to successfully tell you about his time in America without directly tying it back to Suna. You appreciate his earnest effort. 

That is, until he clears his throat into the crisp air. 

“He hasn't been with anyone since you,” Aran suddenly breathes. 

You don’t say anything, but he sees how your brow furrows at the sudden declaration.

“He didn't see anyone while he was away, in America,” he clarifies.

He watches your body stiffen at the realization of what he’s talking about. Drink in hand, your arms cross defensively across your chest. You’d attempt to play the pathetic action off as the cold weather if you cared. 

Your tone is a bit harsher than you’d like it to be when you respond. “It wouldn't have mattered if he did, we weren’t together.” 

Aren’t, you mentally correct yourself. We aren't together. It shouldn't matter, no matter the capacity. But with the way Aran’s watching you crumble like a leaf in the wind, both of you know that it does. It matters. 

“I mean—he tried, a few times,” he adds on, “but he couldn't go through with it.” 

Your heart sinks at the mere thought of Suna trying to get back out there, and you hate that you still feel this way because that was the whole point. The reason for the way everything went down the way it did is because you wanted Suna to explore all of his options before choosing you. So why does the mere insinuation of him doing the exact thing you told him to do make bile rise in your chest? 

You sniffle, hoping Aran dismisses it on the chilly breeze as you practically whimper, “Why are you telling me this?”

Aran smiles, but it doesn't meet his eyes. It drips of a melancholy coldness. “Because I think you deserve to know that even when he could’ve, he still didn't do anything.” 

His words grip you like a tight hug, almost constraining as they apply pressure to all the spots you'd numbed months ago. And he must feel it, too, because he decides that he’s said enough.

With a gentle hand placed on your shoulder, he makes his way back inside, but not before prefacing you with a foreboding, “I don't know if he’ll try and talk to you tonight, but if he does, just—think about hearing him out, alright?”

You swallow before nodding, “Sure, I’ll think about it.”

And once again, you're alone with your thoughts—but they're different this time. Less cruel and guilt-ridden, but more so clear and airy. 

You hear the door sliding open once more behind you, and your naivety assumes it’s Aran returning with another final word of wisdom. You’re turning around without a second thought. 

“Aran, I told you I’d–” 

Any blood not tainted by alcohol leaves your face as Rintaro now stands before you, taller than you remember, though you know it’s not even possible. His eyes still look right through your facade, his adam’s apple still prominent as he clears his throat awkwardly.

“Hi,” he bites first.

Your response is immediate, but far weaker, “Hi.” 

He joins you where you lean on the railing, practically shoulder to shoulder as the two of you stare at the dimming streetlights, sipping on drinks that suddenly don’t feel strong enough. 

“Congrats,” eventually falls from your lips, “on everything. You deserve it all.” 

“Thanks,” he returns, though you know it’s only to segue into what slips from his lips next. “You look great,” he lamely chokes out. 

Your response is immediate and cold, “You don't have to.”

“Don’t have to what?” Suna chokes out after a second of confusion. 

“Lie,” you breathe, eyes still focused on the street below. “I’ve looked like shit for the past year, I’m well aware.”

Within the entire mourning period of the breakup, you’ve barely taken care of yourself. You look unhealthy—sunken cheeks and dark circles and skin and bones and sadness. But Suna doesn't see it that way. 

Sure, you look different, but you always look different. You're always growing and changing one way or another. And while he might wish you looked like you got more sleep, that's for selfish reasons, not superficial ones. Your eyes still hold the same shape they did when he left you, your hands still smaller and cold. Your lips still the same mold against his, he hopes. 

“I always think you look beautiful,” he disagrees with a mere shrug, “you still look like you.”

You swallow back a whimper at his honest words, before clearing your throat and biting the bullet.

“Why’re you out here, Suna?”

The last name stings, but he chooses to ignore it for now. There are bigger issues at hand. 

He states the obvious, “It’s been a year. M’back from America.”

He watches you nod in agreement, “Yeah, I can see that.” 

“Do you remember what you said?”

Your throat closes at his words. 

“Rintaro—”

“I went,” his voice raises in desperation to get his point across, “and I had all the freedom in the world. Could’ve done whatever the fuck I wanted to. And I did, or I tried to, but I wouldn’t because it wasn’t with you.” 

“I know,” your pitch matches his, “that was the point. I wasn’t going to let you do something if you couldn’t do it properly.”

He shakes his head at your stupid reasoning, the same stupid reasoning that ruined everything in the first place. You were so sure that there was more out there for him, that he’d be swept off his feet by some American woman and forget you entirely. And because of his own fear, he was forced to go along with it and prove you wrong. Stupid, stupid, stupid. 

“Well guess what?” he takes a sip of his bottle before swallowing harshly, “I did it, and it sucked, and now I'm back and nothing’s changed on my end.”

He takes a step closer to you, shaky hand raising in slow motion so you see it coming, so you have a chance to flinch or dodge or run, and you don’t. You let him rest it on your cheek, just like you did that night, and you let him tilt your jaw up to look at him properly for the first time in a year. 

“Now I know what it’s like to be with you and to be without you, and I still just fucking want you.”

You take a moment to admire him, just as beautiful as the day you’d left him. He’s porcelain and tangible and here for the first time in a—

“And it’s been a year,” he reminds you through a sad smile, “like you said.”

You let out a wet giggle through your shaky core, “It’s been eleven months.”

Rintaro groans as if he’s been punched in the gut, and the feeling of your laughter erupting even louder shoots what he assumes must feel like drugs straight to his heart. Ever so gently, he swipes a stray tear from your lash line. 

“Don't make me wait another month,” he begs, “please.” 

Rintaro thanks whatever deity might've listened to his endless prayers these past eleven months, because for the first time ever, you listen to him. Obey him without complaint as you let him press his lips to yours, and he’s overwhelmed with warmth at the realization that they do still mold against his all the same. 

“I love you,” he breathes in between breaks from your lips, “never stopped loving you.”

“I know,” you match his hunger, “I love you.”

Between overdue kisses and eager gazes to ensure that you are, indeed, real, Suna lets go of all of his regrets. 

“M’never letting that happen again,” he shakes his head at his own stupidity, “never letting you go again.”

“Okay,” you mindlessly nod into his hands. 

“Never letting you make a stupid decision like that for the both of us.”

“Sorry—”

“Never letting you look at me like that from across the room just to look away. I mean, what the fuck was that—” 

You shove him out of embarrassment and oh, it feels like love. “Okay, I get it,” you whine. 

And when the night passes in eventual hours that feel like mere seconds, ending up with you in Suna’s lap and everything under the moon being discussed, he’s brought back to reality as you begin to rise from his hold.

Rintaro instantly ushers you back on top of him, “Hey, hey, where d’you think you’re going?”

You comply with his gesture, but not without rolling your eyes. “Shouldn't we go back inside? They're gonna wonder where we are.” 

“Let ‘em,” his head is buried into your neck, a feathery kiss placed as he tightens his hold on you. “I just got you back, lemme hold onto you for a little longer.” 

…

+ bonus scene!

Between tipsy laughter and friendly competition, the party going on inside should be busy with a handful of different things. But the leading contender of entertainment for the group of friends seems to be partaking on the balcony. 

Too lost in one another, you’re grateful you don't see the tufts of red hair peeking out behind the curtain, hoping to catch a glimpse of the long-awaited reunion taking place. 

“It's working, I think it’s working!” Hinata beams, bouncing from window to window trying to get the best view.

“She’s on his lap,” Kita, who traveled a decent way to see this (oh, and for Atsumu, too), notes. “Do you think they’ve kissed yet?”

Speaking of the devil, Atsumu pushes his old captain aside as he drunkenly whines, “Aw, we missed it?”

The crowd of overgrown men bursts into childish chatter. 

“Don't be a fuckin’ creep.” 

“I didn’t mean it like that, you idiot.” 

“They’ve had to have kissed by now, we just weren’t paying attention.”  

“Yep, they're kissing!” Bokuto excitedly confirms, watching the two of you outside like a rom-com displayed on the silver screen. 

Osamu’s attention is finally sparked at this confirmation. 

“Oh thank god,” he impatiently shoves through the crowd to confirm the sight with his own eyes, and when he deems it to be true, he exhales a long overdue breath of relief. ‘‘That was the worst year of my life.” 

Aran tilts his head in confusion, “I thought it was only eleven months—”

“Eleven months too long.”

[f0point5]

I feel like Im beating a dead horse, but I'm seriously SO tired of seeing people complaining about the penalties Max got in Mexico and how they need to be more strict WITH HIM. Like I'm sorry but you can't have separate rules for one driver just because you don't like his driving style. This is how Max has driven since he got to F1. Does he go a little overboard sometimes, yes but I wouldn't call his driving dangerous.

In Austin when Lando got the penalty - his fans were arguing Lando shouldn't have gotten in and Max should have regardless of the rules because it was "unsportsman like" to push someone off track yet there was no outrage when another driver push another driver off the track. In Mexico now that Max WAS penalized they're sayin that he should have been given a HARSHER penalty because he ruined Landos race. The goal post is always moving in regards to Max.

Now that there are only 4 races left of the season, I feel like people are complaining more and more about Maxs diving because he's "ruining" Landos WDC attempt. Like are you expecting him to just see him coming up behind him and be like oh I should just let Lando go by.

At this rate, if Lando is near Max on a corner he's just going to intentionally go off track and claim Max pushed him and Max will probably get penalized. Its also frustrating seeing Lando fans hoping for a Max DNF "because he deserves it". God forbid you tell them you want Lando to DNF and they lose their minds.

Thanks for coming to my TedTalk. I've some how got on the side of trash talking Max TikTok and its a struggle.

I don’t think any one with even the barest of wheel knowledge is arguing that the penalties should have been higher and if they are they’re just talking from bias and I like to think they’d acknowledge that. Because that line of thinking is baseless and nonsensical. It’s fine to not like a driver or like a driver but you can’t advocate that the rule be completely made up depending on who is involved in the incident. That is unsporting.

Again, according to the rules, it doesn’t matter if Max punted Lando straight into Venezuela - they don’t hand out penalties according to the consequences of the action. Everyone knows this. So no you don’t get extra harsh penalties just because you “ruined” someone’s race.

Thing is, it’s pretty rare that the guy ahead in the championship doesn’t have the car to fight the challenger. It’s a unique situation that Max’s fight is with his own equipment after managing to get himself far enough ahead early in the year. Also rare that there’s such a disparity in the wheel to wheel racing skill between two title challengers on top of a car disparity. It’s created a unique set of problems.

People want to talk about “sportsmanlike” like it’s a real thing, some code of ethics. It’s not. It’s literally whatever the people who are actually in the sport say it is (not what HannahF1McKaren on twitter decides it is, mind you). I think McLaren bullying a driver into letting his teammate past to gift him a win in front of everyone is unsportsmanlike. But that’s me.

They’ve been calling Max dangerous since he entered f1, meanwhile it’s the FIA whose decisions have routinely caused more material harm to drivers. It’s Lewis Hamilton whose driving ended up giving another driver a sustained concussion. Villeneuve is out there saying Max is going to kill someone but he’s the one whose driving resulted in an actual death.

People like who they like, whatever, but when they start talking shit that’s when I just check out lol.

[mainbrqin]

HIIIII I LOVED YOUR SEAMOON HCS SO MUCH!!!!!!! and I noticed you liked polyancients too so I was wondering if you can give me some polyancients hcs of all the ancients but mainly centered around golden cheese!! it's alright if you wanna do all of them btw I'm down for anything HAHAHAHAHAHHA anyways thank youuuu!!

AWWWH THIS IS THE NICEST ASK IVE GOTTEN IN TUMBLR THUS FAR 😭💕 TYSM IM GLAD YOU LIKED THEM

gonna do all five of the ancients cause imjust that nice 💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻

pure vanilla

Half-Cakehound (has the ears and tail)

Incredibly affectionate. CUDDLES FOR DAYSSS

Has never snapped once in his life but has a lot of bottled up rage so don't press your luck too far

The shortest of the ancients, standing at 5'3"

Coincidentally the oldest of the ancients

Pretty much rules over everything (think of it like american systems, the ancients decide something and he has the final say-so over it and how far these laws go)

Beats his head with his fists when he's frustrated and kicks his feet (autism)

Gets distracted very easily (adhd)

Can't see without his staff, so he just walks around with it

Also declares he doesn't need it and runs into something two seconds later

Amazing patience and willpower

Actually can throw a pretty killer punch

That shit HURTS.

Kind enough to accept someone into his life, but kind enough to let them hurt others and get away with it.

Scarily high alcohol tolerance and beat Hollyberry in a drinking contest (never won again)

dark cacao

Very cold-hearted and rather cruel, but held in high regard for his wiseness.

Second tallest of the ancients but is also the youngest (L)

Has a huge staring problem that he plays off as observing.

Anger issues. BIG TIME.

Actually half dragon but nobody knows that yet

Constantly tired because he has to deal with the shitheads that are the ancients and their kin

Not very affectionate

Has been on the receiving end of a PV punch a few times when he was younger and would never do it again

Awful at sports

Often startled by pranks

Very low alcohol tolerance (double L)

hollyberry

Airheaded and dense

Tallest of the ancients and second youngest

Has escaped her guards several times and also helped the other ancients escape their guards

Makes a game out of getting on PVs nerves but has never gotten him to snap

Will never live him beating her in a drinking contest down

Aroace and pan

Also very affectionate but usually breaks a few bones of her friends and family giving them hugs

Usually a very lovey-dovey drunk (much to the displeasure of her friends)

white lily

Reclusive, yet kind

Second oldest ancient and a few inches taller than PV

Spends most of her time with Hollyberry and PV

Affectionate when she wants to be affectionate, but is very willing to accept affection

A very good cuddler

Often asleep in her room

Has a very soft singing voice that often puts her friends to sleep

Has a few strands of black and red hair from her time as D.E., as well as some mild vitiligo

Can change her form at will (D.E. is more of an alternate personality now, though she still exists)

Would absolutely worship the ground her friends walk on if she could

Mother of Herb and Clover with PV as the biological father

golden cheese

Cold and sarcastic, yet also down to earth and resourceful

Taller than PV, yet shorter than White Lily at the very middle in terms of age

Wears goggles when she flies to protect her eyes

Not super affectionate, but likes to be hugged and cuddled

Spoiled as fuck

Wears golden braces around her wrists and neck similar to the ones of African culture

Mother of Dark Choco, Roguefort, Earl Gray and Eclair, but favors Eclair over her other children

Complains about being bored every two seconds

Likes to give herself birdbaths in the bathtub

Can sleep almost anywhere

Queen of pranks

Can be very sweet if she wants to be, which isn't very often

poly ancients

They all cuddle Dark Cacao and Holly when they sleep, fight me about it

Watch movies together and talk the whole time (PV sometimes tells them to hush so he can hear what's going on in the movie)

Golden Cheese proceeds to talk twice as loud to annoy him (it works)

White Lily refuses to wake anyone but PV up with kisses, but will give affection to her other partners as an apology

PV is (probably) the favorite of the poly and he knows this, but doesn't brag

They all make breakfast together in the morning

If one of them is sick, the others will bring food and medicine to them while they're in quarantine

PV almost never gets sick, so sometimes he'll sit with the sick ancient and read or talk to them

If PV gets sick, the whole poly panics, because if he gets sick, the illness can be bad for him since he's not particularly good with his immune system

Give each other kisses RELIGIOUSLY

PV sometimes likes to give them kisses right after putting on lipstick so he can hear them fuss about makeup on their face (White Lily and Holly don't mind actually)

They all help PV with autism meltdowns via pressure therapy and kisses

When PV is angry, the other ancients just dip before he snaps (he never does)

Have very different music genera preferences so they always fight over the radio

Will bite each others head off if another eats all their snacks

Like to try each others region foods

Visit each other all the time

sorry i took so long to answer schools been kicking my ass but hi hello!! polyancients!!!

[abstractshit101]

im so annoyed rn. first im fucking anxious. i feel breathlessness cause idk I'm just having too much anxiety about the exam. second I haven't talked to soumya all day and he just acts like shit. he barely picks my calls, n when he picks it, he just cuts it while I'm saying something, he doesn't text, and you know what, its actually okay. i getit cause when I'm out, even I don't wanna talk on phone or be on my phone cause sometimes I just want to be far from my phone but what makes me angry is that if I do the things he does, if I behave like him, he gets really angry always and then that gets on my nerves. he can do whatever he likes when he's out but I have to behave in a certain way, its fucking unfair. i just wanna shout so loud, i wanna shout like i did at Hampstead heath in the woods, my voice echoing. i wanna take my fucking frustration out, i wanna let go of this anxiety that i keep building up, this anxiety which eats my brain up. maybe I'm using a fancy word 'anxiety' but idk how to describe how i feel. i need him rn. i just hope we don't fight today, I'm really angry tho but i will try my best to hide it. if today he says that he will never say anything to me when i go out, then its great, but rn its just hypocritical. I hate it i am feelingless wow. I think he hates me. I think i always complain thats why he likes his friends more than me, i think thats why he enjoys more with them, speaks and talks more with them, laughs more with them. With me he is tired cause of me he is exhausted because of me. Am i so bad.

[bnnuy-wabbit]

I'm going to say something and u are not going to be happy about it. If you have to follow a set of rules to be safe in your own house that house is abusive. It honestly sounds like you're mainly upset at your brother for not being 'good' and making the house unsafe. But he's not making the house unsafe? The people yelling and throwing stuff are. And unless he's over 18 he can't be expected to manage living in abuse well either. Idk just the way you talked about it reminded me of my own household and how angry I got at my siblings. But think about it okay? I hope you find somewhere safe soon

Yeah... I know to be fair... I just don't have any better way to put it...? I'm aware it's abuse it's just! Im really dang tired of having to deal with the outcomes of my brother's misbehavior.

If you'll allow me, let me explain the entire situation. If you have any ideas of what to do Here, please PLEASE let me know because I'm going insane. I hold no grudges, I'm just extremely out of ideas on how to manage it.

There actually are very few rules! Is the issue! It used to be wayyy worse when i was a kid. It's just that my brother is ridiculously spoiled (not his fault!) and can't follow basic things such as "don't speak over people", "when someone says No to something you want to do and/or have, then you accept it even if you really want it". It always ends with him screaming and complaining for several hours straight until someone lets him have what he wants, and telling everybody "i hate you" and throwing loud tantrums everywhere. All day. Everyday. All the time. And then eventually his parents lose their patience and either i have to deal with Not Letting That Happen or suffer the consequences with him too.

We are on vacation rn. I just spent the last 8 hours of my life with him clinging to everybody's clothes complaining about everything we were doing and screaming about how he wants to be on the phone or go home or do something else.

And we can't let him home when we go out because he cries when we do anything without him. He only ever shuts up when he's on the phone. It's not healthy for a kid to be on the phone all day, so nobody lets him. When hes at home he complains about not doing anything and wants to be on the phone. The "something else" usually involves phone or videogames.

It's frustrating for everybody involved. He's never happy with anything and because of that my parents are always on a shitty mood and because of that i have to deal with the fall out.

I know its not MY responsibility but also its not like i like watching my parebts berate him either. I diffuse him often by distracting him. But sometimes he won't let me do that (like today. Dad almost threw his icecream on the floor because hed been tantruming for 8 hours straight).

[bishiglomper]

Cannot sleeeeeep. Have to w h i i i i n e

Woke up to stabbies. Been getting these electrical stabs the last couple weeks. Figure its fibro. I dont see why it would be my new pill. But my body picks a spot and then it feels like im being STUNG. REPEATEDLY. Tonight its the opposite spot of my scar's location.

And i hear beeping. I think its bro's alarm. He does not wake up easily. If i tell him to turn it off, he will and go back to sleep.

And the nephew keeps turning on the hallway light.

And I'm obsessing over a niece issue.

Bong water has not been using a litterbox. They're upstairs, i think she just isn't going upstairs anymore.

Conversation with niece went like:

"I picked up 2 piles of poop from bong water last night."

"You can take her back to my apartment whenever you want"

"Are you going to be there?"

"Nope."

"If i bring a litterbox down, will you help me clean it?"

"I dont do the litterbox at MY house."

Bitch. You do not deserve a fucking cat. Or any pet. She killed her rats from neglect.

If i wasnt so against returning poor helpless furbabies to the shelter for insignificant reasons...........

But also we already have FOUR CATS. We were supposed to stop at Cinderbelle. But then Pantera, Pooka and Reno happened....

We cannot own another cat. It's already been a month. If the landlord notices... 😣 We've babysat other animals before but like i said its been a month. Niece doesnt seem to have plans for leaving either. I guess shes fine paying rent for an empty house and just sleeping on our couch forever. If we kick her out, she'll just couch surf. At least her boyfriend is in jail.....ffs

I barely have the executive function to clean MY cats litterboxes, and they're right outside my door. For just this purpose. I'm not gonna be able to do a downstairs one. I cannot tote the container of litter between flights. Just. No.

I dont think i can tell her friend (original owner of bw) to take her because she lives with a toxic af mother and i dont think the situation is safe.

SO, WHAT DO D:

Also the house is so bad. Made worse by now cat shit all over the place. But everyone is really struggling physically, and between the house and our own bodies, our mental health is fucked up too.

Moms stomach is fucked. She does not want to eat. She does. She resorts to junk food when she gets hungry but i cant complain because she wont let us feed her otherwise.

And sissy fucked up her back. I dont know what all shes doing for it but shes done muscle relaxants, back brace and tens unit occassionally. She refuses a heating pad for some reason.

Lately my symptoms are fibro shit, stomach pain, asthma, a strained/tired back, and tachycardia. The tachicardia is the worst because it kicks up when I get up. And eat. It settles down when i rest. Also the asthma. Just going up/down the stairs makes me do this dry throat clearing kind of cough for the next 10 minutes after the tiniest pinch of exertion. And I've woken up gasping a few nights.

Those two need to see some fuckin doctors. Mine can't do anything for me, but at least I jump through those fuckin hoops. I see everyone. All the specialists. I'm trying my best here. I have some major flaws that im sure frustrate the family, but this irritates me that they won't see people.

Mom especially. The only appointments she has are for literal surgical consults and she flaked on ONE situation already. Next one is for somethig else. No idea if she'll ever do anything about her previous issue she needs fixed 🙄😤

And also my sister is going blind and has high blood pressure but won't take her medicine. Her reasoning is because then she'll have to order more and go through setting it up and shit. Executive function issues i guess. Mom has been setting it up and giving it to her but i never remember and sometimes she forgets too.

Like do you know how many pills i take to have some semblance of function and not die? This is also frustrating to see.

I don't know what to do about any of this.

If we got rid of the cat, the niece would disown us. Which honestly, if she werent already riding a fine line of unsafe i wouldn't mind so much, she'd get over it eventually. Once she had the maturity to. 🙄 Because it's not like it would be out of spite. But sissy is on eggshells making sure we dont push her away. Probably into the arms of another halfway house resident. 😒

Uuuhhgggg

[michameinmicha]

been thinking abt eggsy and tattoos for a while now and i keep taking notes of ideas and stuff but when i sit down and actually try to map stuff out and draw tattoo designs i just immediately realise i fucking hate drawing tattoos and trying to come up with places to put them?? like i love thinking abt it and like thinking what would make sense for this character and all that but i dont like having to come up with specifics i think? i wish i could just vaguely describe them instead of drawing them ugh

[kitashousewife]

just wanted you to love me

an: i wanna start by thanking laura for the load of help she was with this fic!! this is based off of the song big fat mouth by arlie. i heard this song and immediately thought of atsumu so here we go lmao

pairing: timeskip!atsumu x fem!reader

warnings: angst, atsumu and his big mouth, pet names (baby, darling, babe), fluffy ending, lowercase intentional, slightly suggestive ending

-

atsumu has a big mouth. not physically, but figuratively. ever since he was a kid, he hasn't been able to keep anything to himself. after a lot of trial and error, his friends eventually stopped telling atsumu any sensitive information.

not only is he a gossip, but atsumu can't keep his opinions to himself either. always thinking that he knows better, saying things without thinking.

that's exactly why you've been ignoring him for two days.

he didn't mean it, honest. he was just trying to be helpful! when he walked into the kitchen and saw you working on homework for what seemed like the 100th hour in a row, he just wanted to take some of the weight off of your shoulders.

looking back, there were other ways he could have done that.

"hey darlin'," atsumu greets you, lightly scratching your back as you type away on an assignment that should have been done hours ago. leaning into his touch, you look up at him with a tired smile. "hi, 'tsum."

"how 'bout we head to bed?"

nodding sleepily, you hit save on the document. "just a second, i'm going to submit this and then i'll come in," you yawn, stretching your arms above your head.

kissing your forehead, atsumu mumbles a quick see ya soon and shuffles towards his bedroom. your own apartment isn't far, but working on homework late is the perfect excuse for a sleepover. not that you needed one in the first place.

when you enter his bedroom, you smile to yourself as you see atsumu through the crack of the bathroom door, brushing his teeth with a sleepy look on his face. in your exhaustion, you flop on the bed and let out a long groan.

"feein' okay baby?" he slurs through the toothbrush hanging lazily out of his mouth.

"no," you groan once more and sit up in atsumu's bed. "i'm just so sick of my group mates," you huff, flopping back on the bed once your boyfriend slips in.

"what are they doin'?"

"they aren't helping me! i swear 'tsum, it's like they don't even care," you pout.

when he looks back on the conversation, he realizes this is where he made his first mistake.

"ask the professor for a new group! i'm sure they would let ya," he suggests, wrapping his arms around your body, pulling away slightly when he feels you tense up.

"it's not that easy, i'm stuck with them all semester. besides, it would be a lot of work to get groups moved around, and-"

"then there's no use complainin' about it darlin'."

mistake number two.

you sit up and turn to face your boyfriend with furrowed brows.

"excuse me?"

atsumu sits back as well and runs a hand through his hair. "well since there isn't anything ya can do about it, it doesn't do much good to complain-"

"i'm not, atsumu," you glare, and he swears he can feel the goosebumps fill his skin one by one. "i wasn't asking for advice, i was just trying to vent."

"i-im just trying to help," he stutters out of frustration, trying not to get too upset.

"you don't need to be dramatic about it."

the third and final mistake.

"what."

he clears his throat in shame. atsumu knows he shouldn't have said that.

"i was just tryin' to help, ya didn't need to get all mad."

he probably shouldn't have said that either.

with your jaw on the floor, you get up off of his bed and walk into the kitchen, slipping on your shoes and grabbing your bag and keys.

"c'mon babe, i didn't mean it. it's okay to be dramatic-" you raise your eyebrows and reach for the door. "wait! i didn't mean that, i just-"

"goodnight, atsumu."

he winces at both the slam of his apartment door and the lack of nickname. shuffling back to his room like a wounded puppy, he flops onto the bed and calls his brother.

-

it's been 2 days since that night, and he's barely heard from you. besides your text to let him know you arrived home safely and letting him know that you received a piece of his mail, you haven't said a word.

atsumu can't say the same.

double, triple, even quadruple texting you, blowing up your phone just to talk to you. he's going crazy in his apartment when he's home from practice, and he swears he can smell your perfume even though you haven't been there for days.

he just needs to talk to you. to tell you he's sorry.

as much as he hates to admit it, osamu is right.

which is why atsumu is walking back and forth in front of the floral shop downtown, phone to his ear as he whines to his twin.

"what do i do, 'samu? i fucked up, i know i shouldn't have-"

"opened yer stupid trap?"

"yeah," he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "i want to make things right. i want to do better."

"well, i can't help ya with the last part. that, you gotta do yerself. but, i can help with the first part."

per his brother's recommendation, atsumu now stands at your door with the biggest bouquet of pink roses you've ever seen, with rosy cheeks to match.

"pink, huh?"

he gives you a shy smile from behind the petals. "yeah, do ya like 'em?"

you nod, and step to the side to let him in. grabbing the flowers from his hand, you set them on the counter to grab a vase.

"gratitude and appreciation,"

atsumu stops petting the cat that rubs at his feet and cocks his head to the side. "huh?"

placing the stems in the colored glass, you sigh. "pink roses are for expressing gratitude and appreciation,"

he nods and walks over to you slowly. "it's to say i'm sorry," he mumbles, scratching the back of his head.

"for what?"

he grabs both of your hands in his large ones and kisses the tops of them. "i'm sorry. i'm sorry for giving ya solutions when ya just wanted me to listen," he kisses your forehead softly and continues. "i'm sorry for callin' ya dramatic. i didn't mean it, a-and i feel so bad-" he cuts himself off and holds your face in his hands softly and looks you in the eyes.

"i love ya so much. the past two days have been hell. i've been worried sick about ya and i don't blame ya for ignorin' me. yer the best and i shouldn't have said those things to you."

placing his forehead on yours, he strokes his thumb across you cheek.

"yer so important to me. i don't wanna lose-"

"i forgive you."

he blinks, eyes searching yours. "i forgive you, 'tsum. i love-"

it's atsumu's turn to cut you off with the sweetest, most heart-melting kiss you've ever received. pulling away, he pulls you close, wrapping you up in his big arms.

"i've missed ya," you smile into his chest. "i've missed you too, baby."

pulling away, he walks towards the fridge to scrounge for something to eat, in true atsumu fashion. grabbing some takeout containers out of the fridge, he looks over his shoulder and winks at you.

"i'll work on keeping my big fat mouth shut for ya darlin',"

you laugh, and his heart swells. that's one of the sounds he missed the most.

kissing his cheek as he shoves some rice into said mouth, you grab a drink out of the fridge.

"you do have a big mouth, huh?"

chewing, he nods at you.

"let's put that big mouth to better use, shall we?'

walking towards your room as the sounds of choking and the stuttering of w-wait babe! fill the kitchen, you smile.

it's good to have atsumu back.

[leviathism]

hallo! could i get a request with lucifer, levi, and beel where their crush or s/o is always on the move and never takes time/takes a break for themselves? said reader is a hard worker; they partake in clubs, they study, they're juggling multiple responsibilities at once, and they're super selfless and willing to help people at the drop of a pencil; maybe it becomes too much for the reader to handle and the brothers come in and comfort them <3 its exams week where i am right now and im currently in need of some comfort for the pressure that i'm currently facing :) thank you!

Lucifer doesn’t come to you. He trusts that when you want him, you’ll come and get him.

Just because he hadn’t said anything yet didn’t mean he hadn’t noticed you slowly becoming more and more drained over the past few weeks. It was especially concerning to him with how you had started to evade his brothers’ company.

He knows it must be your snapping point when you find your way into his office in the dead of night and sit with him in his chair with him, only to sit there and… do nothing else. You don’t ask him to stop or if he wants to eat, you just lean into him and say nothing, all tense.

Lucifer could never be cruel—not to you at least, so he uses the one guaranteed way he knows that will get you to take a break. A real break, not just you sitting in this already stressed filled room with an even more stressed Lucifer.

He cleared his throat, effectively getting your attention on him. “I am about to take a day off from my paperwork. In two… Tomorrow, actually. Would you like to join me?”

Leviathan was quite frankly, yet unsurprisingly, jealous of you. He couldn’t even fathom how you had the energy to do all of that and more. It was frustrating compared to how he got exhausted after a single outing to grab a few groceries.

So when he slipped into your room, ready to complain about another bad day at RAD, he was shocked to see you face down on your bed motionless.

At first he thought you had died. Unreasonable and irrational, he knows. But he still sneaks over and feels for your pulse. And when you jolt, he screams.

…He just can’t understand how you are so tired, and he gets angry at you. But he also understands that this is his jealousy twisting his feelings. So instead of complaining and whining, he bites his tongue and crawls onto your uncomfortable bed. He lends you his company, knowing the only thing he can probably offer to you right now is being a good friend.

Beelzebub knows straight away that something is up and wrong. He hovers around you constantly, checking up on you if there’s even the slightest change in your mannerisms. His brothers find him too annoying and he can see you struggle to hide the same sentiment, but he can’t help it. He knows there’s something wrong, but he just doesn’t know what.

He lingers, silently asking if you’re alright, and despite you answering yes every time, he still isn’t convinced. So, he’s there when you finally drop the act and just… collapse into him, full heartedly trusting him to catch you.

You are exhausted, he discovers. Mentally, physically, and anything and everything else that ends in -lly. So he decides to take care of you until you’re back to your normal self again.

He cooks for you, cleans your room, guards your door so his brothers don’t disrupt you (but of course he lets Belphie in), and keeps you company at night. At night is when he quietly advises you that maybe you are doing too much and that you deserve as much as a break as you say his brothers do. Just maybe, though. He doesn’t want to upset you most of all. He just wants you to be happy.

[poutyniall]

okay okay hear me out

imagine yoongi working on a new album right, we can all imagine the scenario... he's frustrated and sleep deprived, tired maybe even a little whiny and cranky..

so y/n being y/n, comes to rescue with kisses which turn into a steamy makeout, and then slow sex which turns into aggressive and needy fucking out of all his frustrations

im not as good as u in writing so could you pls write something based on this its perfectly okay if you dont

Hi love, first thing first I'm sincerely sorry you had to wait this long. Second I'm not that good and I also changed it a bit, I think, so I just hope I'm not disappointing you on this one.

''Hi.'' you barely whisper as you lean down to rest your chin on the top of his head and gently wrap your arms around his neck, letting them hanging from his shoulders. It's not the most comfortable position for you considering the huge chair between your bodies but you don’t care. You can sense all his frustration, anxiety, tiredness and tension from his breathing only. And by the amount of empty coffee cups you see scattered all over the place you know he hadn't get a reasonable amount of sleep in way too long for your liking and he most likely has a headache. He only grunts at your greeting, without even bothering to take his eyes off the screen. ''Why don't you take a little break, love?'' you tilt your head a bit to place a soft peck on his hair. He grunts again and you roll your eyes, reminding yourself he's sleep deprived and worn out, nothing personal. After taking a deep breath you stand straight and put your hands on top of the back of the chair to turn it around so you can finally face him. He looks exhausted, dark circles under his eyes standing out on his pale skin. You know it's his job, his life, the goddamn air he breath but you hate when he overwork himself to the point he almost gets sick. He's looking back at you but his eyes seem not able to focus you due to all the time he spent staring at screens. You sigh, letting your hands slowly slide down his arms to grab his hands and pull him, guiding him to the couch and gently pushing him down to let him sit. When you straddle him he starts complaining he doesn't have time to waste.

''Shh, I just want help you relax a bit.'' you murmur on his skin before starting leaving tiny, soft kisses starting from his temple to his jawline and all along the thin, sensitive skin of his neck. At the beginning he keeps whining, hands on your hips trying, but not really trying, to push you away but he goes quieter kiss after kiss and you feel his tense muscles relaxing underneath your touch. When you feel his hands squeezing your hips and pushing you down on him, you know you have him. Sucking and nibbling on his skin you hear him hissing and feel him shiver as you find your way down his shirt covered torso, leaving a path of wet spots. God, you missed him, you missed his body, his moans, his skin on yours, his body, hands and mouth on and inside you, a rush of wetness makes you squeeze your thighs together at the mere thought. You're now kneeling on the floor between his spread legs, hands reaching for the hem of his sweatpants and you feel your mouth water but you look up at him, silently asking him consent. He nods lightly, chest raising and falling to the rhythm of his heavy breathing. You keep your eyes on his, a smug grin printed on your lips, whilst you push down his sweatpants just enough to put on display his still covered boner. He gasps when your hand brushes against it. Liking your lips, you lean down and place an open mouth kiss on his clothed tip to then trace the entire length with your tongue, up to his belly button. His belly gets sucked in when he inhales sharply. You look up at him and what a fucking view: bottom lip tucked in between his teeth, rosy cheeks, ruffled hair and glossy eyes. You finally free his dick from his fabric constriction and gently tap a fingertip on his tiny slit, collecting that single drop of precum to then ever so softly slide your lubricated fingertip along the prominent vein, from the tip to the base. Without warning him you wrap your mouth round his dick, taking as much of it as you can, enjoying the look of surprise and pleasure on Yoongi face.

''Fffffffuc...'' he curses, clenching his fists and throwing his head back, and lets out a drawn out moan. You bob up and down teasingly, constantly switching pace, your panties completely soaked by now. He looks down on you and catches the exact moment you slip a hand in your panties to brush your fingers on your clit and give yourself a bit of relief.

''Baby...'' he pants, and you feel one of his hand slip through your hair ''kitten wait... I don't wan...'' words die in his throat when the tip of his dick reaches the back of your throat. He gulps and tries again ''...don't... like this... inside you'' he rambles but manages to take a hold of your hair and tug at it. You focus on sucking just the tip for few seconds before his cock leaves your mouth with a low, wet pop sound, a string of saliva connects the tip to your lips. Locking eyes with him while you catch your breath, you keep a gentle hold of his dick head, slowly brushing it against your lips while your other hand, wet with your juices, gives short, slow strokes at its base. He's a moaning, breathless mess beneath you, his dick twitches when you blow some air on it and it's just beautiful, hard, shiny and a bit darker than the rest of his body. You love it. It makes you swell with pride knowing that you did that, you're the cause.

''What do you want, oppa? Just say it.''

''Inside... please, kitten.'' he's totally lost in pleasure, eyes dark and languid, voice raspy, deep and low. He tightens the grip on your hair when you tease him with few little kitten licks on his tip. You giggle lightly and stand on your feet, frantically taking off your loose shorts along with your ruined panties to hop up in his lap and finally crash your mouth on his, letting him taste himself on your tongue, while he brushes the tip of his dick up and down your slit before sliding inside you. You cum instantly at the feeling of stretching and fullness you feel, spasmodically clenching around him with your mouth hanging open in a silent scream and eyes squeezed with white, blurred sparkles under your eyelids, nails sinking into his shoulders. The sight of you in pleasure clicks something in him and, somehow without slipping out of you, he manages to overturn your position, pushing your lower back down on the couch so your ass is sticking up for him to slam against it when he thrusts inside you, hard. He lands a spank on your right buttcheek before grabbing hold of both of your cheeks and starts kneading them as he keeps up with his pace. His strokes are hard and fast but accurate, reaching the right spot deep inside you every single time making you curl your toes and grip the edge of the couch so you can hold on something. He runs one of his big hands up your back to tangle it in your hair and tug it, tilting your head back as he leans forwards, pressing his body on yours, pace's getting sloppier, sign that he's close. He sucks the spot right under your earlobe and yanks at your hair again.

''Cum with me.'' he moans in your ear. And you do while he cums inside you with one last, slow, deep thrust to then collapse on you, breathless. After catching your own breath, you're somehow able to turn around, ignoring the mess you've made between your bodies, so he's now resting his head on your chest.

''Better now?'' you ask quietly, running your fingers through his sweaty hair. He purrs in response. ''How about we stay like this for a bit?'' you suggest and he sighs happily, already falling asleep. 

[forsworned]

me again! (when ain’t it me?) how about modern au! sanemi working with his crush on a project in college? you’re free to make it however u want? like he could be at her house or jus … idk at a library date ION KNOW U CHOOSE??? once again a pic as compensation:

my homescreen:D

a/n: WHEN U FINALLY REQUEST SOMETHING NORMAL THIS ONE IS JUST FOR U MAAM SO I HOPE U LIKE IT I PUT MY HEART SOUL AND ARTHRITIS INTO THIS SO PLS ENJOY ALSO THANK U FOR THAT THIRST TRAP VIEWERS ENJOY IT WHILE U CAN

word count 1.2k

warnings: none

Sanemi wasn't one for projects especially when it came to the ones where he had to work with others. He absolutely loathed being social outside of his tight knit group because who needed more friends when he had all the ones he already needed. Currently, he was in the reserved room that he booked at your college's library waiting for you to arrive. You were already 10 minutes late and Sanemi had still had not heard from you.

He audibly sighed as he checked his phone to look at the time. His message notification lit up to see your name.

"Tch. You're late, [name]." He muttered to himself as he leaned his chin on his palm unlocking his phone to see what you had to say.

hey i know im late but ill b in there 2 minutes!! sorry!!!

He rolled his eyes as he set his phone and closed his eyes trying to ignore the impending headache while he rubbed his temples. Suddenly, he hears a rapping at the door and he opens his eyes to see you waving through the window with a bagged croissant in your mouth and what looked like two cups of coffee and possibly more snacks.

He let out another sigh as he gets up to open the door for you.

"Hey, I'm sorry--"

"Save it. Just sit down so we can start." He deadpanned at you. You frowned as you slipped through the door and placed all your purchases down in between you and took a seat opposite from him.

"So grumpy." You mused as you opened the plastic with your teeth.

"This is why you were late?" He stood over you with the same glare that was always on his face. You almost found it cute if it hadn't been directed at you.

"What's wrong with getting snacks and coffee? We're going to be here for some time." You retorted crossing your arms.

"Whatever. Let's just start." His cheeks were practically puffed in annoyance at your tardiness and you had to stifle a laugh. He looked cute when he was frustrated.

He opened his notebook to look over at his history note's and was already barking commands at what you were going to do. Only a small sigh escaped your lips as you went along with what he was saying to avoid further conflict. You liked it much better when his mouth was shut. He looked much prettier that way. You watched as he reached for the untouched cup of coffee that was still in its holder.

"So, you did want coffee." You teased, scribbling into your notebook. He gave you an irritated look that you could only tell by looking into your peripheral.

"Can't a man enjoy his coffee in peace." He grumbled back as he took a sip.

"Not when you complain about it being the reason why I'm late, no."

"You're annoying."

"So are you."

He dropped his writing hand for a moment to look at you. "Look, I just wanna get this done and be on my way. There's no need for this unnecessary back and forth."

"There's also no need for your unnecessary brashness, but here we are." You smiled at him as you twirling your pen in your hand.

Not that he would ever admit it, but Sanemi thought you were as infuriating as you were cute. He would definitely find himself staring at you as you would apply chapstick or lip gloss during class when he really should be paying attention to the ongoing history lectures. How you would make little sighs as you got tired during class. And how he would catch you almost passing out which was super endearing because he'd imagine you slumping your weight onto his shoulder.

He doesn't seem to realize how long he's been staring at you or the fact that his cheeks are now a rosy pink.

"Hey, are you running a fever?" You reached out to feel his forehead, but he smacked it away.

"N-no, I'm fine. Do your work." He muttered as he buried his head into his laptop whilst avoiding all eye contact.

And you did just that, except you'd glance at him every other moment only to see him in his same position. You felt a little disappointed. Not that you didn't mind when he was quiet, but you enjoyed the banter you two had from time to time. It would usually be during class discussions or when you were about to start class, and every now and then when you'd catch him with his friend group. All of them very warm and welcoming, a striking contrast to the grumpy and mean Sanemi.

"Hey," You poked his head with the top of your pen but he didn't budge. You leaned a little closer and poked his head some more until his hand clamped over your own halting your ministrations.

"Cut it," He lifted his head to face you with an angry expression but he was met with your visage a tad too close to his own. "out..."

The familiar rush of heat meeting the apple of cheeks and the loud pumping of his heart that throbbed into his eardrums was almost distracting enough. But your stupid, cute face was the cause for all his distress in the first place. He didn't know whether to kiss you or grumble his usually banter at you, so instead he did the next best thing his brain could comprehend. Sit there in silence while he ogled you with wide purple hues, making you extremely uncomfortable.

You couldn't help but notice how pretty Sanemi was upclose or how his warm breath was fanning against your face. Your eyes moved to his lips and how they were slightly parted much like your own. You hadn't notice how you tilted your head to meet your lips with his until his deep voice rattled you.

"What do you think you're doing?" Was the question he posed, but it didn't exactly shake you out of your trance.

"Looking at your lips." You replied nonchalantly. Your eyes fluttered to his own and then back down to his mouth.

"Why."

"Because I want to kiss you."

He gulped dryily as his scrunched in confusion. He really couldn't decipher if he was dreaming or not.

"Then do it already." He grumbled back in what seemed like annoyance but Sanemi could no longer keep up his facade. Your lips finally reached his and he felt a rush of relief consume him. The softness of your mouth was like petals on a rose and smell of your hair engulfing his senses. Honey? No, almond ,maybe? What did that matter now that he was kissing you?

His body sitting up right holding your face to keep your lips latched onto his. He was melting into you not wanting the moment to end, but you pulled away too soon. A sly smirk on your face as you peered down at him, but he didn't bother with whatever smart-ass thing that was going to come out of your mouth.

"Yes, I like you, so you can save your breath. I don't wanna hear it." He said coolly. His hands now in your hair, gently urging you back to his lips. All thoughts of the project were tossed out the window and you didn't mind the slightest.

[hanjizung]

♡ Dreamy Welcome. ♡

Lee Minho x Reader.

Word count:  4.4K

♡ Warnings ♡: SMUT; (mentions of) orgasm control, fingering, masturbation, (a bit of) exhibitionism, creampie, breeding kink, basically just love making, pet names.

Hello! im back with another request from when i reblogged this promp list ! [8) “If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.”] hope you enjoy!

You had been missing Minho a lot since he went on tour, missed everything about him; his voice, his laugh, his smile, the way he called your name, how he hugged you and kissed you on the forehead after teasing you… His whole absence felt weird, it wasn’t killing you but you missed him a lot, you needed him back as soon as possible.

There was an unwritten list of things you wanted to do with him once he was back; first you had to hug him, tell him how much you had missed him while kissing his face and making him feel a little shy from all the affection you were giving him in front of his members, then you would steal him and take him to your house for a movie night where the only thing you would actually focus on is going to be take care of him, massage him if he wants, play with his hair and cuddle with him on your couch until he fell asleep, and the last thing on your list was to make him fuck you senseless.

Of course the two of you had the occasional phone sex, it was mostly him hiding in the bathroom between practices and telling you to touch yourself for him, moaning his name but never cumming, because he said that he wanted you to cum on his cock, he wanted to be the one to give you an orgasm that would have you seeing stars.

That was the promise he made during one of those calls late at night that had you feeling needy and in not a very good mood for the next day, it made you feel frustrated that you stayed always at the edge, but you were equally proud that you hadn’t broken his one rule.

The day he called you and told you with a happy voice that his last concert was in 3 more nights and that in two days after that you would be able to see him, you exploded. When you went to work you got asked multiple times what had happened that you couldn't stop smiling, making you laugh and lie to them that you were just excited for something that happened to one of your cousins or something like that.

It was a more contrastive mood than how you behaved last week, bags under your eyes, eyes semi closed from how tired you were and not so happy because your beautiful boyfriend required a session of self love where he got to edge you multiple times. Twice, to be more precise, the sudden change surprised everyone at your workplace. You seemed more energetic and focused, you did all your work with a smile on your face and you sang during your break when you ate.

You asked your boss if you could leave earlier one day, and seeing how competent you were behaving he accepted, wishing you good luck and telling you that he expected you to stay working as efficiently as possible and that he was happy with your work pace. You simply nodded, not hearing much of his speech because everything that was in your mind was your beautiful boyfriend.

Days passed quickly and you found yourself showering at 4 am to be able to go and receive your boyfriend and the rest of your friends in time. You would be done getting ready at 5, then had to get a taxi to the airport and then you would be able to spend the day with all of them, just like you wanted.

The early morning was cold, and you were thankful that you decided to wear an appropriate coat to protect yourself from the weather. You placed your hands together out of nervousness, anticipating the moment that all of them would arrive, walking through their fans and following the staff to where their vans were parked.

True… you couldn't run to Minho and wrap your arms around him. You had to keep the black mask above your nose and the dark glasses to avoid raising suspicion and pretend to be another staff member. Your relationship was a secret…

Sighing, a plane finally landed and the giant bodyguards that you sometimes brought candies to started walking towards it, you running not too far from them and breathing in to try and control your excitement, failing momentarily when you saw a group of men walk out followed by some other people close behind them. You recognized each one of your friends as soon as they walked out, they wore comfortable clothes and they seemed to be needing some more rest.

The real staff instructed them to go to the previously prepared cars, and you rushed to find your dance machine boyfriend.

You waited for Changbin, Jisung and Seungmin to get inside the car, Minho noticed you and he got in, waiting for you to close the door after you hopped in to hug you and pull you close to him in a loving manner. In the front seats, there was one of the bodyguards and the designated driver. You snuggled closer to Minho, he whispered "I missed you a lot" for you to hear only and he kissed your forehead gently, making you feel incredibly happy.

Not even 10 minutes inside the car, and soft snores could be heard, Minho's weight felt heavy in your side, but you didn't care, you were happy knowing that from that day he would get to rest for a long period of time, and you expected to spend a lot of time with him.

The stillness of the car made you open your eyes, rubbing them to get accustomed to the sun rays filters through the clear front window and you realized that you had finally arrived at the dorms. The bodyguard opened the door for you, giving you his hand to help you out. You shook Minho gently to help him wake up, yawning when he looked at you with disoriented eyes, and then you took the waiting hand to wait for them outside.

When all of them were outside the car, you helped them walk to their corresponding dorm, helping Minho walk with closed eyes because he wasn't fully awake, and when you finally got to your destination, the door was unlocked and there was a mountain of baggage and bags ready to unpack, but that would be a problem for later. In the kitchen, sitting with his laptop in front of him was Chan, he gave a low "good mornin" when he saw who had arrived, continuing to do whatever it was that he had on display in the screen in front of him. You nodded, silently greeting him and then walked to Minho's shared room. He plopped down on his bed, moving and patting the side next to him for you to lay down next to him, and you did.

"I missed you" you whispered, burying your face in his chest and hugging him tightly, making him chuckle quietly.

"I missed you too, hot stuff" he whispered back, looking down at you and patting your back gently.

The two of you stayed like that, there was no need to speak any more words, you were finally holding him, you were finally in his arms and you felt so loved. This was your safe place.

With those thoughts in your head, you dozed off again, your breathing almost syncing with Minho's steady one.

You had a beautiful dream with him, it started with you sitting on the porch of your childhood home observing the street until a younger looking Minho appeared and took your hand. He guided you to the insides of the place that used to be your home. He kissed you playfully at first, then he took your face with his hand and held you in place as the heat of the kiss increased and moments later he was eating you out in the kitchen aisle.

You were enjoying the dream probably a little too much, because you were woken up suddenly by your boyfriend's hands on your shoulder, moving you gently to bring you back to the real world.

"Seems like you had an interesting dream, didn't you?" he said. You blushed, hitting him gently on his chest and groaning.

"Maybe I wouldn't dream such things if someone," you shoot him a glare "didn't get me all worked up and then didn't allow me to cum" you complained, making him laugh. You were daring him, and you knew that, but you needed to know how much he would wait until he finally gave you what you wanted and fucked you hard like he'd done before he left.

"Oh, really, baby? It's my fault, then?" he asked. You pouted and nodded, looking at him with needy eyes. "Then I must do something to reward you for being so good, right?" his hand snaked on your tummy, getting to the edge of your shirt and going under it until it reached your breast.

His hand squeezed you, gaining a sigh from you. Two of his fingers played with your nub moment later, he shifted so he would be on his side and able to play with you, his lips finding a home in your neck and kissing you lazily, the caress of his lips against your skin and the sensation of him teasing your nipoles felt amazing, it was enough for you to start getting wet and your breathing to turn irregular, but all that ended when Jisung shamelessly opened the door.

"Hey guys, who's awake already? Does anyone wanna watch a movie?" he asked no one in particular, Minho's movement stopped and his arm quickly moved to wrap around your waist, his head fell against his pillow and you closed your eyes again to pretend to still be asleep. It was almost as if nothing between the two of you had happened, which would actually seem like it were true if both your hearts weren't racing from almost being caught.

You heard movement from the other side of the room, you recognized Hyunjin's steps passing through the door accompanied with a humm and later Seungmin's voice was heard, answering Jisung who was still standing by the entrance.

"I'm kinda hungry. I'll join if we order something to eat" he said, the sound of feet against the floor letting you know he was ready to leave the room.

"Sure, let's try to convince Chan to pay," Jisung responded, waiting for Seungmin to walk with him to the living room, but when Seungmin reached him, Jisung didn't move. "Shouldn't we wake Minho and ask him if he wants something as well?"

"Nah, he stayed up the whole flight I think, and besides, he's with Y/N. Let's order something for them and let them sleep," Seungmin said, his tired voice making it clear that he didn't want to deal with trying to wake Minho up.

The answer seemed to be enough for Jisung, and the two of them left, closing the door behind them. Just then, you allowed yourself to sigh in relief.

Next to you, Minho rolled on his side, his back now at you making you confused. "What are you doing?" you asked.

"You heard them, they think we're asleep, so we might go back to sleep again, don't you think?" he responded, his tone still low. You whined, hugging his whole body as best as you could, your mouth reaching his ear to whisper to him:

"But I'm so wet… are you really going back to sleep and leave me like this?" you cried to him, you knew he could feel you putting on the tone of voice you decided to use, but he didn't say anything, so you tried your luck again.

"Please, if you're not going to fuck me at least finger me, I've missed you so much… I've been waiting for you to use me for so long" you continued, begging with a low voice and pressing your lips against the shell of his ear, starting a trail of kisses down all the uncovered skin you could see, high diving yourself in your mind when you felt him shiver under your touch.

Minho finally sighed, giving in and turning so now he would be facing you, your eyes almost shone when his right hand went to your hip and his face got closer to yours to steal a passionate kiss that you now would end up making you feel like the world was spinning.

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped your lips when both of you tried to recuperate your normal breathing, drawing a raised eyebrow from your boyfriend. You simply took his face with both of your hands and started kissing him again, suddenly one of your hands leaving his cheek to guide the hand resting on your hip to where you needed him most. If he noticed, he had been nice enough to not say anything.

Or that's what you thought, because then he broke the kiss and growled quietly, his fingers playing with the button of your jeans until he was able to open them and he wasted no more time, his slender digit slipping past your underwear and feeling all the wetness between your legs.

"Oh, Y/N, you're so fucking wet, kitten" he muttered. His hand moved away from where you wanted it to be, making you complain and furrow your eyebrows while he showed you his glistening finger before guiding it to your lips for you to lick it clean yourself. Minho rolled his eyes when you grabbed his hand and made it touch you again, you didn't care how needy you seemed, everything you could think of was how much you'd love for him to rail you.

His fingers started working on you, slowly caressing your clit and gathering your essence before he entered you, making you sigh. He was staring at you, silently admiring your features that showed just how good he was making you feel. You weren't looking at him, your eyes closed as you tried to focus on the way he was making you feel, but you didn't need to see him to know how much he was grinning, proud to have you biting your lip to not moan too loud. At some point your breathing got heavier and your legs started to tremble, the last signal meaning that you were close was when your walls embraced his fingers, your mouth opened as you found home in the ecstasy-like sensation, Minho tried to prolong it by over stimulating you.

After a moment, he finally removed his fingers from your inside and licked it clean from your juices while you recovered.

"Was that better?" he asked, gaining a humming from you as an answer.

"It was good, but I still want you to fuck me" you finally said, pouting. He opened his eyes wide, as if he was actually surprised, and said:

"You're so greedy, my needy baby wants something else besides my fingers, huh? Go clean yourself and let's go to your house then. I'll give you the best welcome back fuck of your life" he kissed your forehead, waiting for you to stand up after you heard what he said.

"Really?" you asked, full of hope. He nodded, and you almost jumped from the bed to run to the bathroom, standing in front of the door fixing your jeans before walking out the room, remembering that you weren't alone.

You made your way silently to the bathroom, saving your hand at Jeongin who apparently had gone to his room for something and happened to find you on his journey to go back to the living room. He seemed tired, as if he hadn't fully tested, but his memory worked just fine because before you entered the bathroom he told you that they were going to watch a movie and had called for some takeout food for everyone. You thanked him and got inside to do what you had to do.

An hour later, you found yourself cuddling Mingo on the only individual couch after eating and watching a comedy with the rest of the members. Some were on their phone, some still eating and others were cuddling just like you were. It was a relaxed night, and you were having a good time, but the words Minho had told you earlier resonated in your head and your pussy was louder than your heart, screaming at you to act out and make Minho take you home to complete his promise.

Covered with a blanket, your hand snaked down his form and entered his joggers, feeling up his cock. You weren't looking at him to know his reaction, but he quickly squeezed you as a warning to not continue your devilish plans.

You didn't care, continuing to tease him until he got hard enough and that's when you pressed yourself against him. He sighed, but pushed himself against you almost as if encouraging you to keep going.

"Stop, Y/N. We'll leave after the movie is over" he whispered, trying to get you to reason with him.

The answer he got was you pulling his joggers and boxers down with one hand carefully, freeing his hardened cock from its prison and wrapping your hand around him, making him hiss. One of his hands went to your neck, pulling your head back to tell you one last thing.

“Kitten, if you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat when we get to your house" he murmured, quiet enough for you to listen to his words only.

If you were going to be punished, you might as well continue what you started.

Minho's hold on you tightened when he realized that you had set your mind on torturing him, you knew the risk of possibly getting caught was high and that it made everything way more exciting, but all your tries at being subtle and not drag any attention to the both of you were affecting him horribly. He hated how you ceased all movement when someone shifted or how you tensed when everyone stopped talking was like pure hell for Minho.

His cock twitched, and he faked a yawn to hide the noise that came out of him. You took advantage of it, and played along with it.

"Oh, you're still tired? We should go back to your room so you can sleep, don't you think?" you whispered, long enough for the rest of the members to hear.

Minho caught up with what you were doing, faking another yawn and hugging your body as if you were a plushie. He nodded, and you fixed his clothes quickly so the two of you could stand up.

Minho had other plans, and stood up with you in his arms, the blanket covering his boner. Everyone's eyes were on you two, so you said goodnight and entered the shared room again. Once inside, he didn't even turn the light on, walking straight to the bed after closing the door and dropping you there.

"I can't believe you're making me break Chan's 'no fucking in the dorms' rule" he said, taking his shirt off. You laughed, starting to undress as well.

"As if you really cared about rules" you said, opening your arms for him when you and him were finally fully naked.

"You're right, I only care about you and fucking you. You'll get your punishment later" he replied, hovering over you and positioning his member at your entrance, pressing your foreheads together as he slowly entered you. He kissed you before he started slamming into you, trying to maintain your moans to a minimum so the whole 'going to sleep' act could still be believable to your friends.

With your arms thrown around his neck and your legs hugging his waist, you felt the happiest, like you were in heaven. Finally, Minho was filling you with his cock, making you feel like he was the missing piece in your life that left a hole in your constant day to day with his sole absence, but now he was back, fucking you, kissing you; loving you, and it made your head and your heart swim with happiness, because he was back and you would have him like before he left.

He was thrusting you carefully, slowly but not too much to make you feel bored or annoy you, it was almost the right speed to make the moment last longer, a try to be more passionate with you. Minho's grunts and your heavy breathing were all you cared about, you forgot about everything outside the door, but the way your reasonable side made you moan quietly still brought a sense of reality to you, you whimpered and opened your mouth to exhale, his own breathing on your face making you open your eyes to look at him while he kept working, rocking his hips against yours and trying to make you cum for the second time of the day.

"I love you" you told him quietly, looking up at his sweaty face and pulling him in by his neck to kiss him lovingly like you meant to do when you saw him coming out of the plane.

Minho smiled against your lips, allowing his weight to fall on you and support himself on his left elbow, using his right hand to caress your cheek and move a strand of your hair that had gotten on your face so he could admire you better. When he finished the kiss, you thought he would return to the old position, supporting himself with both arms, but he didn't and instead he started kissing your whole face, making you giggle and close your eyes, with each kiss he left on your face you could say he tried to speed up to finally make you reach your well deserved orgasm, everything in that moment felt so intimate, and the addition of the kisses on your face and him gently cupping your cheek let you know this wasn't simple fucking anymore.

You would make a disgusted face at how cheesy it sounded, but in that very moment you couldn't describe the intimate activity as anything else than love making.

It wouldn't be the first time that Minho treats you as gentle as this, but something… felt different. You couldn't quite tell what it was, maybe because it had been months since you were with him, or because you missed him so much, but the ambient felt more mature in the aspect that you knew that his sweet whispers praising you and reminding you that he loved you as well and that you meant so much to him were not just words.

You wanted to cry, but you knew this wasn't the moment, your quiet moans mixed with giggles and adoring smiles disappeared when the new hard thrusting made your walls tighten around Minho's cock, and without any advice you came. You knew that there was a high percentage that the boys already knew what the two of you were up to thanks to the cracking of the bed and the specific noise of skin slapping sounds, but you still wanted to try and drown your moans to simulate that you were sleeping.

"Ah, baby…" Minho grunted, his face hiding in the crook of your neck to then whisper to you "I'm gonna cum…" followed by the twitching of his cock inside you.

"C-cum inside me, fill me up" you said back, your broken voice and tucked out features when he moved to see you being all he needed to release his seed inside you.

The warm sensation of his semen flowing in you made you smile, and your panting boyfriend pulled out of you to take the tissues box he hid under his bed for all occasions.

You looked at him when he kneeled in front of you to clean you, knowing how tired he actually was by the way his eyes were closing, and you appreciated how he still worried to clean you and not let you all sticky, very sweet of him.

The two of you dressed up lazily, this time laying in bed to sleep like you had said that you would do some time ago.

"I'm so happy you're back, I really missed you" you whispered, your hand resting flat on his chest as you listened to his heart beating under you.

"I'm glad to be back as well, kitten. I thought I would go crazy if I spent more days without seeing you" he joked, patting your head with his hand.

"Let's not think about it now, I had a hard time without cumming when you weren't here" he laughed at your words responding by squeezing you a bit.

"Well, if you're going to be this needy every time I come back, I don't mind leaving you as much" he said back, tone so serious that it scared you.

"You're not being serious, right?" you moved, looking at his face. He had his eyes closed, but the faint shadow of a smile creeping on his lips. He opened them to look at you before he answered you.

"Of course not, kitten. The last thing I want is to be away from you, it's so hard to be far from you when I love you this much" he finally said, making you sigh in relief and your heart throb inside your chest.

"It's not my fault that you love me so much, you're only guilty for making me love you so bad" you smiled, going back to resting on his chest.

"Shhh, you know, that I'm the best that's happened in your life, but we can talk about how awesome I am later, now sleep. I promise I'll be here when you wake up" he moved, shifting to press a kiss on your forehead.

"I hope so, you promised me the fuck of my life when we go to my house and I can't wait for that" you laughed, poking his side.

"We'll see when tomorrow comes, but sleep first. Good night, baby, I love you."

[wolferals]

✨UNDER MY SKIN(S)✨

james cook x reader

„Y/n, friend." your mom shouted from downstairs. You were still busy with your english homework as you got interrupted. A sigh leaving your lips you got up from your desk to walk down to the door. Who of your friends would show up on a Tuesday night at 9pm when they knew you were busy doing schoolwork?

As your head shot around the corner you let out a frustrated moan.

The brown haired boy grinned sheepishly as he had his hands behind his back. „Cook." you spoke and approached the interrupter of your busy night.

„Hello y/n. Looking stunning."

Looking down at yourself you realized you were only wearing a big sweatshirt and some knitted socks to keep you feet warm. You were not wearing pants at all, and your hair was up in a messy bun.

„What do you want? I'm busy." You snapped at him but he just kept on smiling.

„I wanted to see if you were up for some fun. Freds and J are twats and studying for the exam tomorrow. Eff's a bit of a headache at the moment and Naomikins wont answer the door." He explained and rested his arm on the doorframe.

„Cook, as I said, I'm busy."

He made his lip tremble a bit, making you roll your eyes at him. „Come on y/n/n, just for an hour or two. I promise I dont got any drugs this time. I just dont wanna be alone right now. I'm going through something."

You again rolled your eyes at this jackass and joked:"Did Effy not wanna fuck you tonight? I'm really sorry. But fuck, fine. I just gotta get dressed. Come in and close the door behind you."

Like a little kid he let out a happy laugh as you walked upstairs, noticing that Cook was following you.

„Hello? Privacy? Also my mom won't like you being in my room with me, at that time especially."

He closed the door to your room and started looking around while you rummaged through your closet.

„You got a nice room y/n/n. Why havent I been in here?"

He asked and played with your dreamcatcher.

„Well because you're a dick Cookie? And I dont like dicks in my room."

-„Thats cool, but hey now you got one in your room. A big one. One that could make you feel real good."

He started laughing and pointed at his crotch. „Fuck you Cook. Turn around."

You quickly took off your sweater and threw on a white cardigan and paired it with a pair of some wide legged jeans.

„Okay I'm done." you then spoke and watched Cook scan your body from head to toe. „Looks cute."

You were surprised by his choice of words but didn't complain. Smiling, you grabbed your stuff and you two headed downstairs.

„Mom, I'll have to help Cook with something real quick, I'll be back in an hour."

You were about to open the front door when your mom stood in the hall. „Where are you going?" She asked, a serious expression on her face.

„Just around the block. I promise I'll be back soon."

Cook just stood there and watched you and your mom discuss but suddenly spoke up:"Ms y/l/n, I promise I'll have her back in exactly one hour. I'll take care of her, nothing will happen to your daughter I swear."

You stared at him in disbelief. That Cook new words like „I promise" or „I'll take care" shocked you a bit.

„Fine. One hour. You have a test tomorrow sweetheart, have that in mind." Your mom finally let you go and Cook didnt waste any more time slipping through the door outside, pulling you with him.

„Wow your mum seems..."

-„I know." you scoffed and shut the door.

Cook took a deep breath as well.

„So you ready for the exam tomorrow?" He then asked.

Walking down the dark street you shrugged your shoulders at him. „I think so but to be honest I was too tired to make anything stay in my brain tonight."

He laughed lightly and replied:"Welcome to my world."

You gave him a quick glance before continuing to walk through the darkness.

It didnt make you uncomfortable being with Cook, even though in fact this was your first time being alone. You simply didn't know what to say to him. He was just too different from you.

„You wanna have some fun?" He broke the silence suddenly as you two walked towards a big building.

„Sure; whats that though?"

He gave you a devilish smirk. „Ever really partied before?"

You shook your head while Cook grabbed your hand to pull you towards the building. His hand was bigger than yours. And it was warm, it felt nice holding someone's hand. You'd never had a boyfriend to touch you but that little thing you got from him there was really nice though.

„Cook what is this place?" you asked when the red lights hit you right in the face. „You're gonna love it." He smiled at you, still holding your hand.

Once down in the basement you two met a bunch of people lining up in front of a big door.

You spotted a bouncer at front letting certain people in.

„I just need you to do one thing. Could you please flirt with that man so we can get in easier? They dont really like me here that much, you need to work with those."

Cook pointed at your boobs.

„Are you kidding?" You asked him, not believing a word he just said. „Please, I really think you'd like it, plus we dont got too much time left. I need to get you home in 40 minutes so just show him your tits and we can have some fun."

You scoffed at him but eventually pulled him up to the bouncer. The guy was around 25, attractive he was for sure but you didnt really know what to say.

„Oh you again, why dont you fuck off?" He looked at Cook.

You gave Cookie a serious look and then turned back to the bouncer. „Hi, I'm sorry I've never been here before; and my friend just told me I'd have a lot of fun in there. Dont you think you could let us in, please?" You gave him your puppy eyes and lightly bit your lip.

He looked inbetween you two and spoke:"This your girlfriend?" He was obviously speaking to Cook.

He just shook his head and you answered:"No sir he's not. We're just here to have fun. I promise we won't be here for long, just a bit of fun. Please sir?"

He breathed out and opened the door behind you. „Alright then sweetheart. And you, dont come here again after tonight." Cook grinned and pulled me inside the club, speaking a „cheers" to the bouncer before coming closer to my ear due to the loud music.

„Promise one thing y/n. Have fun. Let it all go and be free. Just for now."

You looked up at him, his face being lit by the colorful lights. He again smiled at you. „I promise." was all you said before basically jumping into the middle of the dance floor and letting yourself go. A upbeat song was playing and you just started jumping and dancing with Cook as if there was no tomorrow. He seemed to enjoy it as much as you did because he was laughing. You'd never seen him so cheerful and genuinely happy.

„Cookie?" you yelled against the loud music and grabbed onto his neck. „Thank you so much for bringing me here!"

He nuzzled his head in your neck and placed a soft kiss against your skin. „Just let go." You held onto his neck and danced with him again. His forehead rested against yours and your eyes kept locked. It felt like the world around you two had stopped. It felt like Cook and you were the only thing that mattered, as if it cured every worry in your body.

And before you could think about it, you pulled him close and placed your lips onto his. He kissed you back immediately but his kiss was different than you'd expected. It was softer, much more passionate that you'd ever imagined. His hands grabbed you by the waist until you let go of him and smiled brightly.

„Take me home Cook." He licked his lips and nodded as you two made your way through the crowd to the exit door.

Once the noise had quiet down and the only thing you could feel was your own heavy heartbeat and the cold air hitting you, you leaned against the wall. Cook did the same and let out a soft giggle.

„Did you have fun?" He asked and turned his head to look at you. „A lot." You smiled happily.

„Good. Yeah, good."

He stepped closer and placed both his hands on the wall next to your head. He looked down at you and licked his lips once again. „We still got 19 minutes. Sure you wanna go home now?"

Before you got to answer he had kissed you again. It felt too good to be true, his lips moving in perfect sync with yours. His hand on your neck and your hands in his hair.

He truly was a fantastic kisser.

And yet again, the world around you had stopped. Cook was the only thing that mattered to you and deep down you knew how wrong it all was but Cook made you feel worth it. Made you feel good about yourself.

After he let go of you, he grabbed your hand once again and you two slowly walked back to your house without saying another word.

You only caught him looking at you every now and then.

But as you stood in front of your house you turned to him and said:"Thank you Cook, I had a lot of fun in that just one hour." He laughed and replied:"Good. Im glad that I could at least make someone happy tonight."

You giggled as well before looking around to see if your mom was by any chance watching you. But the lights were off and the blinds were shut so you looked back at Cook and placed another quick kiss on his lips.

He didnt seem to be having it, so he pulled you even closer to have a proper harder kiss this time.

„I'll see you tomorrow then?" He asked and put a strand of hair behind your ear. „You see that balcony? Left window is mine. Next time make sure my mom doesnt see you."

He laughed his significant cook laugh and nodded. „Understood. But how soon would be too soon? I mean would it be inappropriate to show up in, lets say 10 minutes?"

-„Cook I'm really not the girl to..."

He grabbed your head and spoke:"No, no I just dont wanna go home yet and I wanna cuddle a bit. I'd be gone before your mum could notice anything."

„Cuddle" Cook wanted to cuddle, that was a first.

„Goodnight cook. See you tomorrow."

He nodded, let go of your hand and walked a couple of steps closer to the street.

„Its really warm tonight, I'll have to air out my room a bit though." you hinted and smiled at him before stepping inside the house. Before closing the front door you saw Cook smiling happily at you before looking up to your room for you to open the window for him. This boy was up for some closure he'd never had before.

[voiceless-terror]

Prompts? This is a happy day! If you wish! I'm writing something similar but I need more cakes in the flavor and you write emotions so well! But early days in the archives and Tim and Sasha are giving Jon the cold shoulder and maybe there's an accident or something Jon really needs help with but he doesn't think he can go to either of them and he doesn't know Martin. And the next day he rolls up sick, or beat to hell, or has a cast, or a black eye, and Tim and Sasha are like WAT? And then feels!

Here you are! How do you know EXACTLY what to prompt me??? This is so my speed. So here you go- I hope you like!

“You’ve survived your first month in the Archives! That’s cause for celebration, Martin. Drinks on me!”

Tim’s cheerful tones weren’t hard to miss. Perhaps he didn’t notice Jon standing in the doorway, small and timid. He realized it was the middle of a rather stressful work week, but he just needed a little bit of help with some boxes. He’d been tired and worn out for the better part of the week, and the small ladder in Document Storage was rickety at best. Martin and Tim were both much taller and stronger than him- hell, even Sasha could’ve probably gotten the job done. Just a few minutes and then they could be on their way, to wherever they planned to go. Without him. 

Sasha was the one who noticed him. “Oh- hey, Jon. Did you need something?” 

He looked at the other two, twitching with clear impatience. Martin opened his mouth to speak but Tim made some sort of hushing motion with his hand. A sinking feeling made its way through Jon’s chest and to his stomach- the thought of asking for even the smallest of favors filled him with anxiety. He didn’t think he could bear seeing their faces when they said no. 

“Er, no, just- have a good night, yeah?” His voice sounded off, even to him, but they didn’t seem to make much of it, nodding awkwardly.

“You too!” Martin called after him as Jon scurried down the hallway, biting down whatever sadness stuck in his throat. He’d be here all night most likely. 

It didn’t bother him.

______

Jon stared up at the boxes looming tauntingly on the shelf, filled with statements that were likely just as disorganized as the ones on the shelf below. But these were labeled with the most recent dates in the Archive, and that’s what he planned on going through for the rest of the week.

Back in research, Tim used to prank him by putting things on the highest of shelves- books he needed, tea he wanted. It irked him but Tim would always be right around the corner to lend a helping hand and a teasing word. It got Jon out of his head for a moment, something very few people could accomplish. 

Tim still put things on high shelves in their break room but it just felt cruel, now that he wasn’t comfortable enough to ask for help. Now that Tim was never around the corner.

He put a tentative foot on the step ladder, grimacing as it leaned to the side. He’d put in an order for a new one at the beginning of his tenure but Elias never responded. He felt bad bothering the man with such a petty request when he could just ask his assistants for help. What was he supposed to tell him? ‘Hey my assistants seem to hate me and I’m too scared to ask them’ didn’t inspire much confidence.

Jon took another step forward, willing the ladder to stabilize. He needed to get to the fourth step to even have a chance of reaching the box, high up as it was. Just a bit further.

He made it to the fourth when everything went to hell. As soon as he reached his hands toward the box the ladder creaked and listed dangerously to the side, throwing him wildly off balance. He flailed right off the side, landing with a yelp and a crack on the cold concrete floor of Document Storage. 

The pain emanating from his left arm was almost paralyzing-it had taken almost all his weight in the fall and was lying awkwardly across the floor. It brought tears to his eyes as he tried to move it so he just laid there for a bit, willing himself not to pass out from the pain. How ridiculous he must have looked, lying prone on the ground, defeated by a fucking stepladder. 

When he finally decided to sit up his head spun- he only got as far as scooting back and leaning his head onto a shelf, trying to control his breathing. He had his phone in his pocket. If he needed help, he could just call Sasha or Tim or even Martin. His arm didn’t feel right and he would probably have to go to a clinic or the A & E, something he hated doing. He didn’t think he could brush this one off.

But what if they didn’t answer? He thought about the three of them at the bar, laughing and talking. Tim would be regaling them with some ridiculous story, his phone would ring. He would glance down at it, see Jon’s name and flip it over, ignoring it. 

Or worse, they would come, see him huddled on the floor and laugh. They would try to hold it in at first- they weren’t that rude. But as they helped him to his feet they wouldn’t be able to contain it. How embarrassing he was, how ridiculous. Jon couldn’t bear to be laughed at.

Two weeks ago he had walked past the upstairs break room on his way back from a meeting with Elias. It was entirely unproductive; he could sense Elias’s growing frustration with his lack of progress. Jon wondered if he regretted making him his Head Archivist, if he was already thinking of suitable replacements. Jon wouldn’t blame him.

And that’s when he heard it- an odd, mocking voice that he knew belonged to Ryan from research. Ryan and Jon never got on- Ryan was talkative and prone to gossip, and every attempt he had made to talk to Jon had been shut down by his inability to carry a conversation. On the odd times they were paired together to work, Jon took the brunt of it with utter silence, unwilling to complain about the man lest he be deemed more difficult than he already was.

But the voice he put on- stuffy and posh- was a caricature of Jon’s own. And sure enough, when he glanced in the doorway he saw Ryan hunched over a table, someone else’s glasses on his face as he screwed it up in a scowl and carried on as “Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute” to his captive audience.

His captive audience which included Sasha and Tim. 

He felt his heart shatter as the group laughed at the impression. It was accurate, why shouldn’t they? God, why hadn’t he realized how much everyone hated him here? Any respect he thought he earned faded quickly with this showing. He found himself sprinting down the hallway and locking himself in his office, ignoring Martin’s concerned inquiries as he desperately tried to blink back tears.

Remembering the incident brought the shame and embarrassment back tenfold. No, he would deal with this himself. That was the best course of action.

He took fifteen minutes to properly wallow but once his heart rate lowered and the pain was at manageable, dull roar he got to his feet and staggered down the aisle, constantly searching for a handhold. He had everything he needed on him- it wasn’t so cold that he couldn’t go without a jacket, and he knew he wouldn’t get any work done this evening. 

Making his way down the hallway and up the stairs was almost tortuous; he paused several times and took deep breaths to avoid passing out and making the problem worse. By the time he got to the lobby Rosie was already gone for the day and Ed, the janitor, was idly mopping by the front door.

“‘Ave a good night, sir,” the man said without looking up. “Careful though, s’slippery over-whoa there, Sims!”

He must have looked as awful as he felt because the man dropped his mop and made his way over to his side, his face the picture of concern. Jon was holding his arm at an awkward angle so as not to jostle it. “S’fine,” he wearily started. “Have a good night, Ed.”

“Don’ look fine to me, Jonny.” Jon hated this nickname, but he never let on. He didn’t want to upset the one man who still greeted him day and night, no matter how stressed and irritable Jon looked. It was a nice, comforting routine. “Somethin’ happen?”

“Just took a fall, nothing serious,” he lied, well aware that his palm was scraped and crusted with blood. “I’ll just be going, got a train to catch-”

“Let me get you a cab, son,” he said, a paternal hand on his shoulder. “Shouldn’t be on the tube looking like that, bound to make it worse.” Jon began to voice his protest but the man was already out the door, waving and stamping in the street. He would smile at the scene if he had the energy for it. Instead he just staggered after him, wincing with every step.

“Over here!” the man shouted, standing by a cab a little ways down the road. Ed opened the door and ushered him in, hands helpful and gentle and so kind that Jon has to blink away tears. “There’s a good lad. Take ‘im to the closest A & E, will ya?” Jon watched as he shoved a pocketful of bills in the cabbies hand.

“Ed, you’ve already done enough-”

“Nonsense,” he waved Jon off, still looking at him with that mix of warmth and concern that Jon so desperately needed. “You just get that checked out, y’hear? An’ come back in one piece!” With that, he shut the door and gave him a wave, standing in place until the car was out of sight.

Jon couldn’t hold back his tears after that.

_______

Jon comes in the next day, arm freshly broken and in a sling, medicated to the gills. He paused at first, considering not taking the pain medication but he eventually gave in as the pain progressed throughout the morning. He’s a little late and he’s going to have to march past his assistants’ desks and attempt to avoid questions. 

“Whoa there, boss! What happened?” Tim says immediately upon his arrival. Jon avoids his gaze and looks to the ground, walking as quickly as possible to his office and shutting the door. He deserves a bit of peace before the inevitable interrogation.

Of course, he would never be so lucky. All three assistants are soon hovering around the doorway, looking at him with a worry he doesn’t deserve. He sighs as he casts his eyes to the desk and slumps down in his chair.

“Took a spill yesterday, nothing serious,” he mutters in as staid a tone as he could manage. “Now, if you could please get back to work-”

“You’re not getting out of this that easily,” Sasha says, coming over to his desk, Tim not far behind. Martin stays in the doorway, ever polite. “You were fine we left!”

“It happened shortly afterwards. I advise none of you to use the stepladder for the time being.” He manages a weak smile that none of them return.

“Stepladder? Boss, I told you not to use that anymore!” Tim plops down in a chair, legs immediately going over the arm of it. Jon always imagined them talking in the office like this- a stupid fantasy he entertained when he first got the position. No one had ever sat in those chairs, they just stood in his office and counted the seconds until they could leave. ‘Why didn’t you ask us for help?”

“I-I was going to,” he begins, feeling instantly guilty at the thought of making them feel bad. “But- well, you looked like you had plans.”

Tim and Sasha exchanged a look. “You should’ve at least called us when it happened,” Sasha says, a hand on his desk. Jon aches to take it. “We were right around the corner.”

“I know,” he says. He feels out of it, vulnerable and loose and unmoored. Likely from the meds. 

“You knew and you still didn’t call?” Martin this time, his voice incredulous.

“I didn’t think you would come,” his voice is no more than a whisper and his chest aches something fierce. His hands tighten into fists at the silence that follows; he nervously starts to fill it.

“I know-look, it’s fine we’re not friends any more,” he starts, trying to keep his voice level. “But it- it just seems like you don’t want me to be your boss either?” His voice goes higher in pitch and he can’t seem to stop babbling. “I just- I need to know where I stand. So I know what’s okay to ask. I know this isn’t ideal but I- I need help sometimes. Not a lot, just...just sometimes.” 

“Jon,” Tim has a hand on his arm and an urgency in his voice. “That’s not- of course we would have come. Of course.” 

“I didn’t want you to laugh at m-me.” Christ, could he not get a handle on his emotions for five goddamn minutes? Why was he still talking?

“We would never laugh-” 

“But you did!” The words burst forward, almost a yell. “I-I saw you the other day. With Ryan- laughing at me. You know I don’t-” The breaths come quick and he can feel the tears coming down his face. God, what a mess he was. “I don’t understand where it all went wrong. If- if you don’t like me, why did you accept this job? Why are you here? What- what do I need to do better? Why were you laughing at me!” Jon dissolves into a mess of sobs as he slams his chair back from his desk, desperate to put as much space as he could between himself and his assistants.

But Jon never gets what he wants. Tim has his arms wound gently around his body, taking care to avoid the sling. And Sasha is there, a hand on his back as well.

“We- we weren’t laughing, Jon,” Tim tries, but Sasha cuts in.

“But we didn’t exactly tell him to knock it off, did we?” Her voice is angry and Jon doesn’t know who it’s aimed towards. He feels so stupid, so childish for breaking down like this but he knows what he saw. What he heard. “Ryan’s a jealous dick, he was just being mean. And...I guess we were being sort of mean, too.”

Tim takes over from there. “Look- things have gotten messy since we came down here, yeah? We’re...adjusting, that’s for sure. And I’m sorry that we made you feel like you did something wrong.”

“I- I did though, I must have-”

“No- Jon, look at me,” He hazards a glance at Sasha’s face, looking anywhere but her eyes. “You know me. Emotions aren’t particularly my forte. It’s- it’s a lot easier not to talk about things, but that doesn’t mean it’s right. It was a lot easier to hold onto my anger at being passed over, y’know?”

“If you told me- I would’ve had Elias switch us, I swear-”

“We don’t have to switch. To be honest, I don’t think I know how the fuck an Archive is supposed to be run either. At least not one like this,” She gestures to the room and Jon manages a weak smile. 

“I’m not very good when things get messy, either,” Tim admits, leaning awkwardly on a file cabinet in order to keep an arm around him. Jon hopes the gesture is genuine, and not just an attempt to placate the man having an emotional breakdown in the middle of the office. “But for what it’s worth, I’m sorry. I’ve been a right ass. So while I’m trying to make it up to you, how about you let me and Martin handle the top shelf from now on, yeah?” The joke feels familiar. This is territory Jon can manage.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jon wipes a hand across his face, finally feeling a bit more stable. “S’fine. I forgive you.” He takes the tissue Sasha offers. “Sorry for being so- er, dramatic. The pain medication is quite something, to be honest.”

“Oh God,” Sasha is suddenly all business. ‘“You shouldn’t be at work right now. Not like this- Tim’ll take you home, right?” Tim nods, tightening his arm around Jon’s shoulder.

“Yeah- you’re not going to get anything done like this, Jon. Have a rest, Sasha’ll tell Elias what’s going on, yeah?”

“Of course.”

There it is again- of course. Maybe if they keep saying that, it’ll make it true. 

Jon doesn’t argue as he’s ushered out of the Institute- whatever that was took a lot out of him, and he knows he’s useless to his team like this, dazed and unstable. Martin follows them outside- Jon had almost forgotten he was there. He had slipped out of the office during the worst of it, kindly giving them some space. He wants to thank him but he doesn’t know how. Instead he listens as Martin rattles off all the things Tim should watch out for, like a nervous mother hen.

“I got it, Martin,” Tim says patiently. “But I’ll call you if anything happens.” Martin reluctantly backs off, giving the two of them a wave as they drive out of the parking lot.

“Jon,” Tim begins, putting a special emphasis on his name. He missed being called Jon. “You know I’ll always come when you call. I promise. I’d- I’d never laugh at you, not like that.”

You know. Of course.

“Okay,” Jon responds, staring out the window. He hopes it’s true. If not, well- the words are a start, right?

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27334912