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Inevitable Things : chapter eleven
aizawa x reader fic
cw: aizawa x reader, cisfem reader, office AU, no quirks. CONSULT AO3 FOR FULL TAGGED CONTENT WARNINGS
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Your mom used to tell you that love was a choice that she made every day. She woke up and chose to love your father, chose to put in the effort that a relationship needed, chose to stay by his side through the good and the bad. It was a point of pride to endure at all, a smile slapped on her face. She told you that until he left one night, bags in hand and another womanâs name on his lips.Â
After that, love was no longer a choice. It was nights of tears and screaming matches, begging and pleading, obligatory phone calls and visitations out of state. Love was no longer a choice, but a shackle, something that you say at the end of a conversation because you must. Love is a pain you bear because you are human, and someone must hold these feelings you have.
Your mother still wants your father to call her.Â
You wait for Touya to come home.
It haunts you all morning, as you twiddle away time before the convention floor opens again. You end up calling your boss with an update, only to chat with him over coffee. His niece is over again - she screams hi into the receiver- and his sister says hello as well. You try to end the call there, but he stays on, asking questions about who youâve seen and how they've been. The conversation drags, but neither of you seem to mind.
âYou arenât watching Shouta.â Itâs an observation, posed as a question. Heâs speaking better today- you arenât sure why. Death ebbs and flows.
âHe asked me not to.â The truth feels right at this moment. It doesnât betray anything changing between you two; Toshinori is probably aware of the tense air between you too. Now, itâs just tense in a different way, a way that makes your toes curl to think about.
âDonât take it personally,â he says, âShouta is a very private man.â
More so than you know, Yagi, you think. Aizawa is very different behind closed doors, behind that wall heâs so carefully crafted. You fear youâve only cracked one layer of him only to uncover a different veneer.
At the end of the call with Toshinori, you let slip a little âLove you.â and he laughs, surprisingly boisterous for his frail lungs.Â
âI didnât mean it,â you try to say.
âItâs okay,â he says once he catches his breath. âI understand.â
 You donât.
The rest of the morning is spent in your room, pouring over your emails. Technically, the company is on crunch time; your newer model hits the market within two months and panic has set across the office. Everything is ready, technically, but also nothing is; every day is a new little fire, begging to be put out. Being away on a friday was actually a gift, you realize now that youâre scrolling through what youâve missed. Your inbox is filled with random issues and scheduled meetings for the upcoming weeks. Your DMs are alight with notifications too-- these, less urgent.Â
Izuku Midoriya -> are you alive? or did Mr. Aizawa murder you?
Oh, if only he knew how quickly things change.
we're both alive and well somehow <-
Another message comes through, this one in a different tab.
Hizashi Yamada -> I see you online!
Trying to sneak some work in before I get out of bed. <-
Hizashi Yamada -> Send me your room number.
He arrives in less than five minutes. As usual, Hizashi is put together in a respectfully ostentatious way. His all black outfit might be velvet because of how it eats the light, equally matte and shiny all at once. Itâs the type of clothing you wish you could pull off-- or afford --but he wears it so easily, with a confidence you could never have. No, you could never so gracefully enter a room and throw off a jacket like some supermodel.
âHow was the presentation?â he asks as he flops into bed beside you. It's a different feeling than being next to Aizawa; heâs perched like a girl gossiping during a slumber party, hair tosselled on your silk pillow. You close your laptop and carefully place it aside. Thereâs no way youâll be working with Hizashi around. That was probably his plan all along.
âI didnât go-- you didnât go either?â You playfully shove him. âYou're a bad friend!â
âI woke up late.â He shrugs, feigning sympathy with a content smirk. âAnd had other things to do this morning, if you catch my drift.â
He throws in an unnecessary wink. Your cringe is a reflex- you donât really mind hearing about Hizashiâs conquests, but it does make you think about last night again. All you did was kiss, but your skin prickles as if you did more, as if you want more.Â
And maybe you do. Youâve been tossing the idea around all morning, trying to figure out exactly what you want, not only from the man, but from yourself, but every time you think about it too hard, the image of Touya flashes in your mind, and your thoughts are tumbling once again.
You think of your mother. It used to be your worst fear to become her, but each day that passes, you see more of her in your eyes, in the thinness in your skin.
âYou okay, babygirl?â
He points directly at the space between your eyes, where youâll one day have the same worried creases your mother has.. âYouâve got a face on your face.â
You try to wipe away whatever heâs seeing, but it clearly doesnât work. Hizashi looks at you harder, expression especially soft.Â
âOh, yeah, Iâm just-â you shrug. Is there a word for what you're feeling? Ennui? Horror? Somewhere in between? âShaking off a weird feeling.â
âWeird feeling-â Hizashi throws you a wink. âI think we call it a hangover.â
âIâm not hungover--â
Before you can protest, your friend gasps, so violently that you nearly jump out of your skin. He backs up, hand over his heart and jaw dropped to the floor. âOh my god. Oh my goooooooodddd.â
âWhat? What? Am I dying?â
âYour neck!â Now he points to you with a fully straight arm, like heâs accusing you of being a witch. You slap a hand over the spot instinctively. âHello, thatâs a hickey!â
Oh. Oh no. You had been too distracted this morning to notice, but apparently Aizawaâs lips have left a mark on you. Heat flushes across your face; a hickey? Who do you think you are? Kaminari? Youâve had a secret for less than 24 hours and itâs already threatening to come out.
âYou got laid last night? With who? Where? When? Tell me everything!â Hizashi pushes down in the mattress to bounce himself, jimmying you up and down in the process.
âWell, uh--â You canât even begin to make something up. The irrational fears start to take over- what if he figures out exactly whoâs mouth left that mark? Hizashiâs a whore-- he might know some sort of mouth forensics or something! Or, you donât know, maybe you still smell like Aizawa, evenÂ
âYou dirty dog, is that why you didnât see Aizawaâs thing?â Your stomach somehow sinks lower. âBecause you and Tensei fucked?â
Tensei?
âTensei?â
âOh my god, you totally did. Youâre all flustered!â
You had completely forgotten the man even existed. Beautiful Tensei Iida, the âsexyïżœïżœ doctor Hizashi wanted you to have⊠itâs funny how things never work out the way you think they will.
âIt wasnât Tensei!â You scooch away. âAnd itâs not a hickey!âÂ
Hizashi sees through that lie. He crawls on his hands and knees after you. âYou gotta tell me, please-â
Crap. Heâs not going to let this go. Sex and all that comes with it is Hizashiâs catnip; once heâs gotten a taste of it, heâs deranged.Â
Telling the truth certainly isnât an option. You and Aizawa? The absolute nuclear fallout that would hit the office if that came out would be catastrophic. Hizashi canât keep his mouth shut, so even hinting at what happened last night could be the end of whatever weird thing you and Shouta have, killing it before you can even name what it is.Â
And being so close to launch? It could potentially hinder Aizawaâs image--
And your and Touyaâs relationship.
âIt was someone I met at the restaurant after you left-â Not completely a lie. âWe just-- kissed, I guess. I didnât want to, you know, do more.â
Hizashi kicks his feet in excitement. His shoes are on your bed- gross.
âGood for you, setting boundaries!â he says. âThatâs growth!â
He goofs around for just a moment longer before settling.
âWhy do you look so sad about it?â Heâs quick to say. âDid they do something?â
âNo! No, it was nice, but-â you start. The truth feels heavy, yet silly at the same time. You know the reaction youâre about it get, and yet you say it anyway-Â âI don't know, I started to think about Touya this morning and-â
Hizashiâs face falls so hard that you swear you can hear it. His hatred of Touya has never been a secret, but before Touya made his disappearing act, he at least kept his comments to a minimum. With no Touya, thereâs no limit to Hizashiâs public loathing.
âI love you. So much.â He takes your hand in his. Heâs still on his knees, hunched over you awkwardly, those damn shoes still on the bed. âBut thought you were over this shitbag.â
You want to protest. Heâs not a shitbag, heâs just having a hard time. Heâs not a bad guy, the drugs just make him that way. Heâs a good boy underneath all of the troubles, you know itâs true.
But youâve run out of excuses years ago. All you can say is the truth: âI think I still love him.âÂ
Compassion contorts your friendâs face. âOh, girl. Girl. You donât.â
âHizashi-â You try to slide away, but he doesnât let you.Â
âHe treated you like garbage for years. Years!â The blonde squeezes your hand. âAnd he wasnât loyal, he wasnât safe, he wasnât kind or sober or-âÂ
âIt's not like he abused me or something.â You say it so quickly that it feels tinny on your lips. Both of you go quiet for a second and Hizashi throws his hands up in surrender. He ducks his head low, not in defeat, but in a humble act, like a dog thatâs pushed itâs boundaries a bit too far. With a sigh, he sits back on his knees, allowing there to be space between you.
âI didn't say that,â he says carefully. âIt doesn't have to be abuse, that doesn't mean it's healthy.â Â
Thereâs a hesitation, then he reaches out his hand again. You donât take it, but he keeps it there, in the air, waiting for you.
âI just care about you. I know âmuri and I get a bit too pushy and wild sometimes, but itâs because we want you to have fun for once. We-- we want you to be with someone that makes you feel good-- who thinks youâre the best thing in the world,â Hizashi says. âWe want you to get what you deserve and Touya isnât that.â
A different type of warm runs over you- a watery one, one that stings at your eyes. You arenât sure where the well of emotion has come from, but itâs there, bubbling just under the surface. You try to sniffle without giving yourself away.Â
âWould it be so bad to let yourself move on and try something new?â Hizashi smiles. âLet yourself have a little fun for once?â
Reluctantly, you take his hand. He squeezes and coos, pulling your hand into an awkward faux-hug, right about his heart.
 âLet yourself have fun, let yourself live.â
âIâm gonna try to try.â
--
The convention itself goes smoothly. More people ask about Yagi, but the word seems to be spreading: heâs not here. Heâll never be here. The air is bittersweet, but Hizashi always recovers it for you. He keeps the conversation flowing back to work and the bed, with much more ease than youâll ever have.
The only time you see Aizawa is when heâs in your periphery. Heâs in the corner, caught in some conversation with people whose names youâve already forgotten. Tenseiâs by his side, basking in the probable praise, while Aizawa just nods along. The presentation must have gone well, you gather from the attention theyâre both getting. Thatâs both good and bad; the work deserves credit, but AizawaâŠ
What a heavy secret to carry. What a prominent shame. He didnât want you to see, but he was okay with all of these strangers ogling him like a science experiment.Â
Does that make you more important than those strangers? Or less?
You try to look for an opening to leave, but one never seems to come.
Only once do you catch him staring back at you, his expression too far away to be read. The thump of your heart steps out of rhythm for a moment before you get yourself together.
âI see you eyeing up Tensei,â Hizashi teases. âAre you sure he isnât your mystery man?â
You deny it, but Hizashi is unconvinced.
----
The three of you finally reunite over dinner. This time, Hizashi swears he will stay the whole time.
This time, you donât want him to.
Youâve settled into a different booth than you were in last night. Again, the chip basket is empty before Aizawa can arrive. Heâs always running late for these things, either through lack of effort or lack or lack of time management. If he didnât have a presentation tomorrow, youâd be annoyed, but you decide to give the man a break.
Though, you do wonder if youâll be allowed to see this one. Youâll have to go, right? Itâs about your company.
âI still canât believe you managed to pick up Tensei with Aizawa right there.â Hizashi leans back into the booth.
âIt wasnât Tensei,â you insist. âAnd he was distracted.â
âBy what?â
You arenât a quick liar.Â
âSome girl.â Or a good one. âThey went off together.â
You know youâve fucked up by the look on Hizashiâs face. He sits up, staring at you from over his glasses with a slack jawed amazement.
âYou're lying.â He sits up even more. âYou're lying straight to my face right now.â
Fear thrums you so hard that your stomach almost revolts on impact.Â
âIâve never seen Shouta pick up a stranger, ever.â Hizashi throws his hands up in the air for effect. âNever, ever. Not even in college! â
Looking back, you should have said he was struck by lightning. That would have been more believable. From what you remember, Aizawa doesnât date very often - or at all. You canât remember if heâs ever brought someone to a work event or even mentioned a partner. (Which makes you feel equally bad and⊠special. Are you an exception to his rule? Are you different?Â
âŠOr, more likely, heâs just a private guy. But you can pretend.)
âWell, uh, I dunno what to say.â You still havenât come up with a better lie. âAsk him yourself.â
âI will!â
Good. That gives you time to text Shouta and warn him about that shit storm heâs about to enter. The two of you can come up with a lie that makes sense and wonât send Hizashi screaming. Suddenly, youâre grateful that Aizawa canât show up on time for-
âAgain with the chips?â
Fuck!!
As if summoned, Aizawa is behind you, shrugging off his jacket. Heâs in the same suit as he was earlier, but a lot more disheveled after making it through the day. The social interaction really took it out of him; no wonder heâs so quiet at the office. You pat the seat next to you and he practically slumps into it.
âPlease tell me you arenât escaping again tonight,â he says to Hizashi.
âOh, no, Iâm not going anywhere, trust me.â That smile sets the whole table on guard. âI have too many questions.â
âIf you had questions, you should have shown up to the talk,â Aizawa says. âWhich went well, by the way. Thank you for asking.â
âYou didnât give me a chance to ask, asshole.â
âShould have been the first words out of your mouth.â
âWell, sorry, Mr. Sensitive. I didnât think I needed to stroke your ego today! Should I start singing your praises now, or after we verbally jack you off for a bit?â
âWe are in public, Mic, stop talking about jacking off.â
âHow was your presentation, oh smart one?â
âIt was--â Aizawa stops himself mid sentence, brow furrowed as he turns directly towards you. âYouâre being quiet.â
âMe?â you point to yourself as if you donât know the answer. The accusation makes your heart race- or maybe itâs those sharp eyes, boring down into you.Â
âWhy are you being quiet?â he says with an accusatory glare. âWhat did you do?â
Hizashi erupts into a giggle and the attention is finally turned away from you.Â
âI heard that you went home with someone-â
Aizawaâs gaze snaps to you. It takes effort to press your lips down and keep a neutral expression; anxiety is trilling inside you, high and frail and wild, like a little flute in a marching band finale. The man tilts his head just a bit, eyes sharp and questioning, clearly trying to interrogate you while completely silent.
âWhere did you hear that, Yamada?â Aizawaâs tone isnât flat now. No, itâs pressed, stressed; he thinks youâve told him everything. You try to gesture with just your eyes -- three normal blinks and wide eyes, like a makeshift morse code. This obviously fails.
âLittle miss girl here-â Hizashi waggles his eyebrows and Aizawaâs pupils dilate with fear- âtold you you went home with a stranger from the restaurant.âÂ
Realization hits Aizawaâs expression, then, relaxation. His whole body turns to you with a belabored sigh. âYou little snitch.â Â
The smile youâve been trying to fight erupts across your face. You burst into a nervous giggle, one that you have to silence with your own hand. This is a dangerous line youâre walking; Hizashi isnât a stupid guy- heâs going to figure out somethingâs wrong if either of you slip up.
âItâs true?â Hizashi gasps. âWhat? You? You?â
âIs it really so weird that I had sex with someone?â Aizawa says. âYou do it all the time.â
âYou arenât a hook up guy!â Hizashi peers from over his glasses. âYouâre a âthird date and a bottle of wineâ guy!â
âWhen have I ever had a bottle of wine?â
âOkay, âthird date and an air of desperation.â How's that?â
Aizawa wrinkles his nose and bares his teeth, barking out a canned laugh. âHa. Ha. Ha. Fuck off.âÂ
The shorter man sits back in his seat and uses his drink to gesture to you. âWhy donât you harass Miss Hickey over there instead?â
The attention shifts to you for only a moment before Hizashi waves you away with the back of his hand. He shifts forward on to his elbows, directly towards his friend..âShe just made out with a guy, I donât care about that-â
â-Hey!â you object. As if Aizawa isnât the reason youâre bruised in the first place! The dark haired man is purposefully looking down his nose at you, expression taut.Â
âSorry, but I need every nitty gritty detail of Shoutaâs night ASAP. â Hizashi grinds you back on track.
The two of them have been friends since college, you remember. Youâd never really been able to see the connection before; theyâre both so different that they almost seem like theyâd never mesh, but today they are huddled together like boys, mirroring each otherâs movements. You wonder if there were lots of nights like these, gossiping over girls and wild nights.
Did Hizashi know him before the car accident?
âIâll tell you later, Mic,â Aizawa says. âAfter sheâs gone.â
Itâd be best to stay quiet, but you canât bring yourself to be purposefully excluded.
âYou donât want to get dirty in front of me, huh?â you tease. Besides, youâd like to see what he comes up with. âI can handle it.â
He doesnât take the bait. âIâm not a sharer.â
You turn away with a little shrug. âHm.â
Aizawa almost doesnât respond. The gears turn behind his eyes, slowly grinding away at his patience until he grits out a little: âWhat?âÂ
His knee bumps into yours under the table. Itâs fleeting, but there.Â
âI was just thinking-â you start. âMaybe youâre a bit of a coward.â
âCoward?â he replies.
âAfraid to gossip-âÂ
Itâs Aizawaâs turn to huff. âGentlemen donât gossip.â
âSince when are you a gentleman?â Hizashi barks out a laugh.
With another exhale, Aizawa closes his eyes. A moment, then another passes, before he opens them again, one brow raised. Itâs the same expression a teacher would give to the class after too much clownery. No wonder the interns are terrified of the man, youâd be scared too if you werenât so excited to see where this is going.Â
âYou really want me to tell you what I did last night?â Heâs deadpan. âReally?â
Both of you nod.Â
âFine.â He throws his hands up in defeat. âI met this woman at the bar. Bought her a cocktail-â
âWhat kind of cocktail?â you interject.
âWhat?â Aizawa stares at you, lip curled in frustration. Youâre making lying harder and you know that, but excitement is driving you forward. The risk doesnât outweigh the reward quite yet. âI donât know- something sweet.â
âHm.â
âMargarita. The spicy kind. She tasted like it all night.â
Aizawa is alarmingly good at lying. He does it with a straight face, minus the telltale curl of his lip, but Hizashi doesnât seem to notice. Heâs too busy sitting on the edge of his seat. Youâre still trying to reconcile all of the versions of him inside your head: the work version, the âloverâ you met, and this lackadaisical liar.Â
âKeep going.â Hizashi urges.
âThen we went back to her room. Didnât even make it to the bed.â
The way he lays down each word is slow, meticulous, purposeful; the narrative he builds is crafted especially for you, but you arenât quite sure of his goal.Â
â Is that enough detail?â
âBoo-â Hizashiâs fanning the flame now too. âNot the fade to black storytelling!â
Aizawa ducks in close, resting on his forearms as he talks. His gaze flicks between you and Hizashi, but lingers much longer on you, flickering down to your lips every now and again. His timbre drops lower, gritty, rolling as he whispers.Â
âWe went back to her room-â
Youâre watching his mouth a bit too intensely.Â
â- I got on my hands and knees-â
He enunciates it slowly, so neither of you miss a moment. A shiver goes up your spine. Thereâs a weight to his breath, a genuine enjoyment. Would he get on his knees for you?
âAnd I begged to eat her out.âÂ
Heâs proud of it. Oh, he would get down for you. Heâd plead for the privilege. His leg brushes against yours again, this time with pressure and purpose, and your skin crawls with excitement. Itâs just a story. You know itâs not true.Â
But the glint in his eye says that he wishes it wasnât.
âAnd?â your voice shakes a bit. Thatâs his goal, isnât it? To get you riled up? To make you regret forcing him into this situation?
Aizawa rubs the spot where his jaw connects with a slow, purposeful circle, like heâs trying to rub out a kinked muscle. Itâs borderline boastful. âAnd thatâs how I spent the night.â
Hizashi tips his head back and laughs so loudly that the table next to you stares. âGood for you!â
âGood for her,â Aizawa replies.
Hizashi rolls his eyes. âI almost forgot youâre a munch. Itâs been so long since youâve gotten any, so-â
âWatch it, Hizashi.â
You regret the question before you ask it. âUh, whatâs a munch?â
Both of them look at you.
âWell, itâs clearly not Touya,â Hizashi mumbles, and you shoot him a glare.Â
âItâs a slang term for someone who really enjoysâŠâ Aizawa trails off, cocking his head expectantly.Â
âEating pussy,â Hizashi finishes for him.Â
Another thrill of excitement goes up your spine. Enjoys it? Is that even possible? The idea has you woozy.Â
âYeah, thatâs totally not Touya,â you manage to say.
Hizashi makes another comment, but you canât force yourself to focus on that. No, not when your heart is beating like this. Itâs just words, a fake story, but thereâs a silent promise to it as well. You wonder what would have happened last night if you said yes. Would he have spent the night between your legs, eating simply for your pleasure?
Want trembles in your hands as you pretend to check your phone. Is it pathetic? To be worked up over a silly little story, made up to cover your tracks? The waiter comes, you all order. Aizawaâs knee pumps against yours- once accidentally, once on purpose. You hope he doesnât notice how youâre squirming in your seat, trying to ignore the way your body is craving pressure and attention. You think, maybe, if you move right, you could get the seam of your pants to hit just right-
What are you doing? This is pathetic.Â
âIâm going to go to the bathroom.â You donât wait for a response. Pushing up from the table, you turn down the back of the restaurant. The signs lead you into a little back hallway, tucked by the kitchen, where the lighting is respectfully dim. You have to wait a moment because the door is locked, but you donât mind. It gives you time to mull over everything.
Maybe Hizashi is right; maybe itâs okay to try something new. Itâs been years since youâve felt this alive with someone, this excited to get something more. With Touya, sex became more of an obligation. Maybe it could be different with someone else. Maybe it could be something fun, something-
A hand catches you by the back of your shirt, not hard enough to yank you backwards, but firm enough to stop you in your tracks. A gasp squeaks out of you as you stagger back into the chest of the man behind you. You crank around to see- only to relax when you realize itâs just Aizawa.
âYou scared me,â you mumble out a lament.Â
âYou little sneak.â With a thumb, he tilts your chin up, so far that youâre looking back at him. His other fingers press ever so nicely into the length of your neck, drawing you back into his chest. Thereâs nothing constricting your breath, but suddenly your lungs are empty, breathless, and your parted lips pull nothing in. Aizawaâs dark eyes are narrowed, boring straight down into yours.
Oh, heâs pissed.Â
And, for the first time, that excites you.
âYou like making me sweat, donât you?â His free hand is looped around your waist, holding you much tighter than the other. âAlmost getting us caught-- You make me so mad sometimes.âÂ
The kitchen is full of mumbled orders and the clang of dishware. It echoes through the dark hall youâve trapped yourselves in, you arenât alone, no matter how badly you wish it to be true. Â
âThought you liked me,â you whisper.
You swear thereâs a subtle dilation to his eyes, involuntary. Real. âI do.â
He leans over and dots a simple kiss on to your forehead, right where your hair meets skin. Itâs simple, soft, but, god, it sets everything inside you into this wet, wobbly, needy heat, something soft and harsh all at once.
âEven when you piss me off.â The hand around your neck twitches playfully, with no real constriction.Â
Itâs cliche, you think, how you just sort of watch each other, breathless, patient. Neither of you tries to make a move, locked together. He smells good. Not like anything you can name, just⊠good. Itâs the same good you feel in your chest and an equal good to how your hands feel when you reach backwards and grab his hips.Â
âIâm starting to think you like making me mad.â
âShouta-â you say his name because he likes it, because it makes him lean in closer to you-
The bathroom door flies open and you both pull away like youâve touched a hot stove. The woman who exists definitely knows somethingâs up; she rolls her eyes and sends a text on her phone as she passes. The two of you share a look; you, relieved, Aizawa amused. Itâs as if you're sixteen again, with this fluttering feeling in your stomach you canât quite swallow down. Itâs too bright to be anxiety.
Aizawa steps back a bit with a nod. Oh, right, the bathroom. You donât actually have to go, but it would be silly to not go in now. Maybe you can just try to go-
You look back at your Aizawa.
Or maybe.
Or maybe you can have some fun.
With uncharacteristic confidence, you hook a finger under a button of his shirt and tug. Aizawaâs face goes bright with realization. He falls into following as you guide him forward into the bathroom, step by awkward step, backwards until the door opens against your weight. Aizawa glances around before the door closes after him, making sure to remain unspotted, then turns to you with a wicked, narrowed, glowering look.Â
The bathroom is simple, but nice. The lighting is sharp and bright, the floor is white and clean. A decorative table is wedged into the corner, topped with extra towels and real flowers in water. Your brain canât process more than that- not with a dark haired man wrapped around your finger. He has the forethought to lock the door behind him.
âWhat are you doing-?â he grumbles wickedly, ducking down to catch you in a kiss, but you donât let him make contact. You dip away, drawing him further and further in, until youâre backed against the little decorative table. With his weight, he shifts you back until your ass is seated properly on that wiggly table, one hand back to brace yourself. Finally, he traps you, stubble rough against your cheek, lips soft against yours.
âI thought we were going slow,â he says into your lips. You donât respond-- you canât. Your breath is stolen from your lungs, the need to breathe replaced with the need for him, the need for touch-
You hook a leg over his waist and his hand flies to it, folding it higher, pulling it tighter.Â
âOh, you canât help it, can you?â he mumbles. âOne little story about eating pussy has you desperate for it, huh?â
âY-you-â You hate that you canât dirty talk smoothly like he can.
âYeah?â Heâs almost condescending. âYeah? What does my girl want?â
Embarrassment floods your cheeks with heat. Aizawa waits for it, hovering above you. Oh, he wonât give it to you until you really ask, will he? You have to physically brace yourself to say it.
âWill you kiss it?â you ask, much meeker than intended.Â
âKiss âitâ?â You expect him to keep picking at you, but instead his hands are busy unbuttoning your pants, guiding them down. âDo you mean-â
His lips find your hickey and the spot aches under the connection. âHere?â
Creeping lower, he hunches over your chest. This time, he pecks at the hem of your shirt. âHere?â
Down he goes, on to his knees. This kiss lands in your stomach, right where the tightness of want sits-
âHere?â
âShouta-â Youâre mad and annoyed and youâd frankly settle for him kissing you anywhere at this point-
Hands slip your pants down past your knees. When the air hits your skin, you suddenly realize just how wet you are, how itâs bled through your panties and smeared across your thigh. Before you can process anything, his mouth is over your clothed cunt, wide mouthed and kissing. The drag of his tongue is a lot, even though the fabric; the contact has your spine flexing all on its own.
âHere?â
âThere, there,â Youâre clinging on to handfuls of his hair already. âRight there.â
But Aizawa doesnât kiss you again.Â
âIn a public bathroom?â Heâs watching you from the floor. Your leg is looped over his back. Heâs surprisingly wide and thick under you; your legs have to spread so far to fit him. God, your body is plaint enough that it just gives to his pushing hands and demands.
 âYou like it nasty.â
You canât bring yourself to respond. Your brain is fried with a deadly combination of horny and embarrassed. Is this really what you want?Â
âNo, you donât like it dirty, do you?â It feels like heâs reading your mind, hands kneading your thighs with a growing hunger. He plants a kiss where your legs meets your underwear and your cunt pulses in response. âMy girl just needs it so bad, doesnât she?â
Teeth sink into your inner thigh and you kick in response: another fucking hickey. The thing that got you into this mess-
âThatâs right, my girl.â Heâs talking to himself now, mumbling just under his breath. A finger loops under your panties, the same way your finger looped under his button, and thereâs no time to feel shame before he exposes your pussy. âYou went home with me.âÂ
You expect him to go straight for your clit, to devour you with the fucking need thatâs been building between you all goddamn night-
But, instead, he touches his lips to the crest of your mons and breathes. Itâs hot, molten, pours down you like molten lava. Itâs the faintest, tickling touch, but itâs enough, itâs more than enough. A moan rips out of you, so unexpected that you jump at your own voice.Â
Usually, when you have sex, youâre worried about the small things. Whether or not youâve shaved, whether you look thin enough or pretty enough, but now, the only thing you can think about is being touched, needing touch, desiring touch.
And the time.
âWe-â He hasnât even started and youâre quivering for it. âWe gotta hurry before Mic-â
âI promised you-â Aizawa says, firmly. âThat weâd go slow.â
Finally, gloriously, you feel the hot press of his tongue, dragging up through your excitement. Every inch he takes is painstakingly slow until he hits the nub of your clit. That contact is fast, fleeting, but it still sends you keening and gasping. Every important muscle inside you is bunched and coiled, filled with enough potential energy to set the whole fucking restaurant on fire. Youâre going to cum. Youâre going to cum from practically nothing.
The vase of flowers on the table is overturned. You donât even remember knocking it over. Water pools under your ass and everything is wet, from you, to the mess, to his drool across your inner thigh. His mouth closed over you the same way someone would eat a peach, sucking with this absurdly lewd sound as if heâs afraid to let any of your excitement escape. His jaw moves slow - just like he fucking promised- and doesnât miss an inch of skin as he closes his mouth, lips coming closed around your clit. The pressure feels heavenly against the already puffy parts of your pussy and your hands clasp his dark locks tighter. You arenât sure if youâre trying to pull him away or pull him closer; your body is just reacting, like neurons are firing all on their own.
Fingers clamp around your thighs. Aizawa is groaning, voice so low it vibrates against you, as if heâs the one receiving it, not you. Enjoys eating pussy⊠the memory rings through your skull. Fuck, what an understatement; he eats pussy like he needs it to live. His eyes are lidded heavy with pleasure. Every lick and suck and touch along the tapestry of your cunt is wet and wild, but aggravatingly skilled. The heat of his mouth against your clit - firm, but not hard- is enough to steal your breath away.
Then, he pulls away, and your pleasure begins to unravel-- unfairly fast. You hadnât realized how close to the precipice you had been until you started falling away. The feeling is disastrous.Â
He speaks with a heady exhale, warm and not nearly enough. âYou taste-â
âShut up,â Now youâre definitely pulling his face back towards you this time. âShut up, shut up, shut up-â
He silences himself with your cunt.Â
This time, thereâs no savoring. His lips and tongue are on your clit, sucking in mouthfuls of your folds, bouncing against the involuntary roll of your hips. Everything inside you is hot and sticky, thick like honey. Youâre saying something, maybe, but itâs all high pitched and garbled. The rub from Aizawa's stubble sends a chill up your spine and the hot and cold inside you melts into something smooth-
You can feel your orgasm coming long before it hits, everything inside you pulling high and tight, like the ocean rolling before a wave. The crest hasn't hit, but it's going to come, you're going to cum-
And then you look down, and Aizawa's staring back at you, with those dark, hooded eyes, and you unravel. Itâs not my other orgasms you've had: a full body feeling, like the flush to warmth you get when alcohol hits your stomach. It rolls, through you, away from you, against you- in every fucking direction until every ounce of tension is smoothed from your muscles. Boneless had always sounded silly, but now you understand exactly what it means; you slump back and try to catch your breath.
Aizawaâs movements slow, but never stop. He runs the flat face of his tongue against you until you gather the energy you shove him back. For a split second, a string of your cum ties between you and his mouth.
âShit,â you breathe. Your surroundings feel more tangible suddenly. The sink drips, the walls echo the restaurantâs soft muzak, Aizawaâs cheeks glimmer with your wetness: itâs all suddenly real.
âI cannot believe-â He wipes his face on his sleeve.
âShit,â you repeat. That was insane. You were insane! Your friend is waiting at the table, probably wondering what happened to you two-
â-that you let me do that. You came so--â
âShit.â This is exactly what you needed. âIâve never-â
Aizawa sits back on his knees with a stiff grunt. âDonât tell me youâve never orgasmed before.â
âNo! Iâve totally-â You awkwardly shimmy up your pants and instantly regret it. Itâs wet. Itâs cold. âNo oneâs ever gone down on me before.â
Aizawa gives you the slowest, longest blink youâve ever seen. Then, he shakes his head and stands up, brushing his pants off. You debate asking if his leg hurts, but decide against it. âHow do you continuously say things that make me want to go insane?âÂ
He huffs about it, but youâre starting to unravel the strings of affection he weaves into his sentences. You shrug, biting back your smile.
âIâm just special, I guess.â
Eyes closed, he gives you a nod, tempering himself.
âGo back to the table before weâre caught.â
Fuck-- thatâs right. You two have been gone for long enough that it's starting to get suspicious. Besides, thereâs going to be a line outside the door if you donât get moving soon- if there isnât a line already. You quickly check your outfit and adjust your hair in the mirror; your skin looks brighter than usual. The power of an orgasm, you guess.
âDonât you want me toâŠ?â You give a little jerk off motion and Aizawa rolls his eyes at the behavior-- as if he didnât just eat your pussy in a fucking bathroom.
âI donât want you to do anything to me,â he insists. He helps you off of the table with a hand, then ushers you towards the locked door. âI want to lay you down and eat you out until your brain factory resets like a cheap Macbook.â
Heâs already done that, but okay, you could be down for more-
âBut we are in a bathroom.â He gestures around him. âIn a restaurant.â
You add: âWith Hizashi waiting.â
âWith Mic waiting. Heâs smart- heâll figure us out if we arenât careful,â he agrees. âNow, get out there and cover me.â
Suddenly, Aizawa leans over and kisses you. Itâs not deep, but you can taste your musk on his lips and that makes your spine thrill with excitement. Itâs illicit in a way that makes you feel young and happy and, and, and-
And all those weird, indescribable highs you get when your brain is drowned in dopamine and oxytocin. For a fleeting moment, you reach out and grab his hands, holding on for only a squeeze.
âYour room tonight?â you ask when he pulls away. Your head is still racing, head still swimming-
He grimaces. âYours has better pillows.â
âI brought them from home.â He was in your bed last night, in your pussy moments ago, but the fact he knows your pillow feels so strangely intimate. âI like silk pillowcases.â
The expression in his face softens, just at the crowed corner of his eyes. âOf course you do.â He jerks his chin towards the door. âGet going.â
âSho-â
âGet.â
And you walk out with wobbly knees.
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heyyy hi! Loving ur new theme! When u have time and if u want could u pls do some hcs for skz with a crush and how theyâd confess? I bet Felix and Han would be like very blushy and so. Changbin gives off the vibes like âI wanna seem cool but end up being a dork and kicking my feet like a schoolgirlâ. What do you reckon?
SKZ [OT8] + Having A Crush
Genre: Fluff Pairing: OT8 [Individual] x Reader Warnings: None?
ë°©ì°Ź - Chris:
â„ The most upfront about it. Tells you straight up one night after having dinner together; Confesses on your doorstep with his hands wringing in front of him.
â„â„ When he's done talking he'll put his hands behind his back and sway on his heels, lips pressed into a shy, thin smile. Very matter of fact about it and doesn't want to mislead you or get you confused at all. Very careful with his words but also straight to the point.
â„â„â„ If you feel the same way, he'll be very giddy about it and all smiley, pink in the ears. If you don't return the feelings, he'll understand - bidding you a goodnight and returning to his car with shaky hands. He'll just have to work through it on his own.
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ž - Minho:
â„ Very cautious on how he approaches it because he's the one unsure of his own feelings. Also straight to the point but almost a little aggressive about it because he's not sure how to get the words out, per say? Talking very loudly but also saying very little.
â„â„ Almost frustrated with himself. He wishes he would've told you sooner, because he let his feelings fester for so long and now he's not sure he can take it if you reject him.
â„â„â„ If you feel the same way, he'll be extremely relieved and ask if you want to go on a proper date together sometime in the near future. If you don't return the feelings, he'll give you a curt nod and hum as if he's processing the information. He might distance himself from you for a bit - Just so he can get through it alone. He doesn't need comfort or care.
ì°œëč - Changbin:
â„ Very flustered with his own feelings. He's so shy about expressing them if they're big emotions so he has to ask Chris for help on how to get it out, what to say to you.
â„â„ But he does it!! After working during a long day, he finds comfort in your apartment eating a warm meal together (takeout, obvi.) and watching YouTube videos for a few hours. He confesses sitting next to you on the floor, hoping it's the right moment to talk about it in the comfort of your own home. It's a chill moment, he's just a chill guy.
â„â„â„ If you return the feelings, he'll giggle to himself and his ears will flush red with admiration. He'll be sure to make you his partner officially soon enough. If you don't return the feelings, he'll play it off with a shy smile and nod, understanding that everything doesn't go as hoped sometimes. He'll excuse himself and leave the apartment, wishing you a goodnight. Afterwards it's almost as if your friendship wasn't changed by it at all.
íì§ - Hyunjin:
â„ Makes an art piece to express his admiration for you and gifts it to you when you have lunch together one day. He's best at anything art related - talking is not his strong suit, and neither is using words. (Paboracha, everyone.)
â„â„ You've never seen a painting so beautiful and he hopes you recognize it's you standing in the pouring rain, a glow emanating around your figure in the portrait that seemed to say you were his sunshine on the darkest days.
â„â„â„ If you return the feelings, he'll be happier than ever. Red in the cheeks, smiling, hugging onto you and asking if you'd want to go on a date later that evening - and talking about how he'll fill your future shared home with lots of art like this one, too. If you don't return the feelings, he'll nod it off and understand. You need to keep the painting though - He won't be able to look at it without feeling his heart shatter. It just wasn't in fate's design, it seems.
í - Jisung:
â„ Anxious. Giddy. Very open to telling you and gets his point across with many words, even if he's really saying very little. He sits you down to tell you, admitting his admiration when Chan steps out of the studio for a few moments to get a drink from the cafeteria. He finds solace in the studio so.. this was the best place for him to do it.
â„â„ His hands wring in his lap and he's bouncing his leg, trying to keep himself still but failing. He's anxious, riddled with curiosity and adoration and also the horror of - what if you reject him?
â„â„â„ If you return the feelings, he'll immediately make it official. Expect him to be all over you, holding your hand and having you close to him - bragging to the guys that you're his. If you don't return the feelings, he'll need to take some time away from you. For his own sanity and safety.
íëŠì€ - Felix:
â„ Possibly the most excited to express his feelings towards you. Gets you a little muffin basket and some goodies when he knows you aren't feeling well, and then pays you a visit to deliver them all. He'll sit on your bed and quietly express how he wants to take care of you all the time - provide for you, spoil you, treat you like his prince/princess.
â„â„ His excitement outweighs any sense of nervousness, honestly.
â„â„â„ If you share his feelings, he'll make sure to plan the sweetest date known to mankind. A cafe date, maybe. Or a picnic with candles and lots of sweets. If you don't return his feelings, he'll be sure to take care of you regardless - admiring from afar until his feelings fade and he can move on.
ìčëŻŒ - Seungmin:
â„ Kind of.. quiet about it? Hesitant. Gets you a bouquet and a card and asks you that way, leaving it somewhere he knows you'll see it. He can't do it in person - You might assume it's because he's a bit cold or a bit of a meanie at heart, but it's actually because he is far too shy.
â„â„ When he gets your text to call, he does it immediately and shyly explains over FaceTime while picking at his jeans that he really does like you and that it isn't a big joke - That he's serious, and wants to be more than friends. (And the way his neck turns beet red gives his honesty away.)
â„â„â„ If you return his feelings, he'll be - very excited, but it won't outwardly show other than his small smile. He might cry a tad bit, actually. If you don't return his feelings, he'll understand and end the call with a bit of a sad laugh. He knew he wouldn't be good boyfriend material...
ììŽì - Jeongin:
â„ The most sweet, boyfriend-like, college crush-esque vibes with his admission. He's got a little sign made asking you to the homecoming dance and it's super cute and wholesome - and his nose and cheeks are covered in glitter from making the sign and his hands are shaking as he holds it - but he's got flowers and he's all dressed up in a cute set of jeans and a letterman jacket,
â„â„ He surprises you at your front door to ask you with the little dance-posal. But the bottom of the sign also asks for you to go with him as 'more than his friend' and he hopes the point gets across.
â„â„â„ If you share his feelings, he's going to be beaming for the rest of his days. He'll brag to his friends, always have his hand on your hip, and every Friday is a date night for just the two of you. If you don't share his feelings, it's going to be the most embarrassing moment of his life. And he will in fact never ask anyone out ever again, ready to die a virgin.
#skz imagine#skz x reader#stray kids x reader#bangchan x reader#felix x reader#changbin x reader#hyunjin x reader#leeknow x reader#han x reader#IN x reader#seungmin x reader#skz headcanons#stray kids imagine#stray kids headcanons
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â26â | CL16 ᥣđ©.á
Parings: charles leclerc x ex!singer!reader
Summary: the world didnât know you and Charles broke up a few months ago. it was until you havenât been to any gp people started speculating. he finds some one new. Makes his dream com true. And you write an album about him reveling how you broke up and why.
âIf it doesnât go away by the time Iâm 30 then I made a mistake and Iâll tell you Iâm sorryâ
Now playing: â21â by Gracie Abrams.
warnings: smau and angst. thatâs it tbh :)
authorâs note: idk if this makes sense but I hope it does lol. Donât forget to like, comment or reblog! And follow me so we can be friends :3 (and drink mate together!)
MASTERLIST
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yourusername: guess itâs just me, myself and music đ° (new tunes coming soon)
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user89: queeennnn canât wait!!!
charlesmylove: why isnât charles liking y/n stuff anymore đ
âł user976: RIGHT thatâs what Iâve noticed
âł user435: girl donât start being delusional prob Charles doesnât use social media
âł user21: I have the feeling they broke up
sabrinacarpenter: they are not ready for whatâs coming đ€
âł yourusername: đ€«
shawnmendes: gonna be album of the year
lilyhme: prettiest girl in town now can be mine đ
âł yourusername: yours forever my love đ
âł charlesstan: WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOW WHAT
âł user0923: guess she knows things we donât
âł y/nxtaylor: spill the tea sis đ
âł alexalbon: why you always wanna date your friends???
âł lilymhe: theyâre pretty
âł alexalbon: and Iâm not??? I AM YOUR BOYFRIEND
âł georgerussel: love watching drama đż
âł y/nstan: WHAT DO YOU KNOW?!
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#charles and #y/n are trending on twitter
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f1gossipofficial: rumors has it that our fave couple on the grid isnât couple anymore! đ Ferrari driver Charles Leclerc was seen out and about with a mistery girl. The source confirmed it wasnât y/n. Y/n was seen arriving to New York last Monday. The fan that met her told us she said in a conversation sheâs been living there since last year! Guess they broken up late last year and kept it a secret! What do we thing about all of this????
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user34: WHAT THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE THEY LOOKED LIKE END GAME đđđ
charlesstan: Iâm dead
user975: tbh I didnât like her for him
y/nstan: I liked Charles sm this is so sad
user0863: now I need y/n new music I NEED TO KNOW
user87: new music coming >>>> new break up song about Charles đ
usrr12: who is that mistery girl? We need a further investigation
âł f1gossipofficial: on it baby đ”ïž
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charlesleclerc: WE FINALLY MADE IT! I won my home gp for the first time, wow! Thank you everyone, ferrari, the fans. Everyone. This was my dream and I canât believe this is actually reality. So thrilled! This is for you dad, wish you were here to see it. Letâs celebrate and then focus on the next race! đȘđ»
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user86: he is so proud of you I promise đđđ
charstan: congrats prince!! âš
y/nstan: why is my woman on the likes ????
âł user32: THATS WHAT I THOUGHT FIRST INTERACTION IN QLMOST A YEAR
carlossainz55: congrats hermano !!!!
landonorris: what a race mate!
lewishamilton: finally!! đ
user678: so happy for you charlieeeee
arthurleclerc: â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
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you text your producer and best friend
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yourusername: here to finally tell you that my first single â26â for my next album is out!!! Made this album from the deep end of my heart. Hope you like it as much as I love it (and help me get through). link in bio đ§ž
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yourbff: the most beautiful and saddest song Iâve ever heard đ
lilymhe: GIRL Iâm sobbing wtf
user256: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
User998: she really said letâs spill the tea
âł user895: but i never thought it would be LIKE THIS đ
landonorris: congrats @/yourusername !! On repeat for the rest of the month at least
âł georgerussel: babygirl
georgerussel: thanks for the tea y/n! Beautiful song from a beautiful soul â€ïž we miss you
âł yourusername: I miss you too đ
âł carlossainz55: wish you could come back some time again :(
shawnmendes: I cried I sobbed I screamed I died
sabrinacarpenter: the best artist of all time iloveu bestie â€ïžâđ©č
User673: CHARLES LIKED đđđđ
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ââ .⊠FIN
Hope you liked it guys đ if you have any ideas my inbox is open so send your requests!
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Rafayel Sexting F!MC
Love & Deepspace
đ MDNI... Or else
2:07 AM
Rafayel: Hey cutie, are you still up?
Rafayel: Just 3 more days until my flight. I can't wait to see you again.
MC: I will put a countdown on my phone for when you get back!
Rafayel: You dun already have one? Woooow
MC: Do YOU have one?
Rafayel: Of course. I set it up the second I left.
Rafayel: *Calls MC*
Ringing...
<1 Missed Call>
Rafayel: Are you too busy to talk on the phone? It's already 2 AM and I can't sleep
Rafayel: Hearing your voice would be nice and it would help me fall asleep. You won't leave me hanging, right?
MC: Sorry! I just got back to my apt from a mission and I needed to eat something real quick before I shower.
Rafayel: Ooo, video call me from the shower
MC: Nooooo! It's going to be a QUICK shower. Then I need to sleep. If I vid call you, it wouldn't be a quick shower anymore.
Rafayel: You know me so well.
Rafayel: Fine fine, but I'll leave you with some messages to read for when you get out.
MC: Deal. I'm hopping in now
Rafayel: I can't believe you're naked right now and I don't get to see it.
Rafayel: You know, I went to a pop-up art exhibit and they had a big canvas with paint smeared all over it. It looked random at first glance
Rafayel: The plaque said the artist and his lover covered themselves in hues of pain then made love right there on top of the canvas to make the art piece.
Rafayel: Totally unelated, but I have a new date idea when I'm back home :)
Rafayel: I can only imagine how beautiful the painting would be that we could make together
Rafayel: I wish I was there with you. I miss you
Rafayel: I want to hold you in my arms. I want to kiss your soft lips. I want to watch you blush when I bully you ;)
Rafayel: And don't try to protest. I know you like it. Why else would you be so wet afterwards?
Rafayel: Please call me when you get out of the shower. I need to hear your voice
Rafayel: I can't stop thinking about your taste, you scent, and how your body heats up when I lick you in all the right places.
Rafayel: Fuck, I want to taste your pussy so bad right now. I miss the way you gasp and moan when I push my tongue inside you.
Rafayel: I can't stop from touching myself, sorry. I'll hold off untill your phone call
Rafayel: Please let me kiss you between your thighs
Rafayel: I love how much wetter you get when my tongue is inside you. You seem to like that very much
Rafayel: I can do that all night if you want. I never want to stop
Rafayel: Do you like my tongue that much? You always grab my hair and force me closer. It's so sexy when you do that
Rafayel: Don't worry. I wont stop until you're shaking.
Rafayel: You should be out of the shower by now, cutie.
MC: Yes but, I need another one after reading your texts
Rafayel: You like my words? Want me to keep going?
MC: Yes...
Rafayel: If that's your wish
<Incoming Call From MC>
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Congrats on 1,000! You deserve it times a million đ ! I was wondering if you could do Quinn, diamond, 26
thank you!!
"Want me to fill you up?"
Warnings: trying for a baby so... unprotected p in v wc: 630
Youâve been trying with Quinn for a couple of weeks now, ever since the party where you drunkenly held a baby and practically begged Quinn for a baby of your own. Heâd been true to his word, fucking you bare just the next day, and heâd been insatiable ever since. Sex is almost a nightly occurrence when Quinn is home. When heâs not home, he always sends you a message about how he wishes he was there to fuck you until heâs dripping out of you. Heâs been particularly persistent ever since Garlandâs baby was born and he was named godfatherâ Quinn has been fucking you every chance he gets. Youâre astonished that the two pregnancy tests youâve taken so farâ one for each weekâ have been negative.Â
Quinnâs in the shower now, fresh out of practice. Heâs got a game tomorrow night and they fly out in the morning, so youâre expecting him to fuck you well tonight.Â
He doesnât. He tells you that heâs just not feeling it right now, which you can understand. Sometimes you get like that, and as much as you want a baby, youâre not going to force Quinn to fuck you when he doesnât want to. Instead, you have a nice dinner and you lay in bed together, lazily intertwining your legs and exchanging kisses.Â
When you wake, Quinnâs already shuffling around the room, throwing clothes into a bag. You watch him, eyes hooded and blinking through the pull of sleep. He notices that youâre awake after a few minutes, looking up from the beanies in his hands. He was trying to decide which to wear with his suit, the navy one. You point at the cream colored one, then bring your hand to your mouth to stifle a yawn. Quinn puts the black beanie down, then places the cream one on top of his bag, and crawls back onto the bed.Â
He hovers above you and kisses you good morning. âThought you were going to sleep through me leaving,â he teases quietly, knowing that youâre still adjusting to being awake and would hate for him to speak at a normal volume when heâs so close. âIâve got fifteen minutes before I have to leave. Want me to fill you up before I go? Maybe youâll have a surprise for me when I get back, hm?â
You hum, shuffling out from under the covers. You touch the back of Quinnâs neck and kiss him. Your other hand pulls your panties to the side, baring your entrance to Quinn. Youâve taken to sleeping in just your panties and a sleep shirt, even though the weather is getting chillier. His easy access is worth the cold.
A ghost of a smile touches the corners of Quinnâs lips before he kisses your cheek. He works a hand into his pants, only unzipping them and shoving the fabric that left him covered to his knees. He strokes himself as you kiss, moving slowly. Thereâs no rush, really. Youâve had quickies that went much faster than 15 minutes, so neither of you are worried about taking too long.
Once Quinn is hard enough, he starts to press into you. The sensuality is enough to make your brain go fuzzy.Quinnâs gotten much more vocal since youâve started fucking with a purposeâ his little hums, grunts, and moans are like treasures when they fill your ears. âOh,â he breathes when you clench down, lifting your left leg to notch it over his hip. He presses forward until his cock is fully engulfed by your pussy. He stays in place for a minute while he licks into your mouth. âLove you,â he murmurs. âI canât wait for this to take. Youâre going to make the prettiest babies for me.â
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HEAVEN IS A PLACE ON EARTH WITH YOU â
R.B X J.P X READER
in which you and regulus escape to james' house after a failed house party (no thanks given to walaburga in this house <3)
pairing: regulus black x james potter x reader word count: 2.4k warnings: drunk reader at the end, but that's it
author's note: i wanted to get a quick one out there just for funsies, so I thought why not these two? thank's so much for the support to everyone who's liked and commented and followed too!!!
It's you, it's you, it's all for you Everything I do I tell you all the time Heaven is a place on earth with you Tell me all the things you wanna do I heard that you like the bad girls Honey, is that true?
HEAVEN IS A PLACE ON EARTH WITH YOU | REGULUS BLACK X JAMES POTTER XÂ READER
James Potter and Regulus Black were complete opposites.
Regulus Black was a prim and proper man. The second heir to the Black family, the most prestigious Pureblood family within the Sacred 28. An excellent seeker with an eye as sharp as a needle, easily able to pick a Snitch out of thin air. Neat and professional, always tailored to perfection no matter when or where you look at him. Quiet and calculated, able to do anything to someone all in the drop of a hat.
James Potter was a messy and muddy man. The only heir to the Potter household, a home full of love and warmth ever since it came together. An excellent Chaser able to throw Quaffles as easy as blinking his eyes. Cocky yet charming, jumbled in a way that was endearing to many no matter when or where you look at him. Loud in a friendly way, able to befriend anything all in the drop of a hat.
Even still, they had their faults.
That fault was always you.
Regulus found himself growing bolder within your presence, his journal full of scattered and obsessive thoughts about anything to do with you. The way your face shines in the sun, or the way it gets even brighter whenever you smile. He often found himself giving you small flower crowns or trinkets, like a worshipper worshiping its deity.
James, however, found himself growing calmer within your presence. His head was full of nothing whenever he was around you, nothing more than static he wished he always had running through his mind whenever he was out in public. He often found himself giving you more affection than anyone could think possible, like a sloth latching onto a tree branch for his nap.
Even though they were opposites, you brought out the best in both of them. And in return, they saw each other in a way they felt almost no one else could. Every kiss to you meant a kiss to Regulus for James. And every thought about you meant a thought about James to Regulus.
Which led them both to where they were right now, both with you in a way that made their hearts soar.
Regulus and you were both sitting in the backyard of the Potter Manor. Nobody else was home right now, but the both of you needed an escape from the party going on at Regulusâ house.
Which led you both here, listening to the car engine running through the streets and closer to you two. The sun was shining down on the backyard field, pollen and small dandelion fluffs running through the air and itching both of your noses.
Your heads turned as you heard the door of the car close, a small whistling tune ringing in your ears as whoever was driving got closer to you.
James.Â
You chuckled softly as he dramatically turned around the corner, both of you watching as he ran up to the both of you much like a golden retriever.
âReggie!â he smiled, leaning down dramatically and kissing his forehead before moving to yours. âOh how Iâve missed you, my love. And you too, Y/N. I missed you as well, donât you forget it.âÂ
âWe wonât, Jamie.â you whispered, kissing his lips. âDo you have any beers?â
âIf my dad doesnât count his stash.â James said mischievously, his hand patting your head before he rushed off to get three cans. âIâll be back!â
You and Regulus both giggled, his body scooting closer to yours as you watched James run off. Regulusâ hands moved to wrap around your waist, his fingers messing with the belt of your sundress. âYouâre absolutely beautiful.â
âYouâre an utter sap.â you giggled, your head resting on his shoulder.
Your lips rested on his cheek as his hands toyed with your belt, the both of you watching as James ran back out of the house with three beers and three swimsuits.Â
âWhat on Earth is he doing?â Regulus asked incredulously, a small smile on his face.
âWe should go to the pool!â he said, running up to you both out of breath. âWe could go swimming, or we could maybe play a game. What do you say?â
You and Regulus turned to each other before giggling at Jamesâ ridiculousness, the two of you getting up to walk to the pool.
The sun was shining down on the pool as Regulus and James sank into the water, Jamesâ arms wrapping around Regulus to help him swim.
âItâs not that bad, baby.â he whispered, chuckling softly. âYou can still stand even in the deep end!â
âItâs water!â he hissed slightly, the water freezing against his skin. âI could drown. Do you want me dead, James? Drowned and buried?âÂ
âYouâre not going to drown.â James chuckled, his thumbs caressing his waist. âIâve got you.â
Regulus was about to complain again before his eyes darted over to the entrance of the pool, his eyes widening slightly as he watched you walking towards the pool.
You still had your sundress on, a small tray of fruit in your hands as you put it at the edge of the pool. âAre you two having fun?â
âMassive fun.â James chuckled, placing a kiss on Regulusâ cheek. âRight?â
Regulus nodded, his hand rapidly slapping Jamesâ back as you moved to take your dress off. Your fingers moved to untie the belt holding it up, the zip falling down as it fell off your body. Your hands grabbed your swimsuit as you put it on, a pattern similar to your sundress.
Regulus and James were both staring at you, eyes widened and jaws dropped down to the floor.Â
Regulus absolutely loved the way you looked, at least 20 different poem lines or song lyrics running through his mind as he stared at you. Like you were a holy and divine being he worshiped.
And James was looking at you like a ray of sunshine or field of flowers. How could something like you exist in the same world as he did?
You turned around and chuckled softly at the look on their faces, your body moving to slowly wade into the pool. âHey there, you two.â
âHi.â Regulus whispered, clearing his throat before saying it again. âHi, mon amour.âÂ
âHi there, baby.â James whispered, letting Regulus stand in the water so they both could wade towards you and cover you in kisses.Â
âYouâre both the best.â you chuckled softly at them, wrapping yourself around James and leaning in for a kiss before doing the same for Regulus. âI love both of you, do you know that?â
âYes, we do.â Regulus whispered, kissing your jaw as Jamesâ buried his nose against your hair. âMeethee, are you wearing perfume?â
âPerfume?â you asked, before nodding. âThat vanilla one you like. Do you still like it?â
âOh, mon cĆur. The woman that you are.â Regulus whispered softly at that, taking a small scent of the perfume before pulling your lips in for another kiss. âMerlin, I love you so much.âÂ
âI did it for you,â you whispered, giggling as you felt James kissing your neck. âThat tickles!â
âAll for us?â he whispered, looking up at you with a gaze so sweet you could melt it like molten candy. âYouâre so good to us, you know?â
âSays you.â you giggled.
âWhat on Earth even happened at his parentâs house in the first place?â James asked you confusedly, looking over at Regulus who had drunken over three beers in twenty minutes. He was standing under the pool shower now, his hair dripping water as he stood in it.
âLots of yelling and stuff.â you whispered, frowning softly at Regulusâ state. âPlus, Bellatrix was acting like, well, Bellatrix. You know how she is.âÂ
âMaybe he needs to drink it off?â James whispered, looking at you. Neither of you liked Regulus drinking, though you did know it was a way for him to cope. And until he could escape the hellhole he lived in, it was what worked for him.
âMuggle bar?â you asked him curiously.
âMuggle bar.â James nodded at you.
The both of you got out of the pool and walked over to Regulus, playing with the shower nozzle for a minute or two before drying everyone off.
âDo you want to head to a bar, Regulus?â James whispered, his fingers running through his hair.
âA muggle bar?â Regulus whispered, his eyes shining slightly as he looked up at him.
âYeah.â James smiled.
Regulus sniffled dramatically, hugging James tight. âYou love me so much, donât you?â
âBoth of us do.â you whispered, nails gently scratching at his back. âWe love you, âkay? Weâll stay sober so you can get drunk, as long as you take a Wiggenweld Potion after we get home.â
âAnd a Sobering Potion too.â he promised, kissing your forehead lovingly. âThank you, my love.âÂ
âDonât thank us.â you whispered, helping the both of them walk up to Jamesâ room so you could all get ready for the bar.
âIs James going to stay sober?â Regulus whispered softly to you, watching as James looked through his shirt collection. His eyes unabashedly traced the muscles of his back, smiling softly at the sight.
âI think so. He doesnât like getting drunk, you know how he is.â you chuckled softly. âA big health nut he is, donât you think?â
âDefinitely.â Regulus whispered, turning to you with a curious expression. âAre you going to get drunk with me, pretty girl? I have extra potions if you need.â
âIf I ask James, maybe.â you whispered, before pouting softly at Regulus. âAs long as I donât get the vodka you like. It burns.â
âOf course not.â he whispered, kissing your forehead. âIâll get you all the drinks you love.âÂ
âIâm going to beat you!â yoh slurred, the pool stick in your hand swaying slightly as you angled it to the white ball. âJust you wait, Reggie.â
âYouâre going to try, pretty.â he chuckled softly at you. He was holding his alcohol a lot better than you were. âAnd then youâre going to be sad when you lose, yâknow that?â
âNuh uh.â you said, giggling softly as James walked up behind you and helped you line the stick up.
âThatâs cheating!â Regulus chuckled, leaning against the table.Â
James chuckled softly as you started drunkenly bumbling, taking over the pool stick and hitting the ball against the others. âLook babes, youâre solid.â
âIâm solid?â you asked, looking up at him as you pulled him into a hug. âI think Iâm starry.â
âStarry?â James asked, kissing your forehead as he watched Regulus shoot his shot. He shot about three in a row, impressive for how many drinks he had already. âHow are you starry?â
âBecause youâre giving me a hug, and itâs starry.â you whispered, giggling as you bounced over to Regulus. âYou make me starry too!â
Regulus chuckled softly at your drunkenness, realizing rather quickly that you probably wouldnât be able to play pool nor darts. He still didnât mind entertaining you though. âDid you know my name is based off of a star?â
âIt is?â you asked, clapping your hands together. âWeâre stars together!â
âYes we are, mon cĆur.â he chuckled softly.
âAnd Jamie has to come with us too.â you whispered softly, looking over at James. âI donât want him feeling left out, okay?â
âOf course he can come with us.â Regulus chuckled softly to you. âHeâs like the sun.â
âThe sun!â you giggled softly, before stumbling into Regulusâ arms. âSorry Reggie.â
âItâs okay, just be careful next time pretty,â he whispered, smirking softly. âYou wanna watch me beat Jamesâ ass in pool?â
âYeah!â you giggled.
James had been smiling the entire night, ever since he saw you two in his backyard.
You were wearing a different dress, one that was black and a bit puffier at the end of it. Regulus was wearing all black attire as well, a black silk shirt with black slacks and Doc Martens. Right now, the both of you were standing by the bar, sticking out like a sore thumb in a crowd of people who looked a little better than average.
You were both absolutely beautiful. And absolutely wasted.
âI think this is going to be your final drink.â he whispered softly, grabbing you by the waist when you sat next to him.
âWhat?â you whined, looking over at Regulus. âWhy is he cutting us off?â
Regulus shrugged, taking a sip of his drink as he looked at James with puppy eyes.
âNope, not falling for it.â James muttered, dramatically tossing his head to the ceiling. âWeâre going to get you two your potions and then weâre going to head home, no ifs, ands, or buts.â
âOn the contrary to the message you are trying to spread,â Regulus slurred out, hiccuping at the end. âI believe we should be able to consume alcoholic beverages however long we want.â
âAnd I believe that I donât want you sick tomorrow.â James said, looking down at Regulus. âDonât make me do it.â
âYou wonât!â you gasped audibly.
âI would.â he said sternly, putting as serious of an expression he could on. âDonât test me.â
âNo, no!â Regulus said. âWeâll go.â
âGood.â James said, chuckling softly as the both of you stumbled to put your glasses back at the bar. Oh how he loved you two.
âOkay, whoâs in bed first?â James asked, looking at both you and Regulus in matching pajamas.
âI believe that itâs your turn for mutual cuddles.â you mumbled sleepily, patting the bed down for James to get in. âGo on Jamie.â
âOh,â James nodded, looking down at the bed before smiling. âMy turn it is.â
âYour turn it is.â Regulus hummed, crawling in and wrapping his arms around James. You were much more uncivilized, wrapping your entire being around him contently.Â
The lights turned of magically as you all got comfortable in the bed, small sighs escaping your mouths as your eyes closed. Regulusâ grip tightened ever so slightly, his hand grasping yours in his sleep. Your body stayed wrapped around James, though your calf somewhat covered Regulusâ leg.
And James was content laying in the middle and spread like a starfish, smiling as he listened to the both of your breathing gently. James wouldnât have this any other way.Â
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Gift Wrap by @lonewolflupe
This gift is for @totallywizard07 â you requested the Batch camping with a healthy serving of fluff âșïž Thank you for being a wonderful part of this fandom community! You are fantastic!
The Last Island Wolf
Read here on Ao3!
Rated: G | Words: 745
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â...and they say,â Omega concludes, leaning into the glow of the flickering firelight, âthat the spirit of the last island wolf returns every full moon to search for the one who claimed him, the man with dark eyes.âÂ
Silence disturbed only by the crackling laughter of the campfire follows for several long moments before Crosshair retorts, âThat is the most ridiculous story Iâve ever heard.â
âItâs a Pabu classic,â Omega argues with a smile. âI hear it everytime I go camping with the Hazards.âÂ
âBut itâs not true,â Wrecker says, and after a beat, âRight?â Â
Omega shrugs. âMaybe. I mean, there have been sightings over the years. Unexplained shadows and noises. Lyana even said that one night, Shep woke up because he felt hot breath on his face. But when he opened his eyes, nothing was there.âÂ
Crosshair huffs and rolls his eyes. âThatâs a load of kark.âÂ
Hunter stands up and stretches his arms over his head, looking out into the darkness beyond the perimeter of their camp. âGood story, Megs. I donât believe a word of it, but it got the job done. Wreckerâs scared.âÂ
âI am not!â Wrecker protests.Â
Omega laughs. âDonât feel bad, Wrecker. It scared me too until I realized that the island wolf doesnât come for dark eyed girls. You boys on the other handâŠâÂ
âBut wait, I only have one dark eye,â Wrecker says, âSo Iâm safe too, right?â Â
Omega considers, looking up at the star scattered sky. âMmmmâŠthatâs true. I guess only Hunter and Crosshair need to worry about it, then.âÂ
âOh, yeah, Iâm shaking in my boots,â Crosshair drawls and Hunter chuckles.Â
As the Batch settles in for the night, Crosshair realizes that this is the first time heâs been out camping without someone keeping a watch shift. During the war, someone always had eyes on the camp. And after the war with the Empire, it was protocol, although heâd never been able to fully sleep with anyone but his brothers keeping watch. Now, they are on Pabu. There are no threats, no reason for someone to stay awake alone for hours. Heâd gotten used to it in their house, with four walls and locks. Camping on the other handâŠ
âYou alright, Cross?â Hunter asks, and it sounds sincere until he adds, âScared the island wolf might get you while you sleep?â
Wrecker laughs and Omega giggles.Â
âAbsolutely petrified,â Crosshair snarks, turning over in his bedroll to face the woods, but he smiles when the comment gets another burst of sniggering from his siblings at his back. He is happy they feel safe here, that his brothers seem secure in the fact that they can all just go to sleep.
He wishes that such security extended to himself as well.Â
Crosshair listens to their breathing even out, listens to the fire crackle and snap hungrily, listens to the wind in the treetops. He watches shadows stretch in the moonlight and dance in the firelight. It is peaceful. It is safe. He even has his firepuncher nearby, just in case this is all an illusion. But itâs not, this is their new reality. Safe. Content. Home. His eyes feel heavy, and he wants to sleep. But he canât seem to allow it.
âCross?â Hunterâs voice is soft, groggy. âYou still awake?âÂ
He almost doesnât answer, pretends; however, Hunter is impossible to fool. Kriffing enhancement.Â
âYeah,â he says, rolling to his back.Â
âWhy?âÂ
âDunno.âÂ
Hunter hums. âI think you do.âÂ
âIâm not tired,â Crosshair lies.Â
Hunter sits up, props his forearms on his knees. Crosshair watches the movement out his peripheral, keeps his gaze skyward. Hunter mutters, âIt feels strange not having someone on watch, doesnât it?â
Crosshair hides his surprise behind a retort, throwing Hunterâs own joke back at him. âWhy? Scared the island wolf might get you while you sleep?â
Hunterâs voice curves around a grin. âMaybe.âÂ
âHmm.â Crosshair swallows. âMe too.âÂ
Or a Separatist, or a clanker, or the EmpireâŠ
âIâll take the first watch,â Hunter says, decidedly. âIâll wake you when itâs your turn, and you can start early meal.âÂ
âThereâs no need for a watch anymore,â Crosshair reminds him.
Hunter shrugs. âWell, someoneâs gotta look out for that island wolfâŠâ
Crosshair smiles. âRight.âÂ
Silence falls between them, not empty, but an unspoken acknowledgement. Hunter has always had the uncanny ability to know exactly what his brothers need, whether they admit it or not.Â
Kriffing older brothers.Â
But thank the Maker for them.
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Stray Kids' reaction to you texting them "Merry Christmas ya filthy animal" on Christmas day referencing the movie Home Alone 2 : Lost In New York
A/N : Since Advent is round the corner here's a silly Christmas scenario. Picture credit goes to the owner.
Chris
âą He'd definitely laugh at your playful message and the Home Alone reference would definitely click with them.
âą "Merry Christmas you cheeky little troublemaker đșđ", he texts back.
âą He'd call you right after just to hear your voice "so you're quoting movies at me now Y/N ie ? Am I Kevin or am I one of the burglars ?"
âą He'd tease you relentlessly but would definitely appreciate you wishing him at midnight.
Minho
âą Minho would raise an eyebrow at your cheeky message highly amused by the sheer audacity to text him that.
âą "Merry Christmas you brat đ. You know what happens to 'filthy animals' right ? Better be careful đ".
âą You'd blush profusely at his reply meanwhile he double texts you a picture of his three precious cats lounging next to the dorm Christmas tree with something like "they're watching you".
Changbin
âą He would probably be producing a track late at night while you text him that sharp at midnight.
âą He would laugh at your text, clearly amused. "Merry Christmas bunny đ. But hey we all know who the real 'filthy animal' is over here đ".
âą He'd probably video call you soon after asking you what you got him for Christmas and would make plans for the day wanting to spend it with you.
Hyunjin
âą Hyunjin would be startled at first, staring at the message like "Is she calling me filthy ?!" But then heâd remember the movie reference and start giggling.
âą "Excuse me ? I'm practically an angel and not a filthy animal đ€ . And Merry Christmas to you too you absolute menace âŁïž".
âą Hed probably just send you a selfie later, pouting and asking you "so do I look like a filthy animal to you now ?"
Jisung
âą Boy would probably be munching on some late night Christmas snack and would almost spit out the food at your message, putting down the phone to laugh at it.
âą "HOW DARE YOU !! I'm the cleanest animal here, thank you very much. But Merry Christmas to you too, you little gremlin đđ".
âą By evening, heâd text you "Okay fine, I admit that was the best Christmas message Iâve ever gotten. Donât tell anyone".
Felix
âą Felix would be confused for a split second but would quickly catch on to the reference. Heâd chuckle softly, finding your humor absolutely endearing.
âą "Merry Christmas, darling. đ But⊠are you calling me filthy ? đ I thought I was your angel đ".
âą He'd send you a voice note in that deep voice of his wishing you all the love and happiness Christmas. Heâd then gush to the members about how adorable you were.
Seungmin
âą Seungmin would squint at his phone, trying to decide whether to laugh or pretend to be offended.
âą "Merry Christmas, clown. đ
Youâre lucky itâs the holidays otherwise, Iâd roast you for that message".
âą Heâd subtly bring up your message during the day, saying things like, "So, how many other people did you call 'filthy animals' or am I just special?" Heâd tease you relentlessly but would secretly love your sense of humor.
Jeongin
âą Jeongin would blink at the message, trying to make sense of it for a second. If he got the reference, heâd laugh and shake his head at how bold you were.
âą "Merry Christmas, you weird human. đ But donât forget that Iâm the baby of the group. Filthy animal ? Really ?"
âą By evening, heâd probably text you something like "Yours was the funniest Christmas message I received today. But next year, Iâm coming up with something better, so you'd better watch out".
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Nature Heals
this fic is part of the @galactic-gift-gathering (which is still accepting wish lists for anyone who's interested!) and the prompt of "nature heals" came from @blackseafoam! i could not get this idea out of my head all day while i was at work, i just needed to get home and write it. hope you enjoy <3
ao3 link || words: 952 || tech & omega
summary: On one misty morning, Omega and Tech share their apprehensions for the future before the rest of the Batch awake.
The collapse of Kamino had affected her more than she expected, Omega thought as she sat atop a large rock and stared out at the lush forest on one side and the grassy plains on the other. A small creek snaked across the land, the Marauder parked a few steps from its bank. She didnât know the name of this planet or even where in the galaxy it was located, but the atmosphere had something of a calming effect after what she and her brothers had just endured.Â
The the forest at dawn was a different kind of silence, one Omega appreciated as she watched the morning light peek through the trees and reflect off the durasteel of the shipâs hull.Despite the fact that they could have celebrated their escape from the crumbling Tipoca City under less-than favorable odds, it felt like no one aboard had spoken to each other in multiple rotations.Â
For the amount of time she had spent dreaming of an escape, hoping to find family and adventure a long was from the watery planet she had spent most of her life on, there was an emptiness in her heart as she remembered the sight of its ruin. It certainly didnât help that her family was not yet complete. She didnât know Crosshair like the others did, but that didnât mean she didnât share in the desire to bring him home, to free him from the Empireâs grasp and the chipâs influence. The thoughts raced through her mind, and she couldnât even begin to fathom how the rest of the squad felt right now.Â
The sound of footsteps on the ramp of the ship turned Omegaâs attention, and she smiled kindly at Tech as he walked in her direction. His hair was slightly mussed from sleep, and she watched as he hoisted himself up to sit next to her on the stone. âGood morning,â he said, pulling two ration bars from a pocket in his clothes and offering the other to her.Â
She accepted the ration bar without much fanfare, though it wasnât exactly something she looked forward to eating every day. âMorning,â she said softly, unable to conjure up the sunny tone she usually used when talking to her brothers.Â
âAre you injured?â Tech asked, clearly able to pick up on the melancholy in her voice.Â
Omega shook her head. âNo, just tired.â
âThere is still quite some time in the day before I expect the others to wake,â Tech responded. âYou are more than welcome to try and sleep a little more.âÂ
âItâs not that kind of tired.âÂ
Tech paused before speaking again. âI understand,â he said.Â
Looking up at him, Omega could see a kind expression on his face. âYou do?âÂ
âThis lifestyle is not ideal for anyone,â he responded. âI think that looking over our shoulders with every step has taken a toll on all of us.â
As she finished the ration bar, Omega let her head fall onto Techâs shoulder. âI wish it wasnât like this.âÂ
âMe too Omega, me too.âÂ
The silence that descended over the two was a comfortable one, both appreciative of the otherâs presence but without the need to constantly speak. She had only known Tech and the rest of the Bad Batch for a small amount of time, and already she could tell that an invisible weight had come to rest on their shoulders. Though it was noticeable in different ways among all of the shipâs residents, some managed to hide their growing worries more than others. Hunterâs eyes in particular were a little bit more tired than they had been when she first spoke to him in that Kamino hallway, a fatigue that she didnât think any amount of sleep would be able to reverse.Â
âDo you think weâll be able to settle somewhere?â Omega asked, looking across the plains, where she knew a village stood in about a half dayâs travel. Despite the thirst for adventure she had grown up with in Nala Seâs lab, her desires had been tempered with the danger she and her new family found themselves in from the moment they escaped with her the very first time.
âI really hope so,â Tech responded. His voice was softer and less sure of himself than it usually sounded, and if he was trying to hide any of his trepidation about the future, he wasnât doing a very good job.Â
The rain began before Omega could respond, with one of the first droplets falling from the sky hitting her nose. Tech noticed it as well, and she pulled away from him as the two of them tilted their heads up towards the sky. Unlike on Kamino, where the air held a perpetual chill no matter the weather, this rain was warm to the touch, and it fell at a gentler pace than all the others Omega had experienced.Â
âDo you want to go inside?â Tech asked, looking shocked when Omega shook her head.Â
âNot really.âÂ
Her brother nodded as Omega once again rested her head on his shoulder, and she took a breath as the rain started to come down a little harder, admiring the patterns the impact of each droplet made in the already rushing creek.Â
Her hair would soon be wet and she would likely have to change her clothes, but right now the allure of the misty woodland was too strong to trade for the utilitarian grey of the shipâs interior. For the briefest of moments, as Omega sat her with her brother, the feeling of the water on her face melted away any lingering stress about what they had been through.Â
Whatever the future brought, they would face it together.
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gn! Reader (that's what adoption is for) I no warnings
A/N: we all aggree those guys need to have some serious therapy before even thinking about children, right?!
Alucard
While I think this is probably not his only child over the past decades, it's the first one he is actively involved in it's upbringing.
At the beginning he's cautious to even hold it and never wants to be left alone with it, partly feeling like he doesn't deserve to be close to such a pure little miracle and deeply afraid to mess something up. He's already fearing it'll grow up to hate him one day, will needs lots of reassurement.
Super overprotective due to his own experiences as a child. Only a chosen few will be allowed to even interact with it. I feel in general you'll need to make him loosen up and act as counterweight to his extremes.
Will probably spoil it rotten and doesn't care about the consequences. It's his child, after all, others don't matter!
The Captain
100% relies on his instincts and sees how things develop naturally.
His quiet and collected aura is contagious for the baby, and in general he deals with tantrums etc. way better than you.
Will teach them sign language for obvious reasons, but doesn't even need to make a sound to get them to (not) do something - one look is enough.
He knows best how fast time can pass, so he tries savouring every moment with your little family. You blink and suddenly they're all grown up.
Sorry, but your kids will definetly be clinging to their dad more than you.
Plus his wolf form will be a great cuddle buddy!
Anderson
C'mon you guys this man is a dad already.
Pretty confident in his parenting skills due to his work at the orphanage. He's seen it all, done it all, knows it all. Can be a bit overbearing but he only means well.
Is a completely different person while tending to children in general, like way calmer and legitimately enjoying himself. Watching him play, sing and cuddle with them is a heartwarming sight, really. His dad-jokes are horrendrous, though.
The only thing he's worried about is that the orphans might think he loves them less now that he has a child of his own, but you're gonna prove them otherwise. And hey, so many friends for your little one!
Fuck vampire-hunting, this is what he's born for.
The Major
Oh, he's definetly one of those super prepared ones that got the child's room set up when you're like 3 weeks pregnant.
Definetly educates them early on, they'll know several languages as babies already and shit like that. He's strict and has high expectations but remains loving nonetheless.
Is aware of his own shortcomings especially when it comes to empathy and other things that require emotional intelligence, and will gladly ask your assistance if necessary.
Has a surprisingly great humor and plays very carefree unlike his usual self. At home he's just a papa.
Walter
Oh you don't have to lift a single finger, he's got you.
He'll go all househusband mode, this is what he's dreamt of doing all his life. Let him have this. If you'd wish you only have to do the 'fun' part of parenting because he's thrilled doing everything, no exceptions.
Really is a family-man that would plan trips, photo-shootings, certain classes, the whole package. Carries the child anywhere, it literally doesn't have to walk unless it wants to.
Might teach it some self-defense but is in general absolutely against training it in his field of work. He's very insistent on making your child experience a normal childhood full of wonder, unlike his own.
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Im the girl who asked the advice for the guy who just broke up. He invited me at his birthday today and kissed another girl in front of me..
left the birthday telling him that I thought that at least we have interest in each others he told me that he explained wrong and there's no interest. And how he was able to do this in front of me....
I feel my chest so heavy rn I can't sleep and he even made me go back home at 4am alone and didn't even asked me where I was etc. I felt teased from all of his friends.
During today he didnât even text me and I know itâs his birthday but he could send me at least an are u ok.
I hate him so much for what he did to me
Iâm so sorry you went through that. What he did was deeply hurtful & you didnât deserve any of it. Watching someone disrespect your feelings like that, especially so publicly is a cruel experience.
Right now, itâs okay to feel angry and upset. You have every right to feel what youâre feelingâdonât let anyone minimize that. But try to remind yourself of this: his actions say everything about him, not about your worth. Someone who truly values you would never treat you like this.
Moving forward, I need you to remember a few things:
1. Men are very direct. Take what they say at face value.
2. No one is going to reject attentionâ it doesnât mean interest (re read 1).
3. Always take mixed signals as a no.
4. When a man wants you, nothing you or anyone can do will change his mind.
5. Emotionally unavailable people arenât emotionally available to anyone. If they were emotionally available to US, they would be emotionally available. No confusion. ( re read 1)
This might sound a little blunt but you just simply do not deserve to have been put in that position.
You deserve someone who is sure about you. Is clear about their intentions and only wants you. If you have to over think and analyze, hope, wish, try to convince, itâs is not for you. And honestly not everyone should be for you because you are special, amazing and unique.
Also, donât talk to that guy again please, he suckâs đ
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HOUSE OF BALLOONS | JJK
02- & The After Party
synopsis: fleeing the pressure and pretense of your elite life, you stumble into the seductive chaos of the House of Balloons. There, Jungkook waitsâ ready to make you question everything you thought you knew.
w/c: 2.6k
warnings: drug/alcohol references/usage, jk is a big ol' meanie pt 2, reader grows some balls, lil intro to how the boys met!!
a/n: jjk made todays lil scrapbook!! isnt he so!! <33!! (making each chapters scrapbook is sm fun!! gives u another pov of the characters me thinks!!) i also have like 8 more chapters written already :/ anyways!! enjoy!!
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You made your way up the stairs, determined to find Yoongi. Determined to get the fuck away from the creeper whose stare made you wish the couch would open and swallow you whole.
Being stared at had never been a problem for you, granted it was normally out of admiration. Never had it ever been a look that made you want to absolutely shed your own skin.
You reached the end of the stairs, 4 closed bedroom doors, not game enough to open any of them, didn't fancy walking in on Yoongi balls deep in some girl or anyone else for that matter.
Spotting a bathroom to the right of the stairs, you slip in and take the time to fix yourself up, ready to return home.
Jungkook on the other hand had still been watching, hadn't stopped since he first saw you circling the street until you grew enough balls to step inside this mad house. Told himself he was only watching incase you just so happened to leave that pretty Chanel purse unattended, knew you'd have a shit ton of cash in there, probably wouldn't notice if he took some.
Watched you head towards the bathroom from downstairs, stood up and made his own way there. Stood opposite the door.
He was surprised you were still here. Betted with himself that you'd only last an hour, 2 at most. But, it's almost 4am now, and you are still here.
Out of place and unwanted.
As you finished your touch ups, opening the door you couldn't help but jump at the man opposite you. Arms crossed, the light making his tattoo's a little more visible now, his face too. Didn't understand why assholes always got the prettiest faces.
"Fuck, sorry" You say, assuming he was waiting for the bathroom.
"Daddy know you got a mouth on ya?" Jungkook says, eyes locked on yours, tongue slightly playing with his lip ring.
"Does yours know you're kind of a cunt?"
Jungkook scoffs. Scans your body, meets your eyes again. "I can tell Yoongi you had to leave, we both know you shouldn't be here."
It's your turn to scoff now, "Have I done something to upset you, Jonathan, was it?"
His jaw clenches, a quick exhale through his nose, "Jungkook?", shakes his head and steps towards you. "Yoongi left that world for a reason, doesn't need it following him. Matter a-fact, none of us want it around."
You tilt your head slightly, turn your body to face Jungkooks, "Didn't really ask if you wanted me here or not, don't really give a fuck if you do or not either,"
You understood that you were probably a constant reminder of what everyone here doesn't have, but fuck, how much longer did they have to tell you it.
"If Yoongi wanted me out, I would've been out. Don't think he needs some little coked up emo to speak for him, hm?" Your tone was calm but you knew it had hit a nerve by the way his jaw clenched, just how you intended.
"Watch your fuckin' mouth, yeah? Might be worth something back in Seoul, but here, where you are right now? No one gives a fuck" Jungkook spits back.
"You seem to be awfully concerned though," You feign a pout, shrug your shoulders slightly and turn on your heels.
You retreat back downstairs, not to the banged up god awful couches, but to the table by the kitchen, down a shot and lean against the counter.
The crowd is a-lot more sparse now, few people passed out here and there, cups and balloons still scattered over the floors. The music that was blaring, is now playing dark instrumentals at a much softer level.
An arm slings over your shoulder, "Still kickin' Bee?"
"Apparently."
"Welcome to the House Of Balloons." Yoongi snorts proudly, placing a cigarette between his lips.
"House of balloons?"
Yoongi gives a small nod, as he lights up the end of his cigarette. "Throw these fuckin' parties every weekend and the people, they love the fuckin' balloons."
"Every weekend, hm?"
Yoongi nods, tells you it's a tradition. Tells you they've never missed a weekend since they started. Doesn't tell you why it started, doesn't tell you how much he fucking loves it, but you can feel it. Can see there's a light in Yoongi's eyes that he didn't have when he was attending galas and charity events, although that may just be the snow racing through his bloodstream.
Once upon a time, around the time Yoongi gave you your first blunt you used to think that perhaps you and Yoongi would have ended up together. Had the fattest crush on him until he broke your tween heart when he lost his virginity to Kim Soyeon in a bathroom of a Four Seasons during a High Society gathering.
He looks at you, "You really thinkin' bout leaving it all?"
You shrug slightly, "Not if it's going to lead me here. No offense."
He laughs, nudges your shoulder and takes the cigarette back from you. "Do it better than I did. Get your hands on some fuckin' cash or some shit, keep contacts. I ain't got shit now, never been happier but fuck it could have been easier."
You stand with Yoongi, listen to him mumble about something to do with his music. Fucker can barely string a sentence together, heads rolling, his jaw too.
It only takes you another 20 minutes, one uncalled for squeeze to your ass by some horned up freak and a death stare by Jungkook until you realise, it's home time.
"Another party tomorrow night, always welcome here Bee. Friday through to Sunday, the House Of Balloons will always love to have you" Yoongi says before he closes the door to your uber.
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It's half past 5 by the time you arrive back to the penthouse.
Quiet, clean, bright. All the things the House Of Balloons wasn't.
The only noise being the chef in the kitchen preparing too much food for a Saturday's breakfast.
Managing to retreat to your own room without your parents questioning where you've been and why you're strolling in at fuck ass O'clock.
You lay in bed. Soft noises coming from your vanilla bean diffuser thats refreshing your room. Eyes on the ceiling. Thoughts on the House Of Balloons.
What the fuck was that? Why did I see 4 people getting it on in the open? Did I really look like a hooker? I would make a decent hooker- no. Shut up. Wouldn't go to Daegu if I was a fucking hooker. What hooker wears Hervé Léger pulled from the archive specially for you? Was the party still thriving?
It was. Yoongi wasn't lying when he said Friday through to Monday. It's simple really;
Friday will come, the house is open at 9pm, people roll in for their Friday night start off. House is normally cleared out by 8am, except for the few passed out around the house or the girls letting the guys use their bodies.
Repeat on Saturday's.
Sunday is come down day. Still a rager, just less pussies who can't handle it.
By 10am on a Monday, the house is clean and ready for the week to prepare for the next weekend.
Hoseok will have worked on his set to Dj from a shitty DJ deck, (which he stole from a college music room he broke into one night). The House of Balloons isn't the House of balloons without his dark, seductive and occasional mix of early 2000s&90s club bangers.
Yoongi organises drop offs from his dealer. The money that everyone drops in that rusted bucket? Yeah, that's their Snow Stash. The House Of Balloons isn't the House of Balloons without its fair share of coke, weed and god awful cheap booze.
Jimin is mostly in charge of the people that come to the parties. A charmer, knows how to make the night seem like it's not worth missing. Tells a pretty desperate stranger, who tells a friend, who tells another friend. The House Of Balloons isn't the House Of Balloons without a crowd full of depressed, desperate delinquents.
And Jungkook, is in charge of- well, being Jungkook. The female's will stroll on into the House Of Balloons, see him and decide that coming every weekend is worth it just to see him. The men want to be him, women want to be with him.
Which is no problem to Jungkook, can't stand sleeping with the same girl more than once- hates the idea of getting comfortable with someone. Prefers to spend the night learning their body and then never having to revise the information again.
The House Of Balloons isn't the House Of Balloons without Jeon Jungkook.
He loves it. Thinks the feelings he feels when he's inside the walls of his home that are shaking from the bass, when his line of vision is slightly warped from the white powder he snorts through his nose or the girl he's picked from the crowd is on her knees in-front of him must be the best feeling in the world. Nothing can compare, he thinks. This is what love must feel like. This is the feeling that people spend their life searching for, in the palm of his hand.
And just as deeply as he loves, his hate will always run deeper. Whether it be, losing, things being out of place or you.
Well, not you. Doesn't actually give a flying fuck about you. But, he hates people like you. Who come from money, stability, a safety net below them every time they slip. You just happen to fit exactly into that category, your fault. Not his.
Jungkook was raised by a single mother, father left and died from an overdose. Mother worked two jobs to be able to afford food.
Jungkook was 9 when his mother took her own life, leaving him with his grandparents who passed together 4 years later in result of a hit and run.
A life of loss and grief led him here. Right to the doorstep of the House Of Balloons. Well, technically it led him to Jimin.
Jimin and Jungkook met when Jungkook went to try to steal food from Jimin's father's run down (but the tastiest) Korean BBQ restaurant. Jimin saw him, made him a plate. They decided from that day that they would be best friends from then onwards and to only score five-finger-discounts together.
By the time they turned 17, they met Namjoon. Local Cannabis grower. Joon, only two years older, promised unlimited smoke sesh's if Jimin promised to get his father to feed him. Easy deal.
Three of them started going to shitty house parties, none of them were really any fun. More like a place to find someone to empty themselves into and if they were super lucky, find something laying around to steal and sell for some quick cash.
Half the reason why they continued to stop by these parties was because Jungkook had taken a liking to the DJ's music.
Hoseok was constantly, practically begging people to let him play music at whatever house party was the spot for a night. Thought, maybe just maybe someone would see his talent and know someone who knows someone and set him up for life. Hopeful.
Jungkook had extended an invite to Hoseok to join them for a meal, and wanted to convince Hoseok to teach him how to DJ. Wanted to be cool like him. Quickly realised he much rather listen to music than make it.
Then, two years ago, enters Yoongi. Introduced himself at a party. Bonded with Hoseok over music, plants with Joon and drugs and women with Jimin and Jungkook.
Jungkook and Jimin had planned on jumping him after Yoongi told him where he was from, but decided not to after they realised he really was just as broke as them.
The five of them, inseparable now. Living together in a run down shit box they scored with Yoongi's only available money. Decided to throw the party they always dreamed of, was a hit and has been a part of their lives since.
So, sue Jungkook for hating you and your lifestyle. Ungrateful for running away he thinks. Too scared to actually run away, is sure he won't have to see you again. If he has to see another pink dress shining in the crowd of monochromatics, he might just rip his own eyes out and stomp on them.
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Jungkook is enjoying his night so far. Saturday's are always a little more chaotic than Friday's or Sunday's. More people, more drama, more women, more orgasms.
He sat in his usual seat, the brown leather couch facing towards the entryway. Can see everyone who enters, see's his options, notices any potential danger, can spot any glittering pink that dare enter.
He's listening to Joon dramatically ramble on to him and everyone within close proximity about how some dickhead stole his bicycle last night, reckons his gonna find the sneaker fucker and shove the handle bars up his ass. He won't, will just have to steal someone else's. Circle of life.
Jungkook's half interest is completely stripped from him once he looks towards the door and spots a glittery nepo baby wearing a baby blue dress. Corseted at the waist, puffs out just at the middle of your thighs.
"Fuckin' hell" Jungkook breaths out, the smoke from his cigarette clouding around his face.
Jimin and Joon, a few of the girls surrounding them all look in Jungkook's line of vision. You. Dressed for a tea party with the elite but stood with the delinquents of Daegu.
"Round 2? More interesting than I thought she'd be." Joon shrugs, turns back to the blunt he was rolling.
Jungkook's eyes are narrowed in on you, watching you laugh and down a shot of vodka with Yoongi. Jaw clenched, his cigarette burning towards the filter.
"Why the fuck do you care so much? About her? Did she reject you or something? Ignore her, it's not like she's here for good." One of the little groupies who had been trying to score a second lay from Jungkook for the last 2 weeks by Jungkook's side speaks out.
Jungkook's eye's move directly to her, brows pinched together. "Fuck you just say?"
She sits up a little straighter, has been begging for Jungkook's attention for weeks, not this kind though.
"No, no, I just mean, you know. You seem worked up, we can go upstairs? Maybe not seeing her and focusing on someone else could help?". She runs her fingers through the back of his slightly curled wolf cut.
He scoffs. Sucks his teeth and elbows her arm away, "Only place I want you to be, is somewhere not fucking around me. Fuck off."
Harsh, too harsh probably.
"What? Jungkook, babe-"
"Fuck off."
And off she fucked. Was no point arguing or begging him to let her suck him off to show him how she truly didn't mean to upset him. Never was with Jungkook, once he had his mind made up about you, that was it.
"Bit harsh J." Jimin smirks, throws him a new cigarette, Jungkook's previous one had burnt to the filter and put itself out.
Jungkook takes a light to his fresh cigarette, says a quick "be back in a few." and walks out. Straight through the sliding door, that is barely on the hinges, to the back yard.
There's less people out here, he still decides to sit towards the back of the garage that Hoseok had turned into a bedroom slash studio for his mixing.
Quiet. Less stuffy. Air is breathable. All the opposite to what he normally craves. Blames you, you're the one piece that doesn't fit.
And it only makes him want to bring his own clenched fist straight to his own face and knock himself out when he looks up from the ground and see's you standing in-front of him.
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TIME TO CALL ME DELUSIONAL BUT HEAR ME OUT!!!!!
One of Jungkooks last lives was him wearing the black and white Nike jacket.
Later we seen Jimin wearing the same one.
Everyone pointed it out..
Not to mention they were even matching with wearing beanies but back to my point-
A year ago today Jikookers were in Japan together, theyâre safe place really.
Once he saw the snow, Jungkook said heâd remember that moment with Jimin while enlisted.
Today. 11/27. Jungkook changes his/Bams IG pfp with him wearing the same black and white Nike jacketâŠ
Do you see where Iâm going with this???
Hey Anon đ
You really got some points there
We got to see Jungkook wearing the Nike Swoosh Black Jacket along with a black beanie during his Dec 8 2023 live
But we have seen him wearing this Nike Jacket in a live before, right?
When?
The March 14 2023 live. Where Jungkook started the live at 8:11 KST (cough 8/11 cough). The same live where he teased Jimin's SMF pt2 reminding us all that something amazing is gonna come up at midnight. It was White Day in SK.
On Dec 27 2023 we see Jimin wearing the Nike Swoosh Black Jacket along with a black beanie in BTS Monuments Beyond The Star
Jimin was in self quarantine at the time. So, its from Dec 14 2021. We get to know about the date from Jimin's phone screen and also from his conversation with Hoseok the same day
Now let me do a brief recap of Jungkook's Dec 8 2023 live.
When Jungkook starts the live, we see him walking home. He's going home after his workout. He talks about Bam (cause there was a rude comment asking him if he abandoned Bam), how he adopted Bam, took him home and cared for him, about Bam's training center, how he often visits Bam there and brings him home whenever he can. It is during this live that he hints that maybe Bam will have an IG in the future.
He sings songs for ARMY. Complains about the sweat. And changes his outfit to a purple hoodie just 15 mins before the live ends.
Now let's talk about the second part of your ask. About Jikook's conversation in Japan
Jikook got their first snow of this year in SK on Nov 27 2024.
Jungkook changed Bam's IG profile pic on Nov 27 2024 to this pic
And posted a new pic of Bam (the 13th post as pointed out by sydneylaurelseven)
When I saw Bam in this outfit I immediately thought of Jikook twinning on Valentine's Day in 2017
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The song is a romantic one released in Dec 2017.
These lyrics:
I hope the white snow will pile up tomorrow morning
Then I'll make you a warm cup of tea
Just keep staying by my side
Promise me
So, I think when the first snow fell in SK Jungkook was reminiscing about his time with Jimin in Sapporo. And also about Bam. His cute family of 3.
According to SK tradition, if you experience the first snow with the person you like, it will lead to a long lasting true love between the two. Because of this many couples promise to meet each other at a certain place to enjoy the first snow and hope for their love to be eternal.
BTS did this interview on Dec 2017. Here, Jimin said that his wish was to see the first snow every year.
And he did. He did it with Jungkook on Jan 8 2018. Their first snow together as a couple (that we know of). Maybe they had watched it before too but this was the only one they shared with us till now. They let us in on their cute, romantic moment
When asked about their favorite weather:
On Nov 25 2018 Jikook went on their ice skating date right after they landed in SK after their Japan Concert
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This sweet, romantic moment where Jungkook wakes up, climbs the mountain, brings snow with him and gifts it to Jimin cause he knows Jimin loves snow. And we see Jimin being worried about Jungkook feeling cold. Both of them always thinking about the other
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Jikook playing with the snow filters designed by Jimin (Oct 10 2016)
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On Nov 25 2023 Jikook flew to Sapporo. Sapporo is also a wonderful winter honeymoon destination for couples.
Jungkook enjoying his trip to Sapporo with Jimin and expressing it
Also, do you notice the watch Jimin is wearing?
He's wearing the same watch he wore during his Sept 1 2023 live. The 1997 model watch, which was set to Jungkook's birth time when he started the live (I love that moment so much. Its so romantic and loud. There's no other explanation to why he did that other than the most obvious one which is proudly showing his love for Jungkook).
Jikook had so much fun in Sapporo, enjoying each other's company, creating memories to take back home with them
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I don't know if Jungkook posted those 2 pics intentionally on the same day when the first snow fell in SK. But when we (jkks) saw those 2 pics our mind immediately went to Jikook, right? Because in the first pic of Jungkook with Bam, Jungkook's jacket is the same as the one Jimin was also seen wearing (including the black beanie). The second pic is the one where Bam's wearing a green and grey jacket. Again, Jikook were seen twinning in green and grey jackets on Valentine's Day.
So, is it all a coincidence?
In my opinion Jikook and the word coincidence don't go hand in hand. Cause once, twice or even thrice can be considered a coincidence. But when it comes to Jimin and Jungkook its not a coincidence but a consistent pattern of their choices.
We have seen the whole Jikook sharing/ matching clothes, accessories saga, right? They even did it during their Solo Era. So, I'm not gonna share all that here since most of you would have already seen it. But I'll share some which looks really interesting:
1) Jimin wearing Jungkook's old T-shirt in Hoseok's bday live
2) After Jungkook uploaded GCF Tokyo an Army commented under the official BH tweet asking Jimin if he's dating Jungkook and if he is then to post a selca with glasses. After 3 days Jimin uploads a video where he is seen wearing the same green hoodie which Jungkook wore during their Tokyo trip, with a glasses filter on. He captions it "glasses"
3) Jikook in denim shirts. They looked and acted so couple coded here that Namjoon asked them if they were dating to which neither of them responds nor denies it
4) BTS pic with TXT where Jikook are wearing matching black outfits along with the hats
5) Jikook in couple pajamas for LGO MV. Jungkook wanted it to be as realistic as possible. And thats why there were seen sharing a room together cause thats what they have been doing in real life. Sharing a room, a home and being a couple
6) Jikook's color coordinated outfits for AYS Sapporo (Black & beige and Grey)
7) The staff had already prepared pajama sets for them, which can be seen on the bed but they chose to wear the couple pajama sets they brought with them
8) Jimin wearing Jungkook's sweater to bed in Winter Package
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Jikook knows very well that we catch on to the hints and clues they keep dropping here and there.
So, I don't think we are delusional if we connected the pics Jungkook uploaded today to Jikook. And Jungkook himself said that when its gonna snow during their ms he would recall the moment he shared with Jimin during their Sapporo trip.
But add to it Bam too cause he's also a part of their family. So, when it snowed today in SK Jungkook's thoughts were filled with Jimin and Bam. His small, precious family.
Have a nice day, Anon đđ»
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The old bird didn't comment on the caretaker, but the fact certain parties in Sol had never made a move on the clock. Was probably a good indication that he was correct. Eternity was no ones fool, and had existed since before time began and started the great wheel of time. Morpheus was not convinced the old primal had died, but rather was waiting for something or perhaps trapped somehow? Thoughts that he'd have t dwell on later. For now he focused on his sister and this stranger from another world.
" Greetings Sister, i do apologize for the sudden visit... though, we have Vistors who wished to speak with you. "
Sol gave her brother a courteous nod as she turned her eyes to Blitz, her tail swishing from side to side. She seemed quite comfortable in her guise, and could only smile at the stranger, a kindness flowing from her like a river. Though a smile could mean many things, she gave the impression of a wise woman on a mountain rather then some all powerful goddess.
" Oh, pish posh! walking as a great flame as true as it might be. Isn't the best way to greet someone. It can be rather uninviting... and i will have no one say i am not a gracious host... "
She placed her hands behind her and gave the other deity a moment to speak his mind. She seemed to never stop smiling but perhaps that was the unsettling part. Despite what was asked she didn't seem to betray her emotions, and kept herself quite calm. Morpheus could never quite tell what his sister was thinking and knew should she be upset you'd never know unless she decided to punish you.
" AH, i see... i did tell my daughter there would be consequences to her decision... and then she went and brought dear poppys whole family as well. While i have no issue with this act, i imagine its quite a disruption for your world... "
She made a motion with her hand as the realm around them shifted and churrned until they stood within a little cottage deeper within the island. A simple little home with a little fireplace, a stove, and many herbs dangling around the rather primitive cottage. The goddess motioned to a small table where Tea waited for them, the perks of a dreamscape--- it was what she wished it to be.
" Let us have tea, and we can discuss what it is you wish to change. Though i admit i do not have power over fate here... that would be the timekeeper... Eternities realm. Though they has been missing for many generations now. His caretaker Archimedes is the one to speak to on the matter. But before i allow this i would like to know details... it is my daughters fate after all and she's important to me..."
As the conversation turned to herself she seemed to smile warmly at the offer. Though there was something about the smile that was both sad, and warm at the same time. She found a seat at the table and picked her own Tea up and stared at it. She was silent for a long moment as if searching for the right words to speak.
" ... the Spark of Life, it's a peculiar thing don't you think? Have you ever stopped and watched a mortals life, just watched them born, live, struggle, love, and be loved... and die? I'm connected to all life by proxy all mortals on soul are part of me. Like them i am part of a great cycle... "
She paused taking a sip of the tea and gazing at blitz with that same smile though she did look quite tired.
" That Cycle is coming to a close, to rekindle my flame now... i'd be defying my own cycle... it would be unnatural, and go against my very ideals. My time is coming to a close... soon my daughter will be fully prepared... She believes she is kindling, to be consumed by me in order to fuel my pyre and reignite the spark of life. That she will end her own existence for me... "
Sol smiled again though was more genuine and proud, as if she was very proud of her daughter. She couldn't think of a better reward for her, a better way to say she loved her. A better way to give herself to this world she loved so much!
" That kind of loving selfless sacrifice is what this world needs... But, you see it will not be her that is consumed. But rather my essence shall enter her... i shall cease to be as a new Goddess of life is born, and she shall be my living legacy... so you see, i can't accept your offer. As generous as it is... my time comes to a close... and i am content with that... But i appreciate your concern, and am flattered by your kindness...but i must also ask that this never be spoken to my daughter--- she must never know least she may not be willing to go through with it..."
"Nothing to gain in all honesty, expect maybe for the fact if a certain specter attempts to weasel their way in this universe, she can incinerate whoever they try to send here in an instant. Other than that, it just comes down to the fact that I could possibly help so I figured I should offer it." Blitz only needed permission to slightly alter Blaze's timeline so anything else was simply him wanting to try and help.
"Well, I certainly hope he made this caretaker powerful as well. It wouldn't be very wise to leave something that can control all of time without someone strong enough to crush anyone trying to control it." If the time God of here was as smart as Morpheus made him seem then wouldn't be surprised if the caretaker was packing some serious fighting power.
"It's not that I don't have a need for it, I'm just storing up energy. Even as we speak it's building up, higher and higher. It's not something most look out for, though if you look closely enough, you'll see me slowly soaking up cosmic energy. If things go well, I'll have a rather powerful ace up my sleeve for when things get real crazy in the universe that I'm from." Seemed he was gearing up for something big.
Blitz didn't seem phased by the voice as he looked up at Sol, and then having to look down a bit, though still up. "I was expecting something intense. I don't mind if you chill in your true form. I'd do the same thing if I had a crazy cosmic form, though this is the only one I've ever had since I'm not your typical primordial. If I don't end up kicking the bucket down the line, I'll tell you about it." Blitz better move on to business.
"Only name I got is Blitz, mainly because I can't remember my own. As for why I'm here, the God of Time from my universe needs to make a small adjustment to Blaze's timeline, only because it sorta crosses with Poppy's now. Nothing crazy, just the time Poppy ended up here which would add more detail to what life was like in Flora. Also, if you can make it so she does remember the unaltered timeline that'd be cool. I'd rather her not we did that."
"That's about the only thing I really need your help on. Other than that, if you'd like I can help restore your flame back to its prime. I also know a guy who can hopefully make you a physical body to connect to so you can freely and safely check on things easily. Oh, and if you want, I can throw a few tests at Blaze to improve her skills. Nothing crazy or dangerous, though it'll push her. She could also land the Forger making her a divine weapon."
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y'all the Superman fixation is so bad right now that when that one Coldplay song that goes "Superman unrolls his suit before he lifts" came on at work my brain lit up like a beacon and went SUPERMAN!! :D!! I KNOW THAT GUY !!!
#i wish i was home right now#i want to watch superman media so bad#superman#maws#my adventures with superman#clark kent#dc#dcu
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#theres nothing quite like your mother saying Well maybe you shouldve been more careful because now your boss might think youve been flirting#with this male coworker (whom i like splendidly as a friend) and now maybe she thinks youre not trustworthy#and maybe she regrets hiring you because you said you feel like youre making a lot of mistakes this week and she might assume thats because#your head is filled with this boy.#so dont make her regret hiring you.#MA'AM I TOLD YOU I WAS ALREADY ANXIOUS BECAUSE I MADE SO MANY MISTAKES TODAY WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME ASHAMED#OF SOMETHING THAT I HONESTLY HAD NO CLUE I OUGHT TO BE ANXIOUS ABOUT AT MY FIRST NEW JOB AFTER IVE GRADUATED????#anyway going to bed i cant take this anymore LOL she said it so lightly and im like. well i never even considered#being afraid of making my boss regret hiring me somehow because of some kind of behaviour that i had no idea was sending some kind of signal#anywaysssss đđđđđđđ#and then she was like why are you crying?? đđđđđđđđ#not to be like this is partly why i didnt want to move home but confound it all why are things like this#can i not simply confide in my mother my anxieties and worriws#worries#and not also have to worry about her potentially being like Well have you considered you ARE right and it IS your fault?#idk man something something firstborn child eldest daughter can i have some room to breathe. please#also not to whine but Not my father walking in on me eating dinner at 10pm because i was holed up#in my room in a semi depressive state after so many gong shows in a work day and straight up having no appetite#but deciding my body needs the food anyway its better late than never.....walking in and then saying#you know if you eat this late you'll gain weight. SIR??????????????????#sorry to complain and rant again i simply cannot in this house and whats more am doing my best to honour my parents#but why is it so hard out here and how can they say stuff like that with a smile!!!!!!!#also i DO have an inner critic who is always like Its your fault you are the worst you should be ashamed always........why do my parents#not understand after knowing me for so long and watching me grow up#that i can make myself so ashamed of the smallest thing so easily and that what they say drives me to shame almost as easily?#ANYWAY LOL WHAT A DAY#you guys!!! i am working so hard i promise i PROMISE I am!!! it is my first full time job ever and i am working so so hard#i am doing my absolute best and no one sees it and that is FINE i just wish my parents would see that i AM trying!!#i come back home so dead every single day because i put in 120%! this is literally my first job after graduation#and my parents KNOW this has been the most exhausting taxing and soul crushing year ive had in my very short life so far
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