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feuqueerfire · 2 years ago

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Happiness Live Blogging

After the bland Island, I hope I love it

I’m not super into zombies but from what I’ve heard about it (marriage of convenience and interesting human relationships), it feels like something I’d like

Ep 1 (Mar 18)

lovely beginning hehe

Sae Bom’s mannerisms remind me of Im Jugyeong from True Beauty

she seems capable in multiple ways just from the first half of the episode, I desperately need that after Island’s Miho

oh she got bit

they’ve been really good friends for 12 years then if he’s calling her mom

oh wtf she’s in an apartment filled with people zombies in isolation that’s scary

interestingly she’s not infected despite the bite

so they feel thirsty before becoming zombies

it’s interesting and scarier that it’s not like the people become zombies and are like The Undead but these people can talk normally and be rational but then become irrationally bloodthirsty

every show has redevelopment strangers from hell beyond evil and now this

heheh the “Do you wanna date me?” “Should we get married?” coming around 12 years later at the beginning and end of this ep

This first ep was better than entirely of Island lol I liked the setup and friendship of Sae Bom and Yi Hyun, I wouldn’t be surprised if the guy has liked her for these past decade; she’s “his saviour” and the way he looked when she asked him whether they should get married. I also like the characters so far: Sae Bom is very non-chalant and Yi Hyun seems capable as well. also, they’ve mentioned her being in the hospital for two years and being behind too much to not have that be the the reason she is immune. I’m liking the setup of the zombies too.

Ep 2 (Mar 18/19)

oh homeless man was given pneumonia medicine and became a zombie - Next is used for that

why does that man keep touching his neck?

i love how she’s convincing him to get married like yep i totally mean it

oh Seung Hyun gonna spill and he has a gash

ah he’s literally hanging up a photo from that first day, he must be so in love fr like i’d be surprised if he hasn’t been pining

cute kid who is so observant and is in awe of Seo Bam kicking open the door

lol the attorney with his suit jacket and pajama pants

naurrrr the red top lady skincare woman is taking medicine Next ma’am you’re gonna be a zombie soon

lmfao i was like hm he is in his underwear and is probably hiding something but i was somehow expecting porn or smth not him cheating and hiding a woman under his bed but that makes sense

ah be diligently organized the rooms including the twin beds beside each other

aw her wanting her own place so bad because her family had to move into smaller and smaller places as a child

ah unlikely partners Yi Hyun and Tae Seok

i can’t tell if Tae Seok will end up being kinda evil or not like he worked at some pharmaceutical thing, does he have connections to Next?

I have returned home, so this is my third attempt at finishing this episode cuz i watched a bit last night and this morning at someone else’s house

hehe i like Sae Bom and the tiny sick girl hanging out together

damn, the guy who got scratched has 21 missed calls from his wife and also slit his wrist

damn, he slashed his wrist and is getting that checked out instead of the scratch at his collarbone hm

we could’ve had some lesbian enemies to lovers with Sae Bom and the short haired officer medic at the hospital prison place

oh his name is Lee Seung Hyun

refrigerator truck omg

bruh soooooo many ppl zombies in that truck and it’s just one of multiple

damn they got a zombie in the truck and Tae Seok shot him to death

Tae Seok also casually water boarding the guy

damn Seung Hyun still managing to talk in the truck they haven’t eaten him yet

lol why is it so quiet in the truck

oof, so those zombies didn’t eat him cuz Seung Hyun also a zombie

Ep 3 (Mar 19)

O.O my god when Sae Bom went in I was like D: but at least she's immune or something but then Yi Hyun going in?!

ah, we get to speak to Seung Hyun again, rip him being like "they were all crazy... will I become like that again?"

hm I think it's annoying when characters want other people to put their lives in danger to save a person the MC cares about - so I kinda get where Sae Bom's coming from that they should've tried to get Seung Hyun out but he was also a beginning-stage zombie and is on his way to becoming like those full on zombies and other people also got scratched/bit to stop his dumbassery so like - consequences of his own action

so yknow that woman that we briefly saw in Tae Seok's memory his wife/sister or anything? Did Yi Hyun's comment about family sting?

okay but the man with the mask who glares at people without masks is relatable though? why are you not wearing masks in elevators and why would you take off your mask to speak, that makes no sense

lmfao all these neighbours in the elevator together is giving me slight Strangers From Hell vibes. the cannibalistic desires will be unintentional later on whereas in SFH were very intentional lol

kljsadf Yi Hyun is so in love with her fr like he must be right? tbh he's better at hiding it than other main male leads because he doesn't do the longing stare as much but his actions... ah

pls Sae Bom's Yi Hyun's mom talking to them excitedly but Sae Bom and Yi Hyun being awkward lol

I like the girl from 401

Even the "noise from upstairs" reminds me of Strangers From Hell

why is she just going to check on the zombie woman without any backup or anything T.T like she doesn't have any weapons, it's not like at the police station or university facility where there were so many trained people

is that man giving incorrect address? 102 101 instead of 601?

this old lady having to live with her old husband whose first words to her are "why aren't you feeding me?!" and her useless son who says she doesn't have nunchi while doing a vlog around the house while she's just trying to tell them about the zombie woman from 601 is gonna be my breaking point fr

okay idk why him being so into her secretly is making me feel completely insane like at 39:28 when he looks away fast when she almost catches him watchiner her?! meltdown okay I don't think that's actually what happened, he looked in same direction as her but i'd paused too early cuz i died

i think it's funny when like every man in a drama is the Worst except our main male lead. Min ji's husband? a cheater and perhaps an abuser. the old lady's husband? deserves death for how he treats her. Seung Hyun? not the worst but greedy and reckless nonetheless. I don't trust the man who's the attorney in like 602 or smth and also Tae Seok is suspicious

damn Tae Seok wife still alive but is sleeping in 3C like all the other late stage zombies

oof yaeh mans sold it at Le Ciel - which is the gym where the people who bought their apartments (not leasers) took

oof so the apartment is gonna be quarantined. everybody trapped

alksdf them hugging

pls the arrested man running away while they're hugging

I don't really get the quarantine/trapped thing tbh like okay we're trying to trap the zombie people but it's like the middle of a day, possibly a weekday, aren't many of the people going to be at work or just outside?

Ep 4 (Mar 20)

damn so the woman that the dude was cheating with is also suspicious

no but i seriously love the way he says "Sae Bom-ah... I have to catch the man though..." but doesn't push her away or anything it's so cute idkidkidkkk

anyway, this man Yi Hyun's partner rice cake guy is fr gonna be trapped in this apartment too lol

poor dear little girl crying T.T and hiding it T.T

oof this awkward apartment meeting pls

Ahn Guk Jin/Andrew - is he gonna be just another regular guy and they're making Yi Hyun kinda suspect him to throw us off?

pls Sae Bom and Yi Hyun are lowkey cops who use their powers

Sae Bom's mother warned her against becoming like her and saying to be happy hm

okay hm so Tae Seok apparently assaulted the Chairman and so was let go of or smth but he and Chairman are clearly speaking and Chairman had recommended Tae Seok to some high position, so was the assault fake? he seems sick but not from the assault? and Tae Seok's saying the chairman released Next to the public

oh i see lmfao chairman is sick from Next, infected Tae Seok's wife by drinking her blood/biting her, now he released it into the wild because that means the cure would be found faster. He wasn't assaulted, he just went out of the limelight because he's such a zombie and they're just letting him eat people lmfao

the other buildings in the complex fucking them over, so Sae Beom using the gun to scare them and Mr rice cake guy tell Seo Yoon to not learn from it but her being delighted at how cool Sae Bom is

I can't remember who the people they showed in the montage buying Next at the gym were but was the business woman lady one of them? she's taking medicine but i can't see which

bro these last 6 mins? so who was the person infected? that was hunting down the people in the garage? i don't know who was got by them either. and Andrew just watching people being chased ah scary and the old lady was scratched as expected and Seo Yoon texting her mom oof

Sae Bom is very brash and impulsive and bold, I hope something bad happens due to it because it's a very big character flaw that needs to have consequences.

Ep 5 (Mar 20)

so we're gonna not have any follow up for who Sae Bom heard at the end of last ep?

ah the wifi and phone and TV all gone is actually fucked

these residents who aren't believing them that there was a real zombie and keep trying to open the door are actually killing me so bad

alkdsjf wtf not the mistress of the dermatology mans tryna play footsie with the attorney? i didn't like the attorney but is he also a cheater?

oof, true the zombies will become humans again

so the dealers are also all becoming zombies oof

lol the woman defending her older brother after hating on him this whole time is so funny and real

fuckkk the creep dermatologist possible murderer is offering 300k won (~300CAD) to someone who will figure out what's going on outside so of course the 2 cleaners and their Andrew are volunteering fuck this

oh the bastard's name is Oh Joo Hyung

scratch, bite, NEXT

ah the cleaner getting blood all over his gloved hands cuz there's blood on the door handle oh fuck also does touching the blood like that also infect your or anything? the short-haired woman didn't say so but yknow

oh damn the building representative and the gym suspect are siblings - that's his secret

Hyun going fucking whack on Joo Hyung is so satisfying, I actually need that man brutally murdered by the end for sure. like is the building representative the most irritating person? do i wanna slap that old man's neck who treats his wife like trash and has one braincell? yeah but Joo Hyung needs to die ripped apart piece by piece

no but acc I wish they came up with a way to give the people food and stuff even if it's like drop some food from an airplane or smth

Tae Seok had an emotional attachment to his wife and so wants this to end and there to be a cure but he's so good at being detached and not do the emotional-driven brash things Sae Bom or Yi Hyun do. He's such an interesting character with his ability to remain cold and put many above others (well it'd be diff if his wife was on the line I think) and how to navigate this situation in regards to what info to give to those officials about the antibody and how to instill fear and complicity in the protestors

Ep 6 (Mar 20/21)

ah 6 months ago. Tae Seok's wife speaking about the baby

oh yeah I forgot until now that Tae Seok at first was like 'hm medicine/pills? I don't think so' at Yi Hyun when he knew about Next the whole time

lol I also jumped a bit when he had the fast reaction when she startled Tae Seok

ooh what is Joo Hyung's mistress girly looking for? she's bypassing the money

please it's killing me so bad that Joo Hyung is pelting the gym guy (representative's dongsang) with balls and Yi Hyun is just watching

omg wtf gym mans really was infected, I really was also hoping that he wasn't infected and really didn't know lol rip but he was looking for those meds in the garage back then oof

oh gym mans name is Kim Seung Bom

lmfao them being like who’s gonna be the good cop bad cop and both wanting to the bad cop like you guys already areee bro

bruv not the attorney inviting joo hyung’s mistress and her hugging him and then his wife smelling her on his jacket a bit before getting distracted

joo hyung rlly got his hands on the Next polls in Seung Bom’s car agh

oof the building rep wants seung bom gone goddamn are they not siblings?

Andre didn’t vote i don’t think?

pls not the building rep being like i’m glad we don’t have to throw him out :>

miss girl attorney’s wife made the wrong choice marrying him rip

omg so the 1501 hazmat suit guy could become a zombie and he invited Sae Bom into his house bruhhh

the annoying blogger mans is so horrible

not the siblings fighting and leaving seung bom by themselves and also the brother is such a pos

bro so many things going on. letting zombies into the building bc of vlogger’s phone and writer girl watching her brother get bit and dragged away by one and seung bom boutta transform and sae bom is in 1501 hazmat’s house and he might also transform

why is 1501 being so crypticccc

Ep 7 (Mar 21)

ah fuck this creep mans almost getting Seo Yoon but she's a little smarticle, much more so than the dumbass adults

no novel writer pleaseeee don't fall for gym mans like be serious you saw your brother get bitten by a zombie why tf would you listen to this man begging rn and you didn't see him finish driving everything ah fuck

and when she goes to run away she goes to the parking lot?!?!

not Tae Seok coming in to kill the gym zombie

I know the novel lady is in shock after seeing her brother + seeing that guy get shot but one less person would've died if you hadn't given him the fucking handcuff keys so I'm too annoyed for sympathy right now

damn, does the priest's cross actually work?

I slightly got spoiled that Andrew isn't a good guy, I do wonder what he's hiding under the mask

I guess Seo Yoon reminds Tae Seok of his own possible child

I don't fully get why Tae Seok wants Seo Yoon to come outside now when previously he didn't?

Why is Joo Hyung so fucking happy I need him to die so bad at this city lockdown and martial law

I don't get why they don't want to tell people about Next now like it could make people sure to not take it, right?

damn bruv Tae Seok really wants to let a zombie bite Sae Bom to see if she can avoid turning after that

oh they cut out the gym zombie's brain - needed for antibody probably

the shot of Yi Hyun running down the stairs from outside of the building is so fun

so is the blood Sae Bom's? The zombie mans? Sae Bom did say Tae Seok didn't kill the guy, though he shot him. So did he bite Sae Bom? If not, wouldn't she have taken the blood test regardless in order to find a cure?

what exactly does the mistress woman want with the attorney

motherfucker Joo Hyung is putting Next is the water? he's gonna fucking try to get mistress to drink that water? his plan to kill her?

so is the mistress really actually wanting help to escape Joo Hyung and his murderous intent?

damn novel writer's brother is actually like? an upstanding person even after turning? like he's a zombie who left and has been staying out of the apartment building

ah fuck electricity off

oh yeah how will building representative and her husband use jeong gook and his power via gun due to his devotion to the priest

did joo hyung open the fucking door for novel writer's brother even though he didn't even want it?

tae seok is interesting - he wants to develop an antibody using Sae Bom but doesn't want higher-ups to get wind of it

Ep 8 (Mar 22)

ah she's hiding her infected brother in the abandoned 1102 apartment?

so did Joo Hyung mans do anything other than give the food? ah tried to convince him to come inside

Sae Bom is really brash with her actions since the beginning but it's been interesting to see how Yi Hyun is also getting slightly more brash or rude each episode

lmfao ya Yi Hyun, getting married was surely the right decision

calling it D-Day when it's supposed to be the last day of quarantine is ah

omg not the doctor guy giving everybody drinks? must be him and there must be Next in it

lmfao and he even got the building rep to lie that its hers

did joo hyung really think it'd be lifted td n he cud escape n avoid them

i get why the son is selfish enough to not want to stay in the same house as his mother when she could become a zombie again anytime but he really raided their food storage lmfao

so some ppl know sae bom was bitten

i wanna trust Andrew n will be sad if he's evil

lmfao Joo Hyung drank it but threw it all up but what's gonna happen to Yi Hyun? Sae Bom could be immune

okayyyyy I'm glad that the gym trainer telling Yi Hyun he's got Next in his car than Joo Hyung was asking about and Yi Hyun saying he'll "take care of it" has come around lol

so Yi Hyun had switched the pulls multiple episodes ago. Hope those Next pills are somewhere safe though

ah the jeong gook hyung this turning against Sae Bom and Yi Hyun with the guidance of religion isn't surprising at all

Tae Seok using these old rich men to "gather data" oof good, they literally injected themselves with a potential cure by sneaking it out but didn't know that the cure failed in the second trails dumbasses

oof Tae Seok's wife Young In is awake and speaking now

Ep 9 (Mar 22/23)

they're really quarantining them to the apartment so that they can't meddle oof

lol Yi Hyun being like it's okay Seo Yoon, they're not all mean just mostly scared EXCEPT Joo Hyung or whatever, he's the devil

ah they're so dramatic, making their hands bleed

Joo Hyung dropped his knife

but I wish Yi Hyun dropped his knife

oof rip grocery girl

oh yeah we're still looking for a bloodied towel, I thought it would've been the novel writer and her brother but maybe it's the old woman who knows or somebody else infected

bro wtf why was the priest boutta lick the blood off the floor? is he just fucked in the head or is he also a zombie to be and that's why those other zombies didn't wanna eat him? <- maybe Andrew is that way too

please I'm actually dying at how cutely Yi Hyun's trying to defend himself and his decisions and saying he's fine despite the cut and Sae Bom's so mad that he did that

oh I see so there's a mutation where they only show their zombie-self when they timely want to + Tae Seok thinks it's probably occurred in Seyand Forest already (it happens when a lot of the zombies are at one place?), so I'd guess the priest is that way + maybe grandma old lady? idk

I have 15 mins before class so I was like Ill watch some before then but I watched 3 ads, moved to 35 mins, watched 3 ads, watched 15 secs, watched 3 ads like vikiiii brooooo

is the pastor not being attacked because he’s devout and spiritual or because he’s also a zombie oh jeong gook my guy

is the pastor gonna lick the blood on the wall do it do it do it

oh he’s drinking so much water

lmfao his smiley blood mouth

so the pastor was the one who had the bloody towel thrown away

oh this lady loves the possibility of being the resident representative so much. wouldn’t even let her husband go to the gym to isolate, she wants him in their room

lmfao this priest literally ran outside and is wreaking havoc on residents so funny i want him to kill joo hyung so bad

plsssss not joo hyung listening to attorney and his mistress having sex and them putting their clothes on with excuses while mans locks himself in a room so funny

yi hyun making his hand bleed again so funny

can jeong gook come with his fucking gun hes so useless fr

lmfaooo jeong gook managed to get priest to throw himself off the balcony

of course she’s gonna say sae bom and yi hyun killed him

mistress is looking for Oh Joo Hyung’s bitcoin account password - is that tattoo on his arm his password lol that’d be funny

Yi Hyun has a lot of insight on the fear of somebody infected not wanting to tell, i guess it’ll come in handy later when he also probably gets infected

i should be more annoyed at Yi Hyun being jealous over Sae Bom and 1501 but i’m just like hehe cute

Han Tae Seok crying at his wife’s bedside

save the mother obviously if it’s baby vs mother

oh the hand washing in the sink water is

oh lmfao the words of wisdom came from Yi Hyun already being scratched the day before, not for future

Ep 10 (Mar 23)

bro so many things: 1501’s penthouse seems suspicious and ominous, Yi Hyun scratched, Tae Seok lying by saying Sae Bom doesn’t have antibodies and keeps wanting Seo Yoon out for some reason (is he gonna fucking experiment on her or something)

oh 1501 captured? or did he leave? was forced to leave? i wish they’d also check the roof maybe

oh is the door beside their building open so that zombies can leave? is that was Tae Seok was talking about last ep? or two eps ago

okay it is very possible Andrew saw him leave because Andrew watched everything from balconies and roofs (also is he infected too? since the zombies had walked through a door bc he said so?) but that one reddit comment had made it seem like he’s up to no good later on in the show so did he capture 1501

Joo Hyung still wears his wedding band also did he really not see attorney and mistress together or he’s just pretending? i’d guess the latter. also he surely wants from her and she’s also wanting his bitcoin password

Yi Hyun and his water ah also people have all been noticing his weirdness like Tae Seok in the walkie talkie and Joo Hyung in 1501 apartment

ah Yi Hyun sitting and thinking about moments with Sae Bom

noona ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

pls literally alskdja attorney and mistress having sex in 1102 for a sec i was like ?!1501 with zombie man??? D:

is 1501 dead or smth why are there flies

oh my fucking god somebody bit and killed the old cleaning lady and covered her with the lime powder in 1501 house

asking oh joo hyung for help is so

lmfao pls they even went to the dead body room but left cuz it smelled

where did i previously see the guy go plays novel writer’s brother. true beauty? no… but he’s familiar somehow

lol was Andrew gonna actually run away with the food or what

also what happened to like vlogger and his parents

oh his wife Young In.

i wish they’d just somehow tell Sae Bom to come in and give blood like she would do it for sure

damn vlogger finally has enough of a heart to give his parents food. though i wish he’d tell sae bom and yi hyun to give his parents two head counts of food instead lol

are we gonna finally find out if andrew is good or not like i’ve had sort of confirmation that there’s something off about him since like ep 4 on-air thread or smth so pls

well no proper confirmation but ominous music while Andrew sits on 1501’s throne so

oh yi hyun can control his turning this like the mutated zombies

did oh joo hyung know about the generator electricity from 1501?

the cleaning husband is so annoying

goddamn yi hyun healing too fast so cutting his palm

i thought Tae Seok told there to be a way for zombies to leave will we ever come back to that? i thought maybe 1501 left that way but seems not

more Andrew lore nowwww pls

not the flu in EPS door

oh Ahn Guk Jin/Andrew is not who he says he is

oh fuck 1501 dead and stored in EPS by Andrew. he killed cleaning lady too and he killed another man whose identity he presumed

oh fuck poor Seo Yoon

oh the way all the neighbours are standing in front of the door with their bags is so Strangers From Hell

are we supposed to know him when he takes off his madb? Andrew?

a serial killer, wasn’t expecting that but interesting. so he’s been just going around slashing people in the middle of this zombie apocalypse.

Ep 11 (Mar 23)

some of these fuckers knew Andrew was threatening people or killing them broooo death fr

fucker is taking Seo Yoon?

is Yi Hyun gonna be able to be able control himself around all this Jeong Gook blood

these people are so fucked in the head like i get survival mode maybe but Joo Hyung and Building Rep rlly planned on how Andrew will kill sae bom and yi hyun

oh Andrew with the hammer and bloody hand on his conquered throne

Yi hyun realizing that he too is probably gonna turn out the same way as the zombies

why have we not had a single satisfying kill yet like the vlogger had stopped being a pos a while ago so them surrounding his unstarting car was just horrifying

the cleaner husband genuinely has rocks for brains like everybody dumb for working with Andrew but he’s yelling that “Andrew is a nobody” 2 metres away from him like be fr

she knows about his zombienes now

ooh she confessed

joo hyung tryna fucking kill jeong gook with a pillow

lmfao pls the blockchain stuff attorney keeps spouting

yeeee attorney wife !!

but also i’m nervous that andrew can see the elevator going up and down

bro jeong gook is bleeding don’t let bo ram grocery girl close to him

not this old video confession to sae bom

Ep 12 (Mar 23)

final ep ah

oh Seo Yoon getting to see her mom after so long

i kinda get it, kinda don't like they're using up the antibodies on the wife and Seo Yoon's mom

okay she's saying there'll be other people with the antibodies but ??? man idgi how will you find these people and when?

why did they change clothes

"I always knew we had a connection" wow lesbianism

please this beating up funny lass

I don't get it like okay I get being emotional over your beloveds but you kinda do need to see people as numbers when it's come to this like how to get the least people killed even if it means killing a few people to make sure more people don't die like idkkkk with the cure being used, more people are obviously gonna die and stuff right? am i wrong? is the cure like non-reproducible unless it comes directly from Sae Bom's body and she has no more left? but shouldn't they try?

oh please please I hope they all tear each other apart and rip each other limb by limb

lmfaooooo please Joo Hyung doing all this when he's not even a zombie yet, just sane and munching on people so funny

please why is this episode randomly so funny like the brother-sister author zombie argument about blood-drinking

everybody taking pulls, like the cleaning wife feeding it to his husband

oh she really beat Andrew dead with a bat that's pretty fun she's so fucked in the head

oh she didn't succeed in beating him dead

pls Joo Hyung clutching the notebook like a child

there's only 30 mins left, what's gonna happen?

lol the building representative laughing is pretty fun

why is Joo Hyung so funny, him wanting to be but unable to become a zombie is so funny

kiss tiny peck

pls not the attorney calling Soo Yoon after treating her like trash and cheating on her and everything

lol the loss in bitcoin is expected

lmfao that's really funny the old couple and vlogger family being like wow they could knock on our door right now and the soldiers really do lol

pls the way they're taking away the novelist's brother is pretty funny

the way the cleaners are literally so fucked in the head with greed and stuff

all of them really are like the fucking building representative wanna lady is really wild her mental breakdown has been pretty fun

lol ofc Andrew in 1501. yknow he doesn't have any actual reasoning like why does he wanna kill these 2 501 folks so badly compared to the other people in the apartment?

6 minutes left they're not gonna kill off Hyun right now right like they won't right? that makes no sense right? no they wouldn't right? the soldiers are in the building and they're taking novelist brother antibody carrier so he can't actually die right? I feel like it would've ben more dramatic if so

bruh Building Rep Wannabe and Joo Hyung on trial ah

oh it's been a year

bro what I feel like there's some scenes missing hmmm I should go see what scene tVN has that's not in Viki <- couldn't find anything

Overall:

Good but not great. I liked the first quarter and last quarter most because there was more action and things happening, whereas the middle half was slower, had less action, and was more people-based. There were different characters and they had distinct personalities and circumstances and I like the fucked-in-the-head neighbours trope but most of the side characters were pretty one-dimensional. I also wish we got to see some actual proper satisfying murder.

The romance was barely there but it was still cute. I liked how comfortable they were with each other and I liked the platonic/non-romantic moments as well. Usually, I don't like it when the male lead forcefully moves around or orders the female lead but it's not too bad this time because I think 1) they're friends and it kinda makes sense if friends are so aggressive and 2) she kinda does the same to him, though more with words and less manhandling.

Rating: 7/10

#ep by ep commentary #happiness

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darkstar225 · 2 years ago

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Twice’s 10th member is sick

She could feel it in her bones, the hardships of the practice from the day before. Y/N opened her eyes and noticed right away that she had a headache. As she got up she avoided feeling the pain by doing everything extremely slowly.

Y/N - Ugh, I feel like I'm dying...

When she opened the door from her room with SMC she was immediately greeted by the smell of breakfast, something that would normally have her sprinting to the kitchen so she'd eat it right away, however, today she felt sick and run into the opposite direction. Just as she got to the bathroom she bumped into Dahyun.

Y/N - I'm so sorry unnie!

Dahyun - It's fine, are you okay baby?

As the maknae Y/N is used to being babied and being called such nicknames, but sometimes she feels like she's burdening them so she avoids making them worry, just like today...

Y/N - Yeah! I just wanted to be the first one to get to the bathroom so I can take a nice warm bath.

Dahyun - Are you sur-

And just like that Y/N entered the bathroom and run away from any other questions that could make her spill the truth.

Y/N - Bro, maybe a bath will really help me, I actually didn't lie lol hope it makes my body hurt less.

Just as she got comfy in the tub and groaned because of the relief the water gave someone knocked on the door.

Sana - Y/N may I enter to wash my face?

Y/N - Hmmm, unnie just a sec

Sana - Why? Are you taking showering? You know it's nothing I haven't seen hahaahhaah

Y/N - UNNIE WTH? NOOO, that's not it.

While Y/N talked she exited the tub and got some panda PJs that she could wear to stay in the house till they had to go to the company. She opened the door and Sana engulfed her in a really tight hug (sanake style). The issue began when Sana noticed that Y/N was sweating even though she had just gotten out of the bath.

Sana - You're sweating honey

Y/N - Well unnie, you're the one who hugged me!

Sana - No, you're hot and sweaty. That's not like you, especially 'cause you like taking fast lukewarm baths. Do you have a fever?

Y/N - Obviously not unnie, why do you think that?

Just when Y/N got distracted, Sana put her hand on her forehead and felt how warm she was.

Sana - You do have a fever, why didn't you tell us, sweetie?

Y/N - I didn't want to be a burden...

Sana - You'll never be a burden to us, we love you okay?

Y/N - Ok...

Sana - JIHYOOO

And like that, everyone that was in the kitchen together with Jihyo run to the bathroom to know what was going on.

Twice except Sana and Y/N - WHAT HAPPENED? IS EVERYTHING OKAY? WHO DIED?

Sana - Guys, calm down...

Jihyo - Calm down? You just screamed like someone was dying and-

Sana - Ok, ok. It's my fault but what I wanted to say is: our kid is sick!!!!

3mix approaches Y/N and starts hovering over Y/N

Nayeon - What are you feeling sunshine?

Jeongyeon - Do you need anything angel?

Jihyo just comes and brings Y/N closer to her chest in a hug whispering sweet nothings in her ear

Y/N - I'm fine unnies

Dahyun - So that's why you were rushing to the bathroom, she threw up unnies!

Mina - Talk to us sweetheart

At this point, Y/N already started crying and leaving a wet patch on Jihyo's shirt but she finally started telling the truth

Y/N - I didn't want to worry you guys *sniffles* I felt like I'd feel better after some time but I still feel really nauseous!

Chaeyoung - That's okay bro, do you feel anything else?

Y/N - I'm kinda dizzy...

Jihyo - Okay, that's it. Let's get you in the bed

Y/N - Nooo, I don't wanna be alone

Everyone smiles at that knowing that they make their maknae feel safe and loved.

Tzuyu - Let's go to the sofa in the living room, you lay there while we do things near you!

Y/N - That's awesome, I love it!

Jihyo carries her to the sofa bridal style, not without Y/N putting her nose on her neck and making her let out a motherly smile. Gently she lays Y/N there and gives her a kiss on the forehead.

J-line come behind with tissues and a thermometer so they can see if the fever broke or not.

Momo - Let's see if you still have a fever hon, open up.

They take her temp and it's still high, Mina leaves and faster than Barry Allen she comes back with the medicine.

Y/N - Nooooo, I hate this one unnie

Jeongyeon - Drink it bae, it's for the best.

Nayeon - Yeah! And it's better than that one you're thinking, it's another flavour!

Y/N - I don't wanna!

Jihyo - Drink it right now Y/N L/N!

Y/N - Ok mom...

Jihyo just raises an eyebrow at that and lets her go because she's sick.

One side effect of the medicine was being sleepy, the unnies hope that she feels it soon so she can sleep the pain and sickness away (let's dance the night away~)

When they looked at Y/N after a long time of her being silent they noticed she was falling asleep so they went to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Y/N - Love you unnies...

Twice - We love you too our lovely maknae, get well soon.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

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j-elaine-hyde · 2 years ago

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Now & Then - Part Two

Lieutenant Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Female Reader / Captain Logan Syverson

Warning: Smutty smut smut + sweet fluff. 18+ MDNI ... WC: 3,400+

It was Monday and you had the day off. Jake wasn’t so lucky, which meant you had the entire house to yourself until precisely 17:15. You had your morning coffee out on the patio enjoying the morning sun and the scent of the orange blossoms, before making your way lazily up to your shower.

You stepped into the steam filled sanctuary and stood under the water, letting it cascade around you. You gently placed your head on the cold tile in front of you and took in the quiet.

You weren’t sure why it happened, but you found yourself reminiscing about Logan’s enormous calloused hands drifting up your body. Imagining the way they felt kneading your breasts. Palming your ass. Massaging your thighs as his head was buried between them. Your breathing had become heavy and ragged. Your hand started to drift between your thighs, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you throw your head back and exhale, when you heard Jake clear his throat. You quickly removed your hand and spun around.

“Oh honey… Don’t let me stop you. I like the show.”

He stood there naked, leaning against the shower doorway, arms crossed, his erection leaving no question just how much he enjoyed the little show you were unknowingly putting on.

“Damnit Jake!” You sounded more pissed off than you had intended, but you were frantically trying to get Logan out of your head.

He looked…hurt.

“Come here. What are you doing home? And do you wanna help me finish?” Your smile warmed him, reaching out and stroking him made him forget any hurt he might have incurred.

“I just wanted to spend as much time with you as possible before the next mission. I almost puked in the hangar to pretend being sick. It was quite a performance.”

Wide eyed you looked at him, “Baby I love you, but you’re a terrible actor.”

“I’m well aware… and so were they. But…” he swallowed hard, his expression momentarily falling. “They didn’t care.”

Something about his pause didn’t sit right in your stomach. He could tell by the look on your face you had caught on, but he was bound and determined to not let his hard-on go to waste.

He reached down and lifted you up, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck for a moment too long before you pushed against his chest.

“What aren’t you telling me Jake? Is it about the mission? What’s up? You’re scaring me.” Searching his face for any clues, you must have look panicked.

He couldn’t look you in the eye. You knew something was very wrong. You started to lower you leg to stand when he bucked you against the shower wall and entered you. And just like that, you temporarily forgot what you were upset about. Nothing else mattered. He made love to you in the shower, before moving you to the bed. You rolled around all day naked with the man you love. You ordered pizza and watched with glee as the 20 something pizza delivery girl about fell over herself as he answered the door with noting more than a sheet around his waist. You lounged on the living room floor in a mass of blankets eating the pizza right out of the box while you watched your favorite movies and endlessly touched each other.

You had decided to enjoy the not knowing and the spending time with your man. You already knew by his reaction that it wasn’t good. He’d tell you what you needed to know, when you needed to know it, and right now that was good enough. It had to be. You couldn’t let the anxiety ruin your fun.

Propped up on your elbow you watched as a completely naked Jake Seresin walked across the living room after retrieving two giant glasses of water and another bottle of wine. He skillfully set everything down without spilling and knelt on the floor smiling at you, taking in the beautiful scene in front of him.

“Don’t move!” He yelled back at you as he got up and trotted into the other room, one hand clutching his manhood as he ran. He came back with his phone and moved to a flattering angle taking pictures of you as you laid naked on the floor. “Baby, turn over, face me.” You hadn’t noticed what he was doing before now. You blushed slightly before playing along. You did your best to pose like a pin up girl or a racy model before pulling Jake onto the floor with you. You laid next to him, planting a kiss on his cheek as you snapped a picture of it. You must have taken a hundred pictures of the two of you rolling around together, kissing, laughing. Finally you gently placed the phone onto the coffee table and rolled back into his arms.

You took a deep breath, smelling his musk. Closing your eyes you tried to memorize the mix of deodorant, cologne, and sweat as he placed the softest kiss to your forehead.

“I gotta pee. I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.” He kissed your forehead and waited for you to sit up before bolting to the bathroom.

You waited to hear the bathroom door close before leaning over and snagging his phone. You laid back down fluffing out your hair and pulling your tits in. Turning the camera to video you hit record. “I love you Jake. So much. I miss you baby. I can’t wait for you to get home. I’ll be right here waiting for you. I love you.” You puckered up and drew the camera in closer for a kiss before pulling it out winking, and blowing one last kiss. You stopped the recording and quickly put the phone back.

You laid on your stomach, propped up on your elbows smiling to yourself at the thought of Jake finding that video later.

Jake walked back in fully dressed, holding one of your dresses. “Get dressed, we have somewhere we have to be.”

You sat up quickly. “Jake! What?! I have to shower, and fix my face… baby I can’t just throw on a dress and go….” You looked at him like he had lost his damn mind.

“Baby… stop. Just put the dress on. Let’s go. Please, for once, just do as I say. Without a million questions.”

You stood up a little hurt and pissed at his comment, unsure of when the mood soured or where you were going and why. You did as you were told without any further objection.

As Jake was leading you towards the front door, he grabbed his keys. “Jake I need shoes.”

“No you don’t. It’s fine.”

You stopped dead in your tracks. “Are you gonna kill me now? Because that’s the only scenario in which I don’t need shoes.”

He turned slowly with his brows furrowed. His expression changed quickly to shocked wide eyed surprise as he laughed. “Baby why would you ever say that? Trust me. You don’t need shoes. Now get your ass in the truck.” He kissed your temple and smacked you on the butt. “You do look incredible, by the way.” He wrapped his arms around your waist as he nestled his chin lightly on your shoulder. You stared at your reflection. Aside from the sour look on your face, you did look pretty in your white flowy maxi dress. You felt sexy with the slit up to your hip, the low cut neck line and off the shoulder arm band sleeves. It was flowy and you liked the minimalist floral design.

Barefoot, you stomped out to the truck and waited for him to open the door. He did so with his eyes locked on yours. Giving you a kiss before helping you in. His amused smirk was infuriating to you in this moment.

Once he got in the truck you noticed his outfit. He was wearing a white linen Oxford with the sleeves rolled up, and khaki linen pants, also rolled up to mid shin, and sandals. You didn’t even know he owned sandals like that.

Never one to miss much he noticed your incredulous stare out of the corner of his eye. He started cracking a grin and laughing.

Shaking his head he said, “I can’t believe me murdering you ever even crossed your mind. I’m a little offended, babe.”

“You’ve lost your damn mind Seresin. The fact that you put me in this dress and forced me to leave the house with no shoes and no clue where we’re going or why? You’re insane. Like this is how episodes of criminal minds start. I’ve seen this…”

“Baby… shut up. Just look.” He dramatically knife hand pointed out the windshield.

You had been too busy being pissy to even notice that he had driven you to that same secluded ocean outlook from the other day. The sun was starting to get low in the sky putting on the most beautiful sunset you’d ever seen. As your eyes adjusted you saw what you could only guess were thousands of little candles burning on the beach.

Your eyebrows went up and your jaw dropped. “Oh Jake….”

“Come on my darling stubborn ass.” He climbed out of the truck and walked around opening your door. As you slid out he slung you over his shoulder to carry you out onto the beach. He kicked off his shoes before walking though the candles carefully setting you in the sand. He held your hands in his as you looked around at all of the candles surrounding you.

“Baby… Y/N… I love you. You’re the only woman for me. I swear you were made just for me. You’re my best friend. You’re my biggest supporter and I can’t imagine my life without you. I don’t want to go another day without you being my wife. I want to have babies with you, and grow old together. I wanna do life with you. I want to love you and take care of you for the rest of my life. Whatever happens, wherever we go, I want my life to be with you. Baby… Y/n… will you marry me?” He dropped down on one knee and pulled a ring out of his pocket.

“Yes!” You screamed. Your hands flying to your face. “Are you kidding me? Of course I’ll marry you!” You collapsed onto him and wrapped your arms around him, kissing him deeply. You broke the kiss and held his gorgeous face in your hands, “I would’ve married you the day we met.”

“Same baby… I knew right then and there you were mine.” He slid the beautiful ring onto your finger as he helped you stand. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he swung you around and kissed you. Fireworks started shooting off in the sky all around you and cheers from your friends rang out as they ran out of the tree line towards the two of you.

You screamed with excitement as your friends descended upon you hugging you and congratulating you both. Phoenix grabbed your hand to look at the ring, her eyes popping wide.

Leaning over to kiss you on the cheek, Rooster grabbed your left hand away from Phoenix, “What’s wrong Hangman? Couldn’t afford to ship on the entire iceburg?” He laughed and told you congratulations adding quickly, “That’s a damn ice rink! I can't compete with that.”

Jake broke through the crowd to grab you around the waist, pulling you to the edge of the group and planting a kiss on your cheek. “Everybody…. Hey guys!” He cleared his throat. “Everybody I just wanted to thank you all for helping make this happen. I couldn’t have done it without you. And my girl deserves the best. Y’all delivered today for sure. So thank you again.”

“Drinks at the Hard Deck to celebrate!” Coyote shouted.

The crowd erupted in another round of cheers.

———

You and Jake sat in the truck in the Hard Deck parking lot. “Baby… can we please run home? I need shoes. I need makeup. I have sex hair and no underwear.”

Jake tried to stifle his laughter as he agreed, shaking his head. “Ok alright… we’ll run home really quick. But we have to make it fast. Everybody is waiting for us.”

“Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I don’t wanna look like I’ve just been fucked all day at our engagement party.”

Rolling his eyes he shot you a look, “Y/n, baby… I could rub shit on you and you’d still be the most gorgeous woman in that bar. You look so incredibly beautiful right now. Your hair wild, with no makeup? Are you kidding me? That’s why I did it this way. I wanted your natural beauty to shine through in those proposal pictures.

“Pictures?” You asked confused.

He smiled big, eyes almost closed as he looked at you. “Yep. I had two photographers and a drone out there filming the whole thing. We should get the photos and footage back in a week or two. I can’t wait to see em!”

You shook your head. “You’re so unbelievable. I can’t believe you pulled that whole thing off. I love you so much. You’re amazing. Thank you honey.” You lunged over and kissed him as he drove. “I can’t wait to be your wife!”

“Don’t make me wreck baby… I gotta make you my wife before anything happens to me.”

There it was again. That gut wrenching, stomach flipping, nauseating feeling that there was still something Jake wasn’t telling you.

You were trying to calmly breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth so you wouldn’t vomit or pass out. You rolled down the window and let the salty air clear your head.

“Are you ok baby?” Jake looked over at you and took your hand in his, gently squeezing it.

You nodded in response. “Yeah… I’ll be ok. Just felt a little nauseous for a second.”

Jake pulled the truck into the driveway as you bolted inside the house. A few moments later Jake came in to find you splashing some cold water on your face.

“You sure you’re feeling alright Babe?” He rubbed your back as you patted your face dry.

Breathing deep, you smiled. “I’m good!”

“You’re better than good…” Jake winked at you and kissed the top of your shoulder, nuzzling into your hair with his face as his hands started pulling up your almost floor length dress.

Raising your eyebrows at him in the mirror you shimmied your ass against him. He exhaled sharply, “Ohhhh future wifey… what are you doing to me? I’m an animal.”

Reaching back you dropped his trousers and pulled his hips against you as he nestled his perfect cock at your entrance. Thrusting back against him you felt him stretch you as he delved deep inside you. He took slow strokes in and out, it felt so incredible after a day’s worth of love making it was driving you mad. The slightest motion so over exaggerated from an entire day of over stimulation.

“Fuck me Lieutenant… Hurry… before we get caught.” You winked at him.

A low growl escaped his lips as he quickened his pace. You were busy focusing on the giant ring on your hand when Jake pulled your top down exposing your chest. Excitedly he stared at you bent over the bathroom sink. It was probably the fastest that either of you had gotten off. ‘Win win’ you thought.

In record time you fixed your hair, threw on some eyeliner and mascara, some lip gloss, found your brown strappy sandals and were ready to go. When you came trotting down the stairs, looking like a million bucks, Jake was completely surprised at your speed.

He stood up proudly, admiring his gorgeous fiancée. “I am a lucky lucky man…”

You were standing in the foyer doing one last check in the hall mirror when your brain flashed back to the night all those years ago that Logan had proposed to you.

“Darlin I’ll never love anyone the way that I love you… You’re it for me. There will never be a day that I don’t love you… There will never be anyone else. I’ll go to my grave with you on and in my heart.” He pulled open his flannel shirt to display a fresh tattoo. It was a beautiful, picture quality, realistic - artistic, breathtaking tattoo of you, dark hair wild in the wind, whipping around you.

“Oh my god Logan…” you studied it closely.

This was the second tattoo of you that he now had on his body. The first was an exact copy of your lips on his inner left forearm. He had gotten it the night you met. He had bet you at a game of darts and you had lost. The penalty was taking tequila shots with and off of him, and him off of you. To commemorate the momentous occasion he had dragged you to a nearby tattoo shop to have your lips permanently added to his body.

As you were busy checking out your face on your boyfriend’s chest he produced a red ring box.

“Babygirl… be my wife. Marry me. You're the only one for me. Marry me?”

You looked up into his sweet dark ocean eyes. Getting lost in their dark blue hues. A world of wars behind them. With the intensity of the desert sun they burned into you as you registered this was the only time Captain Logan Syverson had ever been nervous in his entire life.

The biggest grin swept across your lips. His giant arms picked you up against him as his lips collided with yours. He almost dropped you trying not to drop the ring scrambling to get the ring on your fingers as fast as possible as if you'd change your mind without it.

At the time it was the most romantic thing that had ever happened to you.

“Babe? You ready to go?” Jake kissed your temple pulling you back to reality.

You blinked a few times, trying to clear the memory. “Yep! Let’s go!”

———

As soon as the two of you walked into the bar hand in hand, the entire place erupted in cheers and applause. Penny rang the bell which normally meant someone was going overboard. On this one very special occasion it meant that in honor of the happy couple, bottles of champagne were being popped and poured for everyone.

You made your way back to your usual table where your friends already sat several drinks in.

Rooster was noodling on the piano getting ready to play a roaring rendition of one of his favorite songs.

As the squadron gave you hell for taking so long to get there, Penny rushed over with a polaroid camera asking for a picture to mark the occasion. Jake scooped you up and held you in his arms as you whispered in his ear, “I’m still not wearing any panties.” You planted a kiss on his cheek as his eyes filled with horny surprise. His smile spanned his whole face with the slightest tinge of a blush. Thankfully, wanting to be thorough she took another one of the two of you kissing. That was the picture Penny hung behind the bar. The other was a permanent fixture on Jake’s person from that day on.

It wasn’t much later that the last person you wanted to see came strolling into the bar.

“What the hell is he doing here?” Jake grumbled.

Bob piped up, “I don’t guess he’d stay long if he knew it was your engagement party to his ex-fiancee.”

“Shut up bob.” The entire table said in unison.

Logan marched up to the bar, greeting Penny with a polite hello as he ordered a whiskey. He looked around the place and froze when he saw a sign that said ‘Congrats Y/n & Hangman’ he nodded to it and must have inquired because as soon as she uttered the words his eyes were on you like lasers.

To anyone else watching, he didn’t care. But to you? Someone who knew him probably better than he knew himself, he was heartbroken. He finally broke your stare and gave Penny some cash. He slammed the entire glass of whiskey in one fell swoop and marched outside.

“Jake I love you. I’ll be right back. Don’t hate me. Please. Just let me talk to him.” You jumped up and ran out after Logan.

To be continued….

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szasfuckingwife · 3 years ago

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Accidentally Saying ‘I Hate You’ In An Argument

With Kakucho , Shuji, Sanzu and Haitani Brothers

Please 🤧🤧

Accidentally saying ‘I hate you’ in an argument

-Warnings? Swearing. some toxicity? some smut in Rans, Hanma is in bonten.

-Some of these aren’t really an ‘accident’ so😁

KAKUCHO

It was too much. Mikey demanded too much from Kakucho. He knew it. You definitely knew it. Every day, he’d come home completely worn out, sometimes just ignoring you and heading straight to bed.

“Hey, Kaku-"

Your greeting was interrupted by a heavy slam of the door when he walked in, you swore the door could’ve cracked by the force.

He walked straight past you on the couch, not even giving eye contact. So many times, his behaviour has practically been normalised.

But something awakened in you.

“Kakucho.” You called. He stopped, his back still towards you. “I’m trying to talk to you?”

“Yeah, ‘m tired, [Y/N]” He said.

That was your limit. “Oh for fucks sake, Kakucho. You’re always tired, always busy. I’m just trying to have a decent conversation for once in this long ass year! Sometimes I really hate this..I really hate you!”

You couldn’t even keep up with your words. Everything was just spilling out and you didn’t even realise what you said until he turned around.

“You do?”

How can you answer? “N-no.”

Visibly, Kakucho looked upset. But obviously he wouldn’t let you see that, or anyone. “You hate me.”

“Kakucho..”

He rubbed his eye, his exhaustion clearly taking a toll on him. “We can talk in the morning, okay? You can sleep in the bed.”

With a sigh, you listened to him and walked into bed, climbing into bed. You didn’t mean to say it at all. It just came out. By no means at all will you ever hate him.

But how he is during certain situations annoys you.

That never stopped you loving him.

The guilt was eating you up alive and you couldn’t sleep. Not without him. So, you got up and walked to the living room.

Kakucho was there asleep like a baby. You smiled and climbed next to him.

He must’ve known since he pulled you in tightly hugging you.

You guys would get through this. You always have.

HANMA SHUJI

Oh, God knows how you haven’t said it once earlier. He’s just so damn…annoying. He knows which buttons to deliberately press, constantly trying to bring that outburst out of you.

Shuji never means any harm though. He’s just dumb.

He had annoyed you one day and you guys had a disagreement. He wasn’t taking you seriously. So, he went out. He ‘accidentally’ got drunk at the strip club with the rest of Bonten and posted 5 snaps of the scene online

Obviously, you saw all of it. You kept telling yourself that he wouldn’t cheat.

Would he..?

Was this his way of finally pissing you the fuck off?

You were speechless when he walked into your apartment at 2am. He looked like a drunken mess, his tie was all loose and he was tripping around the whole place.

“Shuji…”

He pointed at you. “There she is. My girlfriend. She looks so mad though. Tell me, girlfriend, why are you mad?” He slurred his words and cackled at himself. Not amusing to your eyes.

“I was worried sick. First, I was worried that you’d hurt yourself out there and second, I was worried you value so little of this relationship that you’d cheat with some stripper.” You sigh.

He groaned as he gripped the walls. “What if I did? What would you do?”

Like I said, Shuji is so damn annoying. Sighing, you helped him to sober up in the bathroom, unbuttoning his shirt and cleaning his face.

“What’s on your mind, sweet cheeks?” He asked with a smirk. Then, he bursted out laughing.

What was so funny? What the fuck was he smiling at?

“What’s funny?” You ask with a straight face. He carried on laughing, gripping the bowl of the sink.

All the anger built up inside you finally bursted as you threw his stupid shirt on the floor.

“For fucks sake, Shuji, grow up! I’m tired of doing this! If you don’t wanna love me, I’ll find someone else. Someone I don’t hate at times.”

It’s almost like your words sobered him up.

He just blinked as he stared into your eyes. But it didn’t matter, you were far too mad to even listen to a word he says or even look at him.

“So, you hate me?”

With a scoff, you left the room, fleeing to your bedroom. There, you sobbed. You didn’t mean it at all. You loved Shuji more than anything and he loved you.

But this was not how you envisioned it to be.

You cried yourself to sleep, hugging the pillow, wishing it was him.

But when you woke up, you smelt that sweet smell of breakfast.

“No fucking way..” you whispered.

You tiptoed to the kitchen to find a (hungover) Hanma Shuji preparing breakfast.

“I’m sorry?” He said with an adorable smile.

“I’m sorry.” You smiled at him back before joining him to appreciate his breakfast.

SANZU HARUCHIYO

He promised he wasn’t. He promised that now, he wouldn’t even look at drugs as long as you’re in his life. But everyone knows Sanzu is a liar, nothing more.

Ran asked you to collect him from work since he was a walking disaster that was high.

Honestly, you contemplated leaving him there and then. You were so tired of his constant bullshit. He claimed to love you but look at him, lying to you again.

But, you decided to pick him up anyway.

When you pulled up to Bonten’s building, Ran and Rindou were already there, holding up a limp Sanzu. He smiled when be saw your car, as if this was funny.

“Take care, [Y/N].” Ran slapped the head of your car twice before leaving. They both gave you sad smiled, knowing how hard this was on you.

But when they left, you began to cry.

Sanzu was too far into his own world to even notice you at first but when he did, he was confused.

“Hey, what’s up with you?” He tried to hold your hand that was gripped tightly on the wheel but you slapped it away. “Jeez, only asking..”

“Shut the fuck up.” You whisper through tears.

“Oh come on, [Y/N]. What did I do-"

Then, your palm came down hard to his cheek.

“I said, shut up! I mean God, Haruchiyo, you’re killing me. Every fucking time you say you’re gonna get clean but you never do!”

“Clean?” He raised a brow.

With a sigh, you ask, “Are you using?”

He stammered before you began to chuckle.

“You know, I thought this time was different. I really did. I fuckin hate you.” You sobbed again.

Sanzu looked at you confused. What do you mean you hate him? You can’t hate him, you told him you would love him until the end of time.

No, surely you were overreacting.

“I just snorted one line, babe. I didn’t know I was this high. My bad, I’m sorry, I guess-"

“You don’t mean it.” You looked at him. “You never do.”

RINDOU HAITANI

When Bonten offered you a job as secretary, Rindou hated it almost immediately. He knew you were smart, he just didn’t want his wife to interfere with his shady business.

No matter all the ‘I’ll be fine’s or ‘Don’t worry about me’s you gave, He still didn’t like it.

And you noticed how distant and cold he began to get as you started.

The fights only started from there. As secretary, you were advised to be in meetings, for information. Whenever you spoke, he’d scoff or sigh or whatever little thing he could do that annoyed you.

He just wanted you safe, not speaking to murderers, drug dealers and notorious gang members, except him (and probably Ran).

“I just don’t get why you want me to quit, Rin.”

He didn’t even look at you once while he was sorting out his files, but he still answered. “It’s unsafe. You’ll probably end up dead.”

It was kind of ironic of him to say that seeing as you’ve been saying the same thing to him for the past two years. “Rin, it’s just a job. I’m not heavily involved, I’ll be fine-"

“For God’s sake, no you won’t!” Rindou slammed his folders on the table and, finally, looked at you. “You don’t always use your head, [Y/N], If that sounds harsh, so be it but it’s true. You’re just…too curious. I really don’t like that.”

For anyone else, they’d be shock at what Rindou just said, but you were used to it unfortunately. “You think I like how you treat me sometimes? Huh? Because I don’t. I…I hate-"

“You hate me?”

Your cheeks were now damp with tears as Rindou finished your sentence. Again, he was right. You’d never thought in your 5 year relationship that you’d even utter the word ‘hate’ yet here you are.

“All I want for you is to be safe, Is that so hard to understand?” He said looking at you with desperate eyes, desperate that you’d just understand.

The decision wasn’t in your favour, but you reluctantly agreed. “Okay. Okay, fine. I’ll quit, are you happy?” You stormed off to your bedroom, clearly upset. But you didn’t cry anymore. Because you knew where he was coming from.

The next morning was awkward. You were sat on the table drinking your tea as Ran walked out with his tie loose. You’d always fasten it before work, and clearly he wouldn’t let that habit go over some fight.

“Babe?” He motioned at his tie and you stood up to help him.

Mid way doing his tie, he held your face, analysing all your features and stroking your cheek.

“Okay, hear me out. I’m not thrilled about this but, I guess if you wanna keep working at Bonten, you can.”

Your eyes widened as you stared into his. Rindou compromising? This is new.

“But I swear, If you get hurt or, God forbid, killed, I’ll fight you in heaven.”

You chuckled. “That’s if you even get to heaven.” You kissed his cheek. “Sorry for saying the ‘h’ word.”

“Nah, it’s fine. I know at times you hate my guts. Everyone does. But your hatred never stays for long, and that’s why I live you.”

“Because I don’t hate you.” You scoffed.

“No.” Rindou said. “Because you understand my feelings.”

RAN HAITANI

Just 5 words. That’s all.

‘Will you be my girlfriend?’

He thought it was childish to ask you this. He’s a grown man, not the silly child he used to be. He had priorities, a lot of them.

But you were definitely one of them.

You and Ran had been flirting for quite a while. Every now and then, you’d see him in parties. He’d walk up to you, sweet talk you, kiss you, eventually leading to activities.

You guys were basically fuck buddies.

You definitely liked him, and vice versa. But Ran Haitani is not the lovey dovey boyfreind material. He knows he’s rough, with his actions and his words. He’s not kind, he doesn’t do formalities. But if he likes something, he’ll make sure it’s his.

After multiple sexy nights with Ran, you began to conjure up a feeling that he likes you. I mean, what could be more obvious than the time you guys had drunk sex, and he whispered in your ear that ‘No one else could get me like this’ and You’re so special to me..’

As time went on, the sex went from rough and fast to intimate and slow. He kissed every part of you, it felt like he was making love to you.

Kokonoi had a party and he obviously invited you, seeing as you were Bonten’s favourite party girl. (You always got everyone hype.

But all the excitement rushed away when you saw Ran, with another woman. He kept whispering in her ear, the same way he used to do to yours. And Ran always gives that look, like he undressed you with his eyes. Those same eyes that you loved were now in her direction.

When he saw you staring, he knew he fucked up. He walked over to you and grabbed you wrist, taking you to wherever room he can.

“You looked like you were having fun..” You muttered as he dragged you into Kokonoi’s bedroom.

“Shut up.” He responded.

“Why did you drag me here? You’ve got a girl downstairs waiting for you.” You crossed your arms as you stared up at him.

He sighed. “Because I know how you’d react.”

“How I’d react-" “No, I didn’t mean it like that-" “Then, how did you mean it?!”

Ran knew he couldn’t get his way out of this one, he might as well give up.

“You know when you said all those things about me, like how I’m special. I took those seriously. It’s stuck in my head, Ran. And I hate it because I don’t want you in my head. I hate you because you’re all I fucking think about.”

Finally, you admit your feelings to him. He stands there, perplexed.

And then, he laughs.

“I hate you too.”

What?

“I hate when I see you with other guys, and how obviously desperate they are to fuck you. I hate it when you ‘accidentally’ flirt with my colleagues, it’s like a slap in the face. I hate when I leave you after we sleep together, because honestly, I’d rather be with you all day.” He stepped closer.

“I hate you more, [Y/N].”

His lips crashed into yours with a passionate kiss. Your needy hands grabbed at his shirt buttons as you desperately tried to strip him down. Your back met the door as Ran kissed your neck, muttering “I hate how you do this to me..”

You moaned into his mouth as he entered his fingers inside you. He kept going faster and faster, talking you through your orgasm.

“I don’t wanna see you with other boys, yeah?” He whispered.

You made incoherent noises but nodded anyways.

“I just want you for myself, mmkay?”

You moaned a loud “Yes!” as you finally reached your high and came all over his fingers.

You breathed heavily whilst Ran gave you a few more kisses, that’s before two loud knocks came banging on the door.

“You two better not be doing what I think you’re doing.”

Ran’s hand covered your mouth quickly so you wouldn’t make a sound. This is what you loved about Ran, the risk, the thrill.

“No not at all, Koko!” Ran answered cheerfully.

“Don’t lie to me, Ran.” Kokonoi threatened.

Ran scoffed. “Seriously? I’d never fuck a girl in my colleague’s bed. Who do you think I-"

Suddenly, a groan erupted from his lips as you palmed his crotch. He looked at you a little shocked but amused at your boldness. Meanwhile, a furious Kokonoi had to be taken away by Sanzu of all people.

The next morning, You woke up in Kokonoi’s bed but Ran was fast asleep looking adorable. He woke up amid your shuffling around.

“Morning.”

“Good morning.” You covered your naked body as you got up and stole Ran’s shirt from the night before.

When you walked downstairs, you saw a third of the Bonten members fast asleep on the couch, Rindou was up though.

“Junkies.” You chuckled.

“Whore.” Rindou jokes.

Suddenly, you felt Ran’s arms come around you.

“Now now, Rindou, don’t be so rude to your brothers new girlfriend. “

You smiled at that.

( I have no idea why i turned Ran’s into a whole oneshot whoops)

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spoopylay · 4 years ago

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hiii pretty

can i request some hq boys reacting to their s/o being offended in public??💕

i would really appreciate if you make some for Bokuto and Sakusa ❤️

i love your works. don’t overwork yourself baby😊

(sorry if i made any mistakes but english is not my first language☹️)

Tysm for requesting❤️!! (And that’s fine, English isn’t my first language too lol)

Hq boys x chubby s/o getting offended in public

Sakusa

You two were in the park, taking a walk and just admiring each other’s presence

Sakusa loves how you much you take care of your hygiene and loves how your body looks too.

Although some people think otherwise about your body.

A toxic friend of yours who has been trying to get with Sakusa approach you two.

“Heyy Kiyoomi~! Oh hey y/n.”

Lemme just search up how to beat the shit out of someone on wikihow rq

So anyways she’s talking and then insults you about how you look.

Obviously you get offended and leave and Sakusa is just looking at you like “👀 someone fucked up”

He knows what that girl said was very mean and decided to put her in her place

“You know if you were jealous of my beautiful s/o, you could’ve just asked them for some advice on how to look better :)”

Sakusa can be very mean with others when they upset you

Later he went to your house and told you everything that happened and tried comforting you.

“Y/n why would you care about what she thinks. You are the most beautiful, amazing, spectacular person I could ever ask for.”

Although he doesn’t do this much he gave you a kiss and the two of you ended up eating movies the rest of the night.

Bokuto

Bokuto was meeting your parents today

He was so nervous and would not stop asking if they were going to like him

“Y/n are you VERY SURE they will like me?”

“I really want this to go well!”

Later that evening he comes over to your house and meets your parents.

They were a bit skeptical

“I still can’t believe our y/n was able to get a boyfriend.”

“Yeah, considering the fact that they look like that.”

You’re parents have always been very critical towards you but you were able to deal with it.

But now that they said it in front of YOUR boyfriend you now start to worry.

“What if Bokuto doesn’t like that anymore?”

“What if he wants to break up.”

You immediately run up to your room before the tears could start spilling out of your eyes.

Bokuto doesn’t realize it until a couple minutes later that what your parents said really hurt you.

He walks into your room and finds you crying, so he sits in your bed next to you and wraps his arms around your torso.

“Baby what’s wrong,” he asked.

You then go on to explain that what your parents said maybe made him think that he might to break up with you.

Bo let’s out a small chuckle and gives you a kiss on your forehead.

“Y/n I would never ever break up with you. You’re so beautiful, amazing, talented, smart, funny, etc. What your parents say won’t ever change how I see you.”

Oikawa

You and Oikawa had just started dating

How it started was you would occasionally help out with setting up stuff for his team and he just caught feelings for you from there. Not to mention that he also fell in love with how you looked. Like c’mon, that ass was lookin too fine.

Anyways, he word eventually had gotten around and people were happy for you two lovebirds.

But the fans girls were ready to rip you to shreds.

At this point they wanted you dead because of how many times they’ve seen you and Tooru holding hands in the hallway.

One day after practice, you were waiting for Oikawa to finish up with practice. You were just looking down at your phone until a girl approached you.

“Hey! So I hear that you and Oikawa are dating? Gosh do I feel bad for him! He’s probably just dating you out of pity. Like come on, who would actually date someone who looks like YOU?!”

You looked at this person like they were a whole different species for a second. Like EXCUSE ME, HOW FUCKING DARE YOU TALK TO ME LIKE THAT?

“Ok listen, I don’t know if anyone told you by now but bitchy isn’t a good look on you. You and your fan behaviour can go somewhere else cause I’m not taking your bullshit today,” you said walking away.

Although you kept a brave face on, deep down you were a bit hurt . Did Oikawa really date you out of pity?

You got a text from Oikawa asking where you were. You didn’t wanna talk so you told him you didn’t feel well so you left a bit early.

You see, since you two started dating he developed some type of sixth sense where he can always tell whether or not something is bothering you.

And in a time like this, his senses are telling him that something is bothering you and that you weren’t sick.

He later knocks at you door and you answer

You see your boyfriend at the door and was like, “ 👁👄👁 well shit.”

“Y/n something is wrong, so spill it.”

“DO YOU REALLY LOVE ME,” you loudly blurted out.

“Wha-, of course I do y/n, why wouldn’t I?”

“Because well... I look like this and I-,”

Oikawa put his finger on your lips so you can be quiet and proceeded to say, “ y/n I don’t know what has got you think this lately but it’s wrong. Of course I love you and what do you mean your look like that? All I see is a badass person with godly looks that could kill. Also trust me, if I didn’t like you I would’ve straight up told you.”

Kuroo

You just got out of a toxic relationship with your ex.

You’re now with a new guy named Kuroo, a third-year at Nekoma high school and captain of the volleyball team.

Your boyfriend legit adores you, from your chubby cheeks to your squishy hips, he loves it all.

He was taking you out on a shopping date at the mall because he LOVES to spoil you.

You guys were walking out until your ex saw you and you saw them.

The two of you exchanged looks and he walked over to you.

“Hey y/n, long time no see. I see that you’re with a friend, huh?”

“Actually, he’s a my boyfriend.”

Your ex then walks over to Kuroo and gives him a pat on the back saying, “ I am so sorry you’re being put through this. I know it’s hard dating an ugly piece of shit.”

Your ex the walks away laughing while you’re just standing there trying to process what the hell just happened.

The rest of the day you stayed silent, only speaking when it’s very important

Kuroo was trying to get you to talk the entire day but couldn’t even get a peep out of you.

At some point he got fed up and threw you over his shoulder and placed you on his bed.

“Y/n we don’t hide secrets from each other. Now tell me what’s wrong.”

“Am I good enough for you?”

“Good enough? You’re more than good y/n. You’re perfect. You’re absolutely amazing and I would never second guess our relationship.”

#haikyuu x chubby reader #haikyuu x plus size reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #haikyuu x chubby!reader #x chubby reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #oikawa x chubby reader #bokuto x chubby reader #sakusa x chubby reader #kuroo x chubby reader

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hopelesshawks · 3 years ago

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Can I request a Compress x Reader? Babytrapping + Breeding?

Ohhh interesting, of course you can! I rarely write for the villains so this will be fun. You didn’t specify but because baby trapping I did fem!reader. I also just realized you might’ve meant reader baby trapping Compress but I wrote Compress baby trapping reader so I hope that’s what you wanted 😅

The following request contains dark content. Check the warnings before reading

Warnings for vomiting, pregnancy, manipulation, non-violent sexual assault (baby trapping), breeding kink, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), minor dumbification? (reader is very no thoughts, head empty during the smut), minor size kink, minor pain kink

Three years.

Three years together and yet you never would’ve guessed that your boyfriend is the notorious Mr. Compress of League of Villains infamy.

You first met Atsuhiro while working at a hole in the wall theater company. He came up to you after performing one night and had been so effortlessly charming that you’d instantly been put under his spell. He was more intelligent than all of your exes combined and could make you laugh like no one else could. It hadn’t taken long for you to fall totally and completely for the charming man you met that night.

But all of that came crashing down around you when he came home from a “business trip” with a prosthetic arm and no amount of half-assed excuses about an accident on stage could assuage your suspicions. He managed to dodge a confrontation with you for almost a week before you’d finally put the final pieces together and went to him to demand an explanation.

“You’re a terrorist Atsu!”

“That’s just what the heroes want you to think my love, don’t fall for their propaganda.”

“It’s not propaganda it’s just a fact! People have died because of your actions!”

“And how many more have suffered or died because of heroes and the society they created.”

“You’re deflecting. I have always indulged your rants about hero society but this is too far! The man I fell in love with would never stoop to this level!”

Atsuhiro crosses the room to you in two quick strides, cradling your face gently with his hand while you feel the cool metal of his other find your hip, fingers slipping under your shirt.

“I’m still the man you fell in love with (y/n), I can assure you of that,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours.

“How could that possibly be?”

“Let me show you.”

He pulls you into a gentle kiss, reassuring in its care. As his lips move against yours, gently coaxing them to open so he can deepen the kiss and slip his tongue inside, you struggle to maintain your earlier anger. It’s a distraction and you know it is but it’s hard to resist as he starts to move you both back towards your bedroom. He makes quick work of your clothes and by the time your back hits the plush of your mattress you’re both already naked. His mouth finally releases yours to travel down your body, leaving bruises in his wake as he marks you as his.

“Atsu, wait we should, ah-” you start but he quickly shushes you before licking a long stripe up your waiting sex.

“Just relax Angel, let me take care of you. Let your thoughts drift away,” he all but purrs.

You try to focus on the conversation you know the two of you need to have but it slips from your fingers like grains of sand as he brings one hand to your swollen clit and starts rubbing slow circles. Your hands tighten in the sheets as he draws a low, keening whine out of you. His hazel eyes dance with smug satisfaction as he watches you try and fail to form a coherent thought. He doesn’t let up the pressure on your clit for even a moment as he drops his mouth to your waiting cunt and plunges his tongue inside. Your hand flies down to his curly hair on impulse, tangling in the brown locks and gripping tight. Your nails scratch along his scalp and your tight grip tugs at the roots of his hair but he loves the pain of it, knows it’s a sign he’s doing well as he brings up his free hand to add two fingers inside you as well. After so long together he knows your body just as well as you do and it takes no time at all for him to find that one spot inside you that has you seeing stars. Your climax builds and builds until you finally crash through the peaks of your pleasure, walls fluttering around your lover’s tongue and fingers as he coaxes you through your orgasm.

You’ve barely had time to recover from your orgasm before you can feel his erection pressing at your entrance. “W-wait, Atsu, condom,” you pant, shifting in the bed to reach for the bedside drawer but Atsuhiro stops you. “We don’t need it baby, wanna feel closer to you,” he murmurs, pressing kisses along your face as he eases you back down to laying flat on the bed. “But what if-” “You’re on birth control right?” he cuts you off. “I mean yea but-” “Then it’ll be fine, you worry too much.”

Any further protests you might’ve had are immediately silenced as a snap of your boyfriend’s hips has the tip of his cock brushing your cervix. You gasp as your body attempts to adjust to his girth. “You’re taking me so well baby, isn’t this so much better? Feel how close we are. Nothing between us, just as it should be,” he coos and it does feel good, good enough that despite the voice in your head telling you you should be cautious, you only nod and beg for more. The grin Atsuhiro gives you is almost blinding right before he presses his lips to yours, kissing you greedily as he slowly withdraws his hard cock before pushing back inside you again. You whimper and whine into his mouth as he starts to pick up the pace, each thrust more brutal than the last. Eventually he leans back and away from you, shifting your hips so he can plunge himself in deeper, but with his lips no longer occupied with yours he’s free to let his thoughts spill out and into the room:

“Gonna fill you up so well, fuck, my beautiful Angel.”

“You and me forever baby, gonna look so good round with my kids.”

“Taking my cock so well, can’t wait until you’re full of my seed.”

The words wash over you but barely register. There’s no room in your brain left for anything else as Atsuhiro takes over every corner of it. Language becomes a foreign concept to you, barely able to articulate your own pleasure in more than the sinful sounds dripping from your lips, let alone trying to process your boyfriend’s ramblings. His thrusts start getting sloppier as he brings one hand between you both to stroke your clit and push you over the edge with him. “I’m so close angel, I’m so close. Cum with me. Want you to finish with me while I stuff you full of my cum,” he pants and all you can do is nod as the coil in your belly winds tighter and tighter. As you clench harder around him he goes toppling over the edge first, crying out your name as he spills his load inside you. You never would’ve anticipated enjoying it so much but it’s that feeling that sends you over the edge, falling apart around his cock as he finishes filling you with his cum.

He helps you come down from your high with sweet kisses and whispered words of encouragement, but as the haze of lust fades, you start to remember the fight you both were having before. As much as you would like for this to be the kind of thing you can just kiss and make up over, it’s not and you know it’s a conversation that needs to be finished. Looking at your boyfriend as he settles more comfortably on top of you though, you can’t bring yourself to ruin the moment. Sleep is weighing heavy on your eyelids anyway so you resolve yourself to bring it up the next day.

Except the next day ends the same way.

And the day after that.

And the day after that…

Every time you try to bring back up Atsuhiro’s secret double life as Mr. Compress he manages to distract you just long enough to get you back into bed. At first you tell yourself it’s not a big deal that the conversation’s been delayed a couple days, but then it turns into a week. A week of very hot sex, mind you, but if the existence of Atsuhiro’s double life was a red flag then certainly his insistence on avoiding discussing it is an even larger one. After two weeks you finally resolve yourself to talking to him the next morning over breakfast, no distractions and no avoiding the issue with sex. Cooking helps with your nerves, giving you something to do with your hands and a task to focus on to help you ignore your roiling stomach. You end up making almost an entire breakfast buffet by the time Atsuhiro emerges from your shared bedroom to join you in the kitchen.

He barely has time to tell you good morning before you’re rushing him to the table and setting plates full of food down. You know you have to tread carefully so you use the time you both spend eating to organize your thoughts. This time for sure you’ll talk to him. You finally open your mouth to confront Atsuhiro once and for all but as you feel bile start to crawl up your throat what comes out instead is “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

No sooner have you said the words are you shoving away from the table and rushing into the nearest bathroom. You get to the toilet just in time, fingers clutching the rim of the bowl as you violently eject the contents of your stomach into the water below. It burns your throat coming up and your eyes sting, but a warm, comforting presence is by your side in an instant, one hand coming up to rub your back gently as the other pulls your hair away from your face. Only once your stomach is thoroughly emptied does the heaving finally stop and you’re able to sit back and catch your breath. “Are you ok my love? What’s wrong?” Atsuhiro asks with gentle care as he pulls you close. You shake your head, unsure yourself of what had turned your stomach. Sure, you were nervous to talk to Atsuhiro but not that nervous. It can’t have been something you ate since all you’d had was the breakfast you made and you know everything was cooked properly. You rack your brain for an answer only to go rigid when you start to settle on one.

“Atsu what’s the date?”

“The 22nd baby, why?”

Your blood runs cold.

You’d been so preoccupied with figuring out things with Atsuhiro that you hadn’t even noticed how much time was slipping past but there’s no doubt about it. Your period is two weeks late.

“I think I need to go to the doctor,” you whisper. No way in hell you’ll leave this up to a drugstore test. There must be another explanation for your sudden nausea. Sure, you and Atsuhiro had pretty much abandoned condoms. Every time you started to reach for one, he’d remind you how good it felt not to use one the first time and convince you to forgo it again. But you’re on birth control! This isn’t supposed to be possible.

God bless him, Atsuhiro doesn’t press you any further on why exactly you want to go to the doctor instead of trying to find something at home to settle your stomach. He simply helps you off the floor and then grabs the keys to your car so he can drive you to the doctor himself. You’re incredibly grateful that he doesn’t seem to share your nerves. He’s a calming presence next to you as your anxiety kicks into overdrive.

You’d asked Atsuhiro to take a seat without you while you checked into the urgent care. You didn’t want him to hear you describe your symptoms to the nurse waiting there. The kind woman immediately suspects the same thing you do and leads you to the bathroom so you can pee in a cup. She’s sympathetic and reassuring as she tells you to return to the waiting room while the doctor runs the pregnancy test but it does little to soothe your frayed nerves. The air in the waiting room feels oppressive and when your name is finally called to go back and see the doctor, Atsuhiro’s hand in yours is probably the only thing that keeps you grounded. You take a seat on the examination table and instead of moving to sit down in one of the chairs in the room, Atsu stays by your side, whispering reassurances into your ear. “Whatever’s going on I’m here for you my love.”

The doctor strides into the room shortly afterwards, greeting you warmly even if somewhat absentmindedly as she moves to the computer to check for your details. She confirms your date of birth and then after scrolling for a bit her eyes finally land on the results of your test. She smiles and your heart sinks. “Well it looks like congratulations are in order, you’re pregnant!” she exclaims, beaming at you. A lump forms in your throat as tears threaten to fall, anxiety making your hands shake as the weight of the situation starts to crash down on you. The doctor misinterprets your reaction and as she leaves the room to get you pamphlets on what to expect and how best to take care of yourself during your pregnancy, her reassuring words that promise you’ll make a great mother are anything but.

As soon as the doctor leaves the room you break, tears cascading down your cheeks as your chest heaves. Atsuhiro pulls you into his embrace, letting you fall apart in his arms as you come to terms with the news. “I’m not ready to be a mom, I can’t do it on my own,” you cry, hands clenching onto his shirt. “I know my love, I know, but you’ll never be alone as long as you have me. I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you,” he assures you, pulling you in even closer.

As you continue to cry into his chest, murmuring hiccuping thank you’s between heaving sobs, Atsuhiro can’t help but smile to himself.

He’ll have to remember to thank Dr. Garaki for the fake birth control pills later.

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dadbodosamu · 3 years ago

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what’s my name? [daddy]

Stepdad Osamu x Cis!Fem reader

WARNINGS: cheating, pseudoincest (stepdad/daughter), spanking, age gap (Osamu’s in his thirties and reader is freshly 18), daddy kink, spit kink, breeding kink

2.8k words. unbeta’d and vaguely edited

part one || part two || part three

“I can walk,” you say, slinging your bag over your shoulder. It’s your last year of high school, you’re an adult now, freshly eighteen, you can walk yourself to school, damn it.

“Let me drive ya,” Osamu says, grabbing the keys to his car. “Ya won’t let me make ya lunch anymore, let me at least drive ya to school. We can stop and get breakfast.”

“I can walk, Osamu,” you say, glaring at the older man.

Osamu stops dead in his tracks. “What was that? What did ya just call me?”

You scoff, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. “You’re not my dad and I’m not a kid anymore.”

You grab the door handle but before you can open it, Osamu has you spun around, facing him. His face is dark and the grip he has on your wrist is bruising.

“O-Osamu, you’re hurting me,” you whimper, trying, and failing, to pull your wrist from his iron grip.

“There ya go again,” he says. He tuts and shakes his head. “Go sit on the couch. I have to make a few calls real quick.”

His tone leaves no room for argument, so you walk across the living room with all the shame of a scolded puppy.

Osamu is already speaking by the time you sit on the soft couch.

“Hi, this is Miya Osamu, Hanamiya Y/n’s father. She’s feeling a little under the weather today, so she won’t be able to make it in.” Osamu says. He pauses for a moment. “I’ll be around to pick her work up sometimes this afternoon, thank ya. Ya have a good day.”

Before you can speak, Osamu is calling another number.

“Hey, it’s Osamu. Y/n is sick today, so I need ya to watch over the restaurant. Call if there’s an emergency,” Osamu says. He hangs up quickly, and dials yet another number. “Hey, {mother’s name}, Y/n is feeling a bit bad so I’m going to stay home with her today.” He pauses. “It’s no problem, stay at work. If she gets worse I’ll take her to the doctor.” You can barely hear your mother on the other side of the phone, but you hear her small ‘I love you’. “Yeah, I’ll see ya after work.”

Hearing him so clearly dismiss your mother has you seething. You almost want to throw something at him as he hangs up.

“You’re such a dick,” you say as he walks towards you. “You don’t care about her at all. Fuck you.”

Osamu laughs as he sits in the chair next to the couch you’re on. “Fuck me? Oh, no, little girl. I’m gonna make ya regret those words. Come here.”

“Fuck you,” you repeat, crossing your arms.

“I’ll give ya until the count of three,” Osamu says. “One.” You don’t move. His face darkens. “Two. I’m not kidding, little girl. Come here. Now.”

His voice is more serious than you’ve ever heard it. A shiver runs up your spine as you stand without a second thought. You take a few steps until you’re standing directly in front of him.

“Good girl,” he praises. The words roll off his tongue like honey, and, unwittingly, your pussy throbs. “Now, bend over my lap.”

You nearly laugh. “No way, there’s no way. I’m not a child.”

“One.”

You’re bent over his lap before he gets to two.

“See, ya can listen,” Osamu says. His hand runs over your too short school skirt, flattening it down.

Your cheeks burn with humiliation. You can’t remember the last time anyone had you bent over their lap, much less Osamu, who preferred other punishments.

“Osamu, please, I’m sorry,” you whisper.

He lands a heavy hit across your ass, his large hand catching both cheeks.

You let out a loud cry as you jerk forward.

“That again,” Osamu says, shaking his head. “Ya know that hurts my feelings, little girl? Calling me by my name? Like I didn’t raise ya. Now, tell me why ya decided to hurt daddy’s feelings like that?”

Tears burn at your eyes. “I-I hate you!” You cry, tears spilling down your cheeks.

Osamu tuts and lands another heavy handed slap on your ass. “And why is that, little girl? Tell daddy what’s wrong.” He rubs your burning bum soothingly.

“Y-you’re mean to mom!” You sob. “An-and I hate you for it, Miya Osamu!”

Two consecutive slaps land on either cheek and you hiccup a sob.

“That’s where yer wrong, baby girl,” Osamu says, once again rubbing soothing circles on your bum. “Me an’ yer mom had an agreement. It’s not my fault if she gets her feelin’s hurt. She hasn’t said anything to me about it.”

You open your mouth to speak but cry out instead as Osamu spanks you three more times in quick succession.

“An’ anyway, that’s adult business,” Osamu adds. “No place for a little girl’s nose.”

“Osamu, it hurts,” you whine, squirming around on his lap. You freeze when you feel something hard poking against your stomach.

“There we go again,” Osamu sighs. He spanks you no less than five times, each harder than the last. Your body shakes from your sobs.

“Daddy, please!” You cry, tears and snot covering your face. “Please, I’m sorry!”

“There we go,” Osamu says, smiling widely. “That’s my good girl. What’s my name, again, sweetheart?”

“Daddy,” you whimper, sniffling. You rub your face with your sleeve as Osamu rearranges your body so you’re straddling his thighs.

“Daddy’s sorry for spanking ya, sweetheart. I know how my little girl gets sometimes,” he says, hugging you to his broad chest. “Ya get so bratty, daddy just can’t help himself.”

“‘m sorry, daddy,” you sniffle. You can’t help be be acutely aware of Osamu’s hard erection pressing against your sore ass. “D-Daddy, your...”

“What is it, baby girl?” Osamu asks, gently pulling you down, pressing his cock further into your plush ass.

You hiss in pain. “It-it hurts,” you moan.

Truth be told, it hurt so good. Each slap against your ass had your pussy clenching around nothing and now that you knew Osamu was clearly turned on... well it was making your heart beat faster.

“Want daddy to make ya feel better?” Osamu asks. He thrusts his hips smoothly, grinding his cock against your pussy.

You think about your mom. How heartbroken she would be if she found out about this and how your relationship would never be the same.

Osamu’s lips attach to the base of your neck and thoughts of your mother melt away.

“Daddy,” you moan, rolling your hips to feel more of him. “Daddy, please, I wanna feel better.”

“I know, baby, I know,” Osamu mumbled against your skin. “Daddy’s gonna make ya feel better, okay? Daddy’s gonna make everything better.”

Osamu lifts you easily. You wrap your arms and legs around him as he carries you to your room. You try not to think of the bedroom right across from yours that he shares with your mother.

Osamu tosses you on your bed and you immediately reach out for him.

“Wan’ you,” you whine, your hands grabbing at nothing.

Osamu pulls his shirt off and tosses it across the room before climbing on top of you.

“My little girl is so needy for daddy’s cock, eh?” Osamu asks, rocking his hips against yours. You moan and wrap your arms around his neck, lacing your fingers in his hair.

“Daddy, want your cock so bad,” you moan. He pulls back, drawing a long whine from your lips.

“Stop whining,” he orders. Long fingers come up to your shirt buttons, nimble as they unbutton each pearly white button, exposing the peach-coloured bra you were wearing.

Your cheeks burn, suddenly wishing you’d chosen matching underwear this morning, or at least something more mature.

“So cute,” Osamu coos, throwing your shirt away. “Yer so adorable, baby girl.” Osamu pushes your bra up over your breasts and leans down. He gently takes your left nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue against it as he teases the other with his fingers.

“Daddy,” you moan, clenching your fingers in his hair. He pinches your nipple and grazes his teeth over the other.

“Cute little nipples,” he mumbles, leaning up and tugging on both nipples one last time. He presses a kiss between your breasts and trailed down, leaving soft kisses down your stomach until he reaches the hem of your skirt. He looks up at you.

You nod. “Please, daddy. I-I want you.” Osamu makes quick work of your skirt and pink panties.

He kneels between your legs, spreading them wide. “Look at ya, such a pretty pussy.”

Osamu arranged your bodies until he was comfortably facing your cunt. “I could just eat ya up, baby girl.”

“Daddy, I want you to touch me, please!” You cry as he teasingly runs his fingers through your wet folds.

“I am, baby,” he says, smirking wickedly.

“More! Want you to really touch me, daddy!” You say, impatiently bucking your hips up against his hand.

“Settle down, baby,” Osamu says, pushing your hips against the bed with his free hand. “Daddy’ll make ya feel real good, darlin’.”

Before you could say anything, Osamu rubs his thumb in a circle over your clit. Your words get lost in a moan. Your head falls back against your pillow as Osamu leans down. He presses a soft kiss against your inner thigh before wrapping his lips around your clit.

“Samu!” You cry, back arching off the bed as he inserted a single, long finger in your cunt, all the while suckling at your clit.

He landed a sharp slap to your thigh without pulling away. He adds another finger roughly.

“What’s my name, little girl?” He asks. He pumps his fingers in and out of you slowly.

“Daddy,” you whimper as he licks deep into your cunt.

“Good girl,” he praises before leaning back down. He scissors his fingers, slowly stretching your walls. He ate you out in earnest, switching between slurping up your juices and suckling on your clit.

“Daddy, ‘m gonna cum,” you moan, gripping the sheets below you.

“Cum on my tongue, sweetheart,” Osamu says, pulling his fingers out. He rubs figure-8s over your clit and fucks his tongue in and out of your throbbing heat.

“Daddy!” You cry as your orgasm hits you. You cum hard, juices squirting on Osamu's face. He continues rubbing your clit until you start squirming from overstimulation. When he looks up at you, his eyes are dark and his chin is covered with your cum.

“Tastes so good, baby girl,” he says, crawling over you. He grabs your chin and kisses you roughly, not even letting you attempt a fight for dominance.

The taste of yourself on his lips has you thrusting your hips up, eager for more.

“So impatient,” Osamu tuts. He grabs your chin again. “So you’ll take anything daddy gives ya, right, baby girl?”

You nod, desperately waiting for something, anything.

“Open yer mouth,” he orders. Your mouth falls open without a second thought.

You can see Osamu gathering spit in his mouth and you let your tongue loll out in excitement.

“My baby is so desperate,” Osamu coos. “Ya want daddy’s spit that bad, baby?”

You let out a pitiful whine and squeeze his forearm.

You moan when his spit finally hits your tongue. Your eyes close as you savour it for just a moment before swallowing.

“That’s my good girl, swallowing before I even tell ya too,” Osamu praises. “Tell me what ya want, sweetie.”

“I wan’ you,” you whine. You tangle your fingers in the back of his hair and pull him into a brutal, sloppy kiss. “Fuck me, daddy, please.”

Osamu pulls away from you, breathing heavily, lips swollen and eyes dark. He quickly kicks his sweat pants down and off the bed.

“Come on, use yer words,” he says. “What do ya really want, baby?” He uses one hand to trace his cock along your slit, teasing your clit and clenching hole.

“Want your cock in me, daddy,” you say, hooking your right leg around his waist, pulling his hips down to meet yours. “Please, I want it so bad.”

You bite your lip as your eyes burn.

“Aw, is baby gonna cry for daddy’s cock?” Osamu teases. He pushes the fat head of his cock past your folds. You moan loudly.

“Please,” you moan. “Want more.”

Osamu pulls your right leg up and over his shoulder and inches his cock in your wet heat. He moans lowly.

“So fuckin’ tight, baby girl,” he says. Your eyes water as his fat cock burns as he slowly stretches your walls out. “Fuck, look how well yer taking me, baby.”

You glance down to where your skin melds together. You let out a low whine once you realise he’s barely halfway in.

“More, more,” you whimper, rolling your hips up. Every movement has him hitting another spot in you that has you clenching around him.

“Gonna take it all? Gonna be my good girl and take my cock?” He grunts as he pushes deeper. By the time he bottoms out, the head of his cock is pressing against your cervix and your thighs are shaking from the stretch.

“Oh, daddy,” you sigh as he stills. He’s stretching you in a way no one has before, and the burn just adds to the pleasure.

“Yer so fuckin’ full of me,” Osamu says, marvelling at the bulge in your lower stomach. He presses down on it lightly. He moans. “Gonna fill ya up real good, baby. Gonna make ya swollen with my seed.”

“Move,” you moan. “Want you to fill me up, daddy.”

Osamu pulls out slowly. He tosses your other leg over his shoulder and grabs your hips tightly.

“Oh, baby, yer not ready for me,” Osamu smirks. Before you can ask what he means, his hips pound against your ass, his cock going even deeper than before. A moan rips from your lips.

“Daddy!” You call, digging your nails into his shoulders.

Osamu doesn’t slow as his fingers meet your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in small circles. Your walls clench around him as your first orgasm hits you suddenly.

“That’s it, sweetheart, cum on daddy’s cock,” Osamu says. His hips and fingers don’t slow down as you gush around his cock. His pace seems that much more brutal with your overstimulation.

“Hurts,” you choke out. Your thighs tremble as Osamu continues his bruising pace.

“You can take it, sweetheart,” Osamu says. “Yer such a good girl for me, darling.”

Tears roll down your cheeks as another orgasm racks your body.

Osamu’s eyes roll back as your walls milk his cock.

“Good girl,” Osamu rumbled. “Creaming around my cock so well.”

You cry as Osamu speeds up.

“S-so good, daddy,” you sob as he grabs your legs and spreads them wide. You cry harder as he fucks into your cervix. “Fill me up, please, daddy! Want you to breed me!”

“‘m gonna fuck ya so full of my cum,” Osamu grunts, pounding into you slower and deeper. “Gonna knock ya up. Ya want daddy to get you pregnant, huh? Wanna be swollen with daddy’s seed?” You nearly bite your tongue nodding.

“Want your cum, daddy,” you whine as your legs start to ache. A high-pitched whine fills the room as you cum yet again.

“Fuck,” Osamu swears, his pace speeding up again. “Gonna fill you up, sweetheart.”

His cock twitches inside you.

“Please, daddy, please. Want you to fill me up, breed me! Want your baby. Want your cum, need your cum! Please, fill me up, daddy!” You babble uncontrollably as Osamu’s hips stutter.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Osamu moans as he paints your insides white.

One last orgasm hits you as you milk his cock.

“Daddy,” you breathe as his cum fills you up. “So good.”

“Yer such a good girl, sweetheart,” Osamu says. He pulls out slowly.

“No, no,” you whine, clenching around nothing. “Want you to stay in me. Don’t wanna lose daddy’s cum.”

“It’s okay, baby, daddy’ll fill ya up over and over again,” Osamu says. He moves until his arms are wrapped tightly around you and you’re laid across his chest.

He hums with satisfaction as you trace your fingers across his chest.

“Ya were such a good girl, darling. Took my cock so well,” Osamu praised. “Yer daddy’s best girl.”

“Better than your other girls?” You ask.

“Yer the only girl I care about, sweetheart,” Osamu says. “I love ya, little girl.”

“I love you, too, daddy,” you mumble. You yawn.

“Let’s get you cleaned up before you fall asleep, baby,” Osamu says. He easily carries you to the bathroom, sitting you on the edge of the tub as he starts the water.

You frown as you catch sight of your mother’s robe and reality hits you.

“Oh, god,” you whisper. You look down at Osamu’s cum leaking out all over your thighs. “Oh my god.”

“What is it, sweetie?” Osamu asks.

“I’m gonna be sick,” you mumble, covering your mouth. “Mom’s gonna hate me.”

Oh, she’s really going to hate you in three months, when a small bump forms between your hips and you refuse to admit who the father is. Osamu’s smug face whenever it’s mentioned doesn’t miss you.

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hotwings0203 · 4 years ago

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HOWDY!! how are u doing?? Its that person who asked if you would write something for that deku imagine that @candy-hime wrote, about you and deku forced to live together and you corrupting him it could be you or reader but I just love that concept of corrupted! Deku 😩🙏🏾💕💕

Thank you, have a nice day/night!! 😪💜

OH HI HAHAHA MASSIVE BET, I think I’ll do a little bit of both. This will probably be a little self indulgent but I’ll still put it as an “x reader”!

Tw:noncon, misogyny, the reader is a bitch, vouyerism

It was a dare by your friends to live with Izuku Midorkya for a month if you really could handle any type of man.

You’ve dealt with Hawks’ cocky nature, Shoto’s bland comebacks, Bakugo’s constant state of rage- you’ve done it all. Any type of scummy or tiring man a girl has to date you’ve seen in all of these men. They’re practically walking red flags.

Until you’re forced to room with Deku for a whole freaking month.

You just don’t get him! Why is he always so cheery? What the fuck is he smiling about? And who the hell is he baking for? There’s only two of you in the house, it’s not like you’re his girlfriend or anything.

You don’t buy it. There has to be some kind of catch to all this facade of a gentleman.

“Hey, Y/N?” He knocks on your ajar door and peeks his cute little face in. “Did you have dinner yet? I was gonna eat but then I thought I’d have some ramen with you-“

“Did I say you could enter?” You slowly lift your head up from your laptop and glare at him. “Are you some kind of pervert? What if I was changing?”

“N-no! I’m so sorry, I should’ve let you answer first, I just wanted to see if you were hungry-“

“God, what are you, my dad? Is that what you want? For me to call you Daddy?” Sneering, you jump up from your bed and stall towards the door.

Deku stumbles over his feet to retreat after seeing the look on your face. “No! Not at all, what? Come on, I didn’t mean any harm-“

“Yeah? Then knock before you enter closet perv.” And with that, you slam the door mere inches away from his startled face as hard as you can, uncaring if the low this on the other side of the wood was his connection to it swinging shut.

“What a fucking brown-noser,” you mutter loud enough for him to hear.

It’s odd how long you wait behind the door before you can hear his footsteps retreat.

A week later you decide to amp it up a notch. There’s no way he’s so fucking green, there’s gotta be some twisted thing inside him that makes him tick.

And so on the day of his turn to do laundry, you decide to dump your fanciest and sluttiest undergarments into the laundry basket.

He’s in some dorky apron when you catch him kneeling over the bag, ruffling through clothes and spraying them with detergent like the good little boy he is.

You perch on the couch behind the laundry room and wait. He doesn’t hear a thing with his headphones blasting some stupid happy-go-lucky songs in his ears.

Eventually he pulls out your lace g-string, and stares at the crumpled mass in confusion. He unravels the lace and stares at it for a good minute or two in surprise you think.

But nonetheless, like the chivalrous man he is, he shakes his head and slaps his reddening cheeks to get over the shock before reaching for the spray.

This was your cue.

You make sure to sound out of breath and extra irritated when you flounce over to his kneeling form and snatch the garment out of his hands.

He jumps a bit and takes his headphones off when he sees your hand descending.

“Oh, it’s just you. You scared me for a sec’ there,” he laughs sheepishly and rubs his neck. “I was just doing the laundry, sorry if that looked weird.”

“Looked weird? You’re fucking disgusting, Dick-u. I’ve been looking for these for days now, and where do I find them? In your grubby little hands.”

His jaw drops open.

“Huh? No, you’ve got it all wrong! It was in the basket, I swear! You must have misplaced it by accident or something.”

“Oh, so now you’re calling me a liar? You think I’m crazy or something? Im not the one sniffing girls’ panties!”

He frantically waves his hands to negate your accusation but you merely spit on the floor next to him.

“Don’t touch my shit again you fucking freak. Go buy a pocket pussy or something since you can’t keep it in your pants.”

At this, he pinches his eyebrows together and starts getting up.

“Hold on, what’re you being so aggressive for? I told you, they were just in here, I’m not that kind of guy.”

He steps towards but you don’t back down. Rather, you jab a finger in his toned chest and bring yourself face-to-face with him.

“Dont fucking walk up to me like that you douche. You’re the one in the wrong here, so I wouldn’t be so aggressive, like you said. Come at me like that again and I’ll fuck you up.”

With the lace in hand, you barely contain your smirk as you storm back into your room, relishing in how Izuku stands like a statue in the same place as you left him, his hands curiously curling into fists and his nostrils inflated.

But behind the safety of your door, he doesn’t continue any shenanigans.

He stays relatively quiet and out of sight for a couple of days, and you start to get bored again.

So this time, you put all your cards on the table and do a double whammy.

One night you call Katsuki, a fuck buddy of yours for a while and use him to help you get off.

You’re not really horny, but the blond side does have a way of getting you there. Luckily, your room is right next to Deku’s so your plan is executed to the best extent.

“Katsuki, oh Katsuki, please. Fuck, fuck yeah, ‘wanna hear you cum for me baby, I want you to bruise my cervix,” you babble loudly as you shove two fingers in your pussy and use your thumb to press on your clit.

“Yeah, you fucking whore, you like that? You like knowing that a shitty nerd like him’s prolly getting off to you calling my name like a slut? I bet you do, keep fucking yourself to my voice, do it otherwise I’ll bruise your ass black and blue when this month’s over.”

“Kat-Katsuki please fuck meeee dadddyyyyy oh fuck-Kacchan!” You cry out and cum violently around squelching fingers.

You put the phone down for a moment to catch your breath, but hear nothing from the other room.

Your face falls as Bakugo rambles on the other end. You hang up with him mid-sentence and remove your fingers from your legs, licking it off absentmindedly and thinking of your next move.

The next morning, you don the tiniest pairs of shorts you have in your closet that accentuates the shape of your ass and the skimpiest bra you can find that shows a peek of the top of your nipples.

You tie your hair up and amble out into the kitchen where he already is, reading something on his his phone and sipping form a black mug.

He barely darts his eyes and lifts the corners of his mouth in a hesitant greeting when he sees what you’re wearing.

He chokes on his drink and does a massive double take, juice spilling from his open mouth.

You raise an eyebrow and smooth your baby hairs, rolling your eyes and walking behind him to grab your own cup.

“See something you like?” Water trickling is the only sound in the room apart from your quip.

“Uh, n-no. Just swallowed wrong I guess.”

“Wonder why,” you drawl with a bored voice and edge closer to his back.

He’s hunched over, mindlessly scrolling too-fast on his phone to be deemed as actually reading anything. You recognize this form of coping from people like yourself who try to find distractions at parties where you don’t know people, just flipping through tabs to look like you’re actually doing something.

As you walk around him again, you make sure to train your eyes on his own, hounding he out for the moment he slips.

And slip he does, but only after you pretend to stretch and lift your self on your tippy toes in front of him, your shorts hiking up to show some cheek.

It’s only for a moment, but while the cup is against his mouth and his phone in his hand, his eyes dart to the exposed skin, then back up to your triumphant eyes.

“I knew it.”

He sighs and puts his cup down. “Knew what?”

“That you were a sick little virgin who gets off on staring at girls.”

“Y/N, I wasn’t-“

“I also know,” you raise your voice above his and slowly walk over to the table on the other side across from him, leaning forward and making sure that your tits squish together as you drop them on the countertop, “that last night you were totally listening to me on the phone with Bakugo. I heard your grunts and disgusting fapping noises. You don’t have to make it so obvious that you don’t get any.”

And this time, regardless of his indignation and frustration, he can’t stop himself from watching your hands trail up the sides of your bra and slowly drag the material down, down, down until your perfect breasts spill out and embrace the cold granite.

You honestly have no idea if he jacked off to last night’s call or not, but he doesn’t seem to be denying anything.

His mouth opens the widest you’ve even seen it. His face is beet red, and he visibly starts to perspire.

Your hands mold the soft skin and squeeze until your nipples swell and peek out from between your ruthless fingers, but you still look as bored and slightly curious as ever.

“This is all you’re ever gonna get, you sad incel. Take a good long look at them since I know this is what you’ve been wanting this entire time now.”

His mouth opens and closes, but no sound comes out.

When he groans and starts to bring his down down between his legs, you strike.

“I guess I really was right. You’re not some nice guy, it was all a facade. Can’t wait to tell everyone how fucked in the head you are.” His vision starts to clear as you sneer at him again and start packing your tits back where they belong.

As you turn around, you call out over your shoulder, “Oh, and by the way? You whimper like a little bitch.”

It’s silent as you walk with your head held high back to your room, sure that you had broken him and that he was going to take his loss with his own held low.

You don’t really expect to hear the thunderous sounds of someone dragging their chair away and positively sprinting towards you.

You turn halfway and your eyes widen as you see him barreling towards you with the most terrifying expression you’ve ever seen on him.

“What the fu-“

But you don’t get a chance to finish your exclamation, because Deku body slams you onto your bed and immediately seized your wrists above your head. You can feel his hard-on rub against your mound as he straddles your flailing body and keeps you pinned between his muscles calves.

“Get off of me, are you fucking crazy?” You scream and toss your head side to side, trying to arch your back to throw him off of you-which only succeeds in pressing your mound against his.

“You teasing slut. All I’ve done is try to play nice with you, but you just had to fucking push it, didn’t you?” He rages quietly, his arms shaking in effort not to snap your wrists in half. You still as his jaw clenches and trembles, his green hair hanging over his eyes that reflect nothing but malice and hate.

You’re scared. For the first time this entire month with him, you want him away from you and off of you.

“Look, I-I messed up, I know, I’m sorry-“

“-You’re sorry?” He laughs high pitched and you cringe when he thrusts his face towards yours, practically brushing noses and seeing his bloodshot crazed eyes.

“Yeah, you will be sorry. After today, you won’t ever fuck with me again. Or at least want to. I’ll do whatever the hell I want with you though since that’s what you’ve been so hellbent on achieving, right?”

His scarred hands waste no time in yanking down your bra the same way you did before, except much less gentler than you did by yourself.

“No, no, Deku please, I’m really sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.” You whimper and struggle again beneath him, which is promptly stopped with a loud squeal when he pinches your nipple.

“Shut up. Wanton bitches like you don’t get to beg for mercy.”

He smirks and lets his tongue flop onto your strained neck, slobbering like a dog all over you.

“This is what you wanted right? For me to put you in your place and fuck your needy hole? And you had the audacity to call me disgusting,” he laughs and draws back, mocking your wobbling lips.

“Oh, oh baby don’t cry,” he holds both your wrists in one hand and uses the other to caress your cheek, slapping it hard when you turn away from his touch. “You’re just gonna get what’s coming to you.”

He indicates what he means by grinding his hips against the front of your shorts, snickering as you whimper and dipping his fingers below the hem, teasing you cruelly.

“Whose whimpering like the bitch now, huh?”

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quicksilverownsmysoul · 4 years ago

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Soft Pretzel

A request by @ittoehurt in which the reader has been feeling sick lately and finds out they are pregnant with Peter’s kid. But she isn't sure if he would even want to have a kid with her. I put my own little twist on it, I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: None really, mostly pure fluff, a little angst

Word count: 1780

You were currently huddled over a toilet throwing your soft pretzel up. Jubilee was with you holding your hair back. “I’m so sorry Jubilee.” You choked out in between your sickness. You laid your head against the toilet bowl, much to her protests.

“No honey it’s okay.” She reassured you by moving your head from the public toilet to lay on her shoulder. You wrapped your arms around your stomach as if willing it to keep down your food.

“You can leave me here, go have fun with Kurt and the gang.” You smiled weakly and she just softly shook her head at you. You guys were supposed to be having a fun day at the carnival, when you suddenly felt sick and rushed off to the bathroom. Peter had wanted to go with you but Jubilee insisted that he couldn't just go into a woman’ bathroom like that.

“I am not leaving you here. You know that.” She brushed your hair away from your face. “I told you not to eat that carnival food, it always makes me sick.” She wrinkled her nose at the thought of even eating anything at the pop up carnival. Especially when she saw the buckets of grease that everything was marinating in. Peter had eaten something from every stand as you guys had walked around together and he was in no mindset to stop soon. But for once he felt his appetite disappear as he waited for you outside of the bathroom. His foot anxiously tapping against the pavement.

Truth be told you knew it wasn’t the pretzel was what had made you so sick. You had woken up on many occasions recently hurling into a toilet, you were always careful to never wake Peter up when you slipped out of bed to spill your guts. It had been a while since your last period as well. Your suspicions were confirmed when you took a pregnancy test a couple days ago. You had driven to the store to buy one after your morning classes. Peter wasn't home in your shared apartment when you took it, and when you saw those two lines appear you knew you were screwed. You had sat in the bathroom for god knows how long crying a mix of tears.

You and Peter had been together for a while now. You had met him in high school in your science class, he was your lab partner. He cracked some dumb chemistry joke and you fell in love with him right then and there. You guys started dating and at homecoming he admitted that he was a mutant, he had been so nervous on how you would react. He loved you so much and he hated the idea of ruining it because he was different. But you could care less, you told him that it didn't change the way you felt about him and when you said you thought his superspeed was really cool he was whipped. You guys had been together a couple years now, you had even taken the next step and moved in together, not wanting to spend the rest of your days making out in his mom’s basement. He had become a member of the x-men and you took classes at the local university. Everything seemed so perfect. And now there was a chance of ruining it all. You and Peter were in your early 20’s you two hadn’t even talked about having children, heck you hadn't even thought about it yourself. You didn't even know if he would want a kid with you, he was so young and this was both of yours first relationship. You felt as if you were going to tie him down to something he never even wanted.

You bit your lip debating on telling Jubilee what had been bugging you for the past few weeks. She saw your brow furrowed and turned to face you. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling sick again.” She got up to leave. “I’ll go get you some water.” You grabbed her hand before she could leave.

“The pretzel isn't what made me sick.” You admitted quietly, curling into yourself even more. She silently urged you to go on, sitting back down and taking your hands in hers.

“I’m pregnant,” You admitted, staring at your lap, not wanting to meet her eyes, in fear that you would see disappointment in them.

The bathroom was eerily quiet until Jubilee let out a happy squeal and tackled you in a hug. You nearly fell over onto the floor.

“Omg (y/n)!!! You and Peter are going to have a kid together!! They’re going to be so cute! Especially if they look like you, I don’t know how they’ll look if they get Peter’s genes.” She rambled happily. You let out a little laugh at her excitement, but your heart was still heavy.

She calmed herself down and her tone turned serious. “Have you told Peter yet?’

You fiddled with your hands. “No I haven’t.”

“How come?’ It wasn’t a judgmental question that Jubilee asked and you could sense the question was more for your benefit than for his.

“I just don't know he would even want a kid with me. We’re both so young and I don’t want to trap him into a relationship he never wanted.” You admitted, tears threatening to form.

“Oh Honey.” Jubilee pulled you into a tight hug. “Peter loves you so much, I just know he would want a kid with you. It might be a shock but he’s talked about spending his life with you.”

“Really?”

“Yes really, that boy is so whipped for you it’s so funny.” She joked as she pulled away. She wiped your tears away gently and helped you off the floor. “You should tell him though, it's only fair.” You nodded your head in agreement and you excited the stall together.

“Can you give me a minute to fix myself? I look like a mess.” You laughed.

“Sure.” Jubilee left you alone to tidy yourself in the mirror. The minute she stepped out of the bathroom Peter bombarded her with questions.

“How is she? Is she okay? Does she wanna go home?”

“Chill out she’s fine.” Jubilee replied, trying her best to hide her smile. She turned to Kurt and the rest of the gang. “Let’s go get a spot to watch the fireworks, (y/n) and Peter will catch up later.”

They left Peter to his thoughts and he began to wonder why she wanted to leave you two all alone. The longer he sat there the more his thoughts drifted to negative ones. You came out a couple minutes later and Peter was immediately by your side. “Hey I missed you, are you okay?” You smiled at him nervously and took his hand in yours. “We need to talk.” Peter felt his heart stop at those words, but squeezed your hand in response.

You led him over to an empty bench that was at some distance from the rest of the crowd. “Peter I-”

Before you could even continue Peter interrupted you. “Are you breaking up with me?” He asked in a small voice.

“What no.” You cupped his face with both your hands. “No, nothing like that I could never break up with you. I love you too much.” You kissed him softly and he returned it. You pulled away running your thumb absentmindedly across his cheek. He moved his hand to cup yours.

“What is it then?” You felt your heart pounding in your chest, drowning out all the noise around you.

You wet your lips before meeting his gaze. “I’m pregnant Peter.” You were met with silence and immediately you took it as a rejection and started to ramble. “It’s yours but don't worry I’m not asking for anything and if you don’t want to have the kid I can raise them on my own. I can go back with my parents and I-”

“You're pregnant?” Peter repeated softly a smile starting to form on his lips. “I’m going to be a dad.” You nodded your head silently. “I’m going to be a dad!” He screamed lunging towards you and picking you up. He spun you around in circles, his head buried in the crook of your neck.

“Peter!” You squealed. He gently set you back down and held your face in his hands.

“You’re not mad?”

“Mad? (y/n) I couldn't be happier!” Your face broke out in a smile. “I love you so much, we’re going to be amazing parents!” He took you back in his arms, holding you tight and pressing kisses to the top of your head. You felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off of your shoulder. “We have to tell the gang!”

Peter wanted to get there as fast as possible but settled for walking when he realized that the sudden speed might upset your stomach. “Peter I’m not that delicate.” You protested.

“Not taking any chances babe! You’re carrying very precious cargo!” He rubbed your stomach slightly as if there was a bump there already. You let out a light laugh and he pulled you even closer. When you met up with the rest of the gang the fireworks had already started. Peter scared everybody by shouting at the top of his lunges that he was going to be a dad. He slapped Scott on the back with a hearty laugh nearly knocking his sunglasses off.

“Watch it, Maximoff.” Jean stifled a laugh next to him. “Good luck spending the rest of your life with that idiot.”

You laughed and and Peter whined. “Babeeee.”

Jubilee pulled you into a side hug, watching as Peter told random strangers that he was going to be a Dad, they just awkwardly congratulated him and he smiled proudly. “I see he took the news well.”

“What!” Peter exclaimed as he sped back to your side. “You told Jubilee before me!” He proclaimed with mock hurt. You just rolled our eyes and nudged him playfully.

“Yeah cause she likes me better!” Jubilee joked pulling you closer to her.

Peter yanked you back to his side. “Not in a million years Lee.” He kissed the top of your head. You guys settled onto the grass with the rest of the group, you leaned back into Peter’s chest. He rested his head in the cook of your neck inhaling your scent. “Thank you.” He whispered.

You closed your eyes at his soft touch. “For what?”

You felt him smile and hug you closer, hands resting gently on your stomach. “For giving me everything I could have ever wanted.”

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moonctzeny · 4 years ago

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Baby

au+trope+prompt game: college!au Jaehyun + fake dating + it’s just so hard not to fall in love with you

pairing: jung jaehyun x fem!reader x asshole!yuta

other members as background characters: yuta, mark, johnny, jungwoo

genre: angst, smut

word count: 9,124

warnings: abusive relationship, toxic behaviour

summary: “When Yuta breaks your heart for the millionth time, you meet Jaehyun, freshly broken up and looking for revenge. You decide to start fake dating to get back on your exes, but your plan takes an unexpected turn. You fall in love.”

a/n: I really don’t like putting yuta in a negative light like that it’s just for the fic’s sake! also I literally used the name Naeun as Jaehyun’s ex because I think it’s SUCH a pretty name, NO correlation whatsoever to any korean celebrity named naeun!

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You knew it was wrong.

Looking through your boyfriend’s, Yuta’s, phone while he took a shower, was the arguably the tackiest thing you have ever done.

He was always distant lately, only seeming to make time for a booty call, and at first, you blamed your hectic schedule. Your major was demanding, to say the least, so when Yuta suggested that you replace your dates with some “quality time” at his dorm, you had no objections. You didn’t know that he also meant ignoring your calls, canceling on you at the last minute to meet up with his frat brothers, and keeping your relationship strictly between four walls and two naked bodies.

The thought of him meaning more to you than you meant for him ate you away. It creeped in your mind while you heard the water running from your shower, and lead your fingertips to tap in the password of his phone.

Opening his messaging app, you recognize his best friends’ icons in a group chat consisting of his frat members. You scrolled up, ignoring the latest massages regarding a party that the frat would be throwing in two weeks. You started to feel guilty, not exactly sure what you were looking for, when you saw your name at the screen.

m0rklee[00:10]: @yutassanhyung, i saw your girl today at the supermarket! why didn’t you tell her about the party next Sunday?

you[00:12]: what girl lol

m0rklee[00:13]: y/n?? i thought you guys were together?

you[00:12]: nahh

fairyteil[00:15]: eyy @yutassan if you’re done with her i know a couple guys who wanna hit it too

you[00:16]: be my guest haha

you[00:16]: don’t get me wrong she was bad when we met but shit is getting kinda stale

tenoutoften[00:17]: aren’t you on your way to her place lol

you[00:17]: hey hey pussy is pussy

Was that all you were to him? Pussy?

Yuta called you special, he called you yours. He didn’t like it when you were talking to other guys. He ripped your lingerie set because he didn’t want anyone else to ever see you in it but him. And then he dared to go around and call you a fling?

You heard the water stop running and knew you didn’t have much time until you had to face him, the thought alone making you sick.

You didn’t bother to lock his phone again, leaving the chat that made you so upset open. Grabbing your keys and a jacket, you left your place and hoped that Yuta would get the message and get the fuck out of there before you came back.

Your legs walked on their own accord, your memory leading you to the only place where you knew you’d find any sort of comfort. When Johnny opened his door, tears were already streaming down your face. He took the open tequila bottle you were holding and pulled you in for a hug. He smelled like weed and beer, and after hearing the “Is that the pizzas?”, you realized that your best friend wasn’t alone.

You quickly wiped your cheeks and fixed your sex hair that Yuta messed up, trying your best to look presentable. Johnny put a hand on your back and lead you to his living room. Jungwoo, your and Johnny’s friend from high school, was sprawled out on the couch, a little disappointed after seeing that you were, in fact, not the pizzas. Next to him, drowning in a bean bag, was Jaehyun. You didn’t really know him very well other than the fact that he took the same major as Johnny, so you felt a little insecure looking as messy as you did right now. His eyes were red, just like the other men’s, but you could swear his eyelashes looked a little damp.

Jungwoo’s words were muffled by the barbecue chips he was munching away.

“Yoo y/n, I didn’t know you were coming!”

You placed the tequila bottle on the table,

“Yeah, Woo, figured you wanted something to drink”

“Move” Johnny murmured to him, but he only stretched and sighed dramatically, shoving a handful of chips in his mouth.

“I don’t need a drink I need food. I’m hungry and I got the munchies”

Johnny grabbed his ankle and with impressive ease, dragged Jungwoo to the floor. The taller man sat on the couch, on the side next to Jaehyun and you followed his lead, letting a grumpy Jungwoo lean his head on your knees. Taking the lit joint from Jaehyun’s fingers, Johnny turned his attention back on you.

“So tell me chica” he said and took a hit, “who do I have to beat up?”

“Yuta”, you grumbled, “I’m ghosting this motherfucker”

You felt the vibrations on your lap when Jungwoo started talking.

“What did he do this time? Didn’t I tell you not to get involved with stupid frat boys?”

You started petting his hair, the softness comforting under your fingers.

“Apparently I’m not ‘bad’ enough for him anymore” you replied, throwing air quotes and rolling your eyes.

“Whaaaaat” Johnny drew out with a cough after taking a particularly deep inhale from the blunt, “you’re like the baddest bitch I know. Even now, that you’re all puffy from crying and smell like his dick”

You hit his shoulder, almost dropping the joint he was passing to Jungwoo, embarrassed that he would say something like that in front of Jaehyun, an almost stranger to you.

“I don’t know, man” Jungwoo started, and you could hear the smile on his face, “when girls cry it’s kinda hot”

You were contemplating how many hairs of his you should rip out of his scalp when the telecom rang, assumably by the pizza delivery man.

“Saved by the bell”, Jungwoo muttered to himself and got up quickly to open the door. While the youngest paid for the pizzas, Johnny held your hand, a bit guilty for his words earlier. He had a mischievous smirk and kept shifting his gaze between you and Jaehyun, who had been sitting in silence ever since you got here, occasionally smiling at your friends’ teasing.

“Fuck Yuta, man. You should find a nice guy to treat you well and fuck you even better y’know?” he started, and patted his buddy roughly on the back, “Like Jae over here”

Your eyes widened and you instinctively glanced at Jaehyun, ears a deep red and a matching shocked look on his face.

You cleared your throat, “No offense, but, like, aren’t you practically married to this girl-uhhh what’s her name again? Naeun?”

To someone who wasn’t listening to your conversation, it must have seemed like you tased him, or brought up a painful childhood memory, or asked him if he’d be willing to lick a lemon after washing his teeth. He looked away from you, and turned his attention to his nails, ripping a cuticle off in deep concentration. His voice was so quiet when he finally spoke, that you barely heard him. “I broke up with her, actually.. Like, three hours ago”

Guilt washed over you in an instant, not knowing that you scratched a wound so fresh. You wanted to apologize and even ask if you should leave the three alone, when Jungwoo grabbed the Tequila bottle and crashed on the couch clumsily between you and Johnny.

“Fuck love!”, he yelled, “let’s get wasted”

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You stared at the empty José Cuervo bottle rising up and down Johnny’s chest with every one of his snores. He was laid out on his couch, his tall height taking up all of its entirety, leaving Jungwoo passed out on the floor. Jaehyun followed your eyes and smiled at Johnny’s sleeping face, mouth open and tongue spilling out.

After the 4th shot, you found out that Jae was a pretty decent guy. He let you rant about Yuta while your friends were busy trying to see who could eat a large pizza by himself the fastest. You told him all about how you never went on dates anymore, how you looked through his phone after having sex, and the text conversation you found earlier tonight. He listened carefully, without judgment, and after smoking some more of Johnny’s staff, he opened up to you about his relationship with Naeun.

Or rather, how he found her fucking his roommate on his own bed.

You always thought of these two as what they call a ‘power couple’. Valedictorian meets basketball all-star, they graduate and have beautiful babies, while all the rest of us mortals can do is admire from afar. You would have never guessed the toxicity, constant cheating and manipulation that Jaehyun was recounting. You bonded over stories about cancelled dates, emotional distancing and feeling like you’re always the one giving but never receiving. If you were being honest, you would have never expected such emotional depth from a college point guard. He drew you in with his gentleness, and you noticed how different he was from Yuta, who engulfed you with his intensity. You also hated how even now, you were still thinking of him.

Just then, you got his third message for the night:

asshole [03:35]:come on baby don’t ignore mee, me and the guys were just messing around

you [03:36]:stop texting me

you [03:38]:we’re done

You locked your phone, upset and angry, and felt Jaehyun sigh.

“I know I’m falling for her stupid games, but I just want to get back at her y’know? Show her what she’s missing, that type of thing”

You knew exactly what he was talking about. During the past hours, you weighted all the possible ways you could make Yuta regret ever taking you for granted.

He was so charming that he could get laid with anyone he wanted (and probably did, even when you were ‘dating’), but even after what he said to Taeil, you knew that he hated the thought of anyone else fucking you. He wanted your body to be his, without having to deal with the commitment that came with that privilege.

You thought about fucking one of his frat buddies, but that would get you from being called ‘Yuta’s girl’ to ‘ΘΨΩ’s cumslut’, and your self esteem couldn’t take that blow.

Jaehyun’s deep voice interrupted your train of thoughts.

“Maybe Johnny’s right”

“Huh? ”

“You should date me”

You blinked at him twice, not knowing what to reply when you saw him wave his hands frantically in front of his face.

“Fake date me! I mean, you should fake date me. Sorry, the weed’s got me a little fucked up”

At first, the idea seemed crazy. Yes, it would make Yuta furious that you were supposedly fucking one of the hottest guys on campus. Yes, Naeun would get mad that she didn’t have Jaehyun’s constant attention that she so craved anymore. Yes, you two might have revealed your deepest insecurities, opened up your hearts to each other all while sharing a bottle of alcohol, but you had never hanged out together without Johnny being present. You had barely hanged out together, period. But wouldn’t that make it even more believable? Two of Johnny’s best friends break up at the same time, meet up at his house and inevitably end up together. You didn’t share the same major, so you wouldn’t have to put up the act too much at college. And with social media, making a fake relationship believable was easier than ever.

asshole [03:42]: fuck you. you think you can find someone better than me?

Drunk and lacking logic, you agreed on the plan, and gave him your number. You had just finished creating the contact on his phone when he suddenly got up and rushed to the bathroom, facing the consequences of the tequila and weed combo.

You passed out on Johnny’s bean bag and when you woke up on Sunday afternoon, Jaehyun was gone.

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You didn’t expect him to text you on Monday, thinking that it was intoxication that gave him the idea of fake dating and made it look brilliant. So when he gave you the address to his dorm, to further discuss your ‘operation’ you were surprised, but determined to succeed.

The plan was simple. You would start tagging each other on your instagram stories, to show people that you were spending time alone. He agreed to pick you up from your lecture on Wednesday, your classes coinciding on neighboring buildings. And for you final act, he’d come with you as your plus one for the frat’s party next Sunday. Mark was nice enough to invite you, after Yuta ‘forgot’ to do it instead, and Naeun, being Taeil’s sister, wouldn’t miss it for the world. It was the perfect opportunity to flaunt your new relationship, all while being on the opponent’s part of the field.

You started off innocently enough. After you and Jaehyun finished brainstorming ideas about the ‘operation’ as he insisted on calling it, he suggested you stay for a movie and some Chinese food. His dorm was cozy, a little messy, maybe, but it fitted his boyish charm. He had a nice collection of vinyls, stating that his favorite one was I. by Cigarettes After Sex. You were a bit taken aback by his love for dreampop and rnb, but the more you got to know him, the more it seemed to fit him nicely. On the wall next to his bed hung a display full of all of his sport trophies. He was known for his basketball skills, but you also saw medals for soccer, track, volleyball. Amongst them all was an English certificate and a spelling bee award. You wondered if he ever felt pressure trying to be so perfect all the time.

The movie was terrible, but Jaehyun managed to entertain you by making silly jokes throughout and mocking the actors’ bad acting. It was the first time you ever saw him crack a joke like that and be willing to contort his handsome features. So much better than the dream boy image he was feigning for everyone, but you didn’t know him well enough to tell him. The movie was halfway done when he picked up his phone and opened a camera app through his Instagram.

“Shouldn’t we take a story? Since we’re together anyways?”

You nodded and scooted closer to him. He was a bit hesitant as he positioned the camera to capture your legs that were touching, a scene from the movie playing in the background. It was a cute picture but nothing indicated that the two of you were more than friends. You pressed the X at the top of the screen to discard the picture, and placed his hand on top of your thigh. You turned around just in time to witness his ears turning into a fuschia pink.

“Is that okay?”

He nodded and regained his cool, taking the picture and tagging you with a red heart next to your username.

A couple hours after leaving his place you texted him, asking if Naeun had replied to his story. He said that unfortunately, the only person who batted an eye was Johnny, replying with a “ 👀 👀 👀 “ .

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You met up again the next day, at your apartment this time.

He looked nervous being in a place so foreign to him yet so personal to you, so you decided to turn the lights down to help him relax, insisting that you weren’t trying to seduce him or anything. He laughed at your joke but still looked tense, and you thought that maybe he needed some liquid courage to open up.

“Hey Jae. Want a drink?”

It took him 3 beers to finally loosen up and show you his dimpled grin again. You were sitting on the floor, facing each other and feeling comfortable in the ambience of the room. A Spotify playlist was playing in the background so it would fill up the awkward silence but wouldn’t distract you from your conversation.

“Wait wait wait. So you sleep without a pillowcase?”

“Yeah, didn’t you notice it when you came to my place yesterday?”

“I thought you forgot to do your laundry!”

His laugh was resonating and deep and manly. It made his eyes disappear and his face light up, not that it didn’t anyway - the guy could easily be a skin care ambassador, and you made a mental note to ask him about his moisturizer later.

You followed his gaze to one of your walls. Pictures were filling it up, memories of yourself and your siblings, of your friends from home that you missed, of Johnny and Jungwoo. You felt a little insecure then, comparing them to Jaehyun’s countless medals and awards.

“I’m not good at sports like you, so I have nothing else to hang on my wall”, you laughed awkwardly but he shook his head.

“No, I’m actually jealous of you. Everyone always seems to want to be around you”

“Except Yuta”

“Yuta’s an idiot, then. You are way out of his league anyways.”

You felt yourself turning into a blushing mess and looked for a way to break the awkward silence that followed his comment.

“Wanna share another one?” you asked him, shaking the empty beer bottle on your hand and he nodded. You started getting up when you felt him put a hand on your shoulder and pick up the bottles you had finished up from the table himself. He rinsed them off and put them away to the recycling bag next to your sink, the domesticity of the action making you melt. You watched as he stood on his tiptoes to reach a lager from the top drawer of your fridge, revealing a defined set of abs and two cute dimples on his lower back. You ripped your eyes away immediately, like you were caught doing something illegal, and he walked back to his spot next to you. As soon as he sat down, he groaned and threw his head back.

“The bottle opener was on the kitchen counter. I forgot to bring it”

Without saying a word, you took the beer from his hand and placed the cap in your mouth. It was a party trick that your older brother had taught you when you were 15. After finding a stable indentation on your teeth, you manipulate the rough edges of the cap and pop the beer open. You return the glass bottle to Jaehyun, who’s looking at you incredulously.

“Fuck me, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen”, he breaths out and you feel your whole face burning up. You opened and closed your mouth a couple times, trying to register that someone like him thought you were hot, when you felt your phone vibrating, saving you from further embarrassing yourself.

Johnny’s picture lit up on the screen and you mentally prepared yourself for the following conversation. You and Jaehyun decided against telling anyone about your relationship being fake. It’s not that your best friend wasn’t reliable, but if you told Johnny you had to tell Jungwoo, and Jungwoo doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut to save his life.

“John, what’s up”

“Eyy chica what took you so long?”

You looked at Jaehyun who had leaned back against the pillow of your couch and sipped on the beer you would share.

“Yeah sorry I was a little busy”

“Busy.. with Jaehyun?”

You tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, but you were still trying to recover from the previous incident.

“Yeah, he’s here”

“Ohh I see, little y/n can’t get enough of Jae’s slam dunks.. I bet he’s teaching you the bank shot, the opening tip, the double dribble, the fast break, the palming.. he sure is great for a rebound-”

You interrupted him, growing tired of his nonstop basketball innuendos.

“Why did you call me Johnny?”

“Damn, sorry, I just wanted to ask you what you wanted for your birthday”

Shit, you forgot about that.

“Just get me whatever, I don’t care, you know how much I hate celebrating anyways. I’ll get the cake myself, so no surprises”

Jaehyun lifted his brows and waited patiently for your call to end before asking:

“What are we celebrating?”

“It’s my birthday on Friday. I’m going to invite a couple people over and Johnny’s already stressing over it. Don’t worry, though, you don’t have to come”

“How can your boyfriend not come to your birthday party?”

You laugh bitterly.

“Well, it’s not like Yuta came last year. To any of my parties for that matter”

“Well, he must have made up to you somehow? Got you a very special gift or something?”

“If you count eating me out as a gift then yes. It was very rare indeed.”

You took the beer from him and took a sip yourself. You noticed he had his eyes glued on his phone, his expression gloomy.

“Is everything okay?”

He snapped out of it at the sound of your voice and turned his phone screen towards you.

It was Naeun, or rather a post on her instagram account. She had her tongue out in the picture, hugging two guys that were unfamiliar to you. You read the caption.

“One day the loser will realize that the diamond he thinks he’s playing with is actually a rock”

Jaehyun mumbled an apology. I guess he thought that you’d be a bit offended being called a ‘rock’ but you were actually feeling satisfied. Your fake relationship had managed to get her attention, and for Jaehyun’s sake, you wanted to rub it in her face even more.

You opened your camera app and placed your phone on the table next to you. He figured what you wanted to do so he sat up straighter and motioned to his lap. You’d normally be a bit hesitant to sit on him if it wasn’t for the two beers and your determination, that had fired up again due to Naeun’s words. Leaning back a bit, you set up the self-timer and he put his hands on your hips to stabilize you.

You had agreed on turning up the boldness of your pics, so you placed your hands on his neck, right under his jawline. He snaked his hands upwards and wrapped them around your waist, bringing you even closer. His eyes were glossy from the alcohol and he looked at you with an impressive calmness, considering the intimacy of your position. It seemed like he was waiting for something, the ticking of the timer urging you to take things a bit further and he nodded, as if giving you permission. You leaned in, and pressed your lips on the corner of his mouth, like you couldn’t decide on kissing his dimple or his lips.

After hearing the click you climbed down from his lap, and prayed that the photo came out in focus. Your heart couldn’t handle another retake. From the angle of the camera, it seemed like you were a couple in love, sharing a sweet kiss on the lips. You added a cute caption and tagged him, so he could repost it later on his own account.

It hadn’t been 5 minutes before your phone lit up.

yutassan replied to your story: what the fuck?

You smiled triumphantly and showed the message to Jaehyun, who laughed at Yuta’s reaction. He gave you an excuse about some forgotten homework and how it was late and he has to go.

“Remember, I’ll pick you up tomorrow from class, so wait for me”

After he left, you thought about your almost kiss and the dimples of his back for way too long.

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You exited the classroom with a growing headache. The lesson today seemed extra boring, and all you could think about was that you had to convince Johnny that it really took just three days for Jaehyun and you to officially start dating.

As promised, the pair waited for you at the end of the hallway, your best friend looking at the two of you expectantly. Jaehyun was a good actor, you thought, as he approached you before you got to reach them, meeting you halfway.

“Hey baby”, he smiled at you, the nickname turning your legs into jelly. He wrapped one arm around your shoulder, and kissed your cheek sweetly, making Johnny coo at the two of you.

“I can’t believe that I hadn’t thought about pairing the two of you together earlier”

He must have thought that the awkward body language and the silence that fell was a sign from you and Jae to leave you alone. He excused himself, saying something about “letting the young lovers swim in the pool of their love”, or something along those lines.

The two of you walked together, following the road to your next class that was just a few buildings away.

“So how has class, baby

You rolled your eyes at the insistent nickname, “you know that Johnny left us, like, 5 minutes ago, right?”

“Let me enjoy itttt”, he whined, “Naeun never let me call her anything like that”

“Why is that?”

He looked at his feet moving and frowned in thought.

“She said I was embarrassing her in front of her friends. I think she just didn’t want other guys to know that we were together”

You felt a pang of sadness and you realized that it always followed any conversation you two had about his and Naeun’s relationship.

“Well then if you call me baby, I can will you honey. Or sugarplum. Or pumpkin pie. Or-“

It was startling how fast Jaehyun pressed you up against the wall. In just a moment, he had put his hands on your waist, burying his face in your hair. You shivered when you felt his breath as he spoke against your neck.

“Yuta’s watching us”

All you could do was stay frozen in place, and listen with wide eyes.

“Huh?”

He chuckled at your response, but he replied patiently.

“Yuta? Your ex? He’s right over there. Figured we should give him a show”

And with that, he kissed you. Everything was happening so fast, that you could barely comprehend that Jaehyun, that was a stranger in the past weekend, was now making out with you at the hall, for everyone to see.

And that included Yuta.

You opened your eyes in the kiss and searched for him, spotting him with his frat buddies. His eyes were piercing through the two of you, and you saw Mark holding him back by the shoulder. The look on his face was priceless.

Jaehyun pulled back and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Thank you”, you whispered, “but I need one more favor”

“Anything baby”

“Slap my ass as we walk away”

Sure enough, Jaehyun took your hand and you continue your walk, momentarily stopping to make eye contact with Yuta and give you a little spank. It was something your ex loved doing on the rare occasion you two met up outside of your dorms, no matter how public the setting. You heard Mark yelling something at his ‘Yuta hyung’ and that’s when you thought, your plan just might work.

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You didn’t see Jaehyun until your birthday. It was just a small get together, but your place was starting to get a bit crowded as time went by. Johnny had been suffocating you with hugs ever since he got there, reminiscing the time you met as teenagers and calling you an old lady. Jungwoo on the other hand couldn’t stop asking about Jaehyun. You kept making excuses about how he didn’t feel so good today and might not make it. You didn’t expect him to come, of course. Just because you had agreed on fake dating, it didn’t mean that he had any obligation to be present in all your social events. The loving message he left on your Facebook wall was enough to fulfill the purpose of your current relationship.

That is why, when you heard a knock on your door, the last thing you thought you’d see was Jaehyun holding a dozen of red roses.

“Happy birthday baby!”, he exclaimed and gave you a kiss on your cheek,

“I asked Johnny about your favorite flowers, hope we got it right”

Feeling speechless, you took the roses from his hands and inhaled their sweet scent. You were dumbfounded that he actually came, and even brought you a present. You thanked him for coming, and he repeated the same thing he said back at your place, “how could your boyfriend miss your birthday?”

And even you were fooled, momentarily, when he held you by the waist later that night and sang you happy birthday. You blew your candles and all you could wish for was a love like the one Jaehyun was faking for you. He helped you clean up, and was more than willing to socialize with all of your friends. You admired how well he fitted in your social circle, already friends with Johnny and Jungwoo, yet so nice that even people he met for the first time came to love him.

You were sitting on one of your dining chairs, your two best friends already passed out on your couch. They had brought two bottles of vodka and your favorite tequila, but you weren’t in the mood to drink. You couldn’t help but remember the time when you practically begged Yuta to be there on your special day and he still missed it. You were scared that if you got a little drunk you would text him, or worse, call him, his sweet talk bringing you back to him all over again.

The only sounds resonating through your apartment were Jungwoo’s light snoring and a chill Spotify playlist playing from your laptop. A familiar tune came on, and you recognized it being ‘Nothing’s gonna hurt you baby’ by Cigarettes After Sex. You immediately looked at Jaehyun, the only conscious person still at the party other than you. He threw his head back and sighed contently at the sound of his favorite song. You saw him get up and walk over to you, reaching his hand out.

“Will the birthday girl spare me a dance?”

You slow danced in the middle of your living room, ending the night in the sweetest note. Jaehyun always felt so stable, so safe. You wondered how he got himself tangled up in that mess of a relationship with Naeun. Maybe it was the way he treated people with such kindness, void of any prejudice. Maybe he was a little bit like you, and didn’t think he deserved much.

“She’s crazy” you mumble against his chest, his confused hum making you feel the vibration on your face.

“Naeun. She’s crazy for ever cheating on someone like you. You’re perfect”

“I have my flaws”

You thought about how competitive he got when you played beer pong earlier, how his ears get red when he gets embarrassed, how he shows his dimpled smile in apology when he’s late. His love for drinking and how it makes him more honest, his trust in people that must have gotten him hurt many, many times. You liked them all, you loved them all.

“It’s just so hard for someone not to fall in love with you”

———————————————————

And that’s how the days went by with Jaehyun. You met up almost every day, in restaurants for a nice dinner, or hanging out in each other’s dorm. It was so much fun getting to spend time with him, that you sometimes forgot to make your meetup public on social media. You helped him with his math homework, and he helped you dye your hair. You even went to his basketball game, and he dedicated one of his goals to you, following every teen movie cliche.

You felt a little sad how it was all falling to an end. The plan was successful, for the most part. Naeun had asked Jaehyun to meet up later tonight, talk things through. You wished he wouldn’t go back to her, but you knew you had no real say in his love life. Yuta saw that he didn’t own you, that there were people like Jaehyun that were willing to give you what your ex had promised you, but wasn’t able to give. Well, not really, you reminded yourself. Jaehyun was faking it. You shouldn’t let yourself get lost in the fairytale, even if the past two weeks were some of the best of your life. He had proposed that you claim that the reason for your upcoming ‘breakup’ was differences in character, but you decided to stay friends. You were happy that at least, in the midst of all this mess, you met someone like him.

It was Saturday, a day before the frat party. You had invited him over, celebrate the end of your relationship with some pizza and a movie.

The movie was boring, but Jaehyun made you laugh. It reminded you of the first time the two of you met up alone. You had gotten comfy on your couch, sharing popcorn when you noticed. A huge bruise was peeking out from Jaehyun’s tank top, the dark color contrasting against his porcelain skin.

“What the hell?!” you exclaimed and scooted closer to him. You rushed your hands on his chest, your fingers pushing the fabric aside to examine the bruise. You found even more bruises scattered around it, accompanied with scratches that stretched longer than his top could.

“It was from the game the other day”, he tried to excuse, but you weren’t buying it.

“Jae, I was there. You played basketball, not WWE. Now who did this to you?”

He sighed and fidgeted with a loose string on his jeans, clearly uncomfortable.

“When I caught Naeun with my roommate, and broke up with her, she didn’t take it very well”

You kept staring at him, urging him to continue.

“She started calling me names, saying that she’s the best I’ll ever have. That I’m worthless without her, just a social climber trying to mooch off of her popularity”

He motioned on his torso, “When I kicked her out of my place, this happened”

“Is that the first time she acted violent?”

He shook his head. “Pretty much every time she didn’t get her way”

“Jae”, you started, placing your hands on top of his “this is abuse. Have you ever talked to anyone about it?”

“It’s- it’s nothing. It’s embarrassing”

“No it’s not! Abuse is not exclusive to any gender! Guys get affected by it too!”

“It’s embarrassing because I know I can physically stop her but I don’t”

His eyes were starting to water, the sight was heartbreaking. “I sit there frozen and just take it”

“Why?”

“Because part of me believes her. That I’m hopeless without someone like her, dictating what I can and cannot do. I don’t need a shrink to tell me that it’s sick. I have these bruises to remind me”

You were starting to get angry. Angry at that bitch for hurting him, angry at Jaehyun who puts up with it, angry at you, for not seeing past the obvious like everyone else.

“I’m not letting you go see her tonight”

He laughs at you, putting up an invisible barrier between you.

“Not letting me? Wake up y/n! We’re not a real couple, remember? We’re just faking it to satisfy our selfish needs. This whole thing is pointless”

He stormed to the door and you tried to stop him, but he was too riled up for that.

“You’re going to forget about me as soon as this whole circus is over, just like everyone else”

“How can you accuse me like that when you haven’t even let me be a part of your life for real?”

“Because now you’ve met me. Me. With all my ugly, all my fucking bruises. Is it still so hard not to fall in love with me?”

With that, he closed your door with a bang, not even letting you answer that yes, it was impossible not to fall in love with Jung Jaehyun.

———————————————————

History seemed to repeat itself, as you got a text from him the next morning, that you didn’t expect.

jaehyunnie: let’s meet outside of the frat at 10:30, i’ll bring the booze.

And that’s what you did, showing up with your shortest skirt, spotting Jaehyun sitting a few meters from the frat’s entrance. He was laying against the wall, his eyes red, and he gave you the same smile he always did when he saw you, as if your fight yesterday never happened.

“Hey baby” he said and pulled you in for a hug. You couldn’t resist the invitation, and felt yourself melting in his embrace. He smelled like weed and shower gel.

It was nice, how he proclaimed your truce, but you still had to get something off your chest.

“Listen, Jae, about last night, you were right. This whole thing is pointless. We can go home, if you want”

“No baby”, he started and pulled away just enough to look at you. His eyes were droopy but glancing back at you with such care as he moved a strand of hair out of your face, “we’re here to have fun”

You wondered why he was still willing to come to the party with you as your boyfriend. Maybe he wanted to do you one last favor with Yuta, or maybe he wasn’t done indulging in Naeun’s petty games. You looked at his forearms, noticing a few scratches that weren’t there yesterday.

“I’m guessing you and Naeun didn’t make up last night”

He shook his head, and rubbed his hands on your back, keeping your temper down.

“Did you get in a fight?”

“Something like that”

You didn’t know what came over you. It was anger and protectiveness, possessiveness even. You laced your fingers in his locks, letting his head rest against the wall. If Naeun wanted you to speak in her language, then so be it.

You started kissing his neck, on that part on the side that is tender and sensitive. You heard passerbys whistling at the two of you, seemingly getting it on in public. Your licks and sucks weren’t meant for pleasure though, you had a goal and that was to leave a bruise. A statement for Naeun.

You walked in the building hand in hand and followed Jae to the kitchen, where he poured you a drink out of the bottle he brought along. Looking around, you sensed a couple familiar faces staring back at you from the crowd. Taeyong from class, Mark and Ten, and last but not least, Naeun. You downed the drink in one shot and lead Jaehyun to the dance floor.

He put his hands on your hips, and swayed you at the sound of some club song you weren’t familiar with. You ground your ass against him and he hissed, keeping you close against him. A little voice in your head was screaming how this isn’t real, to him this is all pretend, but you ignored it. You wanted her to think that he was yours, that she couldn’t hurt him anymore.

“Why are you doing this to me y/n? Yuta’s not even around”

Jae turned you around, and you put your hands on his shoulders. He looked absolutely breathtaking tonight. You searched his face for a flaw, yet couldn’t find any. You wouldn’t change a single thing on him.

“She’s here” you said venomously.

He buried his face in your neck, inhaling the smell of your hair and trying to ground himself from his high. “I don’t give a fuck about Naeun”

He kissed your ear and your mind fogged up even more.

“She didn’t ask me to meet up yesterday, I did. I wanted to tell her that she and I were done, for good. I thought she wouldn’t be here tonight, but I guess she changed her mind”

What?

“Then why are you here? And why did you let me give you that big ass hickey?”

He stopped nibbling on your ear, and whispered to it instead.

“I’d never miss up on a chance to feel yours”

The bodies dancing next to you, the liquer you had downed a few minutes ago and Jaehyun’s words were getting too much to handle. You felt suffocated, unable to distinguish where reality ended and pretending began with you two.

“Jae, I need a moment, excuse me”

Releasing yourself from his grasp, you made your way to the kitchen. There wasn’t any fresh air, but there was plenty of booze. You poured yourself a shot and as you downed it, you felt another liquid trickling down your top.

You looked up to find out who managed to make this night even worse for you, only to come across the last person you needed to see tonight. Yuta.

“Shit I’m sorry”, he muttered and you avoided eye contact, thinking you’d manage to get away without him realizing it was you. Luck wasn’t on your side tonight.

“Well well well. Long time no see.”

Confidence was dripping from his smile, to his stance, to the way he looked at you. He had dyed his hair your favorite color, his white locks begging to be tugged and played with. To top it all off, he smelled good, so, so good. He smelled dangerous. Comfortable.

You immediately realized that you didn’t have the self control needed to resist him. Turning on your heel, you started to get the hell out of there when he held your wrist, keeping you in place.

“Wait, I’m sorry, you can’t stay like this, you’ll catch a cold”

“Since when are you worried about me?”

“C’mon y/n, please. Come upstairs, I’ll give you a clean shirt. No funny business, I promise”

You hated yourself for this, but you followed him upstairs to his room, like a pray falling right into the hunter’s trap. He closed the door behind him, muting the loud music and you sat on his bed that you were so familiar with. Looking through his closet, he passed you one of his t-shirts, and turned around to let you change with some privacy. It was comical how chivalrous he was acting, considering the unspeakable things you’ve done in here.

“Not like you’ll see something you haven’t seen already”, you murmured and he chuckled, raising his hands.

“Hey, I’m a gentleman. It’s my fault, after all. I have a habit of getting you wet.”

Blushing at his comment, you quickly changed into the clean shirt and felt the bed dip next to you. You thanked him under your breath and started getting up, when you felt him hold you back once again.

“Stay, just a moment. I’ve missed you”

“What do you want?”

“You, baby”

Yuta was the one who said it, but you swore you felt Jaehyun’s voice reverberating through the nickname. Suddenly, it felt like there was no air for you to breathe.

“That’s not happening, Yuta. I’m with Jaehyun now”

He scoffed, “Jaehyun? Naeun’s puppy? Come on now, we both know you can do better than that”

“Don’t talk about him like that”, you bite back, but he doesn’t budge.

“What kind of boyfriend leaves his girl alone in a party like this?” He grips your chin, making you stare at him face to face, impossibly close. “Look at you. Every single guy in this party wants to fuck you. You expect me to be ok with this?”

Yuta lets his other hand glide on your knee, moving up to your thigh slowly. He smiled at how easy it was to focus on him.

“Do you remember how I made you feel? How I reminded you that you’re mine? You were moaning so loud, Mark thought you’d pass out. You loved it.”

You wanted to scream, tell him that this was the past you, that you couldn’t take going back to him once again and get your heart broken one more time, but you felt helpless around him. The warm feeling was only temporary, it would soon evaporate when you face the fact that to him, you are nothing but a play toy, a possession.

And that’s when Jaehyun barged in through the door. His eyes moved frantically from Yuta’s hands on your thighs, to his band tee you wore, to your discarded top on the floor. He quickly turned red, the color spreading from his neck to his face, then landing on his ears.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing with my girlfriend?”

You instantly got up, following his thought sequence.

“It’s not what it looks like! He spilled his drink on me and gave me a clean shirt and..and..”

“And you decided to sit on his lap to thank him?”, he mocked you and Yuta laughed.

“Calm down, dude. I didn’t make her do anything. Besides, it’s not the first time y/n found her way over here after some disappointing dick”

Jaehyun grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up from the bed, forcing him to stand and face him. You moved between the two, trying to stop the catastrophe that was about to happen. Jae might have more muscle power than Yuta, but if the whole frat ganged up on him he would have to leave this place in a stretcher.

“Jaehyun please, let’s just go. Baby, please”

The nickname was the only thing that brought him out of his rage and made him listen to you. He let go of Yuta and took your hand, dragging you out of the room.

You were two hallways down when you pulled away, forcing him to stop.

“Why did you have to get so mad?”

“Why the fuck did you go back to him?”

“I didn’t! It was just.. so hard for me to tell him no”

You felt your eyes water with how pathetic you sounded. Jaehyun rubbed his hands over his face, groaning in frustration.

“Don’t you understand how much it fucking hurts? To see you with that guy that treats you like shit when I’m right here, willing to give you everything? When I’m in love with you?”

You couldn’t process what he said because in a moment, his mouth was on yours. The kiss was so different than the one you shared at the hallway of your campus. It was passionate, it was rough, and this time, he monopolized your attention. His lips were determined to bruise into yours, leaving you breathless and causing your back to fall against a wall. It was crowded around you, eyes prying into your intimate moment but to you, the only person around was Jaehyun.

“You smell like him”, he growled, sucking on the tender spot under your ear, “makes me wanna fuck his scent off of you”

That was all you needed to hear. You led him to the frat’s guest room, knowing that Taeil always kept a spare key in the lamp next to the door. Unlocking the door seemed like a tour de force with Jaehyun leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck, but you finally managed to stumble inside. You locked the door behind you, continuing your heated kiss, hands roaming around each other’s body.

He was taller than you, so when you felt him grab your ass with such eagerness, you almost lifted off the ground. You palmed him through his jeans, the roughness of his hard on making your panties stick from wetness just a bit more.

“I want to taste you” you managed through kisses, but he just unzipped your skirt as a response, pulling it to the floor in one hasty move. Petting your clit through your underwear, a shiver ran down your spine, spreading goosebumps all over your arms and legs.

“I don’t think I have the patience for that”

He walked you backwards towards the guest bed, taking his pants and shirt off along the way. You sat on the edge of it and admired his godly proportions, when you took notice of the bruises and scratches that led to your fight on Saturday. Suddenly feeling the need to slow down, you started leaving kisses over each and every one of them. You wanted him to trust you, give in to you completely. He had his flaws just like he said, but you wanted all of him. And you wanted him now.

“I need you, now”, you voiced your thoughts and helped him take off his boxers, revealing his hard cock. He was thick and decently long, making your mouth water and your pussy clench.

Towering on top of you, he removed your panties that were embarrassingly damp at this point, and by his smirk, you knew he noticed.

Jaehyun bent your legs next to your torso, making you expose all of you. He licked his lips as he dove into your lower ones, muttering praises about your “pretty pussy”, turning you impossibly wet.

Jung Jaehyun never disappoints, you thought, because the moment you felt the first lap over your sensitive bud, you got a taste of heaven. He alternated between licking and sucking over the spot that turned you into putty against him. You were already unbearably turned on at this point, and the changing pace of his tongue made you lose your mind.

Your pants and moans only seemed to urge him on, and after a few minutes of his careful treatment you felt yourself getting close. He must have sensed it, because when you grabbed the bedpost in an effort to stop shaking, he stood on his knees, and reached for a condom in his wallet.

You didn’t have time to complain about the denial of your orgasm, and started taking Yuta’s shirt off, when he grabbed your hands and placed them back on their previous position on the headboard.

“Don’t”, he said sternly as he lined himself up your entrance, “I want to fuck you in his shirt”

There was no time to think about whether his request was healthy or not, because when you felt him stretch you out, the only thing on your mind was him and his dick.

You let out a deep moan and he took it as a sign to screw himself deeper inside you. Your pussy gushed uncontrollably, filling the room with the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin. You unlaced your fingers and ran them down his back, ghosting them over the dimples that had affected you so much.

Jaehyun lowered himself, letting his chest touch yours, and you could feel his abs contracting over the fabric of Yuta’s shirt.

“I bet he’s never eaten you out like that, yeah?”

“N-no, never, ahh”

He sat up again, putting your legs over his shoulders and lifted your butt off the mattress, gripping your hips to steady himself before continuing his incredible pace.

“You’re mine, aren’t you baby? Mine to give you everything.”

The position felt divine. He was hitting it incredibly deep, reaching the spot that had you moaning so loud you were thankful for the unbearably loud music of the party. You were sure his fingers would leave a mark over your hipbones but you didn’t care, the pain only accentuating the warm feeling in your belly.

“J-Jae don’t stop - fuck don’t stop I’m gonna cum”

He leaned over, grabbing your face that was contorting in pleasure.

“Look at me when you cum for me”, he demanded, and when you rolled your eyes behind your head, letting go, he let out his first moan for the night.

He kissed your lips sweetly, helping you ride out your high.

“You’re so beautiful, my baby. So, so beautiful”, he praised and you submitted fully to him. He turned your body around, positioning you in all fours, and you wondered where the gentle boy you met at Johnny’s house went. His dick buried in you once again, spreading your juices around and the sensitivity of your previous orgasm made you aware of every single inch.

“So fucking tight”

Jaehyun didn’t go easy on you. He saw how much you liked it, how you were pushing your ass against his cock. He pounded in and out of you with the intention of fucking your thoughts out, and that’s just what he did. When the feeling got too much, and making any sort of noise seemed like a feat, you felt him push your hair back, and start biting on your neck, most definitely leaving a mark.

“I’m gonna cum. Fuck, I’m gonna cum”, he muttered, his voice wavering and you felt him release in the condom inside you.

It took a while for the both of you to regain your breaths. Jaehyun’s chest was heaving up and down as you rest your head on top of it, not brave enough to break the silence.

“I’m sorry”, he finally said and started petting your hair lovingly.

“About what?”

The bed was foreign and small but you both stayed still, wanting to bask a little more in the peacefulness of the moment.

“About getting so possessive, and saying all these things out of jealousy. I acted just like him..”

You kissed his left peck, listening to his heart that was starting to beat in a faster pace.

“Jaehyun, you’re nothing like Yuta. I get how you felt, I feel the same way when I think about you with Naeun”

He took your hand that was resting on his abs and planted a kiss on your palm. Your heart did a flip and you were pressed so close together, he sure must have felt it.

“I should have told you about her sooner. About the fights and how I let her go because of you. I was in denial about my feelings for you because-“

He stopped mid sentence, wary of the way his words would come off to you. Jaehyun was a proud man, but he opened up his heart tonight, admitting he was in love with you. He had already exposed so much of himself that you gave him the time he needed to organize his thoughts.

“Because I was insecure. That you would never like someone like me. That Naeun was right. That you were only interested in playing pretend with me and didn’t mean any of the things you said, and I let myself get carried away in a lie”

You and Jaehyun were two lost souls, trying to break free from the constraints your insecurities built up for you. You didn’t have to succumb to your masochistic tendencies anymore, wasting your time in heartless lovers because now you found him and he found you. Both unable to see any value in themselves, but more that willing to treasure the other. And that was enough for you.

“I’d be honored to be loved by someone like you. Baby.”

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jaehyunfirstlove · 4 years ago

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Could I request an extension/update to OBIY ? Please 🥺

Pairing: husband!jaehyun x f.reader

Genre: fluff, smut (18+ only)

Warnings: mentions of vomiting, pregnancy, unprotected sex, oral sex (f. receiving), breeding kink

Word count: 0.9k

A/N: so i'm not sure if this was for my 1k milestone requests but i included it anyway :) hope you like it, anon!

*Note: OBIY -> Oh baby it's you

For the third time that morning you ran to the bathroom to upchuck the contents of your stomach. You heard Yuno outside the closed door, addressing Jaehyun.

“What’s wrong with mama?”

“She’s not feeling well.”

“Is she sick?”

“It’s the baby inside her, making her sick.”

“That’s not very nice. You should tell the baby to stop it.”

You couldn’t help but smile, and you heard Jaehyun chuckle.

“Wish it were that easy, kid. Come on, let’s go outside and play.”

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The first trimester with your second child was proving to be much more hellish than it had been with Yuno. You didn’t remember ever being this sick all the time, and being much more tired and drained. The doctor assured you that you were still doing fine, but not being able to keep any nourishment in your body made you weak and irritable. You were grateful for Jaehyun being able to keep up with Yuno, at three years old he was a little hellion who wouldn’t sit still.

“I hate this,” you grumbled one night, when Jaehyun had to bring you your dinner because you couldn’t get out of bed. “Why can’t I feel better already.”

He just sat beside you on the bed, taking your hand and kissing the back of it. “It’ll pass soon, it did last time.”

“This is your damn fault,” you told him, only half-jokingly, “if you weren’t so hellbent on knocking me up again I wouldn’t be in this position.”

He laughed softly, his hand now on your thigh, rubbing gently. “I can’t help it if I love your body, especially when your belly is round with my baby.” He moved his hand then, up to your stomach, rubbing circles with his palm.

You bit your lip, your nausea and bad humor dissipating as his touch started to make you feel good, really good.

“Oh, Jaehyun,” you moaned, and at your reaction his movements got bolder and firmer.

“Does this feel okay?” he asked, knowing that you’d had an aversion to sex in the first trimester of your first pregnancy.

“Yes, oh, it feels so good,” he’d moved up to your naked breasts, fondling them under your shirt. They’d already grown a bit in size, and you knew Jaehyun wanted to take advantage of that. He cupped them lovingly, hefting them in his hand, making satisfied noises as he rubbed the nipple with his thumb.

“Y/N,” he groaned, lifting up your shirt so he could suck on a nipple, “so good,” he moaned, kneading and fondling one breast while he sucked on the nipple of the other.

“Jaehyun,” you moaned, writhing on the bed from everything he was doing to you. You felt him move the tray of food away, and then he was pulling your shorts and underwear off and settling between your legs.

“I want to eat you out, okay?” he asked, waiting for you to nod before he started his feast. You inhaled sharply when you felt his nose bump up against your clit, and then his tongue was swiping up your folds, hands gripping your thighs.

You couldn’t speak, unintelligible words coming out of your mouth, punctuated by moans and whimpers as he sucked your clit into his mouth, as he licked up your juices with his tongue, as he hummed against your pussy, the vibrations going right to your core. You couldn’t even warn him that you were going to come, just your hands threaded through his hair and your knees shaking as you came apart.

“Mm, fuck,” he growled, stripping off his clothes with such haste you thought he’d rip them. The look in his eyes was positively feral, chin still dripping with your juices, as he hovered over you, sliding his cock into your soaked pussy.

“Jae!” you screamed, back arching as he thrust into you.

“Take it,” he rasped, “you’re already knocked up, you can take more of my cum, can’t you baby?”

You nodded breathlessly, hands gripping his biceps as he pounded into you.

“Gonna fill you up with my cum,” he groaned, holding your hips steady so he could hit you deeper, “wanna watch it drip out of you.”

Your back arched off the bed brought your nipples closer to his mouth so he sucked on them in turn, one after the other, nipping lightly with his teeth until you were moaning loudly.

“Baby you gotta keep quiet, Yuno might wake up,” he whispered, but he certainly wasn’t helping with the way he was drilling into you. You squeezed your lips together, trying to suppress any sound but your orgasm was coming on fast. Involuntarily your mouth opened, a scream wanting to tear out, so Jaehyun clapped his hand over your mouth to shush you. The action of it was so arousing you came instantly, the scream muffled behind his hand.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, aroused beyond belief that you were aroused by him wanting to shut you up. He thrust hard inside you, spilling his cum into you, filling you up until you were leaking onto the sheets. Your chest was heaving, your lungs trying to take air in through your nose, before he finally took his hand off your mouth. You took huge gulps of air in as he looked at you, an amused grin forming on his face.

“You liked that,” he said cheekily.

“Of course I liked it,” you admitted. You just didn’t want to admit how much you liked it.

He smirked. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

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Thank you for 1k!

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bitchassbucky · 4 years ago

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Warning/s: nsfw! (literally) stalkerish themes. dark!bucky x dark-ish!reader. cybercrimes being committed. f & m masturbation. sex toy (vibrator mention). this is kinda meta, tbh.

A/N: the long-awaited part two of .exe mwahaha. we're delving not-that-deep into bucky's little thingy methinks. as always, reblogs and comments are welcomed! <3

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Jesus Christ, you’re insatiable.

Bucky barely woke up when he caught you masturbating with a rabbit vibrator on your bed—laying on your stomach. The towel you thoughtfully laid on was folded halfway. He assumes that you’re a squirmer too when you come. The Friday night show was his favorite though, shame that he didn’t get any footage of it.

His dick is already hard but he’s got no time to waste just yet. Clicking open a screen recording app, he gets to work. Bucky’s already got some footage of you sleeping, cleaning up, and tidying your sheets. In his little mind palace, he’d never let you do any of these things—he’ll be the one to change the sheets, he’d tuck you in bed too.

Bucky let the program run on the desktop as he went to get his breakfast. His mind keeps drifting back to you in his office.

How do you like your coffee?

Do you even like coffee?

You look like a tea kind of person.

Maybe he’ll ask you for breakfast, as soon as he learns how your morning routine goes.

When he came back to his desk, the bed was already made up (again). He got worried for a second until your face came into the frame, your glasses fogged up with vapor.

You bring the laptop with you to the living room, along with a big mug of… something.

He’s gotta learn what you like so he can like it too.

On his side of the things, he sees that you keep your word processor running in the background. More work, perhaps? He hadn’t had the chance to check out your files just yet. He kept himself busy with your pictures and candids. Bucky had his favorites all printed out—he, of all people, knows that technology can’t be trusted, so why were you uploading these pictures of yourself?

There were ones taken in your bathroom, he presumes. On your bed. In the kitchen. By a fucking window, for crying out loud.

He wants to be the one to take these pictures, to imprint them into his memory. Seared in his brain. But not yet.

For now, he just needs to get back at making sure you’re safe in your apartment.

You’ve been staring and smiling at your phone for a while now.

What are you up to?

—

Turns out Mr. IT Guy isn’t very social-media savvy.

All his pictures are out in the open for everyone to see. You wonder what he’s like in private, then.

Maybe he likes posting candids of his new girlfriends and deleting them when it’s over? For a man who has a face of a god, you’d expect to see at least a girlfriend within the past few months.

But he doesn't. No corny pictures, no hashtags of anniversaries, no tagged photos.

You spent your morning working up yourself with your trusty vibe, the image of him fucking you by the kitchen sink fresh on your brain.

Holy shit, does he have that effect on everyone?

What if you wander into his office after a shift and you’d find him stroking his cock? Would you close the door and never speak of it? Maybe you’d smirk and walk over him, sinking down on your knees to suck him off.

God, now you’re all worked up again. Horny, hot, and bothered. That’s good though, then you’d have the energy to finish the chapter you left a week ago.

—

So you’re a writer by choice. Bucky knew that much.

What he wasn’t expecting though, is you write the most explicit things.

The all-white collar girl he met last week likes to get fucked roughly. Overstimulated. Choked. Gagged. Slapped. Spit on.

He’s gotta show you how to make love. Slow, sensual love. Preferably after the roughhousing, that is.

Oh, the things he’d do to you—how he’ll worship your body, head to the tip of your toes. Bucky wants to bury his cock between your lips and praise you for the good girl you are. He wants to let you know that you don’t need to be degraded in order to come.

You just need him.

Bucky’s cock twitches in his sweatpants, still painfully hard. The thick vein on the underside of his shaft protrudes, waiting for him to just fuck something warm.

His hand will do for now.

By the time he got his hand gripping the base of his cock, he’s got you in fullscreen. The recording app still running in the background.

You’re busy. Typing. Researching. Looking for words to replace ‘say.’ Your sleep shirt is loose on your soft frame.

Bucky focuses on you, then. Imagining you on your knees, right here in his apartment. You’d be wearing those glasses you have on. He knew he had a thing for girls with glasses.

He closes his eyes to indulge himself in his own movie.

Your tongue laying flat against his girth, drooling all over the thick base of his dick. He’d let you take your time licking, all the way from his balls to tip. Your lips would close around his leaking head, teasing and tasting his precum.

One of his ties would be around your wrists so you’d learn how to use your mouth.

Bucky swears to God that he felt your mouth closing in on his cock as he pistons his fist faster. A guttural moan spills out of his mouth as his toes curl, the carpet gripping the pads of his feet.

“God, fuck—Y/N.”

Bucky forgoes any kind of underwear last night, only dressing himself up with baggy sweatpants. It was for the better too. He doesn’t think he’d come so much from watching someone—well, not just someone—on the screen.

He sighs, wiping himself clean on the underside of his pants. He needs to do his laundry soon.

Bucky looks at your face longingly from his side of the screen; God, is this how long-distance couples feel?

Maybe he’ll shoot you a text later.

—

Unknown Number: I hope you’re doing well.

Unknown Number: How's your laptop?

Unknown Number: Shit, sorry, it’s Bucky from IT. :)

Your head spun in three different directions as the texts came in.

Hey, Bucky! I’m doing well. The laptop is too.

Was it too curt? Well, you didn’t want to come off too strong. It’s not like he’s been on your mind for the better half of your weekend morning.

Your stomach made a worrying flip as the message status turned Read 10:44 AM. But there was no typing bubble.

Whatever, you’re fine. You’re a busy girl. A strong, independent woman who—

IT Guy Bucky: Good! Just checking on you. We had some downtime due to system maintenance last night.

Oh, it’s work.

No problems on my end! You type in quickly, sending it. To be fair, all you had in common was a band.

Hey, I have a question. It’s not work-related.

—

Oh.

Oh, he fucked up, didn’t he?

Y/N: Do you know any restaurants near the office? I’m sick of eating take-out food. Other than the hipster hideyhole you told me.

Bucky breathed out a sigh of fucking relief when he read your text. He chuckles mostly at himself and composed a reply.

Yeah! I have a non-hideyhole spot a block away from the office. You wanna check it out sometime?

You already got inside jokes.

Is 11:30 good?

Yeah, Bucky types, a smile forming on his lips, 11:30 it is.

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Seasons of Med: Season 1: Glad I Didn’t Make it that Far (A Halstead brothers + Halstead sister! imagine)

Trigger warning: Talk of eating disorders

As always, I do not own any quotes from Chicago Med 1x04 that show up here!

Your age: 14

Jay's age: 28

Will's age: 30

"We should go to a movie," your best friend Emma suggested when you were sitting on the playground of Central Chicago's elementary school one summer day.

You had been coming here since it was pretty close to your house to be able to read without worrying that your dad would show up drunk. He wasn't violent, he was just rude, asking why there was no food and when you explained it was because he wasn't going shopping, he'd scoff and tell you to get a job if you wanted to eat. It wasn't your fault; you'd tried to get a job, but no one would hire you because you were only fourteen. Most places required that you be at least sixteen and the occasional place would let you start at fifteen, but only with very limited hours. And, the places that let you start at fifteen were too far away for you to walk to. You'd have to take the El...and that would turn out badly if Will and Jay found out, even though your dad wouldn't care in the slightest.

"Em, I don't have any money. I'm literally rationing out my feminine products at this point."

"Hey, just tell me if you need any. Me or my mom can get you some. Oh, and some neighbors of mine run a little kettle corn company. They're looking for some extra help on the weekends and they'll pay you under the table. I can give you their number if you want."

"Really?" Emma smiled and nodded. "Yes, please! And, you're the best."

But, what you didn't tell her was that you hadn't eaten since yesterday since there was barely anything in your house and that your cramps were killing you and because of all this, you were feeling nauseous.

"Let's go to the movies. My treat."

"I can't let you pay for me."

"Yes, you can. Best friends help each other out. Now c'mon, let's go." You sighed and closed your eyes as you stood up. "You good?" Emma asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just dizzy."

"You wanna go home?"

"No, no I'm fine. Just seasonal allergies from all the pollen," you lied.

"Okay, let's go."

You started to slow down as you got closer to the movie theater. "I'm so excited to see The Longest Ride!" Emma squealed. "Scott Eastwood is just mwah!"

"Yeah, but he's- he's a lot-- I gotta, I gotta sit down," you stuttered, starting to feel more lightheaded and seeing your vision become blurry at the edges.

"Okay, let's get to the front where you can sit on the curb."

You slowly started to make your way there, but it was too late. "Em- Emma," you slurred as you tried to reach for her as your legs gave out underneath you, and then everything went black.

"Y/N!" Emma yelled as she squatted down next to you and pulled out her phone.

Just then, everyone started running out of the theater shouting something about a shooting.

***

Will's pager went off as he was eating with Natalie and the rest of the team from a taco truck outside of Chicago Med. And, everyone else's pagers were going off, too, making it sound like alarm clocks that were all set for the same time. Then, Maggie ran outside.

"Shooting in a movie theater! Mass casualties! It's about to get crazy!" she yelled to the doctors and other nurses. "EMTs are four minutes out!"

Not even a second after she finished her sentence, an ambulance pulled up with lights flashing and sirens blaring.

"Check that!" Will yelled as he threw his food in the trash can. "They're here!"

Then, all of them sprinted into the hospital, their main focus now being saving as many lives as possible.

"Another maniac gone crazy in a theater," Will said as he put something over his scrubs to keep them from getting blood all over them. "Is this the world we live in?"

***

You slowly opened your eyes to be met with the white ceiling and an IV in your arm. You groaned. "Where am I?" you asked as you rolled over to see Emma sitting on a bench. "Are we in an ambulance?"

"You don't remember?" Emma asked.

"You passed out, sweetie," a female paramedic told you as she put a blood pressure cuff around your arm. "Luckily for you, we came pretty quick after hearing about the shooting."

"The shooting? There was a shooting?"

"In the movie theater," the paramedic answered you. "You were lucky you didn't go in."

"Guess so."

Your eyes widened as you realized they were probably taking you to Chicago Med. You couldn't let your brother know that the most likely reason for you passing out was that you hadn't eaten since yesterday. They'd freak out.

"Am I good to go when we get to the hospital? I feel fine." You were still nauseous, but that was better than being passed out.

"You passed out, we need to get you checked out at the hospital."

"But I feel fine," you protested.

"I understand that, sweetie. But you need to get checked out anyway to make sure that there wasn't something that made you pass out other than the heat."

"She's right, Y/N," Emma said. "You need to get checked out."

You huffed. "Fine." Maybe Will would be too busy to even notice you were there. And, you figured your dad wouldn't pick up his phone, so you could just sneak out undetected when the doctors and nurses weren't watching.

When you got in, you were met by Natalie. "Y/N?" she asked. "What are you doing here?"

"It's nothing. I just passed out. I'm fine, really."

"Shoot," Emma said. "My mom's here to pick me up. Said she doesn't want me here because of all the press since I'm not hurt. I'm sorry."

You waved your hand. "It's fine. Hopefully, I'll be getting out here soon, too. See you later."

"Bye, Y/N."

"If you passed out, you're not fine, Y/N," Natalie said.

As you were wheeled past a trauma room, you saw your brother. Luckily for you, he was too focused on his patient that he didn't notice.

"Want me to get Will?" Natalie asked when she saw you glance in there.

"No! I mean, he looks really busy and I'm not dying. They should be the first priority."

"Okay, well I'll have Maggie call your dad because after all the standard tests, if I need to do more, I'm going to need your dad's permission since you're still a minor."

"Okay."

"Hey, Maggie," Natalie called, "Do me a favor and call Y/N's dad for me. I just might need permission to run some additional tests."

"You got it."

You got on the bed in the treatment room and allowed Natalie to listen to your heart and lungs. "Were you part of the crush?" she asked. "Did you get the wind knocked out of you? Is that why you passed out?"

"No, I got dizzy before we could get inside. I felt nauseous, too, but I think that was just from period cramps."

"The paramedics said you were dehydrated and that they had to administer an IV. Have you been eating and drinking properly? I know it's hot and that can cause you to pass out. Other than that factor, have you been eating and drinking normally?"

"Yes," you lied.

"Okay, I'm just going to need to get your height and weight and other vitals before we continue."

You nodded and followed her to where she took your height and weight. She wrote it down and you started to walk out, but she stopped you. "Uh, Y/N, come with me."

You followed her to the doctor's lounge where she handed you her sweatshirt. "Why are you giving me this?"

"You bled through your shorts. There's free pads and tampons in the bathroom if you don't have any on you."

You nodded. "Thank you."

"Meet me back here once you're finished."

"Okay."

When you got into the bathroom, you took all the pads and tampons you could fit in your shorts pockets after you had finished changing your dirty one.

Now, it was time for your great escape. No one would see you; they were all too busy treating other patients and worrying about the press.

You were almost out into the waiting room, but then a voice stopped you.

"Y/N?"

Shit. Jay.

You stopped in your tracks but then continued walking.

"Y/N, I know you heard me. Come back."

You sighed and turned around, hoping you wouldn't have to spill all the secrets about what's been happening at home.

***

"Poor guy," Erin said as she and Jay exited Sharon Goodwin's office. "He thought what he was going was right."

"I probably would've done the same thing if I were in his shoes," Jay agreed. "I mean, if I thought I saw a guy with an AR-15 in a movie theater and then thought the shots from the movie were coming from the gun, I sure as hell would've acted. Not that my service weapon can shoot bullets off as much as my sniper, but I'd try. Try and save civilians."

"Jay." Erin placed a hand on his arm. "You're not in Afghanistan anymore."

"I know. There's just some sick and twisted people in this world. Why would someone go into a theater with a leaf blower anyway? With all the mass shootings that have happened, that's probably the stupidest idea I've heard."

"I agree with you. But he's just a kid. He didn't ask to get shot. But, if I were in that teacher's shoes, I'd probably do the same thing and draw my gun."

Jay furrowed his eyebrows as he saw someone walking towards the exit of the ED and towards the waiting room. She had shorts and a t-shirt on with a burgundy sweatshirt tied around her waist. Jay wouldn't have given it a second thought, but he knew you had the same gray beat-up Converse because he had gotten them for you for a birthday present two years ago and you always wore the same polka dot scrunchie when you needed your hair to be in a bun and needed it to be tight.

"Is that?..." Erin trailed off.

"I think so," Jay answered, quickening his pace to catch up with you before you got out of the ED and he lost sight of you due to the number of people in the waiting room. "Y/N!" he yelled.

The girl he thought was you froze for a split second and then continued walking, this time at a faster pace. That was all the confirmation he needed. "Y/N, I know you heard me. Come back."

You sighed and turned around.

"I was going to tell you," you mumbled once you were in front of him.

He scoffed and crossed his arms across his chest. "Yeah? And when were you planning on calling Dad? You know you're a minor so a parent needs to be notified."

"Y/N!" Natalie yelled. "I thought you left, I was so close to getting security to look for you. We couldn't get a hold of your dad and were going to call Jay since he's your secondary emergency contact, but he's here now, so if both of you could follow me then that'd be great."

"You got it from here, Erin?" Jay asked.

"Yeah, text me if you need me to pick you up and bring you back to the district."

"Will do. Don't let Voight bust my balls because I skipped out."

"I'll tell him Y/N had a medical emergency. He'll understand."

"Thanks."

You, Natalie, and Jay walked back into the treatment room where Natalie had been previously treating you.

"First of all, let me just say it was not a medical emergency," you told your brother.

"Oh yeah? Then why are you here?" he asked.

"I was feeling nauseous."

"And you came to the ED just because of some nausea?" He raised an eyebrow. He so knew you were lying.

Meanwhile, Will was walking out of a trauma room after Rhodes brought a victim up to surgery.

"Hey. You hear?" Reese asked as she walked up to the doctor. "The kid at the theater, the one who got shot, he didn't have a gun, he had a leaf blower."

"What?" Will asked, stunned. He had worked on that kid and knew that it wasn't good.

"Yeah, turns out it was some kind of prank." She was about to turn around to leave, but then stopped. "Oh, and your sister's here. Treatment one."

"What? Why?"

"I think she passed out or something. Dr. Manning's in there with her right now."

"Thanks, Reese."

Will barged into your treatment room. "So, she comes into the ED and nobody has the common decency to even notify me?" he asked rhetorically.

"You were busy treating other patients, Will. I was going to get around to it eventually," Natalie said.

"Natalie, please just finish explaining what happened. Or just start from the beginning because Will's here now," Jay suggested, not wanting to have to break up an argument between the two doctors.

Now it was Will who was the one who crossed his arms over his chest.

"So, Will, what happened was that Y/N passed out. She was almost inside the movie theater, but she passed out, so she didn't go in."

"The movie theater where the shooting happened?" Jay asked. You nodded. "Jesus, kid, if you would've gotten inside, you would've given both me and Will heart attacks."

"Sorry. But, I'm glad I didn't get that far."

"Yeah, us too," Will agreed. "So, why'd she pass out?"

"Can I talk to you two for a minute? Outside?"

They nodded. "Be right back," Jay told you.

"So, what's going on?" Jay asked once the three were safely outside of the room and out of earshot from you.

"Have you noticed anything strange with her eating habits lately? Any skipping meals? Going to the bathroom right after meals? Not wanting to eat?" Natalie asked the two brothers.

"No, nothing," Jay answered. "Granted, we don't eat with her a lot because she lives with our dad and we both live on our own."

"Okay, because since her physical check-up a month and a half ago, Y/N's lost fifteen pounds."

"Fifteen?" Will asked, flabbergasted.

"I thought she looked smaller, but I just thought I was hallucinating from lack of sleep because of all the crazy cases we've had," Jay said.

"No, she's lost fifteen pounds since her last check-up," Dr. Manning reiterated.

"So, what are you saying?" Will asked. "Our sister's anorexic? Bulimic?"

"I'm not saying any of those yet. But, I talked to Dr. Charles while Y/N was in the bathroom and she said to try and have her eat something, like the greasiest thing you can find in the cafeteria, and see what she does. We'll even leave the room after to chat and I'll have Maggie keep an eye on the bathrooms to see if she goes in there. If she refuses to eat or freaks out over it, then we might be dealing with anorexia. If she goes into the bathroom after, we might be dealing with bulimia. Or, it could be a combination of the two or just possibly her trying to lose weight. Has she ever mentioned wanting to lose weight to either of you?"

"No, not all," Jay answered. "Even when we went out after her last day of school, which I think was about two weeks after she had that physical, she ate a ton and she didn't go to the bathroom right after."

"But you did go home right after," Will pointed out.

"Yeah."

"But, with some bulimics, if they know that the food has already been digested, they won't try to purge. And, it sounds like the food had time to digest."

"Alright, I'll go grab her a bacon cheeseburger."

"And a side of mac n cheese," Jay suggested. "She loves that stuff." Will started to walk out, but Jay stopped him once more. "Can you pick me up a bacon cheeseburger, too? I'm hungry."

Will rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but just so you know, you're paying me back."

"I know," Jay said and then went back inside the treatment room.

"Where's Will?" you asked.

"He's getting you some food. How does a bacon cheeseburger and mac n cheese sound?"

God, your mouth watered just at the thought of the bacon cheeseburger alone. The juicy patty, melty cheese, and crispy bacon, yum. And, you hadn't had a burger in who knows how long.

"That sounds amazing honestly," you answered.

"Okay, good because that's what Will's getting you." He paused. "Is everything okay with Dad? Everything good at home?"

"Yeah, everything's fine," you lied.

"Did someone tell you that you were fat at all?"

Shit, he knew I'd lost weight. "No," you answered. "I guess I'm not just mindlessly snacking when I'm doing homework anymore. It's not like I'm trying to lose weight."

No way were you going to tell him that there was rarely any food in the house, not here anyway.

"Okay, good," Jay answered. Then, he looked out of the room to see Will talking with Natalie. But, they were close enough that you could hear them, so you turned your attention to the two as well.

"Hey, Nat," Will said, carrying a bag with three cheeseburgers and a side of mac n cheese.

"Yeah?" she asked.

"I'm thinking, I only live a mile from you. So, when you go into labor, call me. I'll drive you here."

"Thanks, but...you know it could be three in the morning, right?"

"Sleep's overrated anyway."

Then, Will made his way back into your treatment room. "I wanna take you to the hospital," Jay mocked. "Very smooth, Will, very smooth."

"Will's got a crush, Will's got a crush," you said in a sing-song voice.

"Would you two knuckleheads keep it down? And no, I do not have a crush, I was just trying to be helpful."

Jay scoffed. "Yeah right. You totally have a crush on her, man. Now, give us the food and we won't say anything."

***

"Everything seem normal?" Natalie asked Will as Jay was still sitting with you after the three of you had finished your food.

"Yeah, she ate a little faster than normal, but we waited an hour and she didn't even get up to go to the bathroom, so I don't think that's the issue. She told Jay she wasn't trying to lose weight. She said she just wasn't mindlessly eating anymore when she was doing homework. But, I don't think that could make her lose fifteen pounds. Do you?"

"No. But unfortunately, given her height and age, she still has a normal BMI, so we can't do anything."

"Yeah, I get it. Me and Jay will keep an eye on her. It was around this time when our dad just kind of checked out on parenting us."

"What do you mean?"

"He wouldn't cook or really help us with anything. But, it was okay because our Mom was still around, so she'd cook and help us with things. He just thought we were old enough to deal with stuff on our own."

"Things that a teenager without another parent still needs help with."

"Exactly."

Jay poked his head out of the room. "Everything good? Y/N's asking when she can leave."

Will rolled his eyes. "Wonder where she gets that from."

"Shut up."

"I'll grab you the discharge papers," Natalie said and then walked to a nurse's station.

Just then, Will's pager went off. "I gotta go." He fished into the pocket of his scrubs. "You can take my car home and then just come pick me up from work and we can drive back to the district to get your truck. That way you don't have to bug Erin."

"Thanks, man. Go save some lives."

Natalie came back and handed him the discharge papers.

"Thanks, Nat. Me and Will will be sure to keep an eye on her, maybe have her over for dinner once or twice a week to monitor her eating habits."

"That's a good idea. Good luck with all this. Will told me that this was around the time that your dad clocked out on you, so maybe pay him a visit when Y/N's not there and check? I don't know if that's something you'd want to do or not."

Jay nodded. "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks."

"No problem."

Jay signed the discharge papers and then walked back into the room. "Good news."

"We can leave?" you asked excitedly as you sat up.

"We can leave," he confirmed.

***

You got out of the car and stood on the stoop of your house, Jay right next to you. "Jay," you started, "I have to tell you something."

"Okay, what is it? You can tell me anything."

You opened your mouth to tell him that there was barely any food in the house and that your dad refused to buy you feminine hygiene products because, by his logic, if he had another son, he wouldn't need to buy them, so you should buy them yourself.

But then, the door opened, revealing your dad.

"I was just going to say thanks for staying with me at the hospital. I would've left if you didn't stop me."

"You're welcome."

"Care to tell me where you've been?" your dad asked.

You knew he was just putting on a show because Jay was there.

"I was at the park and then me and Emma were going to see a movie and then--" your phone buzzed, alerting you that you had a text message.

"I've got it from here, Y/N. Dad, can I come inside?"

Pat Halstead nodded and you walked inside followed by your brother. "I'm gonna go upstairs and change," you said.

As you walked past the kitchen, you noticed a bunch of grocery bags, all of them full. He must've gone grocery shopping. At least you didn't have to worry about food for the next few days. But, you didn't know if he just did that because he finally listened to his voice mails and heard that you were in the hospital and were worried that they were going to find out that he was an unfit parent or because he finally came to his senses and realized that he was still responsible for you because you were a minor, which meant he needed to have food in the house.

As you walked upstairs, you checked your phone. It was Emma's neighbor asking if you could start helping her with kettle corn this Saturday. You responded with a yes because now, if your dad went back to not buying groceries, at least you'd be able to buy some for yourself.

A/N: Sorry this one was so short! It's kind of just to foreshadow the next installment of this. And, in the next installment, I will probably combine Seasons of PD: Season 4 and Seasons of Med: Season 2 because the storylines kind of go together. Anyway, thank you for reading! Please reblog/like and comment and tell me what you think! As always, if you want to be added to the taglist, just tell me and I’ll be happy to add you!

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