#i want to punch his arm (affectionate) and see what happens

[chrollogy]

im sorry i called you ugly yesterday

[shrimpybbq]

season 1 rafe with his gf & son

i have to be sooo truthful here in that rafe is like 90% the actual worst during the events of season 1 to high school gf!

he's still doing drugs and going to parties, never coming home until the early morning if at all

maybe he was on better terms with his gf for a while, but everyone on the island knows that the pair are always on-and-off

when they are good, rafe is surprisingly sweet to her. he's always opening doors and looking after their son so she can rest. rafe is so much more physically affectionate too during these times, with his hands always on her, stroking her hip or playing with her hair

and then when they fight, it's like all that goes away and he's back to ignoring her

she lives in the main house now as that's where their son's nursery is, but most of the time she's sleeping in the guest room after they argue

rafe's idea of family bonding is going to the country club, drinking his expensive whiskey and eating overpriced food. he likes seeing his son look around wide-eyed at the new sights and new people, and he enjoys having his son sit in his lap while he drinks, mumbling nonsense to see his little smile

he tries to take his son out golfing once only to realise that he couldn't be away from his mother for so long, much to his annoyance. it's fine though bc he's insisting they all go together next time - problem solved in his mind

rafe and high school gf! go to midsummer's together as each others dates. rafe wouldn't have let her go with anyone else anyway, but he likes the display of having her on his arm. he matches his suit to the floral design of her gown to make the statement even clearer (they have a child together and he's worried about people knowing she's his???)

he manages to hide a lot of the events that go on from his gf, but some of them still reach her ears courtesy of sarah, and he can't stand the disappointed look she gives him. sometimes though, he makes her sit down and listen to his explanation, trying to get her to see his side. he's so relieved when she nods and no longer looks at him in that way (but she still doesn't tell him he was right, he always notes)

when barry burns rafe, he's knocking on the door of the guest room with tears in his eyes, clutching his badly burnt arm to his chest. gf just looks at him wide-eyed, telling him to sit on her bed while she grabs the first aid kit. rafe can't help but let the tears stream down his face as she cleans, his head coming to rest on her shoulder as he sobs. that night is the first time he sleeps with her in the guest room, his head nuzzled into her chest as she cradles him

ok but if barry ever threatens his girl and kid rafe won't let it go. he's landing a punch on the drug dealer's face immediately, his rage spiking instantaneously. barry learns not to threaten them again after the second time he wore purple bruises on his chin

oh, sweet pretty gf has no idea what rafe has done to the sheriff, and he plans to keep it that way. he wanted to protect his dad, but he absolutely refuses to let anything happen to his own family. she's so shocked when he tells her of john b's actions, the boy having lived down the hall from them, and rafe plays into the role of protector again. he's got her in his arms as she cries about how he was around their son, and rafe just hums and tells her "i would never let someone hurt either of you, you know that right?". it warms his heart to see her nod into his chest.

sometimes his gf walks into the nursery only to see her son not in his crib, but she knows exactly where he is. pushing open rafe's door she sees the two of them in bed, her sweet baby cuddled up on rafe's bare chest as they both sleep. he needs to be with his son when he has a bad day, which seems to be more often than not nowadays

rafe is rapidly growing more mentally unwell and the only thing that seems to soothe him is his gf and son, and he spends as much time as he can with them. the little baby is always in his arms as he coos down at him, watching his kid's eyes brighten at the sight of his dada. rafe reasons with himself that everything he does is to protect his family and that he couldn't be wrong then, could he?

Click here for pre-season 1 rafe, gf & their unborn son

Click here for season 2 rafe, gf & their son

Click here for season 3 rafe, gf & their son

Click here for season 4 part 1 rafe, gf & their son

Click here for the 18 month gap before season 4 rafe, gf & their son

Oh this was a bit of a novel, but rafe truly has so many facets to explore, let alone once you give him a big motivator like a kid!

[faithfulren]

the unseen heart (pt. 2)

weeks after the interrupted confession, y/n tries to move on, but their feelings for bakugo remain strong. they continue to interact, with bakugo showing small signs of change and consideration.

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weeks passed since your confession, and life at U.A. high continued as usual. you buried yourself in training and missions, trying to distract yourself from the unresolved feelings lingering in your heart. but despite your best efforts, you couldn’t shake the memory of that interrupted conversation with bakugo.

one evening, as you were heading back to the dorms after a particularly tough training session, you saw bakugo sparring alone in the gym. his intensity and determination were palpable, and you found yourself drawn to him once again.

you leaned against the doorframe, watching him in silence. each punch and kick was executed with precision, his movements a testament to his unwavering dedication. finally, he paused, noticing your presence.

"what are you staring at?" he barked, wiping sweat from his brow.

you straightened up, a small smile playing on your lips. "just admiring your technique, bakugo. you never fail to impress."

he scoffed, though there was a hint of a smirk on his face. "tch. you should be focusing on your own training, not watching me."

you chuckled softly. "i was just finishing up. anyway, i wanted to talk to you about… what happened a few weeks ago."

bakugo's expression hardened, and he looked away. "not now. i'm busy."

your heart sank, but you nodded, not wanting to push him. "alright. maybe another time."

as you turned to leave, bakugo's voice stopped you. "wait."

you looked back, hope flickering in your chest. "yeah?"

he hesitated, his usual confidence faltering for a moment. "that thing you said… about having feelings for me. why?"

you blinked, surprised by the question. "why? because… you're strong, determined, and you never give up. you inspire me, bakugo. even if you're rough around the edges, i see the good in you."

bakugo's eyes narrowed, as if he were trying to gauge the sincerity of your words. "you're not just saying that?"

you shook your head, stepping closer. "no. i meant every word."

for a moment, he was silent, then he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "i… don't know how to deal with this. i've never been good at this kind of stuff."

you took another step closer, your heart pounding. "you don't have to have all the answers right now. i just wanted you to know how I feel. whatever happens next, we can figure it out together."

bakugo looked at you, his usual bravado replaced with uncertainty. "fine. but don't expect me to change overnight."

a smile tugged at your lips. "i wouldn't dream of it. just… take it one step at a time?"

he nodded, a small smirk appearing. "yeah, one step at a time."

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over the next few weeks, things between you and bakugo slowly began to change. he wasn't exactly warm or affectionate, but he made an effort to be more considerate. he would spar with you more often, offering tips and advice, and sometimes you'd catch him watching you with that same unreadable expression.

one day, during a particularly challenging training exercise, you found yourself paired with bakugo. the task was to navigate a series of obstacles and reach the goal as a team. you both started off strong, but halfway through, you misjudged a jump and ended up dangling from a ledge.

"hang on, y/n!" bakugo shouted, rushing to your side.

you tried to pull yourself up, but your strength was failing. "i can't-"

before you could finish, bakugo grabbed your arm and hoisted you up with surprising gentleness. you landed on solid ground, panting, and looked up at him in gratitude.

"thanks, bakugo. i owe you one."

he grunted, his expression softer than usual. "just focus on not falling next time. let's go."

you nodded, and together you completed the exercise. as you reached the goal, a sense of accomplishment and camaraderie filled the air. bakugo turned to you, his usual scowl replaced with a rare, genuine smile.

"good job, y/n. you did well."

your heart swelled at his words, and you felt a surge of hope. maybe, just maybe, things were starting to change.

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one evening, you found yourself on the rooftop again, staring at the stars. the door creaked open, and you turned to see bakugo stepping out, a rare look of contemplation on his face.

"bakugo? what are you doing up here?"

he shrugged, leaning against the railing beside you. "needed some air. what about you?"

you smiled, looking back at the night sky. "just thinking. it's peaceful up here."

for a moment, you both stood in comfortable silence, the cool breeze rustling your hair. then bakugo spoke, his voice unusually soft.

"y/n, about what you said… i think i understand a bit better now."

you looked at him, surprised. "really?"

he nodded, his gaze fixed on the stars. "yeah. i've been thinking about it a lot. and… i guess i don't hate the idea of us being together."

your heart skipped a beat, and you took a step closer. "bakugo, are you saying…?"

he turned to face you, his eyes serious. "i'm saying that i want to give this a try. i can't promise i'll be perfect, but… i want to try."

tears of joy welled up in your eyes, and you smiled, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. "that's all i ever wanted, bakugo. just to try."

he smirked, reaching out to wipe a tear from your cheek. "then let's take it one step at a time, together."

you nodded, your heart full of hope and happiness. as you stood on the rooftop, under the starlit sky, you knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter. one where your love for bakugo was no longer unrequited, but a journey you would embark on together.

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TAGLIST : @yoyolovesdaiki

[1-800-imagines]

the party. part 1 |r.c.|

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“i fucking hate him,” you cried out, throwing your phone across the room. sarah wrapped her arms around you and squeezed.

“he’s a dick.” she said simply. she smoothed your hair back, “i’m going to go get ice cream, just lay down and i’ll be back.”

you nodded as she broke away from you. you had recently been broken up with by your long term boyfriend and he had just posted a picture with another girl, knowing you’d see it.

it was also the girl he had told you ‘not to worry about’.

thankfully you had been at sarah’s house when you saw it otherwise you would’ve been in trouble. you probably would have shown up and punched him in the face.

sarah left her room, grabbing her keys and heading out which left you alone with your thoughts.

you couldn’t help it, your eyes welled up and tears started to fall. a small sob escaping your lips.

too distracted by your own pain, you hadn’t realized rafe was leaning on the door frame. “you okay kid?” rafe asked.

you looked up and wiped the tears from your cheek nodding. you didn’t want rafe to see you cry. “i’m fine, just somethin in my eye.”

rafe laughed, “that’s a bunch of bullshit and we both know it.” he walked into the room and sat at the edge of the bed. “i saw his story.” rafe’s voice was quiet, “can’t believe he’d be so stupid to fuck things up with you for that dumb coke whore.”

a tear slipped down your cheek and rafe wiped it away with his thumb. you sucked in a breathe and rafe smiled, “why don’t you and sarah come to the party tonight?” normally rafe hated when sarah came to his friends’ parties. especially since she had recently broken things off with topper and gotten with john b.

other than that fact, you knew it was a bad idea. especially since it was at topper’s house and your ex was friends with topper. rafe knew this and as if he could read your mind, he said, “i’ll make sure he doesn’t go near you. promise.”

“what about sarah and top?” you asked quietly, also wanting to ask if your ex’s new girl would be there.

“they’ll play nice. especially if i tell top ahead of time. otherwise id sarah doesn’t wanna go, you can come with me.” he said it every so casually.

the thought of it made your stomach flip. going to a party with rafe? that would make your ex, scott, flip the fuck out. which is exactly what you wanted to happen.

“yeah i’ll ask sarah. but otherwise ill go with you if that’s okay?”

rafe just smiled and shook his head, “wouldn’t have offered if i didn’t want to, kid.” your stomach flipped when he called you kid, again. he had been affectionately calling you kid since you were a literal child. he was only a few years older than you and sarah but his nickname for you never faded. he didn’t even call sarah or wheezie a nickname. only you.

you had never thought of rafe as a brother like you thought of wheezie as a baby sister. you had grown up with a giant crush on rafe cameron.

he patted your leg, snapping you out of your thoughts, and finished by saying, “just text me and let me know what you decide. i got to go pick up from barry and grab some drinks for tonight. okay?” all you could do was nod, your heart racing.

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comment to be tagged for part 2!

[aka-indulgence]

Got a oneshot! Have a fic where Sans rejects your romantic pursuits with a happy twist ;)

CW: Flashback section containing Sans’ ex, where he wasn’t having a good time

(Sans & Gender Neutral Reader)

Sans doesn’t know what he thinks about the whole romance thing after a disastrous start. What happens when a precious friend confesses?

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It wasn’t entirely unexpected.

Sans didn’t think much of it when you came that day. Sans would often usually invite you over anyway, though today you were first to ask him if you could visit. Which was fine- he’s never as comfortable with anyone else as much as he was comfortable with you. (Maybe Papyrus, but even then there were things Sans wouldn’t tell his brother because he didn’t want to burden him with problems that Sans would rather burden himself with.)

You were laughing. He always loved it when you laughed.

“so i told him: paper-thin skin? buddy. pal. i ain’t got skin.”

You were in an uproar, slapping your knee. “Oh my god! I’d give the world to see the look on his face,”

“oh yeah. definitely unforgettable. man got so red faced he looked like he was gonna burst. he then stomped out like an angry toddler.”

You were giggling, before the both of you fell into a silence. That was a normal part of conversations, Sans was used to it. Especially with you, the silence was never unwelcome. But this time… something felt different. The air has shifted. Your carefree expression had changed into something more contemplative. He wasn’t sure what it was, then. Or maybe, he just didn’t want to read too deep into it.

You spoke up.

“... Hey Sans? Can I tell you something?”

Why was he nervous?

“... yeah?”

“It’s… um. Give me a second…” you laughed nervously. “Haha, sorry, I feel a little sick.”

Sans’ brows furrowed. “what’s up? you ok..?”

You huffed. “Ok. Yeah. Sorry for ruining the moment? But uh… it’s been on my mind for a while, and I have to tell you. I hope you’re ok with me saying this but. I like you, Sans. Kind of… a lot?”

… Ringing. Sans hears ringing. It feels like something in his soul crashed.

“... Sans?”

Sans wasn’t there. His mind was somewhere else.

“i just… i just don’t know if i like you in that way…”

Her face broke into despair. She wouldn’t look his way. She didn’t even say a word to him.

“w… wait. why are you… where are you going?”

“I can’t be here.”

It was years ago. Monsters had lived on the surface for about a year. She was one of Papyrus’ friends, and their first meeting had been wonderful. It still leaves an ache in his chest when he thinks about it now, how hopeful he was when he met her. She was fun, always got Sans involved in social events, always found her way towards him when he was sitting on the sidelines while Papyrus took the stage.

“hey i wouldn’t recommend the punch.”

“Why not?”

“y’see, i like funny things. and that thing… it ain’t got a punchline.”

“... Are you seriously punning?”

“i think i’m being funny.”

“Hah, that’s so stupid,”

She was laughing. But when Sans thinks about it now, maybe it was a pitying one. Sans wasn’t one to judge, puns didn’t win everyone over.

She quickly became a regular in his life, the first human friend he’s made since the surface, one that seemed more interested in him than his brother. She would even pout and joke when Sans didn’t give her enough attention which was cute, at the time. It was easy introducing her to his friends, with how often she tagged along with him.

She would put her arm over his shoulders, hug him, get so close to kissing but miss… Sans never initiated, but only because he wasn’t much of a physical person to begin with. It was nice to have someone so affectionate with him.

He really liked having her in his life.

And then… came that fateful day.

“I was going to wait for you. But you never asked me out.”

“what do you mean…?”

“I know you’re smart, Sans. I’ve been obvious. I just don’t know if you even like me.”

He didn’t know where this had come from. He was suddenly put on the spot, struggling to give her an answer, an answer that he knew she wanted. But Sans was lost.

“i just… i just don’t know if i like you in that way…”

“...”

She was stoic. She was upset with him, she left him alone in his room after he brought out the games he was hoping to play together. Had he made a mistake…? Was he really that dense? Was he just terrible with commitment?

She… she deserved better.

So he decided to fix it. At least, he thought he was fixing it. Though it turned to be a decision Sans would regret soon after.

He showed up at her door the next night. She hadn’t responded to his texts, his calls. Not even Papyrus’. He felt guilty, like he ruined something perfectly good.

i can’t lose her.

Sans was starting to panic if she maybe had left- then the door opened. Sans soul shook when he saw how her face fell when she saw his face. She was going to retreat back into her room.

“w-wait! please listen to me,” His hand was at the door. “i… i made a mistake. you’re important to me, ok? and i think i want… to be with you.”

His soul sung when she finally looked him in the eyes. There were tears in hers, but she was smiling, and he was happy to have her hugging him again. The tension snapping was a relief. That he saved himself. But even then he wondered… why did it taste bitter to say those last few words?

It… didn’t last long. More and more of Sans’ time was taken up by her, which… should be a good thing. Couples should spend lots of time together, right? But he didn’t have time for his friends anymore. Everytime she went out, he needed to come with.

“Sans, you smell like ketchup.”

“oh… yeah, i put too much on my hotdog.”

“Come on, you need to eat something better. People keep telling me you smell like grease.”

“... really?”

“Yeah. Here, I got you new clothes. Crisp!”

“oh… thanks.”

“Get ready, I’m planning to go at six.”

He was becoming active. He was going out every day, he wasn’t locking himself in his room.

It was for the better, he told himself. She brought out the life in him.

… Sans always thought he was intuitive. He was the best at reading people. He’s the judge. It came to him like breathing.

But apparently, he had been blinded. He had a hard time trusting himself. That maybe his gut feeling was wrong.

“SANS…”

Papyrus had found him alone during a party, having escaped to the bathroom. His sockets had bags under them. His face was dripping with water. He just… needed to rest. Without anyone else around.

“ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”

“yeah… i am. just needed to freshen up is all.”

Papyrus looked so… sad. He hadn’t seen his brother frown so deeply, in a way that made Sans feel guilty.

“SANS. I KNOW YOU FEEL LIKE YOU NEED TO PROTECT ME FROM YOUR FEELINGS EVEN THOUGH I DON’T NEED YOU TO DO THAT BUT… YOU HAVEN’T LIED SINCE WE SURFACED, AND NOW IT’S BACK. AND I THINK… YOU MIGHT BE LYING TO YOURSELF AS WELL. BROTHER… WHAT’S THE MATTER?”

Sans was getting sloppy. He looked away from him, to the mirror- he couldn’t handle that sorrowful look on Papyrus’ face. All that did though, was force him to confront his own expression. His signature smile wasn’t even there. And Sans couldn’t muster the energy to bring it back.

“I DON’T WANT TO PRY, IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE, BUT… Could This Have Something To Do With Her?”

Sans should’ve said no. Denied it. Told Paps that everything was fine and he was just… just overwhelmed. But he didn’t.

“i… maybe. i…” He exhaled through his phalanges, staring at the bottom of the sink. “i don’t know if i love her, pap. at least… romantically. i’m… i’m trying paps, i’m trying, i should- she deserves to have someone love her. i want to love her.”

Papyrus finishes his thought for him.

“BUT YOU DON’T.”

“... no.”

Sans felt horrible. He felt like he was leading her on. But Sans really thought that he loved her. He did! He cared for her!

… But not in the way she wanted.

And Sans didn’t want to pretend anymore.

“What did it? Did… did you find another person??”

“no. it’s nothing like that.”

“Then what changed?!”

She was shouting. Sans didn’t like the shouting. She never took kindly to him giving anyone- anything else attention. Sans tried to fix it, at first. He thought he was the problem until he got the messages asking him where he was, why he was so absent.

“nothing has, it was just a lot of little things. i’m sorry. i don’t love you in that way.”

“... How could you say something so horrible!?”

It was a good thing they hadn’t moved in together. She had insisted on moving, and that was one thing Sans could put his foot down about. He has a couple of old shirts and pants at her place from the nights he’s stayed, but nothing he’ll miss much. Lots of them were clothes she approved. It smelled like perfume. Even when he thought he was in love with her he thought moving together then was too fast.

She blocked him. Cut him out. Told her friends how Sans didn’t try hard enough when she put in the effort. Sans was never a crier- but he was in tears, hiding in his room. He would talk about it with Papyrus, but right then, he didn’t want anyone to hear. He wanted to throw his phone, he wanted to scream at her. He loved her! Maybe- maybe he never wanted to date her, maybe, if they hadn’t they’d still be friends but she always just… took too much.

It was nice when Papyrus chose to cut her off, to show support for him. It was ironic, even though Sans was the one she always chased, she always seemed to be on good terms with Papyrus. Even would ask him to put in a word for her after their arguments.

Sans was fine now. No- more than fine. Sans was happy. His time with her being a mere bump during his time on the surface.

Then, not too long after, he met you.

He never realized what was missing until he met you. You gave him space, and you never asked him to change for you. You… you liked who he was, you liked Sans.

After her Sans was afraid to attach so fast but… he really, really wanted to keep you in his life. He might even like you, more than a friend would. But he wasn’t ready to start another storm in his life.

As he looked into your eyes, he felt his soul sink. He wasn’t ready for it to end.

“... i… i’m sorry,” Why was the air so hot? “i… i… hhh,”

“Huh?”

It was a little hard to breathe. Which should be impossible. He’s a skeleton… air… air literally moves through his ribcage. He isn’t… uh… what’s happening?

You were frowning. Oh no. Were you upset?

“S-Sans? Are you ok?”

Sans was gripping the couch too tightly, phalanges digging into the couch cushions, close to ripping them. Beads of sweat were rolling down his skull. He suddenly felt pathetic… panicking over you.

“Sans?”

His eyelights darted back to you, bringing him back to the present. You looked so confused… he felt so guilty.

no… i can’t do it again.

“i… sorry. i don’t… mean to panic in front of you but… are you upset?”

“About what? I’m… Sans, you’re not making a lot of sense.”

He presses a hand to his face, then takes a deep breath. His mind was in a frizzle and he had to explain to you now before he goes crazy.

“sorry, my mind is a mess right now. i… i don’t want to make you sad. but i don’t know if i’m ready for a relationship right now. and it isn’t you, it’s… it’s me. i don’t want to take away your hope or anything but… i don’t know if i’ll ever be ready for a romantic relationship.”

You blinked at him.

“Oh,”

 Sans tensed. Expecting you to explode, or cry, or yell at him, run out the house, hate him, oh god he ruined everything-

“Sans, that’s… ok?”

“...”

what?

“w… what do you mean?”

You’re confused. Sans was too. You shift your eyes left and right.

“I mean… that’s ok. I just didn’t want to make you upset is all, and w… why are you looking at me like that?”

Was he dreaming? His eyelight flashed yellow, as if he could find something. He scanned your face, your eyes, your nose- looking for a shudder, a twitch, even a pulse out of place.

Your face was neutral. Was it just hard to read you?

“you know, you can tell me if you’re upset.” Sans was telling the truth. “i can take it. i’d rather you tell me straight to my face if you are. i… i don’t want to lose you.”

You look startled at his sudden pleading, before giving him a pitiful smile. You put your hands on his shoulders.

“Sans? Can you look at me?” You asked in a soft voice.

It was difficult to look up. He knows you, you’re not the type to yell at him or to curse him for little things. He’d trust his judgment but he’s been mistaken before. Nonetheless, slowly, he tilts his skull up to you. When he does, he sees the determination in your eyes, a fierce yet gentle look.

“Sans. Believe me, I’m ok. You’re not going to lose me if you tell me no. Ok?”

“m… mhm,”

Your serious expression melts a little when you start snickering. “Sans, I… I didn’t even get to finish my sentence. I was about to tell you that I’ll understand if you don’t wanna do a whole romance with me, I’ll be fine! I think it’d be great, and I stand by saying I like you a lot. But, I also like where we are right now, and staying like this is pretty nice too. Just being with you is fun, and whether you’re my friend or my boyfriend, that’s not going to change. So… if you’re ok with staying friends after my confession, I think I’d like that.”

The static of panic started to fade away, and a feeling of calm washed over him. The relief was so potent that Sans could feel his sockets start to sting.

h… heh… i was worrying for nothing.

“yes. god, i’d like that too,” Sans wobbles, phalange wiping his socket. “i was scared that if… if i said no you’d hate me.”

“Pfft,” you snort, before you quickly covered your mouth. “Sorry that wasn’t, I’m not laughing at you. I just want to know what made you think that?”

You bump him gently on the shoulder with your fist. “I thought you knew me!”

Sans snickers, a bit more giggly than usual. “i do! i just have doubts when it comes to romance nowadays,” He sighed. “so… you’re really ok with being friends?”

“Yeah! What’s so bad about being friends anyway? As long as you’re not weirded out by me, if I still get to see you, I count that as a win.”

Sans thought the same thing. He smiled.

“yeah… you’re right.”

It was definitely a win having you in his life.

You go oof! When all of a sudden Sans tugs you into a hug, squeezing you tightly.

“i’m… i’m glad i met you.”

You take him in for a moment, before wrapping your arms around him. You squeeze him back.

“Me too.”

[mellifiedprincess]

This was wrote very quickly, sooo not really sure if it’s good or not :/

“Good morning campers! I’m your host Nick Sturniolo.” There’s a slight pause before your eyes drift over to your boyfriend. “Matthew Sturniolo here.”

“Chrizzz.”

“And welcome back to the Cut the Camera podcast.” You can hear the joy in Nicks voice as he continues the intro. Your head is placed in Nicks shoulder, arms wrapped around one of his, in search of comfort.

Usually, you find comfort in the arms of your boyfriend. But not today. Today he and Chris have betrayed your trust, and therefore you are forced to cling to Nick against his free will.

“Of course I can’t continue without explaining why Y/N is glued to my side. For those who are not watching this on youtube, normally Y/N and Matt would be sitting together. Being gross and all that, but not today.” Nick pauses, looking at you before switching his eyes from Matt to Chris.

“Would anyone like to explain?” Before either of the boys can even think about speaking, your body lunges forward to grab Nicks mic. “Matt and Chris are evil spawns of satan and deserve to be put in solitary confinement.” You glare at the stupid laughing idiots sitting across from you and sink back down next to Nick.

“JESUS Y/N/N!” Chris can barely get words out from laughing at your outburst. “Kids wanting us locked up.”

“Nick! Make him shut up before I punch his stupid face.”

“Alright sweetheart.” Nick laughs and gives your arm an affectionate rub.

“Chris cut it out. Leave her alone.” Matt finally speaks up, his lopsided grin giving away the fact he finds the current scared state his girlfriend is in to be amusing. His eyes meet yours and even though he knows you’re not seriously upset with him, he still wants to apologize profusely and shower you with affection.

“Will you please come over here and sit by me?” He pleads with you, but you’re not having it. “No!” You huff out and squeeze Nicks arm even tighter.

“Ohhhkay, moving on.” Nick interrupts before things escalate. “The reason Y/N and Matt are mad at each other-“

“I’m not mad at my girlfriend. I miss her and want her over here with me!” Matt cuts Nick off with a tone one could only describe as…pouty. “Maybe if you didn’t try to paralyze me with fear and send me into cardiac arrest, I wouldn’t be over here with Nicky praying on your downfall.” With that you cross your arms and purse your lips, that same glare from earlier back.

An audible whine leaves your boyfriend’s lips. A whine. He was actually trying to kill you.

“Can I tell the viewers what happened? Or am I gonna keep getting interrupted?” After everyone finally quiets down, Nick continues.

“So, many of you may not know this about our angel of a friend Y/N, but one of her biggest fears is things/people running at her.” You can clearly see the amusement on the triplets faces, because of how ridiculously funny the situation is to them. It wasn’t to you though. “It could literally be a baby crawling towards her super fast and the girl is screaming and frozen with fear.”

Before Nick starts to speak again, Chris starts laughing uncontrollably once again. “Remember when we went to that haunted house thing for halloween and at the end, like after you make it back outside, there was that guy holding a chainsaw-“ You already knew what he was talking about, one of the scariest moments of your life.

“Christopher don’t!” Your tone is one of warning, and your eyes widen at the memory that haunts you daily. (Dramatic much?)

Of course, that fucker continues anyway. “No wait, this is one of my favorite Y/N/N stories. Chris has to tell it.”

“You traitor!” You point an accusing finger at Nick, who only laughs at you. “I can’t trust any of you!” You quickly move to sit by Matt after that, a satisfied grin makes its way onto his face and he wraps his arms around you as soon as you’re next to him.

And as soon as your body falls into his, any fear you had diminishes instantly. Like your body knew the safest you would ever feel was anywhere in his proximity. You feel his lips press against your temple, before making its way across your cheek, and then finally turning your head a little to give you a proper kiss on your lips.

“And the barf mobile has arrived.” Nick deadpans. “Fuck off.” You and Matt deadpan in unison.

“Alright when I come running at you with a chainsaw, don’t say shit.”

The image of Nick running at you makes you curl into Matt’s side even more. “Alright, stop scaring her. She literally won’t sleep tonight and will probably make me go with her to the bathroom every time she has to use it.”

“You’re funny if you think I’m not making you go with me to the bathroom after the shit you and Chris pulled.”

Matt can only grin down at you, he was just happy that you were back beside him. Codependency is a bitch <3

“Alright, back to what Matt and Chris did to Y/N. Y/N, you wanna start the story off?” Nick directs the attention on to you and you start playing with Matt’s fingers as an anxious habit.

“Let’s start off with the fact, I was in the middle of cooking dinner for these idiots and I thought I was still the only one home.” You watch Chris cover his mouth to try to hide his smile, ultimately failing.

“I heard something from downstairs and thought maybe Chris left his patio doors open and an animal got in. Wouldn’t be the first time. So, I put my investigation skills to the test and went to see what it was. Anyone want to guess what it was?” You pause for dramatic effect, looking around the table for a moment.

“It was my lovely boyfriend and dumbass best friend standing at the bottom of the staircase with creepy ass masks on. And as soon as they saw me they start running up the stairs towards me!” A shiver of fright runs through your body at the scene replaying in your head.

“And what did your fight or flight instincts tell you to do?” Matt asks, already knowing the answer since he saw it firsthand. “I don’t have fight or flight instincts. I have freeze instincts. BECAUSE I WAS FROZEN FROM FEAR!”

And at your outburst, the three brothers start laughing uncontrollably, Matt earning a slap to his chest as his body shakes from how hard he was laughing.

“And what makes it even worse is when my body finally registered I needed to move my fucking ass, I ran to our room and immediately called Matt.”

“Awe baby, I’m so sorry.” He’s quietly laughing now, pulling you even closer to his body. “I promise I won’t scare you like that ever again.” You cut your eyes at him and plants a kiss to your cheek, trying to convince you.

“Maybe not intentionally, but Y/N/N literally gets scared if you look at her for too long.”

Chris was right, but he didn’t have to call you out like that.

“I will hide every can of pepsi you bring into this house.” You threaten and watch as his mouth drops open in shock, before he fucking. starts. staring. you. down.

“CHRIS! Cut it out!” Matt yells at his younger brother when he realizes he’s trying to scare you again.

“You are all very bizarre.” Nick shakes his head and gets ready to move on to the next topic.

[fun-k-board]

Hi, may I request a headcanons of The Brotherhood(Quicksilver, Blob and Toad) whose crush is gn reader? How would they act?

The Brotherhood (X-Men: Evolution) X gender neutral crush

Note(s) : Sorry it took so long, I was struggling to figure out how to write for them (⁠*⁠・⁠～⁠・⁠*⁠) I think I got it right though?

Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver

'Hey! Over here, nooo, not there, silly! Here!'

Oh he's so annoying (affectionate)

Pietro's main goal is to make you think about him wherever you are, that means bugging you constantly.

Assuming you're in the same school, he's constantly switching out your homework with blank pieces of paper, drawing messages in your books, speeding over to poke you in class knowing you can't do anything about it, etc.

It only gets worse if you're an X-Man.

During missions if you're against each other he's constantly going after you, it's gotten him in trouble with Mystique more times than he can count because he refuses to acknowledge the main purpose of the mission, instead, he only wants to annoy you.

Sometimes it's just pushing you over then zooming away, other times he constantly taunts you while running so fast you can't catch him or tell where he's going next, whatever it is, he makes sure it's enough of a bother that you start to get frustrated.

If you're in the brotherhood he can at least get missions done but you know he's bothering you the entire time, you basically end up doing all the work.

Is he flirty? Absolutely.

Expect his arm around your shoulders or waist while he talks on and on so fast you can't even catch what he's saying, but when he does slow down he's all 'You're the only one for me.' 'I love your shirt, is it new?' 'Your eyes are so beautiful, I could stare at them for hours.'

Lance and Todd are throwing up in the background.

Wanda wants to punch her brother into a separate dimension.

Fred's just chilling.

Think of him like Lance with Kitty but more focused on teasing you rather than being completely smitten, don't get him wrong, he loves you and he'd probably even make you a sandwich if you asked, but he'll be an asshole about it.

'Oh, come on, that's so much effort! Can't you just do it yourself?' but before you can answer he zooms off to do what you asked of him. 'here, I guess.' he huffs, a grin on his face as he hands you the item you requested.

Frederick J. Dukes / The Blob

'Do I have to stay with them..?'

Fred is under the assumption that it's impossible for you to like him back after what happened with Jean, of course he was pushy and unfair with her, but she also rejected him and all of the X-Men despise him. So, he doesn't exactly have many options when it comes to friendship, let alone dating, besides the Brotherhood.

Then comes you.

Whether you're an X-Man, member of the Brotherhood, Morlock, perhaps just a fellow mutant, or a human, student at school, he'll truly never believe that he has a chance.

While before he was fairly obsessive and pushy with his crushes, with you he's silent and very awkward, even if you're nice to him he expects backlash if he ever confesses.

If you're a member of the brotherhood his awkwardness is slightly less explainable and far more noticeable, you're his teammate, you spend almost all day together, yet he can hardly look at you and loudly complains when he's paired with you or left alone with you. It probably makes you feel like he hates you.

He's very embarrassed if you confront him about it.

Awkward, he stumbles over his words and is breathing a little heavy as he does so, trying his best to explain that he doesn't hate you, he's just. Well. You see.

It's a similar situation if you attend his school, human or mutant, he's very sweet to you and tends to avoid messing with you. Fred usually quiets down when you get near, almost shutting down in a way. The others tease him for it all the time.

He'll most likely try to avoid you, maybe Lance, Pietro and Todd will push him to interact with you just to 'stop him from bugging them about it', they totally just want to help him out, and it ends with him always running away in embarrassment or assuming, if you're quiet or not that reactive, that you hate him.

If you're paired in a school project, Fred will absolutely just skip school, he doesn't care, he skips class regularly anyway, no Pietro, it's not to avoid you, he's just too cool for class.

If you're an X-Man, it's very different.

Fred is under the assumption you both share a mutual hate for each other, you're enemies after all! The tightness in his chest that he's feeling is totally just violent urges, that's it, that's all, it's not the want to hold your hand, hold you, tell jokes and make you laugh, no, no, that's not it at all!

He tends to target you to try and avoid his feelings quicker, he hates hurting you, but throwing you away from him, physically, makes sure he won't get distracted by you.

Fred ends up crying in his room when he goes home because he's afraid he hurt you.

Heck, even the other members of the brotherhood just want him to get with you already. Lance is especially eager because he won't be the only one being made fun of for dating an X-Man.

Eventually it does spill somehow and I'd imagine he would try to run away from you, maybe you catch up or explain to him later on, whichever one, he'll get very happy when you confirm you share feelings for him. He practically fixates on you so hard that you're the only thing he talks about.

Todd Tolansky / Toad

'Hey, how it's goin', beautiful?'

He proceeds to fall down on his face.

Todd is a bit of a creep, constantly following you around and showing off his nonexistent muscles, telling the most unfunny jokes and pulling pranks on people in an attempt to impress you.

He doesn't smell nice, he's been told this his entire life, that he's slimy, disgusting, every insulting name under the sun. As such, he decides to at least try and take a shower more often for you, to make you less likely to avoid him, of course!

Todd has a big grin on his face every time he talks to you, bouncing off his feet like he's just won the lottery. He's also very, very flirty, just not that good at flirting.

His pick up lines are very 'the immediate Google search results for pick up lines.' type of cheesy, very stereotypical and eye rolling.

If you're an X-Man, member of the Brotherhood, human, mutant, etc, it doesn't matter much to him, he treats you the exact same. The only real difference is how much time he spends around you.

In the brotherhood he does try to avoid flirting in front of the guys to avoid embarrassment or teasing, but surprisingly he does ask for a lot of advice regularly. It usually never goes well, Lance and Pietro tend to just give very wrong or confusing tips and Fred doesn't really have any to give in the first place.

If you're an X-Man he tries to impress you by fighting your teammates, usually he loses, but sometimes he does win! He'll pose and ask if he's just the coolest guy or what. Todd doesn't like fighting you but he will, because unfortunately Mystique is absolutely terrifying and he doesn't want to face her wrath.

In school he likes to ask for your help, constantly bugging you about how he just desperately needs your assistance to study for this test coming up, which to be fair he does. But, if you agree to help him, he doesn't actually try. He just flirts with you the entire time.

His crush is obvious, incredibly so, even the most clueless of individuals would know he loves you because he says it directly every single day. He doesn't exactly need to 'confess' per say, all you really need to do is accept his flirting or flirt back, maybe ask him out yourself.

[hobvitr]

can i req spiderwoman!reader whos kinda enemies/rivals with noir and they’ve been competing whos better at fighting villains and one day reader gets hurt too much and he takes care of her

spider-noir x reader

fem!reader

genre/warnings: fluff, kinda rivals to lovers (i don't know how to distinguish tropes damn) angst if you squint, reader gets hurt, self-depreciating joke, mentions of blood, i think that's it, unrevised writing

note: thank you for this request, he's the only man ever !! loved the idea, really. tried to not get carried away in the end (i became flustered while writing) recommended song: te amo - rihanna

being a vigilant is stressful enough, but you manage to make it fun by proving you're better at punching some asses than noir is.

everyone in the group found your relationship with noir the most entertaining thing to see. a spiderman and a spiderwoman competing to see who was better at catching villians wasn't the most common scenario someone imagine happening, and yet you two brought that to the teens lifes.

when you both met, noir wasn't the most talkative man on the presence (especially if peter b was present) but you managed to get him talk to you with your undying charm. that said charm was: your villain count. your count was higher than everyone else in the group, and that made you proud of yourself as a hero and as a woman.

"that is very close to mine" was his answer. your competitive side already starting to show with so little being said. "oh, how close?" you asked with a nudge on his arm. "two more than you." he looked down at you with his mask covering his face, but you could feel the shit eating grin he had.

alright. that was the moment you swore on your life you were going to beat this man's ass at that count. one more motive for you to do your heroic job, and it was a competition.

as you started to show your new count on beating villains, noir always came with a higher one. and that made you frustrated. on the other hand, he seemed to very much enjoy the game between you two as he was always winning, but he didn't cared as much as you did, he just found endearing making you feel competitive, felt like a instigator, and he liked it.

the day both numbers tied, you almost popped a champagne, thinking how funny it would be if you aimed and hit the bottle cap at peter's smug face (affectionately, but he doesn't have to know).

"alright, it's actually not funny when we have the same number" your cheering was slowly stopping when you realized "but i have an idea" noir raised an eyebrow underneath his mask "what is it?"

"we fight the same villain to see who wins" you suggested, shrugging your shoulders "if you win i'll kill m-"

"alright, let's not get that deep" noir cuts you mid sentence, at your not so healthy comment about the competition. you chuckle at his reaction "i'm kidding, I'll obviously win" a wink followed.

when the opportunity showed up for you two to fight together, you took as your win already. not one thing could go wrong... except it could.

as you swing between the wreckage, you took all your effort to not even let noir get close to the vulture. you wanted to handle this on your own and show that you're capable of more than him.

"i thought we agreeded to work together" noir was able to get closer to you enough for you to hear him. his voice broke all your concentration mid fight with the big ass bird, who hit you with full force by the position you were. you flew half of the place, falling so fast on top of some metal shelf that you weren't even able to stick your web somewhere to help your landing.

you feel the blood pooling on your mouth, 'that can wait' you thought to yourself, getting up almost instantly if it wasn't for the stinging pain on your ribcage.

"are you okay?" you swore you heard pure desperation in noir's voice, as he came to hold your arms and check you out for any visible wounds. "yeah, sure" you reply hurriedly, not letting him know you were feeling the most pain you experienced in your life. "I'll just.. beat him very quick I'll be right back" you pat his arm, so fast that when he registers you're already full of rage on the vulture, knocking him out and capturing him underneath a good amount of web.

"oh fuck" you hiss, pressing above the internal wound on your rib. your mask was stained with blood, your blood. noir was so fast to get to you when he noticed. "does it hurt when you breathe?" he asks, hands holding your face, making you concentrate only on him. you shake your head 'no', too weak to speak. "good, but i am taking care of you right now" he holds you bridal style.

"no way, we have to stay here until someone come take him" you try to argue with him, unsuccessfully because he was already taking you out the scene "that can wait" your eyebrows furrow, confused with him so worried. "it's not that bad..."

"it is for me" he finally stopped at what looked like the window of your apartment, you were too light headed to register. he managed to get you inside and you were laying on your bed. "can you sit?" was the first thing he asked, your vision was a little bit blurred but you tried to sit straight with his help.

"apparently yes but not really" you chuckle lightly, rubbing a hand down your face. "here, take these" he offered you some painkillers with a glass of water and you took it like a starving man. "may i..." he asks permission first to take off your mask, and you nod softly.

he lifts up your mask, extra careful with the scratches over your face, and takes it full so it don't get in his way to clean your cuts.

you suddenly feel shy at his touch, you found it cute he was taking care of you even after you were so reckless because of a little competition. he was quiet and so was you, too embarrassed to say something.

his fingers gently pressing the medicine wet cotton pad above all the cuts, you too flustered to make eye contact until you hear a low chuckle "i was so worried" he said almost like to himself, head lowered as he briefly stopped his movements, only to return when he was back looking at you.

"don't do that again, please" he pleaded, making your face go bright red, which was pretty visible with the bedside light on. "i won't" you breathed out. "may i...?" you hook a finger at the end of his mask, asking permission to take it off, which he replied with a low voice cracked "yes".

you took off the material, his face red just like yours, as he picked his glasses to put above his nose. "you're pretty" you manage to say, surprising even yourself, must be some side effects of the painkillers you took.. is what you think, but you couldn't deny his beauty either way.

"you're prettier" you don't feel the warmth of the cotton no more, you feel the warmth of his thumb caressing the skin of your cheek. "is cuddling included in taking care of me?" you tease while smiling from the contact, and inciting a chuckle from him. "you want it to be?" he boldly teased back, making you hide your face under your hand.

"now that you clearly flirted back with me i may want it, yes" you reply with a light shrugg of your shoulders as if it was nothing, but your face showed the opposite.

he supports his weight on his arms, hands on the bed at each side of you, his face leveling with yours, few inches close "on it, doll".

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

They had just finished up band practice when Vickie overheard Jordan and Brandon talking about Eddie Munson. Robin had walked out already, promising to wait outside the band hall for her.

"I don't know, man, I still think Eddie did it," Jordan said.

"They wouldn't have let him back into school if they thought he was still a murderer, Jordan," Brandon said.

"They were willing to ignore the fact that he was selling drugs, man," Jordan said.

"It's just weed," Brandon sighed and rolled his eyes.

"No, I heard he sells special K too," Jordan said. "That's the date rape drug. I wouldn't be surprised if he was using it on those kids in his club."

"Hey, Jordan," Vickie snapped.

She was seeing red. She had never been this angry in her entire life. She had been hanging out with Robin a lot lately, trying to work up the courage to ask her out. Hanging out with her meant hanging out with Robin's friends, and she's enjoyed hanging out with them. She's seen the way Eddie was with Dustin and his friends, the way he was willing to own up to the mistakes he did make. He didn't have a killer bone in his entire body.

"Shit, Vickie's pissed. Have you ever seen her pissed?" Jordan asked with wide eyes.

"Nope, and it looks like it's directed at you, pal," Brandon said.

"Hey, Vickie," Jordan smiled gently.

"Jordan, your dad's a pharmaceutical salesman, right?" Vickie asked, trying to remain level-headed.

"Yeah?" Jordan asked.

"Well, what's the difference between what he does and what Eddie does?" Vickie asked.

"Well, his drugs aren't illegal," Jordan scoffed. "And he doesn't use them to kill people."

"Dude," Brandon said and gave him a warning look.

"He and Steve Harrington are awfully chummy. Bet they use the drugs on Buckley to - ,"

All Vickie could see was red, and before she knew it, her fist was flying into his face. Her eyes widened when his head snapped back, and blood started to gush from his nose.

"The difference is that yes, the drugs are illegal," Vickie said, shaking. "Some of your dad's drugs are addictive and some aren't, just like Eddie's. What makes them the same is the fact that they can't know what someone's going to do with them, so the fact that Eddie sells drugs has shit to do with what happened. You don't know what happened because you don't know Eddie. He could never hurt a fly."

"You're crazy, just like -," but Jordan was interrupted.

"Hey!" Brandon snapped. "You were being a douchebag, so much so that sweet, calm Vickie Fisher punched you in the face. If anyone asks, I'm going to tell them you tripped, and no one will believe you that you got punched by Vickie because I'm pretty sure that most everyone in here has her back. Go on, Vickie, I'll deal with this asshole."

"Thanks, Brandon," Vickie said softly.

She was running on pure adrenaline when she walked up to Robin. She was leaning against Steve’s car, talking to both Steve and Eddie. There was no one else around when Vickie popped up beside Robin.

"Hey, Fishie," Eddie grinned.

Normally, she would tell Eddie off affectionately for calling her that, but she left it alone this time.

"Robin, do you want to go out with me?" Vickie asked, knowing already that she was out to Steve and Eddie.

Eddie squealed, gasped, and held onto Steve.

"Stevie, it's happening!" Eddie said excitedly.

"I know!" Steve grinned.

"Uh. . .yeah. Yes, I would very much like to go out with you," Robin grinned, blushing.

Vickie grinned and slipped her arm through Robin's.

"So, what made you decide to ask out our dear sweet Birdie?" Eddie asked.

Vickie opened her mouth to answer but was interrupted by Jordan approaching them. His nose was red, and he had missed a few spots of blood, but he suddenly looked apologetic.

"Uh, Vickie? I just wanted to apologize. I realize now that I was talking shit about stuff I know nothing about. I said some awful things about your friends. I know that now. I'm sorry," Jordan said. "You have a mean right hook, by the way."

Before she could say something, he was walking away.

"Ah, so it was adrenaline after you defended Robin's honor," Eddie said.

"Not just Robin's, yours too, Eddie," Vickie blushed.

"Aw, Fishie," Eddie said, squishing her face. "You don't have to do that. That's what I have Steve for."

"That is not what you have Steve for," Steve replied, and Vickie giggled.

Robin leaned her head against hers.

"I want to kiss you so badly," Robin whispered.

"Boys, argue later. Let's get out of here!" Vickie exclaimed.

Of course, as soon as they drove off with Vickie and Robin in the backseat, Vickie was capturing Robin's lips with hers. She could hear Eddie wolf whistle, then Steve scolding him. Robin started laughing against her lips, causing Vickie to do the same.

[o-sachi]

Tummy Aches - Drabble for WinBre Week!

ᯓ hiragi's acid reflux happens for a number of reasons and you happen to be one of them (affectionately) ᯓ character; hiragi toma (wind breaker) ᯓ tags; FLUFF, a little bit of tsundere hiragi, no y/n, afab reader, self-indulgent fic hehez

[🐟]: for day 7 prompt - fighting! (they do kind of fight, right?) @windbreakerweek

You could never forget the day he stood bravely in front of you, shielding you from those scumbags that threatened you on the street a few minutes ago. It wasn't much of an exaggeration to say that you were mesmerized by him.

No matter what the scumbags did—punching, kicking, swinging their flimsy bats around—none of them even made a scratch on the man that saved you. He parried his way through, giving them each a single punch enough to put them to sleep.

He quite literally defeated them all without a sweat. Hell, you couldn't even tell that he was in a fight.

"Anyone who causes pain, who brings destruction, who holds evil in their heart, will be purged by Bofurin without exception."

You sat there awestruck at his strength and courage. A fly could've flown into your mouth with how long it was left agape. Truly, you were frozen in place. It's not everyday you witness a one-man-beatdown. You were filled with adrenaline... and newfound admiration?

As you stared at his broad back, dumbfounded, your savior turned to look at you. He felt a bit concerned seeing you dazed like that on the street. Sighing, he walked over to you and crouched down so that you were eye-to-eye.

If he hadn't saved you today, you would have mistook him for a bad guy. But, clearly, he was nothing of the sort.

"Did they hurt you? You alright?"

His eyes darted along your face and arms, checking for any signs of injury. But you quickly shook your head. "No, no, I'm alright. They just threatened me a bit." He smiles warmly at you. "Good to know," he replies, standing up to his feet. "Stay safe, alright? Don't get into trouble again."

Ah... he was walking away. You haven't even thanked him yet.

"Wait!"

He turns to face you once more. With an eyebrow quirked, he wondered what else you had to say.

"Thank you! May I know your name?"

He offers you another smile. "Hiragi... Hiragi Toma."

Well... that happened a few months ago. If only Hiragi knew what that scuffle would result in—he would've ignored your thanks and ran away without telling you his name.

After that fateful encounter, you waited by Furin's gate. While you may not be familiar with its students, you knew well enough what the black uniform with the intricate cuff designs indicated.

The first visit was for you to simply show your gratitude. You planned on asking him to come with you to visit the cafe downtown—your treat, of course. He wanted to deny primarily because he believed that he was only doing his job and that didn't warrant anything in return, especially not this much.

But his friend, whom you've come to know now as Umemiya, insisted that he go through with it. You quickly realized how skillful he was at negotiating with others. One amusing exchange later and Hiragi finally relented.

However, that wasn't the last of your meet ups. Umemiya took an interest in the girl that "asked out" Hiragi. No, not THAT kind of interest. But more so he wants his buddy to end up with you. Ume thought you two would look cute together after all.

And oh boy... he made sure you two met a lot.

Ume invited you to visit Furin every once in a while under the pretense that you were his new friend. He made sure to introduce you to Kotoha as well so it'd become a norm to see you at the cafe too.

Umemiya Hajime was without a doubt the best wingman ever and you were eternally grateful. You liked Hiragi after all.

If it all worked out then, Ume's right hand man would be happy and you'd be even happier. It was a win-win situation for you and the scheming top dog of Furin.

As for Hiragi... you couldn't tell if he felt the same way.

At first, when your smiles were met with him gritting his teeth, you thought it was quite funny. You took it as your own brand of special banter. Y'know—it's like the sunshine meets grumpy trope you read in those young adult romance novels.

But if any of those books told you anything—it's that the grump will soften over time after the painstaking efforts done by sunshine. In theory, it should work out all dandy like that.

However, reality often disappoints.

Your resolve gets weaker as the days go by. You were starting to look like a fool, trying to get him to like you back. Despite all of that and despite wanting to be true to yourself, you believed in the spirit of never giving up until the bitter end.

You'll give it one last shot before putting up the white flag. If he still pushes you away then... that's the end of it.

The sun was beginning to set as you waited for him by the gate of Furin once more. The breeze blew gently, making it perfect for an afternoon stroll.

A couple of Furin students would walk out, greeting you as they prepared their journey back to their homes. Then, he came—the person you were actually waiting for.

The usual scowl adorned his face with his hands stuffed deep into his pockets. A deep sigh escapes from his lips upon seeing you waiting for him.

"Let me guess—you're waiting for me hm?"

You chuckle. "What makes you think that?"

He clicks his tongue. "Don't play with me." Hiragi goes beyond the gate and you follow suit. At the very least, he didn't tell you to buzz off nor is he walking ahead of you.

"You're not asking me to go to the cafe today?"

Have you Pavlov'd him that much to prompt such a question from him?

"No... I guess I just wanted to chat a bit before we part ways."

Funny. But you didn't intend for that last part to have double meaning. At some point on this walk, you'll have to split up to enter different neighborhoods. But, then again, it could also foreshadow what was to become of your fondness for him.

Silence was the only thing between the two of you. While he appreciated the rare calmness despite your presence, he couldn't deny that it was strange that you were so quiet. It was unlike you.

The two of you walked wordlessly for a while. Everything was normal up until you saw another couple walking down the street opposite from you and Hiragi. Your eyes trailed down to their hands and how they were clasped together.

Jealous was the exact word to describe what you felt.

Out of the corner of your eye, you checked him. He was still facing forward, obviously not sparing you glance.

But even then—and you don't know what spurred you on—you reached out for his hand, slowly intertwining your smaller fingers with his.

The touch took a while to register in his brain as he glanced down at your hands.

He quickly yanked his hand away like he was revolted. "What are you doing?"

Part of you expected this reaction, but actually seeing it unfold left you astounded. Not a word left your mouth as he picked up his pace, only to stop a few meters in front of you.

He pulled out his trusty anti-acid reflux tablets from the inner pocket of his school coat and chucked a couple in his mouth. It left you wondering—was he that repulsed by you? Were you so obnoxious to the point that it pushed him to physically refuse you?

This was worse than hearing a verbal form of rejection—that's for sure.

The harrowing pit in your stomach was eating you away—gnawing at every last piece of hope that you had. You lowered your head. "Really? You hate me that much that I make your stomach hurt?"

"Huh?"

Hiragi's eyes widened upon seeing you like that. You were uncharacteristically quiet today and now you were all mopey.

"Hate? What do you mean hate?"

"That," you say while pointing at the box of medicine he was holding. "You had to take that just because I held your hand? Was it so bad it made your stomach turn?"

His jaw dropped. You weren't silly to assume that. After how he treated you all this time—it was the only explanation that made sense. But God, did it frustrate him to be misunderstood.

He could choose to continue pretending or to come out clean.

But the frown on your face and the slight falter in your voice that told him you were on the verge of tears pushed him to do the latter.

"My stomach starts hurting around you—not because I hate you but because... I get nervous around you."

His eyes held nothing but sincerity as he peered into you. "I don't know how to handle these feelings, so now I look like an asshole huh?"

"I'm such an idiot," he sighs.

Was this the revolutionary arc between sunshine and grumpy? Was it happening? Now? At this moment? Really?

Cliche as it was—the confession brought a smile to your face.

"You mean I give you butterflies?"

He sighs again. "I wouldn't use that word... but if it helps you understand then, yes." Hiragi looks away. He had embarrassed himself enough at this point.

You catch up to him and the proximity forces him to look at you.

"So can I hold your hand or will you have another tummy ache?"

He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Seriously. First, you call it butterflies and now tummy ache? What am I? Five?"

Hiragi tries so hard to look annoyed, but it's hard to be convinced when he has your hand in his own.

o-sachi © 2024 pls do not translate/copy/reupload my work on other platforms.

[roachesbf]

I have a question if Ghost would get more cocky since your also a cat or a cat deviant than what would happen if Horangi figured it out ? Would he get more cocky or just more touchy and more affectionate like he found out cause you the reader were sleeping like a cat in the sun in a private spot or maybe he sees the ears or tail you were hiding? Maybe your also a tiger what would he think about the reader also being a tiger ?

Tiger Horangi With a Cat Variant Reader

Artist @ Mr_not_null (twt.com)

The thing with Ghost and Horangi both having a cat deviant partner is that they now know you can handle their natural strength, along the fact you already understand specific social cues that was seen strange or weird to others. But Horangi finding out just ups this factor a shit ton!! He becomes an even more cheeky shit. He likes tugging on your ears with his teeth, giving them the occasional nibble just hear you yowl, and then give it little kitty licks to make it up to you.

He does the same thing with your tail and he’s so lucky he’s cute that you might let him get away with it. He’s just such a playful silly guy, commonnn you wouldn’t punch a playful silly guy now would you.

I’d also say Horangi likes grooming you, makes him feel domestic and cute. He’ll hold you in his arms with your back hitting his chest as he goes to town on your ears. He enjoys if you do it back to him but he likes having you like putty in his arms.

Cuddle sessions between the two of you is a mangled mess. His leg is over yours, your arms are tangled together, and he’s got his tail curled into yours. Anyone entering the room could hear just how loud the both of you are purring against each other in your own comfort.

Just relaxing the two of you like to go out and sun bathe, it’s exactly the same as my other headcanon except now you’re also just as willing to lay in the sun with him. But because it gets hot, instead of cuddling he just lays himself on top of you.

Horangi adores when he catches you giving him that closed eye squint. Knowing what it means it pulls at his heart strings and makes him want to gush all over you but he keeps a serious energy. Going back to the cuddling thing he’ll do it back to you and you guys are just rubbing cheeks against each other while purring AND DAMM ITS THE CUTEST THING EVER !!!

[softrozene]

Reacting to Dutch Wanting a Night with Their Girl

Anonymous requested: Okay, so, I’ve had this in my head for a while. Dutch is a gross old guy who likes pretty young ladies, right? Well, Arthur/John/Javier has this real cute and super affectionate little thing on his arm. What? They’re married/engaged/dating? No, it’s fine. He taught that boy how to read! Giving up his girl for a night isn’t that big of a deal, he’s sure asking them in the middle of camp will go well. 

rdr2 masterlist

ALJSFDASKL This is so long omg. Let me know if you wanted something specific or anything- Wasn’t too sure if it was a request but I had to give my input. This is how I thought they would react and lmao this was super fun. 

Originally published on January 5, 2021

Arthur, Javier, John x Female Reader

Warnings: Dutch is super gross in this - We don’t stan, we do stan the three who stick up for their girl, Dutch is vulgar - I really did Dutch dirty in this but it was bound to happen eventually.

Words: ~900

Okay, one thing they all share in common is if it were you saying that Dutch said something to you, they would all be hesitant. Like “Nah, he didn’t mean it that way” or “Are you sure he said that?” or “I’ll go talk to him”- Then they end up doubting you as Dutch lies his way out of it (Yes, they would sadly be the dudes that apologizes for their friend’s behavior too)

They are hesitant only because Dutch did offer them a chance as part of the family in the gang- He did give them a decent chance at life and as anon said- Taught them to read and write. They see him as someone they owe a great lot to- so if you suddenly talk bad about him, they will want to defend him, or he will point the blame at you

In other words, their loyalty to Dutch will for sure make them not believe you at first

However- If they witness it that is an entirely different story:

Charles wasn’t asked for, but I will say since he is not that close with Dutch other than respecting him for being treated well in the gang, he will straight-up knock out Dutch the second he hears anything vulgar- Or whether you inform him. You matter more than the gang and he will defend you

 Arthur Morgan-

You have been skittish lately. That does not sit well with Arthur since you are only skittish with Dutch around- He thinks it is just because you are shy and nothing else until-

Dutch- Sweet, old, crazy Dutch comes up to the both of you, more so looking at Arthur in an expecting way and asks for a night with you- With others as witnesses nonetheless?

All of you would be stunned-

Dutch has a fucking serious tone- Arthur will be frozen then just stare at him for the longest time

“Dutch- You drunk?”

“What? Son, I would never- I was simply asking a hypothetical ‘what if’ question since you have such a divine being hanging on your arm all the time. You can’t deny the chemistry we have when we look- Hey now, don’t give me that look, Son. You know I would only ask if it would benefit you-“

He would keep saying creepy things along those lines and Arthur just snaps

Either by straight-up punching him in the face- Tackling him- Anything, no one can pry him off of Dutch until he good and satisfied that this once honorable man he looked up to will never gaze upon you again in that creepy face

He loses all respect for Dutch and Dutch’s confidence with how he thought he could get Arthur’s girl for a night

Everyone is wary and on edge, but it is for the better

Molly probably opens up her eyes

 John Marston-

Dutch does not even have to say anything- John notices the looks he has been giving you and he does not like it one bit

Dutch would not go to him first- Instead, John would confront him in the middle of the camp and be like “You serious right now Dutch? Eyeing my woman when I am right here, and Molly is over there?”

Dutch will respond: “I ain’t touching- I am just looking.” Or “Can you blame me? Look at her.”

“That is low- Even for you Dutch”

If Dutch even tries to defend himself, be fancy with his words, or place the blame on you- You can bet John will not hold back- The boys will have to pry him off Dutch (after letting John get a few hits in because Dutch ain’t as sly as he thinks he is)

This really is one of the worse things John has seen and he won’t stand with it (depending on how much he cares about you tbh) Like if he sees you as his wife you bet, he is ready to ditch the gang again but with you this time

We’re pretending Abigail and Jack are in a healthy place- Not this universe lamflasd

 Javier Escuella-

I really hate to say this guys but the way Javier reacts depends on what chapter you are in- In the gang.

Before Chapter 5+6 he would react on your behalf-

“Dutch- Did you really ask if you can borrow mi amor?”

He is pissed- He is beyond livid, he will try to be calm and collected but that will not last long and he will act on your behalf demanding Dutch respects you

If this happens after 5 and during 6- He will really think about it

He already betrayed Arthur and John, the gang is falling apart, all he has is Dutch and you- So he will really consider it (but I doubt he would let Dutch go through with it)

After Chapter 6 though- He will not hesitate to cut a bitch Dutch

He realized that he really lost the family that had his back, and it is all because of Micah and Dutch so if Dutch has the gall to ask him after everything you all went through- It is on- He will fight for your honor and he will apologize constantly afterward for helping to ruin the family you both loved and shared

[nekohime19]

Mini Mac # 15 : Attack on Heaven

It's time for Azure's plan, everything doesn't go as planned though, and things get messy.

For the first time since he agreed to Azure’s plan, Sun Wukong was having doubts. It didn't happen often. He didn't let himself be prey to doubts. He knew attacking Heaven was dangerous but he was confident in his abilities. Yet when he dived in Macaque's worried gaze, he couldn't help but feel his heart throb with pain. Macaque shouldn't look this worried, this resigned, happiness suited him better. He looked breathtaking when he was basking in joy, or relaxing on Wukong's heart-patched fur. Sometimes, Wukong laid under the shadows of swaying leaves, beside the water-curtain cave and found Macaque curled on his heart-shaped patch of fur when he woke up. The sight of the lil guy curled on his chest always managed to make his heart beat faster, warmth filling every corner of his being. This is what Macaque should always look like : relaxed and satisfied.

But Sun Wukong couldn't bail on his brothers’ either, he agreed to the plan and even if he tended to be forgetful he wasn't going to betray them this way. The sage crouched down before his friend, fully covered in war regalias, and took his tiny paws in his hands.

“I'll come back.” Muttered Wukong as he searched the macaque’s gaze. “And it'll be better than ever. I swear.” Macaque averted his eyes, his tail sweeping the floor, the sage squeezed his hands in a weak attempt at comfort.

“Alright.” Sighed Macaque, he looked up with a little smile, shadowed by doubts. “Take care, don't be an idiot.” Sun Wukong chuckled a little, glad to see his lil friend being more spirited. “I made something for you.” Muttered the black-furred monkey as he searched in his bag, he took out a simple necklace made of red silk with a little stack of bamboo hanging at the end. “For good luck.” Mumbled Macaque with reddening cheeks, probably embarrassed by the gesture. Sun Wukong closed his eyes for a second to control himself and not melt in a smitten puddle of coos. “I… the wind promised me to protect it, I know how clumsy you can be…” As if to prove it, the wind ruffled both of the monkeys' hair in an affectionate gesture.

Sun Wukong took the necklace and cradled it preciously, he tied it around his neck, the bamboo falling in the middle of his chest.

“That's adorable. You're adorable.” Cooed Sun Wukong as he presented his palm to the macaque, the black-furred monkey climbed the hand and Sun Wukong lifted him to his eyes.

“I guess this is goodbye.” Awkwardly chuckled the lil guy as he scratched his cheek.

“This is a see you later.” Corrected Sun Wukong, he slowly leaned over the Macaque. Once he was close enough, the black-furred monkey opened his arms and hugged his cheek.

“You absolutely have to come back or I'll kick your ass.” Grumbled Macaque as he buried his snout in Sun Wukong's cheek.

“Now I have to come back, ‘cause I know you can pack a mean punch.” Chuckled Sun Wukong, he stayed pressed to the lil guy for a bit before letting him go.

It was time.

***

“You're ready, brother?” Asked Azure Lion as he put on his armor. Wukong looked over at him and nodded. He fiddled with his necklace a little, rubbing the bamboo with the edge of his finger, before putting it inside of his armor.

“Yeah! Let's kick some celestial asses!”

“You seem really eager to fight, brother.” Noticed the Demon Bull King with a raised eyebrow. Sun Wukong was by nature always eager to fight but perhaps he was even more motivated this time.

“Is it because you want to get home quickly and see your little husband?” Teased Peng with wiggling eyebrows, Sun Wukong fur puffed out a little and he glared at the bird.

“He's not my husband!”

“Not yet.” Sneered the bird with crossed arms. Sun Wukong was debating if he should leap forward and chase him.

“Now, now, let's calm ourselves.” Interrupted Yellow-Tusk as he put his hands on both Wukong's and Peng's shoulders. “You'll have all the time in the world to court Macaque when we come back from this.”

“That's true.” Mumbled Sun Wukong. He would win this fight, come back and spend the rest of his days with Macaque. Perhaps, he would even get to court him and become his mate. The mere idea was enough to encourage him.

“Leggo!” Shouted Wukong as he took his staff, the weight of the weapon familiar in his hands.

***

The attack on Heaven didn't go as planned.

It began well. Wukong rushed in to break apart the heavenly soldiers, his staff creating a path in the midst of battle. He felt untouchable, unbeatable, as if nothing in this world could truly stop him. He could hear his brothers battling in his back, their shouts pushing him forward. He stood against the Jade Emperor with the maddening hope of defeating him. He could already see himself win and return home. Macaque would leap to greet him, his lil sun's would organize a feast filled with his favorite fruits and he would begin his courting by offering one of Heaven's immortal peaches to Macaque. He planned it all. He tried before to grow the pits of the one he ate in his mountain's soil, but he remained fruitless.

Once Heaven was defeated, it'll be easy to steal some immortal peaches. It was the perfect way to begin their courtship. He would offer immortality to Macaque and the chance to be together forever. It was perfect.

Sun Wukong thought himself invincible.

He wasn't.

He kneeled before the Jade Emperor, failing in the battle.

He was dragged away from the battle and thrown in the furnace, without a means to escape, he sat and curled on himself. When the flames came to lick his fur, everything was burned to ashes, clothes, armors and even his own fur. The sage took his necklace, hoping it would remain with him, and perhaps someone heard his prayers, the wind came to protect the bamboo.

For 49 days Sun Wukong remained curled around the bamboo, its presence his only comfort.

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[nightcolorz]

Daddy wants 2 hear ur thoughts on Armand’s relationship with lestat ‼️if you don’t I will aggressively butt fuck you and spank you like the naughty little boy you are

Xoxo -TOTALLY not your favorite boy toy Edward

(Also I imagine someone already asked you this cuz ur so hot and popular so u don’t have 2 answer if u already answered someone else’s ask about it)

Edward I instantly recognized ur sexy voice and I pissed myself cuz I was so eager to answer ur ask 🥹❤️. I love how ambiguous this prompt is so I can talk about whatever I want 😈💦💦. I sure do hope my answer is sufficient so that u won’t butt fuck me and spank me bcus im a naughty boy who needs to be punished 🥺

uh anyways. Armand and lestat !! They r my favorite ship in the vampire chronicles ssh don’t tell anyone. Devils minion is a very, very close second. By nature of the polyamorous blood orgy dynamic of all of the vampire chronicles characters, all of the main cast is in some way deeply in love with every other member of the main cast. The great thing about this is that every character has the capacity to have a deep and important romantic and sexual connection with any other given vampire, regardless of how many deep and romantic connections they may have. But even with all this in mind, in my opinion, out of all of the loves of his life Lestat has had, I’d argue that Armand was the most significant. By this I mean their relationship is fundamental to literally every relationship Lestat has had there after and the vampire chronicles literally wouldn’t have happened if lestat and Armand hadn’t become insanely psycho sexually bonded for a little bit in 1700s Paris. Even tho Lestat and Armand never end up as “endgame” bcus they r 100% incompatible and their love is less like an affectionate desire to be with someone and more like a virus they can’t control, I think that Armand is always going to be lestats “soulmate”, in the sense that if any pairing in the vampire chronicles is destined to always find each other in every universe, it’s lestat and Armand. I mean this incredibly derogatorily btw.

Armand and lestat remind me of Batman and the joker, they r like in universal unable to exist or be completed without the other while simultaneously hating each others guts. The great thing about that is that they also genuinely like each other despite the hatred and betrayal and see each other in a very affectionate, human way that isn’t common for either of them. But lestat and Armand require each other in a way that I perceive as very cosmic. I love the concept of two characters who hate each other very much being bound by some force that compels them to care for each other. And that’s lestat and Armand to a tea. They are very brothers to me, Cain and Abel but if Abel is immortal and gives cain wedgies and affectionate punches on the arm after Cain kills him for the one billionth time. Can’t have a cain without Abel, rlly.

Lestat will always forgive Armand for anyway he betrays or wrongs him bcus he is connected to Armand in a way that he is with no one else. They sort of fulfill this primal desire in each other that is impossible to get from anyone but each other. Lestat sees Armand in a way no one else does. He basically has had Armand’s entire life’s story and whole self inserted into his brain by Armand in magnus’s tower, and he ends up knowing Armand in his entirety and being like “well what a pathetic little fuck. How embarrassing.”

It’s important to Armand and to lestat that they both see and understand each other in their entirety and the feelings they come away with are “wow. Ur so gross and weird. But I like u anyway.” Lestat and Armand both have problems with having their identities romanticized or treated like mythological tales to the point where they kind of can’t perceive themselves in anyway that’s normal or comforting. Lestat has his issues where he acts like he’s a doomed god who’s every action and step is some sort of thematic representation of evil, and Armand has been told since he was a child that he’s not human and hes unable to be like humans or even be like any vampire who understands what being a human means. So I think to the both of them, having someone who understands them so intimately, and perceives them just as that jerk nasty they can’t help but like is so important. Who else would ruffle Armand’s hair but lestat? Anyways

most of Armand’s hatred for lestat comes from a place of expecting him to be more important then he is. Lestat takes away Armand’s divine purpose, and then he’s like idk what u want from me I’m like 20 and stupid. Lestat is just as lost as Armand is, and neither of them can give each other the guidance or support in immortality the other is looking for. they r both just kids who have been abandoned who happened to wander into each other on the street. And I think that, ultimately, this what lesmand is all about. While lestat and Armand both have amazing relationships with other characters that define who they r in unique and interesting ways, lesmand breaks them both down to their barest essentials, it strips them of the glamor into smth dirty that they both can’t help but see in each other and love.

in conclusion #lesmand for life!!!thank u sexy for sending me this ask mwah

[stardustloki]

Get hugged, Echo!

No one had ever really hugged him before. The vode were affectionate, and he’d been on the receiving end of many an arm round his shoulder, slap on the back, or a playful punch to his arm. Roughhousing was pretty much routine. This… wasn’t…

Or: Echo gets used to Omega hugging him.

Tags: Echo & Omega, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, written for @summer-of-bad-batch

Inspired by @ffdemon's awesome gifsets of all the Echo and Omega hugs here. It has been living rent-free in my brain since I saw it! It makes my heart melt!

Read it under the cut, or on ao3 here.

It caught him by surprise, the first time she did it, and it took him a couple of seconds to realise that she’d launched herself at him, wrapping her arms tight around his neck, because she was trying to hug him, not attempting to inexpertly execute a grapple that she didn’t have the strength for.

Huh.

He crouched, frozen, as Omega tightened her grip, sniffling slightly into his neck, before abruptly realising that he should probably be hugging her too. He did so, hesitantly, unsure of how he was meant to be doing this, how tightly he should be holding her.

No one had ever really hugged him before. The vode were affectionate, and he’d been on the receiving end of many an arm round his shoulder, slap on the back, or a playful punch to his arm. Roughhousing was pretty much routine. This… wasn’t…

He wasn’t sure how he felt about it yet.

When she let him go, leaving him reeling for reasons that weren’t solely his decision to leave the Batch behind, he noticed tears gathering in her eyes and his heart clenched.

“Yes, sir,” she said, voice wobbling as she responded to his earlier order that she should keep up with her training. The order he'd given before suddenly finding Omega launching herself around his neck. She rubbed a hand across her eye.

But no, this wasn’t the time for doubts, there were a lot of his brothers out there who needed saving, just as the Batch and Rex had saved him, and he knew it. He also knew getting emotional about goodbyes never helped anyone. So, he made himself keep calm for Omega, shooting her a slight smile.

“Keep an eye on them,” he told her, satisfied when Omega gave a slight nod. Good, she’d handle this better if she felt useful.

It didn’t stop him feeling regret when he watched the ship take off, wondering if - despite what he’d reassured his sister - this might be the last time he saw this family - his family - ever again. Still, this wasn’t enough to make him rethink his decision. They had each other, who did the other clones have apart from Rex and the small team that Echo was going to be part of? No one. He couldn’t turn his back on the others. 

This was something he had to do.

—

It took him less time to adjust when Omega leapt onto him under the bright sunlight of Pabu. He still felt himself freeze, but less than a second passed before he’d wrapped his arms around her, holding her close and preventing her from falling to the ground.

“We’ve missed you!”

He could hear the warmth and emotion in her voice and it was like being hugged all over again. It felt good. No, more than that it felt incredible, and he found himself smiling like he hadn’t done in months as relief flowed through him.

It turned out he hadn’t lied when he’d told her they’d see each other again. And he hadn’t realised how uncertain of this he’d been until now.

“It hasn’t been that long,” he grinned, setting her down safely on the ground. With everything that had happened to him and his new team since he’d left, it felt as if he’d only been gone a day, though, staring down at Omega now, he wondered if there wasn’t a part of him to which it had felt like years.

He’d missed them, a lot more than he’d realised.

—

Echo didn’t want to say that he’d given up hope on finding Omega, because he hadn’t. He’d figured she’d still been alive, out there somewhere, but they’d searched and searched and searched and searched, and the Empire’s security had just been too good.

At some point, you had to get pragmatic about things.

So, that was what Echo had done, he’d fallen back on his training. Brothers died, all the time, that or they were captured, or suffered grievous injuries that made them unsuited for life on the front. Sometimes, they just got transferred somewhere different to you. The point was, never at any point in any of their lives had it been guaranteed that whoever mattered to you would be with you the next day. And you could grieve, you could rage about how unfair it was, but at the end of the day, you had to pick yourself up and keep going.

It had felt like a betrayal to Tech, a betrayal to Hunter and Wrecker, a betrayal to Omega, but as the weeks passed, it had been obvious that it would take a miracle to find her.

Echo couldn’t work miracles, but the more time he spent lamenting that, the less of his brothers he’d have been able to save with Rex. So, finally, he’d left, in order to do something that would actually help people.

And now, with the knowledge that Omega had been found, he was feeling like more than a bit of an idiot. Though, he supposed that, from what Hunter and Wrecker had told him, she and Crosshair had rescued themselves, so perhaps it didn’t matter that he’d all but given up on his and his brothers’ ability to locate her.

When Omega raced towards him, he was ready for her this time, holding out his arms so she could rush into them, and then hugging her tight.

She was here.

And she was alive.

[gabseyoo]

i wanna be yours

pairing: suna rintarō x fem!reader.┆wc: 5,9k.

summary: your usual smoking date with your best friend takes an unexpected turn after a certain song starts playing.

content: modern au, friends to lovers, pining, feelings realization, stoner!suna, stoner!reader, drug use (weed), drugged sex, shotgunning, kissing, cunnilingus, face sitting/riding, spanking, manhandling, light masochism/sadism, unprotected sex, creampie.  

Sunarin: 

so 

r u still coming???

or what

don’t stand me up

You held back your laughter when you saw his messages, you had agreed to meet at 8 pm and it was 8:03, and yet he was already doubting your visit to his place; by the way, you found it funnier because you were just about to knock on the door of his apartment— so instead of continuing with your previous action, you decided to answer his text. 

You:

open the door. 

Only a few seconds later, a Suna Rintarou dressed only in athletic shorts and a black tank top opened the door, “Looks like I manifested you.” He said, stepping aside to let you in. “Why are you late?”

“I told you I was on my way ten minutes ago, why you still ask when I’m only late by like, three minutes?” You joked as you took off your jacket, which Suna then took to hang on the coat rack by his door. 

“I never know when you might get lost on the way, you’re clumsy.” He flicked your forehead to emphasize his words, “Excuse me for worrying about you.”

You dramatically gasped before giving him a light punch on the arm. “Better say you couldn’t wait to see me.”

“I don’t think so.” You noticed how a chuckle threatened to escape his lips before he continued, “I was actually asking just to know if I was starting without you or not.”

“You can’t wait three minutes?” You poked your finger playfully at his stomach, to which he jumped back quickly. You knew he was ticklish, so that area of his body was an easy target to tease him. 

“Of course not,” He snorted, “I value my time.” 

“Yeah, right.” 

You walked behind him on your way to his living room, and although his house was already somewhat familiar to you, you never got tired of admiring how cozy and masculine it was. Some vinyls hung on the wall as decoration, the occasional painting or photo from his high school days, also the music that almost always played from the sound system in his living room, which was now playing Post Malone. The whole place screamed Suna Rintarou and maybe that’s why you liked it. 

Not because you liked Suna, but because you liked his style. 

Already in front of the couch, he plopped down on it and then leaned forward to the coffee table where a half-done joint lay, which he took in his hands to finish it while you sat next to him. 

These smoking dates had started about a year ago, shortly after meeting Rintarou through mutual friends at a party where you two ended up smoking weed at three in the morning on the host’s old couch. You and him got along so well that since then, you’ve been messaging each other daily, going out to eat or hang out, and occasionally getting together for a smoke, —like right now— but of course, everything as friends. 

Your friends were actually surprised at how far you and Suna had come without fucking, they found it hard to believe how two attractive people could spend so much time together, even under the influence of alcohol or drugs, without becoming affectionate. And the truth was that you didn’t know either, not even Rintarou did; it just hadn’t happened and it wasn’t like you wanted to ruin the strange friendship you had developed. 

It was a nice friendship. Lately you have become more comfortable with each other. Suna doesn’t even bother to wear a shirt in your presence anymore, the same when he visits your apartment and you feel comfortable enough to let him in when you only have a towel covering your body because you just got out of the shower, or wear your extremely revealing pajamas regardless of whether you flashed something or not; you even talked about each other’s sexual experiences as if it was nothing— by this point you could say that you guys were like best friends, right?

Comfort and confidence, that was how you and Suna Rintarou felt about each other, and that’s more than okay. 

“It amazes me how fast you can do these things.” You spoke, watching him roll the joint in less than a minute and run it across his tongue to seal it. 

“What can I say, practice makes perfect.” Suna said with that cocky smile of his, scanning the joint one last time before handing it to you, “There you go— and wait for me, you little eager thing.” He added, pointing you accusingly, to which you rolled your eyes as you took the cannabis stick. 

“Killjoy.” 

As you played with the joint between your fingers, you admired the way he made another one. You always found it strangely entertaining to watch him do his thing, the way the veins in his hands stood out a little as he moved them, how he placed the weed on the paper and the skillful, almost automatic way he rolled it. But your favorite part was always when he brought his little creation to his mouth to seal it, and as if he knew this, your gaze and his met as he slowly ran his tongue over the rolling paper. Fuck, why is he doing it so slow? He looks stupid. 

Out of sheer pride you refused to give up the little staring game that had randomly started, but as always, Rintarou found a way to make you lose, this time by asking a question decorated with a smirk, “Like what you see?” 

You frowned and leaned against the backrest, “You wish.” 

“How do you know?” The mocking tone did not go unnoticed in his response, and although you wanted to give him a well-deserved kick, you preferred to bring the joint to your lips. He was quick to light it for you using the black lighter, which you had in fact given him, to then light his own and begin the little smoking date. 

It was almost always like this, just you and him in his living room, with background music playing on shuffle while you smoked and talked about everything and nothing. 

One second you could be talking about the gossip going on in your circle of friends, then the standings in Formula 1, and then you would end up talking about alien conspiracies. The best thing is that these conversations didn’t always have to be under the influence of cannabis, you could be completely sober and still have a good time; and maybe that’s why you loved spending time with him and he with you. 

“Remember this girl I told you about?” He broke the comfortable silence suddenly with his question. “We don’t talk anymore.”

You inhaled the smoke deeply and exhaled it before answering, “The girl you were shotgunning at the twins’ party last week?” You didn’t expect to sound this specific, but you blamed the weed for making you loosen your tongue. 

“Yeah, that— wait. How did you know that? You didn’t even go to the party.” He looked at you suspiciously as he inhaled more smoke into his lungs.  

“You seem to forget that half of your friends have me in their close friends.” 

“Assholes. I’ll tell them to block you.”

“So you can blow smoke into other girls' mouths without me noticing?” Although your words could be mistaken for jealousy on their own, the mocking tone with which you said them showed that you were just teasing him.  

Suna answered your question with a simple mhm since he had the blunt between his lips again, so you added a playful, “You’re breaking my heart.” 

Your last sentence made him let out the smoke he had just inhaled along with a chuckle, “Don’t be jealous. You know I’m faithful to you.” 

This was also normal between you and Suna Rintarou. This kind of teasing. Several times people who had overheard you would mistake that you were flirting or even ask if you were dating, only to surprise them by saying that you were just friends and that was the way you got along. 

“Yeah, right—” For some reason, his statement almost brought a smile to your face, but you concealed it by continuing the topic of conversation. “Anyway, what happened to that girl in the end? You just told me she liked you.” 

You had heard about this girl just two weeks ago, when Suna told you that she had asked him out and he accepted because she was pretty hot, ‘But not as hot as you, don’t be jealous.’ you remembered him saying, to which you responded with your famous ‘You wish’. 

Although, if you dug a little deeper inside yourself, you could find a certain sense of relief that whatever he had with her was short-lived. 

“She wasn’t my type.”

You raised your eyebrows in disbelief, “If I remember correctly, you said your type was a hot girl who smokes weed. What do you mean she wasn’t your type?”

“Well, she wasn’t my type’s type.” He retorted, rolling his eyes making you giggle. “But… you want me to tell you the truth?” The question caught your attention, not only out of curiosity to know what he was going to say but also because of the serious tone with which he said it. 

But, if your hunch was right—and knowing him—it was probably going to be something silly. Still, you nodded. “Tell me.”

He took his time to take one more drag of his now half-smoked joint, his now red eyes met yours as he exhaled the smoke and a half smile appeared on his face before he said, “I found out you’re the only one I like to blow smoke into her mouth.”

Neither of you stopped looking at each other for… how long had it been? Seconds? Minutes? Who knows. But that was before you let out a laugh—perhaps out of sheer nervousness or because you actually found his remark funny—and instantly, Suna started laughing too. As you thought, silly. 

“Good one, Rin.” You said as you stilled your laughter, going back to inhaling more smoke and avoiding his gaze at all costs. You didn’t want to admit it, but before that little fit of laughter, you felt your heart race and your stomach flip because you didn’t expect him to say something like that in such a serious way, but let’s say it was because of the effect of the cannabis that was starting to kick in and not because of anything else. 

“You don’t believe me?” The playful tone in his voice was back, “Look at me.”

You didn’t even have time to ask what he was going to do, because as soon as you turned your face in his direction again, he was already aggressively blowing the smoke right in your face. 

“Idiot! It almost got into my eyes!” You shouted, punching him on the shoulder while the bastard had the audacity to laugh. If you didn’t like his laugh as much as you do, you’d probably bury the lit joint in his mouth. “Asshole.”

“I-I’m sorry. Couldn’t help it.” He managed to say as he stilled his laughter and you immediately felt his hand on your wrist to get your attention again. “You mad?”

Honestly, you could never be seriously mad at him no matter how much you wanted to be, and he was such a bastard that you knew he used that soft spot you had for him to his advantage. But that ‘soft spot’ didn’t mean you always let him have it easy; so between giving up easily or insulting him, you decided the latter, “Fuck you.”

And as if he had already been waiting for that answer from you, he just laughed. “I’m sorry. Let’s do it again.”

If you didn’t have an almost finished joint in your hand, you would have folded your arms to add more drama to the childish remark you were about to say, “I’m afraid to tell you that you’ve just lost your shotgunning privileges, Sunarin.”

“Noo, those are my favorites.” He pouted, and his index finger began to poke your arm insistently. “Y/N, c’mon, just once. Pleasee?”

Okay, he’s acting like a child, with that tone of voice, that pout in his mouth and the bambi eyes he’s directing at you in order to get you to give in. Why does he have to look at you like that? Why does he have to be so cu— sorry, irritating? 

So for the sake of your patience, you said, “You blow smoke in my face like that again and I’ll kill you.” 

His triumphant smile made you roll your eyes, “Promise.”

You left your joint on the ashtray on the coffee table before leaning back and resting your head on the back of the couch, making yourself comfortable; Suna did the same, imitating your posture so you ended up having his face only a few inches away. 

From that closeness you could appreciate in detail the features of his face; from the captivating green of his eyes to the light pink of his lips, you could even feel his breath mingling with yours and for a moment you forgot the main reason why you had gotten so close. 

“Ready?” He asked before bringing the joint to his mouth.

Your little mhm was enough for him to finish inhaling the smoke and move a little closer to the point where your noses were touching. 

You opened your mouth slightly as he began to blow (now slowly) the smoke into it which you gladly received; and, as if the universe wanted to turn that moment into a movie scene, a song you knew very well started to play on the speakers: I wanna be yours, by Arctic Monkeys. 

“I fucking love that song.” You whispered, letting the smoke out of your mouth and closed your eyes in an attempt to enjoy the melody more.

You heard Suna mumble a me too and then start singing along with you and  Alex Turner’s voice.

You call the shots, babe. I just wanna be yours…

A second before the chorus started, you decided to open your eyes again, finding Suna with his cheek slightly squashed against the back of the couch—you couldn’t help but think it looked kinda cute—and with his reddened eyes fixed on you, had he been staring at you like that the whole time? 

Without taking your eyes off his, you decided to keep singing the chorus under your breath. 

I wanna be yours, wanna be yours…

Rintarou smirked before asking in a whisper, “Are you singing it to me?” 

And ignoring again the nervous beating of your heart, you replied, “You wish.”

“Actually, I do.”

In the blink of an eye, his lips were already on yours and you never thought you would be responding to a kiss from Suna Rintarou as fast as you did, you didn’t even think twice, you just let yourself go, tasting his mouth with your tongue and bringing one of your hands to his cheek. 

One of his hands went to your thigh and you got the message quickly— you slipped one leg over his without breaking the kiss to sit on his lap, immediately he grunted in satisfaction and his hands settled on your hips. 

Dozens of thoughts were going through your mind every second, thoughts like: God. His mouth tastes like weed, will mine taste the same? Why did he kiss me? Why did I kiss him back? Why does it feel so right? Maybe I’ve wanted this for a long time. Is it possible that I like my best friend? No, gross. But.... 

Fuck, he kisses so good.

Maybe you liked Suna Rintarou more than you thought. 

Fuck, she kisses so good. 

Rintarou is actually surprised that you kissed him back, he had mentally prepared himself for the rejection, imagining you pushing him and yelling at him why he did it, even he was ready to laugh and blame it on the weed and the heat of the moment. 

Yes, maybe the weed and the heat of the moment influenced a little, but only in the bravery part, because he had wanted to taste your lips for a long time, and now that he had the pleasure of doing it, he wondered why he didn’t do it before. 

Maybe because you were afraid of losing your friend, dumbass? 

From the first night he met you he knew you were his type, a hot girl who smokes weed. But after talking to you until the wee hours of the morning—as corny as it sounds—he felt a connection with you; one that evolved over the months, reaching the point where he is now, secretly in love with his best friend. 

And, love wasn’t the only thing that was gradually growing, but his desire for you too. Rintarou had lost count of the times he felt jealous of the guys you dated, of the times he had woken up with a boner from having wet dreams about you, of the times when he had a girl under him and for a moment he wished it was you instead. It was pathetic and he felt like a pervert; but he had reached his limit and that song, for some reason, only encouraged him more and he just said, fuck it. 

Honestly, even though you were kissing him as if your life depended on it, he was still afraid you’d regret all this. So with all his willpower, he pulled away from you, dodging your lips when you tried to kiss him again, he couldn’t help feeling bad when he saw you pouting at his action. 

“Y/N… are you okay with this?” He asked while circling his thumbs on your hips.

“Yes.” You replied as soon as the words left his mouth, pressing your lips to his once more, but despite following your kiss, he pulled away again seconds later. “Rin…” You whined. 

God, you looked so needy you were driving him crazy. But first he had to make sure everything was okay before taking things any further. 

“I just wanna know that you’re aware of what’s happening now.” He looked straight into your eyes, searching for any sign of doubt, of displeasure, of anything wrong, but no matter how hard he searched, he only saw a pretty pair of narrowed eyes full of desire. 

“Yeah,” You grinned, caressing the exposed skin of his arms. “You kissed me, and I’m kissing you back.”

“Are you liking it?” You looked at him in disbelief while muttering a ‘Isn’t it obvious?’ so he continued, “I mean if you are like, really liking it and not just because of the weed.” 

“Weed just makes it better.” 

And you were fucking right, because when you gave up trying to kiss his lips and went down his neck, it seemed that his senses had been sharpened. He felt so sensitive to everything, to your breath, to the soft touch of your lips, to your tongue running down his neck, to your teeth biting his ear. It was like his body was reacting to everything, even the slightest movement— and it made him so fucking hard. 

It would be a lie to say that Suna hadn’t fucked while high before, he knew it felt too good; but the fact that it was you he was getting physical with made it a thousand times better, and it was a total truth that he had never felt so needy for someone as he did now. 

He let a pathetic moan escape his lips and his skin crawled with goose bumps when you sucked just below his ear. 

“You won’t regret this later, right?” He whispered, his mouth pressed to your temple. 

Your response was accompanied by your hands on his wrists, making him lower his grip to your ass, “I’ll only regret it if you disappoint me.” You took his chin in a strong grip to make him look at you, and after leaving a peck on his lips, you spoke again, “Don’t go easy on me. I like it rough.”

He felt as if something bestial possessed him as he kissed you again with much more fervor than before, squeezing your butt one last time before going to unbutton your jeans almost desperately. You helped him by standing up so he could pull down your garment and finally expose the nice black panties you were wearing. 

Suna was quick to get on his knees in front of you and stick his nose against the black cloth that stood between your sex and him, but instead of pushing it aside, he concentrated on running his tongue over it just to tease you. The moan that came from your lips was so fucking angelic and incredibly hot that he could hardly believe it was because of him. 

Without waiting any longer, he leaned his back against the couch, resting his head on the seat cushion while with his hands he pushed you towards him. You understood what he wanted to do immediately and you got on the couch, straddling his head. 

After stretching his legs out for comfort, he finally pushed the fabric aside with his fingers and licked his lips at the sight of your glistening pussy just waiting to be eaten.

“Keep it aside for me, okay?” He asked in a sweet voice. As soon as your fingers replaced his in the task of holding your panties, he gave you a hard spank to immediately press his tongue against your clit. 

Your moans were so sweet, the sweetest he had ever heard in his life and perhaps the only ones he would ever want to hear from now on. Of course, if you wanted to. 

Those sounds almost forced him to bring one of his hands to the edge of his shorts, pulling them and his underwear down just enough to free his already leaking cock and he began to stroke it up and down; fast enough to give himself relief, but slow enough not to cum. 

His other hand was in charge of squeezing the flesh of your ass, leaving an occasional spank or holding you down to keep you from lifting your hips off his face at the stimulation. All while you had a strong grip on the backrest and your head thrown back, enjoying the pleasure he was giving you. 

It didn’t take long when your panting started to increase and you started to move your hips, practically riding his tongue. Suna guessed you were close, and surprisingly, you using him like that brought him closer to the edge too, so he decided to let his cock go and took his hands to your breasts under your shirt, no bra, as usual, so he could play with your nipples while you chased your orgasm. 

“Fuck, I’m—” You mumbled, and one more movement of your hips was enough for you to come undone, crushing Suna’s face in the process, but he let you— he let you and enjoyed every second of running his tongue all over your cunt, savoring the taste of your juices. 

“Cumming that fast?” He mocked as soon as you lifted your body from his head. “I thought you were gonna last longer than that, baby.” It was the first time Rintarou called you by a petname in a non-sarcastic way, and it slipped so naturally from his lips that he might begin to like it.

“I-It’s the weed.” You tried to defend yourself from his teasing in a shaky voice, it seemed you were still processing the orgasm you just had and who had provoked it. 

“Better say you liked my tongue.” Surprisingly, you didn’t reply anything, so he put his shaft back in his shorts to stand up as you sat up straight. This scene looked kind of cute, you sitting on the couch waiting for his next move and him standing in front of you, watching you like a hunter watching his prey. You made eye contact with him and had he continued to fist himself he would have cum at the sight of your post orgasm face.

Suna was quick to take off his shirt, revealing his worked abdomen and he swore he heard you sigh; then, a little roughly, he grabbed the edges of your shirt and pulled it up, and he too sighed at the sight of your bare breasts. 

He had already had a few glimpses of them, those times when you didn’t wear a bra and he could see your nipples poking through your shirt; other times when he went to your house and you greeted him wearing nothing but one of your revealing pajamas, which showed a little too much every time you bent over. Out of respect and not looking like a pervert he used to turn his face away and pretend he didn’t see anything. He never thought he’d have the opportunity to see them for his pleasure and on top of that, the opportunity to touch them as he just did. And fuck, what a beautiful pair of tits. 

He cupped your face with one hand, squeezing your cheeks with his grip and shook your head from side to side in a playful motion. “You’re so fucking cute. Can’t wait to fuck you.”

“And what you waitin’ for?” Your question was accompanied by your hands going to the edge of his shorts to pull him towards you, almost making him stumble causing him to giggle.

“Patience, pretty thing.” He moved his hands down to your hips, playing with the elastic of your panties before he began to pull them down and leave you completely naked. 

This was almost like one of his best dreams. 

Suna leaned over you again, kissing you once more and pushing you slowly until your back met the seat cushion with him on top of you. His hand went between your bodies until it made contact with your folds, and without hesitation, he inserted a finger slowly, and after checking that you were wet enough, he slipped another one. “I need to stretch you a little more so you can take me.”

No doubt you were quite sensitive, because as soon as he slipped another finger in and lowered his lips to your neck, he felt you begin to squeeze his digits, he took that as a sign that you were about to cum. God, he couldn’t wait for you to do that around his cock any longer. 

A whine from you reached his ears as he withdrew his fingers—just before you reached your climax—to remove the last of his clothes as well, completely naked in front of you and rock hard. As soon as he was back on top of you, he took his shaft in his hand to line up at your entrance. “Ready?” He asked. 

“Just do it.” 

“Shit.” Rintarou grunted as soon as he pushed the tip inside you. He closed his eyes in an attempt to concentrate on not cumming soon as he slid the rest in and felt how warm and tight your walls were. Fuck. He couldn’t believe you had been keeping that pussy from him for so long.

As soon as he opened his eyes and found the spot where you were connected, he couldn’t help but think how much he would destroy you tonight, how much he wanted to leave you sore until you couldn’t walk or sit for days, how much he wanted to see your body marked with his kisses, bites and even his handprints, god, he was losing his mind. 

He roughly settled your legs on his shoulders and with a bruising grip on your thighs began to pound into you hard, mesmerized by the way your breasts swayed and the moans that left your mouth each time your skins collided noisily. 

Suna was going so hard that you had to hold on to the edge of the couch to avoid being swept backwards with each thrust of his hips; your other hand went to your clit to begin stimulating it, perhaps chasing the orgasm Rin had thwarted with his fingers earlier. 

Another time, he would have loved to slap your hand away, tell you that the times you’d cum would only be because of what he was giving you— but he was feeling so good with the way your walls began to squeeze him, he preferred to leave it at that and let you cum on his cock. There would be time for games later. 

“Fuck!” You cried as you reached your second climax, arching your back and throwing your head back as you kept circling your sensitive bud to extend your pleasure as much as possible. 

Suna swore it was the sexiest thing he had ever witnessed. He already knew that this moment would be engraved in his memory forever and that he’d surely jerk off with this image in his head in the future. Besides, he almost came right then and there when he felt the way your walls squeezed him so deliciously that he had to pull out for a second to recover before putting his cock back in and resuming his thing. Just look what you do to him. 

He lowered your legs again, this time holding them below your knees to keep them open so he could keep ramming you as he lowered his head to your neck, immediately sucking and biting your skin with every intention of leaving marks. Your nails dug into his back, the slight pain felt pleasant to him, he already imagined that his back would be full of scratches, but he didn’t mind, on the contrary, he’d be honored that they were made by you. 

“N-never thought you, shit, you had such a good pussy.” He spoke between gasps. 

“Never thought you had such a big dick either, fuck, like that.”

“Like that?” He asked sarcastically as he pressed his forehead to yours, cupping your face with his large hand and squeezing your cheeks so he could kiss your lips. “You sound like a fucking porn star. You like how I’m fucking you?” His question could answer itself, but he needed to hear you say it. 

The ‘mhm’ that left your lips wasn’t enough for him, so he tightened his grip on your face and stared into your teary eyes, “Yes or no?”

“Yes.” Your voice came out in the most sensual gasp he had ever heard. 

“Good.” He kissed your forehead before leaving you, ignoring your whimper in protest and your confused look as he stood up to walk to the side of the couch. 

You didn't expect it when he grabbed your ankles and pulled you without any gentleness until your hips were on top of the armrest and your back was still against the cushion. But that position didn’t last long, because Rintarou turned you roughly just a second later; your chest now in contact with the cushion as you were bent over the armrest, your ass up and at the mercy of Suna, who took advantage of the position to spank you hard. Like, really hard. Eliciting a cry of surprise from you.

He would have loved to take a picture of his handprint on your beautiful ass. This is what he calls a view. 

Suna pushed his still hard cock back into you, groaning at the feeling of going deeper. Your pussy suddenly felt better, so much that he threw his head back in pleasure as he began to move his hips. His senses were heightened and edging himself for a while had already put him in a state of euphoria hard to explain. 

He gripped your hips as he increased the force of his thrusts, feeling closer and closer to his longed-for climax. He wasn’t even cumming yet and could already imagine it was going to be mind-blowing.

More and more impacts of his hand met your ass while you asked him between murmurs for more or harder, only turning him on more with your beautiful voice making such lewd sounds to him and for him. 

But what brought him to the peak of his euphoria were the words you moaned next, “Rin… come inside me, please.”

“Want my cum inside you, baby?” He asked with a smirk on his face, ready to give you all. 

“Yes, please, I want you.” 

“Just because you ask so nicely.” 

That was all it took for him to thrust deeper and harder until his orgasm came. And what an orgasm. It was really intense and pleasurable, he felt it all over his body as he spilled all his cum inside you. 

He even had to take a minute with his eyes closed while he controlled his breathing and tried to clear his mind before coming out of you, of course, immediately watching as his seed came out of your hole, leaking out and even landing on the armrest, but he didn’t care, he’d clean up later. 

Tiredness took hold of him, and apparently of you too because you didn’t even make the slightest attempt to move. That’s okay, no matter how tired he felt, he’d still have the energy to take care of you. 

“Hey, umm. Wanna go to the bed?” 

An hour, after a quick shower with you, he was now more sober, and still with no regrets about what happened lying in his bed, with you.

Honestly, there was an awkward vibe between you two. You had limited yourselves to simply saying things like ‘can you pass me the shampoo’ or ‘do you want a t-shirt of mine’ while somehow ignoring that you had just had the most amazing sex of your lives. 

He didn’t think you’d be willing to do aftercare, but here you were, lying against his chest.

There were many things going through his mind at that moment, you had been silent for a long time and that had led him to overthink. Yes, you were in bed with him. Yes, you had agreed to spend the night here with him. Still, he was afraid that you were just smoothing things over before you told him that this wouldn’t happen again and you got him the hell out of your life. 

But he knew you, if that were the case, you would no longer be here, in his arms. 

So what the fuck was he worrying about?

“Rin?” He heard your voice, bringing him out of his thoughts to pay attention to you. 

“Hmm?” He looked down only to find you already looking at him with those beautiful eyes of yours. 

“Why did you kiss me?”

A disbelieving laugh almost escapes from his lips, “Are you literally asking that after we fucked? I bet you still have my cum inside you.” 

And, as if the pre-fuck you had returned, you punched him in the arm. “Idiot. Just tell me.”

There was a suspenseful silence as Suna thought about exactly how to express himself, he knew what he wanted to say, but he didn’t know how.

Wait. He got an idea.

“Well…”

Okay. Let’s just do it. Your eyes told him that everything was fine. He can’t chicken out right now. He’s going to tell you he likes you, even he’s going to make it cheesy.

“I actually meant what the song said.” Suna caressed your cheek with his knuckles as you waited for him to continue, “I wanna be yours.” 

+ notes: this is me trying new layouts hehe. btw, hi, long time no see. luv u all.