#if I don’t wait then I’ll want to put pt 8 out as soon as I post pt 7

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Miguel hit up my line btw and he said we need more GymRat! or else 😼🐺

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{Stray kids with a teasing S/O}

Written!reaction

Pt.2

Warnings:suggestive, not proof read

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𝐇𝐀𝐍

* he LOVES when you make him blush or atleast try too, he wants to act all manly but that stop the second you make him hold eye contact or if you bite his cheek but he still puts up a bit of a fight

* but teasing him normally consists of you tricking him into something almost like a prank, except your the only one laughing he’s just in a corner hiding his face in his hands because he’s redder than a tomato.

* “I’ll bet you a cuddles sesh that you can’t win me in a staring contest” you offered relatively calm as to not give away the plan, “DEAL?!” He responds almost instantly. I’m sure he thought he was gunna earn a free cuddle sesh I mean how hard is it to not blink he thought, what he didn’t think about was the fact your doing to have to stare into eachothers eyes, he loves looking into your eyes but only when you don’t know it, but the fact that your gunna stare back will break him

* “ok you ready hannie?” You say, sitting across from him on the floor. “Yup!!” He said like an eager dog as you both close your eyes “ok! 1…2…3 GO” both your eyes shot open, his eyes wide but yours relaxed…calm “oh my god they are giving me the look..” he thought. After 8 seconds he couldn’t handle your eyes on him which made him turn his head to look away while trying to keep his watering eyes open. This was all according to plan.

* you reach over to hands face to grab his chin, once you pinched the sides of his face you turn his face back at you, slowly but firmly, once he realizes he can’t get away his face heated up but nothing could have prepared him for what u did next. You lean In closely, eyes still open and faintly whisper “eyes on me baby.” He jitters a bit before nodding back. Suprising none of this has made him blink…so…you had to play a little dirty, just a light blow from your lips made his eyes flutter shut

* “w-WAIT that n-not fair! You cheater!” He whines while covering his face. You chuckle at the way he desperately tries to hide his flustered face. Pulling his hands away from his face to be met with red cheeks and a few tears due to his dry eyes.

* “don’t be sad baby, we’ll still gunna cuddle” he huffed and crosses his arms while puffing his cheeks in an upset manner… “fine” in his defeat he stands up along with your a tails behind you to your room. You open the door and step out of the way so Han can walk in first “for you my princess!” “DONT SAY THAA!”

𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱

* hes very polite, every compliment you give he always says “thank you” no matter how flushed his face is. But every now and then you get creative enough to make him stop and proceed and you said before responding. And he loves them the most right before of after bed, he just wants you to hold him close on a lazy morning and whisper everything you love about him

* bright and early, way to early for your taste but your in luck because it’s break which means you and your sunshine can sleep all day, but for now you are both awake in each others arms

* his eyes flutter open to make contact with yours, “good morning beautiful” you whisper. Felix giggles under his breath before muttering a “thank you” like he always does, but you crave a cuter reaction. Which was very easy since he just woke up and he was a bit “loopy”

* you slowly lift up his shirt so u can gain access to his waist, slowly dragging your nails up his side causing him to shiver. “That’s tickles…” he spoke softly trying to fall back asleep, “you love it~” you teased, you continue dragging your nails up and down his side awaiting his response, but he didn’t which worried you, you stop your movements and look down to your chest where Felix was cuddling into, but you were met with a confused smile and wide eyes.

* you giggle at him “heh did I get ya?” You spoke at his sides in a joking manner. He nodded slowly soon that confused smile broke into a chuckle, “yeah I’m gunna be honest you did…I didn’t expect that to get a rise out of me…” he tucks his head back into your chest to hide the embarrassment. But it’s little moments like this that you both love.

𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧

* hes the kind to flaunt the fact that you got a rise out of him ifywim, like “oh well you got me!! Do it again.” It’s like an inside joke, not really inside tho he’s very vocal~

* you were just about to leave the house to go shopping with your boyfriend, but your shoe got untied and let’s be honest you were to lazy to tie it yourself soo… “Minnie Baby be a dear and tie my shoe!!” He groaned in protest but he knew he can never say no to you, he huffed and dropped to his knees to angrily tie your shoe while looking up at you with an annoyed glare, all jokes of course but you had to flirt just a bit.

* after he finished tying your shoe he huffed once again while crossing his arms nows your chance, “Aw don’t you look cute underneath me~” you chuckle out while keeping eye contact, at first he was shocked but he does what he always does, he accepts it. He grabs on to your hand before pulling out his puppy dog eyes “you think I’m cute~” he lets out a small giggle at the end of his sentence due to him flushed face.

*this is not the first time you’ve made a move like this but the more you do the more crazy his reaction gets. If you dare put your hand on his cheek to push him down he will fold.

𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧

* almost the same as Seungmin except he Seungmin can hold himself together (mostly) whole innie can’t, it’s adorable.

* after a very long day for innie he can finally relax in the comfort of your presence, in fact you were nice enough to offer him a massage, just a simple back massage, or atleast that’s what he thought

* pushing into his muscle with just the right pressure to make him groan, he is not quiet every second you touch him he makes a noise he really likes massages ok. After a while of listening to his vocals you had to make a little comment “Aw you like that innie??~” what u didn’t expect from a timid guy like him was for him to respond in a broken tone “o-oh yes I do!!” You both stopped immediately, taking a second to process what your shy boy just said, meanwhile every quiet moment is making jeongins face redder and redder. After 10 seconds you continue the message while you whisper a “yeah I can tell baby” which made him bury his head in his hands. How cute

*none of that made him any less quiet. But never will he ever tell you how obsessed he is with your teasing actions.

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Part two babes!!!

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ISEKAI YANDERE STRAWHATS X BLACK FEM READER PT 10

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Nami knew she had gotten under Law’s skin, she didn’t even need to look back to know the look he had was priceless. Nami and Robin both knew the boys were crushing hard, even Luffy. She even considered you a girl crush. The lingering stares they all had when you walked by, no matter who it was they couldn’t keep their eyes off of you.

I guess it was because you were so very different in every way. You were an alien to them. A beautiful and charming being that was gifted to them from the man above. You wanting to leave them broke their hearts, you were like their last missing puzzle piece.

Nami sat back down with the minks enjoying the rest of the night while Law decided it was best to make his way to you, you’d been gone for fifteen minutes now.

Zoro had laughed so hard there were now tears in his eyes. You couldn’t help but bite your lip to keep yourself from smirking. Zoro was a sight for sore eyes even though he didn’t acknowledge it.

“ Y/N you always surprise me. That’s why I like you” he said wiping a stray tear from his eye.

“ Well it is the truth… any answer I give you won’t satisfy you or the crew”

“ And why is that?”

“ I don’t think I need anything else unfortunate to happen in my life”

Although his laughed died down he still held a smile to his face making you want to look away. Why is anything amusing in the first place? He’s acting as if he didn’t put you in a choke hold when you first got back to the ship.

“ Y/N… I know you’re angry and you’re trying to hide it. And I’m sorry for what I did to you”

“ Ok, I don’t forgive you”

“ That’s fine, I’ll give you time to forgive me and I’ll do anything for you to feel comfortable around me like you did before…”

He was much closer now, you could feel your heart racing as he towered over you so easily. You wanted to back away but you were stuck in place like the soles of your feet were nailed to the ground.

“ I had something else to say as well..”

“ Hurry up”

“ Trafalgar… you and him-”

“ There is no me and him. Law and I are friends why do all of you keep asking me stupid questions ! ”

He reached out and tilted your face towards him. As he got closer you had to look away— look anywhere else he was even more intimidating to be alone with. He was holding your chin and starring into you like he was searching your eyes for the truth.

“ I though Luffy told you.. you were a bad liar?”

“ I-”

Right then the door opened and you felt like you could breathe again. It was Law and he frowned as he seen the awkward scene in front of him. You walked towards him and grabbed his arm leading him back to your seats of safety.

“ Y/N we were talking”

“ I’m tired of speaking about the same thing Zoro”

Zoro gripped his swords and a vein popped out of his neck. You just walk away from someone when you’re speaking? You just walk away from someone soon as you see Law now?

“ What was he talking about?”

“ Oh you know, about US and trying to ask if I knew I was drugged. The regular ”

He gave you a sad smile, you were clearly upset and they were just adding fire to the fuel. You were too kind and so patient, he could only imagine what this would’ve been like if he hadn’t been here. Your situation remind him of when him and Corazon were together and it just made him more determined to help you.

The rest of the night you both stayed together and you were finally able to relax. You’d be on Zou for another day and a half then you’d be with the Heart Pirates until you got home. With both of your knowledge of how the next arch would go the Strawhats would have to let you go with him.

Why would they send someone like you to Big Mom’s territory? The party went on the rest of the night and Law brought up what Nami told him earlier.

“ Nami said something earlier tonight that really shook me”

You tilted your head waiting for him to continue.

“ She said I should snatch you up before someone else does.. what do you think of that?”

Your cheeks burned again, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

Is this his way of asking me out?

“ So what should we do…”

“ I think… well… what do you want to do actually?”

“ huh… w-well maybe… maybe we should?”

You two were both blushing at this point. You both admired each other greatly. You from watching him on the show and him from getting to know you throughout the time you’ve spent together. Of course, you two were great friends but you’d be liars if you said becoming this close didn’t spark something.

He cleared his throat awkwardly before resuming your awkward conversation. “ I don’t mind it— plus this could also help you”

“ O-of course”

“ So then…”

“ So then ask me out…”

His face was beet red. How could you be so bold? Spending time in this world really made you into a new person, you would’ve never done this to a boy from your world.

“ Y/N will you be my girlfriend?”

What are words? Words aren’t coming out of your mouth. SPEAK Y/N SPEAK !!!

“ Yes. I’ll be your girlfriend Law”

The sun was beginning to rise and you fell asleep in his lap. Law watched your chest rise and fall and a foreign feeling rose in his chest making a lump form in his throat. He’d never taken the time to really be in a relationship with anyone, just like majority of the male characters he was too focused on his goals. But being in one with you— even if it was temporary, felt nice.

Everyone else was passed out on the floor and the fire went out, this would be the perfect time for the two of you to sneak away. He shook you softly till you started to stir and you cracked open your eyes to see the sunrise illuminating his skin.

Oh right… we’re together now.

With that being your first thought you wanted to shy away from him even though you were in his lap. This was a relationship of convenience of course so you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable by starring at him like a love struck puppy.

“ I think we have some time before they wake up to meet with the crew. What do you think?”

You nodded and stood up stretching before walking towards the direction of the camp. The birds were chirping and it seemed to be such a nice morning, as the two of you walked you were making casual conversation and it really felt like the two of you were together.

Just the thought made your brain feel all fuzzy, Trafalgar Law is my boyfriend… how silly would that sound to anyone where I’m from.

“ Luffy ”

“ LUFFY !” The captain woke up confused and startled. Nami was hovering over him angrily shaking him awake.

“ Nami leave me alone we were up all night”

“ Aw really? Well Law and Y/N are missing so I think you should get up” She snarled.

That was definitely something that made him shoot up and almost bump into the angry woman in front of him.

“ Y/N and Traffy… are missing?”

She nodded and pointed to where the two of you sat the entire night. The two of you were gone who knows where and anger bubbled inside of him. That was it, he had enough of you two being so close together. You were lying to him and the crew and he knew you were scheming— this confirmed it.

“ Get the rest of the crew! We are going to find out what exactly is going on with them today”

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A/N: Hello, Thank you for all the luv i have gotten while I was away I can’t believe that when I left I had 89 followers and I have 136.. 🥹

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Ordinary Miss Yazawa Pt. 1

Summary: The house for sale next door to the Higashikata's was quickly bought by someone. Josuke wonders who it could possibly be before he finally gets to meet his new neighbor, a young woman named Mary Yazawa. However, Tomoko can't help but think something doesn't add up with this new arrival.

Relationship: Platonic! Tomoko and Josuke Higashikata x OC (gen- no romance)

Rating: SFW

Word Count: ~3.5k

Notes: Nothing I think needs to be warned about. Mostly bantering between Tomoko and Josuke (I love them dearly). No spoilers for Part 4.

A/n: Aaaaa my first fic with my oc <3 please enjoy! More information on my OCs can be found on my pinned posts. Concrit is always appreciated and welcome, too.

You can read this on my AO3 here!

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“Huh? Someone bought that house already?” Koichi pointed to the ‘for sale’ sign that had a big ‘SOLD’ sticker slapped over it. “I thought they only put it out a few days ago.” 

“Who’s that desperate to come here?” Okuyasu commented, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“I guess I’ll find out soon enough,” Josuke sighed. “Mom said that no one even came by to look inside.” 

“Damn, real desperate.” 

“Why would you buy a house without looking inside it?” Koichi pondered. “What if you don’t even like the inside? Isn’t that kind of a waste?” 

“How should I know?” Josuke shrugged. “I mean… at the end of the day, it’s just a house, right? You just go home and sit there. It’s not like these houses are bad or anything.” 

“But what if you wanted a big one!” Okuyasu shouted. “I know I want a huge living room in mine. Something awesome for parties.” 

Koichi tapped his chin. “Well, if we’re talking about what we want in houses… maybe many rooms. One for a library to put all my manga, a guest room for my family if they want to stop by, and rooms if you want to start a family.” 

“I would want a huge fridge,” Josuke added. 

“The fridge isn’t part of the house, dude! You buy that!” 

“What? No way, when we moved in our house, the fridge was there!” 

“That’s because your grandpa had bought it…” Koichi grimaced at the two. Josuke pouted for a moment at Koichi’s correction before waving his hand. 

“Well, that’s not the point! It’s still kinda weird to buy a house without looking at it!” 

“Who do you think bought it?” Okuyasu’s eyes widened. “What if it’s secretly a celebrity?” 

“Why would a celebrity come to live here?” 

“Damn,” Okuyasu deflated. “You’re right, you’re right.” 

“It’s probably just a family.” Koichi stated. “Probably couldn’t afford the prices in places like Tokyo and so they would come here to pay a cheaper rent or mortgage.” 

“How do you know so much about houses in Tokyo?” Josuke raised a brow. Koichi bashfully smiled and chuckled. 

“I saw it on the news yesterday. Apparently prices have been going crazy over there.” 

“Whoever bought this house probably has no clue what’s been going on here, though. I kinda feel bad,” Josuke commented. “I’m sure we’ll meet them soon. I just hope they’re not totally annoying or something.” 

Scratch that thought. It was not even 8 am on a Saturday and already the moving trucks next door had bothered Josuke. He sandwiched his head in between his pillow and huffed. Who the hell moves in so early?! 

Already cranky from being woken up, he glanced to his mirror and noticed his hair was a mess. What a great way to the start the day. He opened the window and was about to give his new neighbor a piece of his mind when he saw a young woman twirling her hair while the movers unloaded the truck. 

“Wait, careful with those ones, please,” she pointed at a box with the word ‘fragile’ on them. “Those were like, pretty expensive.” 

“Yes ma’am!” The men nodded, making her grin widely. 

“Thanks~, you guys are so sweet,” she replied, continuing to watch them. “Uh, put that box by the kitchen, and that one by the window.” 

Josuke raised a brow as he watched the scene. His new neighbor was definitely not what he expected them to be. 

He didn’t realize he was staring until the woman called out to him and waved. 

“Yoo-hoo!” She cheerfully yelled from below. “Hello! I’m your new neighbor!” 

He was taken aback by her peppy attitude- seriously, it was 8 am on a Saturday- but waved back awkwardly. “N-nice to meet you.” 

“Sorry for all the noise, I hope I didn’t disturb you!” 

“It’s alright, not like I was sleeping or anything,” he lied, feeling guilty at the thought of unleashing his previous anger at her. Josuke had to wonder how she was up this early. Was anyone else ever- 

“Josuke, who the hell are you talking to right now?” Tomoko snapped from the hallway. “What did I tell you about hogging the phone?” 

Right. How could he forget? 

“I’m not on the phone, mom,” he tiredly replied. Tomoko swung open the door without a second thought, only to find her son indeed was not on the phone, but still in his tanktop and pajama pants and leaning out the window. 

“Then what are you…?” She shook her head and strode over to the window, looking to see a slightly confused but smiling young woman. “O-oh! You must be our new neighbor. Welcome!” 

The woman chuckled and nodded. “Thank you. I’m happy to be here. If it’s not too much, I have some gifts for you all. Can I drop by soon to introduce myself properly?” 

Tomoko nodded quickly. “Of course, yes, you can. Stay for some tea, too!” 

“I’d love that! I have to finish with this, but give me about… um… like… three hours and I’ll be over,” the woman replied, waving one last time before turning around and ordering the men to drop off another set of boxes in a specific place. 

“I love her shoes,” Tomoko mumbled to herself as she closed the window. 

“I didn’t think it would just be some woman. I thought it would be a family,” Josuke rubbed the back of his neck and yawned. 

“I didn’t expect that, either,” Tomoko casually replied. “That being said, what the hell were you thinking!” 

Josuke’s eyes widened at his mother’s harsh tone. “What? What did I do?” 

“What did you do? You just introduced yourself to our new neighbor in your pajamas! Do you know how bad that makes us look? We have to make a good impression, not make her think we’re a bunch of slobs or something!” 

Tomoko frantically paced around Josuke’s room. 

“It’s not that big a deal. It’s just our neighbor. Not like she’ll die if she sees me like this,” Josuke sighed, knowing his mother’s rant would continue. 

“I can’t believe this. I knew she’d be here today, but I was trying to plan a welcome visit and everything, and now it’s all ruined! Now she thinks my son is a delinquent who just sits in his pajamas all day and that we’re a bunch of bums!” 

“I really doubt she thinks-” 

“No, no, no. Fix yourself up, now. I want you to put on your best clothes and make the best impression you can.” 

“But it’s so early and I’m tired! She won’t even be here for another few hours and it takes me less than five minutes to get ready!” 

“No. You will not be sleeping right now, you will be cleaning yourself up and- oh, for the love of god- clean up your room, will you?” Tomoko gagged as she stepped on a pile of Josuke’s dirty clothes. 

“She’s not coming in my room!” 

“What if she asks to see it, hm? You’re just gonna let her walk in and see how messy your room is?” 

“Why would she be in my room in the first place?” Josuke retorted exasperatedly. “She’s coming to have tea, not a house tour!” 

“That doesn’t matter! What if she wants a house tour? You don’t say no to your guests! Now clean up, that’s final!” Tomoko pointed at Josuke, leaving no room for any disagreement. Josuke rolled his eyes as Tomoko slammed the door shut behind her, leaving a grumbling and exhausted Josuke. 

Well… she won’t know if I sleep for another fifteen minutes, right? 

All too quickly, a fifteen minute power nap became an almost three hour long sleep. He only woke up due to hearing the door knocking, and that’s when all the panic set in. 

“Josuke, she’s here!” Tomoko called from downstairs. 

Shit! He thought as he tumbled out of bed and threw off his pajamas. “C-coming! Give me a sec!” 

Knowing his mother would get on his case about his clothes, he rummaged through his closet for anything nice he had that wasn’t a huge, wrinkled mess. He settled, for some reason, on his school uniform and threw it on haphazardly, nearly tripping over himself as he went to grab his comb from his mirror. 

He already knew he was taking too long, and he could hear his mother’s threatening tone when she called his name again, despite Tomoko trying to hide it under a veneer of saccharine sweetness. Josuke barely managed to get himself ready before he almost fell down the stairs to greet their new neighbor. 

“Well, you know teenagers, always doing their own thing-” Tomoko said to the woman, not realizing (or, more likely, not caring) that Josuke was in earshot. Tomoko placed a cup of tea for both her and the woman, who graciously thanked her. 

“I don’t mind, really. It’s good that they’re taking a moment to like, explore and stuff,” the woman mused. Up close, Josuke could get a better look at the woman. She had dark brown hair that went to her shoulder, but curled upwards at the ends of it. She wasn’t as pale as Tomoko, and her face was covered in freckles and beauty marks. Large, gold hoop earrings dangled from her lobes while her eyes had on some eyeliner and blue eyeshadow, which coincidentally, matched the baby blue sweater she wore. 

Josuke cleared his throat awkwardly so his mother could introduce him. Tomoko turned to him with a smile before her face fell. She shot him a death glare when she noticed how slovenly his appearance looked- a warning for what was to come after their guest had left. 

“Miss Yazawa, this is my son, Josuke. Josuke, this is Miss Yazawa.” 

Josuke bowed politely. “Nice to see you again.” 

“It’s nice to see you, too. But, you know, I’m not at work and I’m still pretty young, so you can just call me Mary,” Mary casually stated. Tomoko shook her head to Josuke, telling him not to do so. “And since you’re both here now, I hope it’s alright for me to give you my gift?” 

Mary pulled out a pink box wrapped with a golden, glittery bow. Josuke leaned over curiously, wondering what was inside. 

“Thank you, you didn’t have to give us something this big,” Tomoko said as she took the box. “I’ll just set it aside and-” 

“Oh no, feel free to open it! I think it’ll go great with the tea!” Mary giggled. 

Tomoko undid the bow and opened the box, gasping alongside Josuke as they saw many tarts, macarons, and other desserts they couldn’t even name within it. 

“W-wait a minute, this can’t be,” Tomoko quickly said as she examined the cover she just removed. “Is this really from that French bakery? Patisserie Chic? That one?” 

Mary nodded. “Yeah. I heard it was good. Have you tried it before?” She asked, fiddling with her cup. Both of them shook their head. Patisserie Chic was hailed as the bakery in Morioh, but it was, frankly, very expensive. As a teacher and single mom, Tomoko just didn’t have the funds to splurge that much on a slice of cake or a cookie. 

Especially not a whole box of them…

“No, we haven’t.” 

“Well, then that means it’s the perfect time to try them!” Mary grinned, clasping her hands together. 

All of them took a pastry and took a bit. Josuke and Tomoko gasped at the taste and covered their mouths. 

“Mmm! This is amazing!” Tomoko said, not caring she was talking with her mouth full. 

“Mhm! Sho good!” Josuke agreed, chomping down on the sweet. 

“I guess they were right,” Mary hummed, taking a small, ladylike bite of her pastry. She didn’t react much to the taste, but neither Tomoko or Josuke were paying attention. 

After indulging in her sweet, Tomoko wiped her mouth and looked at Mary. “So, Miss Yazawa, what made you move all the way to Morioh?” 

“Oh, it wasn’t a big deal or anything,” Mary responded. “I wanted to experience more things, so I took a position at the bank as their receptionist.” 

Tomoko raised a brow. “You moved from…” 

“Shibuya,” Mary answered. 

“Shibuya,” Tomoko repeated. Explains the makeup. “You moved from Shibuya… to here? For a receptionist job?” 

“Yes,” Mary nodded casually. Josuke tried to imagine what that would feel like, but he couldn’t think of anything. He loved Morioh, would live here forever, no questions asked- but moving here from Shibuya? That seemed a bit crazy. 

“I heard the housing prices and mortgages are high over there,” Josuke commented, trying to keep the conversation going. He’d thank Koichi later for that. Tomoko shot him a confused look, wondering why the hell her son, who was always too busy playing video games and could never clean his room, was suddenly discussing mortgages. 

“Yeah, they are. Morioh looks like a nice change of pace. I do like the quieter towns, too. And everyone’s been pretty friendly so far.” 

“It’s a very nice town, even if it’s smaller than what you’re probably used to,” Tomoko replied. “I hope I’m not coming off as too rude or anything, but are you living with anyone? A fiance or a husband? I didn’t see anyone else with you right now.” 

“Oh, no, I live alone. Again, I just moved for work and stuff,” Mary answered, not at all offended by the question. Josuke briefly wondered if all Shibuya women were like her. He did like that she was a bit more casual than some of the ladies here. 

“You are? I didn’t expect that. You look very young. I’m surprised you aren’t with someone,” Tomoko gasped, starting to feel her previous holdups wear down. Even though she was stern at times, she still was a young woman, too, and she hadn’t talked to another woman her age in a while like this. 

“I just haven’t found the right guy, you know?” Mary explained. “Like, I’m usually pretty busy with my job, so sometimes I just don’t have the time to really meet guys. My supervisor once said I should try a small town guy once in a while, instead of the big city ones.” 

“They’re pretty rough, aren’t they?” Tomoko replied. Mary nodded in agreement. 

“Right? Some of them are so pushy and don’t even listen when I talk,” Mary sighed. “All they do is talk about finances or the stock market or something, like, can we just talk about anything else?” 

“And don’t they always complain about you working, too?” 

“They do!” 

Josuke cleared his throat as the two women got caught up in their conversation, making them both silently return to their previous positions. 

“Well, in any case, this is a pretty nice place to settle down in. I don’t think you’ll have many complaints here,” Tomoko said casually. 

Josuke, wanting to be involved after sitting around boredly, looked at Mary. “So, Mar- Miss Yazawa, how old are you, anyways?” 

“Josuke!” Tomoko hissed, glaring at him. Mary giggled again and waved it off. 

“20,” she answered. 

“W-wait, 20?” Tomoko and Josuke said at the same time. 

“Yeah. Is there like… something wrong?” Mary cocked her head to the side. 

“No, I just… I didn’t think you’d be that young,” Tomoko responded, the surprise evident on her face. She mumbled a, “you could be my daughter at that age…”

“Woah, you moved out and everything by yourself at 20?” Josuke’s eyes sparkled, seemingly impressed with the fact she could do all that. 

“Mhm. It’s nothing crazy. I know lots of people who do the same.” 

Before Josuke could talk more, the phone began ringing. 

“Josuke, answer the phone, will you?” Tomoko asked. Josuke looked at the house phone attached to the wall and raised a brow. 

“It’s not ringing,” he replied, seeing as there was no light flashing on it. 

“No, that’s me, sorry,” Mary chuckled. “Is it alright if I take this call over there?” 

Tomoko was about to nod before her and Josuke gasped again at seeing Mary pull out a large, thick cellphone. They huddled together as Mary walked to the living room to answer. 

“Is that a-” 

“No way-” the two whispered to each other. 

“How the hell can she afford a cellphone?” 

“It’s the newest Nokia, too. I heard you can use it all around the world!” Josuke said with wide eyes. 

“Are receptionists really paid that much?” Tomoko asked. “Maybe I should consider a career switch.” 

“It’s not fair, how can she get a cellphone at 20, but I can’t?” Josuke whined. 

“I don’t even have a cellphone! Why would I get you one?” 

“Because… pleeease?” Josuke gave Tomoko his best puppy dog eyes before she shook her head. 

“No way. You don’t need a cellphone to waste more time on. You’re already slacking on your chores and schoolwork.” 

“Come on, I promise, I’ll do all my chores if I get one!” 

“No.” 

Josuke rolled his eyes and slumped against the seat. “One day, I’m gonna get one. And when I move out, I will not be yelled at about my room.” 

“You have to actually go to college and get a job for that,” Tomoko teased. 

“I will! You’ll see!” 

The two bickered a bit longer before Mary came back, Nokia in hand. Mary, true to her youthful age, had decorated her phone with some rhinestones and two pink phone charms. Josuke wondered once more if women in Shibuya did this sort of thing. They must be loaded. Or bored.

“Sorry about that, my supervisor was calling.” 

“Is everything alright?” 

“Yeah, just some things are gonna need to be done sooner than expected. But, not a huge deal. I’ll just pull an all-nighter or something,” Mary shrugged. 

“Ugh, never mind about me getting a job,” Josuke joked. 

“Aw, work isn’t so bad. It’s kinda fun!” Mary replied, a wide grin on her face. 

Josuke lost track of the time until Mary had left, citing her need to begin unpacking and organizing her house. Once she was gone, Tomoko folded her arms and stared quizzically at the door. 

“Something up, mom?” Josuke asked, wondering why she was just standing by their door. 

“I just can’t put my finger on it, honestly.” 

“Put your finger on what?”

“Obviously, I mean Miss Yazawa.” 

“What about her?” 

“I don’t normally like to gossip about others but something’s a bit strange about her, don’t you think?” 

Josuke shook his head. “Nah.” 

“What do you mean, ‘nah’?” Tomoko deadpanned. 

“Was there something weird about her?” Josuke scratched his cheek. 

“I mean, the fact that she lived in Shibuya and then decided to move here for a receptionist job, her being only 20, having a new cellphone- none of that was off to you?” 

“Is it supposed to be off to me?” 

“Well, yeah, it’s not really…” Tomoko paused, scrunching her nose at what she was tryna say. “Oh god… am I getting old?” 

“What?” Josuke shouted, confused where his mother would get that idea from. “What does this gotta do with anything?” 

“I think I’m getting too old. I know I look younger than my age-” 

“So humble.” 

“Quiet. But, jeez, she’s only 20! Are younger women these days working that hard and doing that much?” 

“I guess?” Josuke replied, not knowing much about women. “Maybe it’s what the women do in Shibuya.” 

“It’s gotta be that. I heard they got some crazy stuff going on there,” Tomoko commented, fanning herself. “And I guess you would need to work extra hard to afford that place.” 

“So then, it’s just cuz she’s from Shibuya.” 

Tomoko let out a breath, before nodding. “Yeah. Shibuya. Must be a Shibuya thing.” 

“So that settles it then?” Tomoko hummed back. “And you’re not worried about being old?” 

Tomoko tried to remain serious, but her lips twitched upwards as she let out a short laugh. “No. I’m good. I guess even the way I did things when I was her age was unconventional, too.” She rubbed the back of her neck. 

Josuke knew what she was referring to and pursed his lips. “Maybe. But I wouldn’t have you any other way.” 

“And I wouldn’t have you any other way, either. Mmm… maybe just a cleaner room but that can be worked on.” 

“Whatever,” Josuke laughed. 

“But, really, you should go clean your room. And if you have time one day, you should go stop by her house and help.” 

“Why?” 

“It’s just a good thing to do. She’s all by herself and she probably needs help moving things around.” 

“Yeah, I’ll do that tomorrow. I’ll call Koichi and Okuyasu over, too, since they wanted to know who it was.” 

Tomoko smiled, a proud look on her face. Josuke gave a questioning expression back. “Why’re you smiling like that?” 

“Nothing,” Tomoko shook her head before sighing wistfully. “I guess I just realized that you’re really becoming a man.” 

Josuke’s face softened alongside his mother’s. Well, he wasn’t really all that eager to do so, but maybe helping Miss Yazawa wouldn’t be so bad if this is how his mom would react. 

[nessieart]

Teeth pt. 8

|| Before the Fall pt. 1 ||

WC: 3.7K

AN: Thought I'd post this for Steve's birthday today! its been sitting in my drafts for a few days. its fitting i think! Thanks for coming along with me on this journey! it means a lot to me.

Warnings: Canon level violence, made up fantasy elements prob’ly, cursing, no y/n used.

Eventual Tony x Reader

Summary: You meet up with an old friend and then travel to see a very familiar face you haven't seen in almost a year.

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-*-

It’s been a week since Christmas Eve. A week since that horrible man put that chemical in your body. A week since you’ve seen hide or hair of Tony Stark or Pepper Potts. Tony had told you that your scent was off, like charcoal and dried flowers. It sent you into a panic and you left as soon as the two of you returned to California.

You’ve shifted a few times since Christmas, your normal oversized coyote form a balm to your wounds. You thought constant Shifting would get rid of Extremis, and it seems you were right. It’s all but gone now, and New Year’s Eve is tomorrow.

You haven’t been home in a couple decades, the snow is fresh and more than you’ve seen fall in a long time. The Grand Canyon was always your siblings favorite place to stay growing up. It reminds you of simpler times; chasing hares, terrorizing the locals and tourists alike, the clearest nights’ sky filled with billions of stars. You won’t let anyone tell you there’s more beautiful places on earth, because for you, it’s right here.

The Canyons are painted in purples, oranges and yellows as the sunsets. Reflecting the image of the sky back to the earth. The snow reflects the shimmer from the setting sun as it gets blown from the wind, and you can’t tell the difference between stars in the valley below or the night sky that’s breaking through.

“Thought it’d be another age a’fore I saw your tail again,” a voice says from behind you. You smile to yourself, but don’t turn to greet the newcomer.

You sigh, your breath floating away in the wind, “Didn’t think I’d ever come back.” The figure steps up to stand next to you, you both overlooking the Canyon. You glance at him, he looks taller than the last time you saw him. “What are you doin’ here, Leon?”

Your twin turns to you, a sad smile on his handsome face, “Felt it. Whatever happened to you,” he reaches his hand out and you take it, twining your fingers together and holding tightly. “What the hell happened to you, Flowers?”

His childhood nickname for you made tears spring to your eyes. So you tell him. Leon waits for you to finish your story, from the months leading up to you being in New York, to you being here with him. You can tell he’s holding back his anger as you tell him about last week. Being a twin, and a supernatural one at that, you two have always been able to feel the strongest emotions and pain in each other.

His eyes are glowing amber when you finish your story, there’s a low growl rippling through his chest as he heaves in a few steadying breaths.

“I’ll kill him,” he growls out, his lips pulling back from his teeth in a snarl.

“He’s dead, Lee. Everything’s fine now,” you assure him. He looks down at you, his eyebrows furrowing. You bring your finger up to smooth the crease between his brows and he sighs.

“Poppy…?” He flicks the loose collar around your neck, his head tilting to the side.

You may have left out some important information. Like finding your mate, and said mate being in a relationship already. “It’s…complicated,” you say, he raises his eyebrows at you. “My, uh, mate,” you cringe when he squeaks.

“I always thought we smelled similar,” he’s grinning. Leon’s face gets serious after a moment, “What happened that you aren’t with them now - your mate?”

You look out at the Canyon again and sigh, “He’s with someone. And he told me my scent has changed - since Extremis. I didn’t want to be around him and his girlfriend while they sort their life out now that their house was destroyed.” You look back at your twin, tears welling up in your eyes, “Like charcoal and dried out flowers. Like death.” You whisper the the last of your sentence.

Leon hushes you and pulls you in for a hug, resting his head on top of yours. His large hands rub up and down your back, trying to soothe you.

“Well, you smell fine to me,” he mumbles in your hair. You both chuckle a little. You missed your brother so much, and you always forget it used to be you and him against the world.

You inhale his scent, he still smells like wild flowers, pine, and summer sun. “I missed you so much, Sunny,” you mumble the nickname into his chest, you both hug each other a little tighter.

-*-

You stayed with Leon well into Spring. He lived in a small cabin not too far from the Grand Canyon. It reminded you of the house you all grew up in, too small for the litter of pups your parents had, but also homey and well lived in.

You spent the last few full moons running around the Canyon with our brother. You felt more free running with him than you have in a long time. And you wonder why you ever left his side to begin with.

One evening, while you wait for Leon to return home, there’s a small ding that comes from your collar.

Miss Poppy JARVIS is speaking quietly, the blue light glowing in the dark and pulsing with every word he says.

“Hi there, JARVIS, it’s been a while,” you respond. Subconsciously thumbing over the grooves of the name tag.

Indeed it has. How are you doing, if I may ask? Always so polite. You wonder if Tony really made the AI or if JARVIS just picked a personality all his own.

“I’m doing a lot better since the last time we spoke,” you sigh. “Can we cut to the chase, J? What did you need me for?”

He doesn’t respond right away, and you wonder if he’s trying to think of the right thing to say.

It’s to do with Sir and Miss Potts. He stops again, and you hum in acknowledgment. They are no longer in a relationship. Hope beats in your chest for a moment, you could go to him, and everything would be great. Or amazing. Everything you’ve ever wanted. Or…

“Why are you telling me this, J?”

I thought you would like to know. Given your feelings toward Mr Stark. And his feelings for you. Oh you cheeky AI.

“I don’t think it’s that simple anymore, is it?” You’re both silent for a moment. You think he might have gone but then the light comes back on your collar.

“Poppy?” You inhale sharply. Tony. He clears his throat, “I, uh, sorry about JARVIS. Meddlesome AI. What’s a genius to do?” You think you can hear a smirk in his voice. It’s been almost 5 months since you’ve heard his voice.

“How are you, Tony?” You ask, because you genuinely want to know. Want to know if he’s feels as empty as you have since Christmas.

There’s an audible sigh over the comms, “Oh you know,” you think you can picture him waving his hands about, feigning nonchalance and you smile to yourself. “Keeping busy. Trying to keep this teenage menace out of trouble.”

“Oh. Are- are you back in New York?” You cringe a little at your question, don’t be stupid.

“Yep,” he pops the ‘p’ at the end, “Settled in a few months ago. Y’know, if you want-“

Your name is called from behind you. Seems like Leon’s home. “What are you doin’ out here, Flowers?” He’s walked over to you, you’re sitting in the backyard on a rock. The sky above is cloudless and the stars look like they go on forever. He notices the light on your collar, and tilts his head, his eyebrows furrow. “Everything ok?” You nod, eyes wide as you look at him. He hums. “Well, I brought dinner home, whenever you’re ready. I’ll be inside.” He turns around and begins to walk back towards the house.

You sigh, “Sorry about that. I’ve been stay-“

“It’s fine,” Tony cuts you off. His tone clipped short. Was he upset? “I need to go, Bruce just walked in,” he says your name and the light goes out on your collar.

“Tony? Wait! Ugh! JARVIS?” There’s no reply and the light doesn’t come back on. You groan and put your head in your hands. “What the fuck was that?”

Back inside the house, your shoulders are slumped and you huff when you sit at the small table in the kitchen with Leon.

His smile is small as he looks at you, “What was that all about?”

You take the collar off and place it on the table, “Tony. His AI contacted me and wanted me to know that Tony and his girlfriend broke up.” You sigh and put your forehead on the table.

“Well, that’s a good thing, isn’t it? Now you won’t seem like a homewrecker if you pursue your mate,” he grins at you when you lift your head to glare at him. He chuckles, “What? I’m just saying.” He shrugs his shoulders.

After dinner, you and Leon are sitting in his living room, the fireplace doesn't get much attention now that it's warming up outside.

Leon turns to you, his eyes big and bright. "Come to D.C. with me," he says.

You furrow your eyebrows at him, "what?"

"I have a job that needs seeing to," he rubs the back of his neck and looks around the small living space. "My boss called me in for something. It's a small thing. No need to worry. But, I think getting back into actual civilization would be good for you."

He shrugs a little bit, giving you a hopeful smile. "I also hear they have a Captain America exhibit at the Smithsonian."

Your face heats up. Of course he'd use your childhood crush of Steve to get your attention.

"I've met him, y'know," you tell him, smugly. Leon's jaw drops as he stares at you.

He tosses a pillow at your head, "No way! I don't believe you!"

-*-

For the last 2 weeks you've tried to get in touch with JARVIS and Tony, but every time you try, there's no response. You decide to turn the collar into a bracelet, cutting and sewing the fabric to fit your wrist perfectly. You even added elastic to it so the material could stretch with you when you Shift.

You accompany Leon to Washington, D.C. He told you his boss needed him to "show up for once", and he decided to take you with him. Leon has always been good at distracting you when you get too lost in your own head.

It's nearly sun up one morning while you explore the quiet of D.C.

"I don't think I've been here since the late 70s," you tell him while you walk around the Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool. "Not much has changed has it?"

Leon hums, "Maybe not a whole lot." He then points to a figure jogging around the Pool, and another one with ungodly speed. Your eyes widen as the taller figure comes into view and he's gone just as fast.

"Steve?" You say, it's barely above a whisper and you notice his feet falter and he looks over his shoulder and sees you.

Steve's jogging backwards when he lifts a hand in playful salute to you, giving you a wink, he turns around and continues his sprint.

Your brother nudges you with his elbow, "no way that just happened!" He's starstruck as he looks off to where Steve is running.

"I'll introduce you when he stops. If he stops," you grin. The man that Steve has passed comes jogging by you both and he nods his head in greeting.

It’s about an hour later you see Steve talking to the man that was also jogging around the Memorial. Steve looks like he hasn’t even broken a sweat, whereas the man on the ground is covered in it.

As you make your way closer, Steve glances over at you and smiles, his hands on his hips. He calls your name with a little wave. When you near him, he spreads his arms out and you walk into him and hug him. He hums. How is it that he smells nice after running for so long? A throat clears behind you and Steve steps back, his cheeks and the tips of his ears pink.

Steve holds his hand out to your brother, “Steve Rogers,” he offers his name.

“Oh! This is Leon,” you say as the two shake hands, “my brother.” Steve’s eyes widen ever so slightly and he glances at you, and you give him a smile.

“Pleased to meet you,” Steve says as he retracts his hand and gives Leon a nod.

Leon is grinning as he puts his hands in his pockets, “Oh, the pleasure is all mine, Captain.” He winks and you elbow him in the side.

You look at the man who has been watching the whole interaction with an amused expression on his face and you wave at him and offer him your name.

The dark skinned man turns to you, he has a flirty smile on his lips, he extends a hand, “Sam Wilson,” he nods to your brother and then turns to Steve. “You must miss the good ole days, huh?”

Steve tilts his head to the side slightly, thinking. He looks far more relaxed since the last time you saw him. “Well, things aren’t so bad,” he smirks. “Food’s a lot better - we used to boil everything,” you and Leon chuckle a little. “No polio is good. Internet - so helpful - been reading that a lot, trying to catch up.”

It’s then you realize that you forgot that Steve hasn’t lived through the turn of the century like you and your brothers have. You kind of feel bad that he’s had to figure out all this mostly by himself. Leon must sense your distress, he puts an arm around your shoulders and brings you into his side. You give him a small smile in return.

“Marvin Gaye, 1972 - Trouble Man soundtrack,” Sam says, “everything you missed, jammed into one album.” As he’s speaking you notice Steve pulling out a little notebook.

“I’ll put it on The List,” Steve says as he jots the information down Sam gave him. You wonder what else he has written down.

Leon’s phone chimes with a notification and you feel him tense. And not even 5 seconds later Steve’s phone chimes as well. Your eyebrows furrow, as Leon pulls away to check his phone.

“Alright, Sam,” Steve says as he shakes the man's hand, “duty calls. Thanks for the run - if that’s what you call running.” He smirks.

Sam scoffs, “Oh, that’s how it is?” They’re both chuckling at each other, conversing as you turn back towards Leon.

“I’m sorry, Flowers,” Leon says to you as he puts his phone away, “Bossman needs me earlier than I thought.” He puts a hand on your shoulder and gives you a sad smile. “I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can, ok?” He waves goodbye to Sam and Steve and jogs off down the road.

Steve comes over to you, “Flowers, huh? I thought that’s what I could smell on you.” Your eyes widen and lips part as you look up at him, and before you can respond the rev of an engine meets your ears as a sleek black Corvette pulls up to the curb near you all. The window on the passenger side rolls down and you see a beautiful woman with fiery red hair in the driver's seat.

She leans forward, “Hey, any of you know where the Smithsonian is? I’m here to pick up a fossil,” she smirks.

“That’s hilarious,” Steve deadpans. He brings his forefinger to your chin and tips it up, gives you a wink and walks towards the car. When he’s seated in the passenger seat he looks back at Sam, “can’t run everywhere.”

You stand next to Sam as he crouches down, “No you can’t.” He grins up at you and you smirk back at him. You wave goodbye to Steve and he gives you a soft smile, and the car speeds away.

“It was nice to meet you, Sam,” you say as you step away from him. You had to remember where your brother's apartment was now that you’re alone. You look around, eyebrows furrowed.

Sam stands up and crosses his arms over his chest, “You and Captain America a thing, or can I ask you out for breakfast?” He smirks at you and you scoff.

“Doesn’t every girl have a thing for Captain America?” He raises an eyebrow at you, “no uh, Steve’s just a friend. And I- well it’s complicated I guess,” you run the tips of your fingers against the fabric of the wristband on your arm.

Sam brings his hands up, “Hey, it was an innocent joke. I didn’t mean anything by it,” he gives you a soft smile, which you return. He waves it off, “but seriously, let me take you out to breakfast. You look a little lost.” He shrugs when you give him a look.

You nod your head, you were pretty hungry, and you won’t say no to a free meal.

You had a great morning with Sam. He was funny and could keep a conversation going, even if you didn’t have much to say. You told him how you met Steve, but not the circumstances, just that you met him in New York last Fall and got to know him and a few of the other Avengers. You also told him about Peter, how you and him became fast friends in the short amount of time you knew him.

You left out what you are and your weird relationship with Tony. Instead telling Sam about your brother Leon and how close you two are. Sam had asked if you and Leon had “that weird twin thing going on”. You laughed and said you did. Something you couldn’t really explain unless you’d give away your secret of being a Shifter, and exposing Supernaturals in general. But there was something about Sam that made you want to tell him all your secrets - maybe his kind eyes and gentle demeanor.

-*-

It was early afternoon the next day when your phone chimed with a message. Leon still wasn’t back from work and you were getting antsy. He did send you a message in the middle of the night saying he wasn’t sure when he would be back.

You checked your phone and it was a message from an unknown number.

Unknown: Hello, it’s Steve. Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you wanted to go with me to the Air and Space museum?

You smiled, and typed a reply.

You: Sure, Steve! I’d love to go.

Steve: Great, I can pick you up.

You give Steve the address to your brother’s apartment, and go get ready. As you’re waiting for him to arrive you notice the light on your wristband is blinking. Your brow furrows and you press it. A small projection of Tony pops up and your heart flutters.

There’s a small smile on your face as you take in the sight of him. The blue holo-image is from his chest up, it looks like he’s sitting at a desk and the camera is just off to the side. Tony’s tinkering with a repulsor from an Iron Man hand, goggles over his eyes, his tongue peaks out from between his lips. You can hear the faint rhythm of music in the background.

“Tony?” You say softly. He jumps, dropping the screwdriver-like device from his hand to the table top with a clang.

He tears the goggles off his eyes and they sit on his head, his eyes are wide as they look towards the camera.

Tony inhales sharply, “Poppy…?” He says softly. “JARVIS!” He yells after a few seconds of staring at you.

The music cuts out and the AI replies, Sir?

“Don’t you ‘Sir’ me, JARVIS!” Tony goes off for a minute on the AI and you’re giggling at him. He seems to notice after a minute and turns back to you. You can only assume he can also see you, a soft expression on his face at your quiet giggling.

“How are you, Tony?”

Tony places his head in his hand as he stares at you, and your cheeks burn at the attention. “Better now,” he says. The look on his face sobers and he clears his throat. “I’m sorry, about before. A few weeks ago,” he rubs the back of his neck with his other hand, “I didn’t mean to sound so, y’know,” he waves his hand in the air, and you smile at him.

“It’s okay, I would have acted the same way. That was my brother, Leon,” you clarify. And he hums in response. There’s a far off look in his eyes and he sighs deeply. You chuckle a little, “You listening, Tony?”

“Wh-? Of course I am,” he straightens up and drops his hand back to the table. The blue of his holo-self flickers a bit, “Where are you now?”

“D.C.” you say, your phone dings and you pick it up. Steve says he’s outside your building and you turn your attention back to Tony. “Hey, I’d love to catch up later. If you’re free - I uh, promised Steve I’d go to his exhibit with him.”

Tony has a smirk on his face, “A date with Capsicle, eh?” You roll your eyes, heat going to your ears. “Tap the receiver twice and JARVIS will notify me and I’ll call you. It’s good to see you, Poppy.”

You smile at him, the blue hologram flickering again. “It’s really good to see you too, love.” Tony smiles and you think he blushes because his hand covers his mouth and he looks away from you for a second.

“See you later,” he raises a hand, like he's going to turn off the call, “sweetheart.” And the call ends. The apartment is quiet again, and you sigh deeply. You missed him, and you almost forgot how much until you saw and heard him again.

Your phone chimes again, and you shake off your daze,

You: I’m on my way down!

-*-

Thanks for reading!! Happy Birthday, Steve!

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[iamvegorott]

Happy Family Pt. 6 of 8

Moving Bubbles

By the time Bing, Google, and Etta arrived, Chase was outside with Penny and Lucas with a little setup in the grass. He had a blanket laid out with toys and snacks surrounding the twins. 

“Oh! With how that is, you can Chase can bring things out, and I can focus on packing the car with the kids,” Bing said. “Now you can’t complain about me not lifting anything heavy.” He added with a little giggle as he undid his seatbelt. Etta did the same but stayed in her seat, kicking her feet as she waited. 

“I’ll still find something.” Google teased with a wink and got out of the car as well. He went to the trunk and pulled out the ‘Etta supply bag’ while Bing opened the door to let Etta out, watching as she hopped out and stood on the sidewalk.  

“You can run on over,” Bing said, and he chuckled when Etta perked up and happily took off. She always loved when she had permission to just go for it. Google handed Bing the bag, and they walked over to Chase. 

“How are you?” Google asked as Bing sat the bag down on the edge of the blanket. Etta was already with Penny and Lucas, the three discussing which set of bubbles they wanted to use first. 

“We’re doing good,” Chase answered, noticing how Bing was now looking around. “She’s not here.” He added in a softer tone. 

“Wanted to be sure.” Bing’s voice showed that he wasn’t worried about himself. Although, Chase didn’t know that his main worry was that Google would get the bat from the car. While there wasn’t a proper concern about that happening, Bing still liked to be cautious. 

“Ready to get to it? Lucas and Penny have been dying to use their new bubbles, and Etta looks more than willing to join them.” Chase said. 

“You two show off your muscles, and I’ll set up the bubbles.” Bing giggled and went to his knees, grabbing the giant tub of bubble soap. 

“Gets to play with the kids and have a show? Lucky.” Chase teased a bit. 

“Could make it a better show and take off our shirts.” Google joined in the teasing, happily contributing to the mood change as he and Chase headed for the house. 

“I won’t complain!” Bing called off after them, getting all of them to laugh. 

“Complain?”

“‘Bout what?” Lucas and Penny asked their questions together.

“Silly adult stuff.” Bing gave a little wave. 

“Boo.” Etta huffed, her usual response when told something was for adults only. 

“Will a loaded bubble wand make you feel better?” Bing took one of the bubble wands, looking like a circular paddle with star and circle cutouts, and put it in the bubble tray. He pulled out the dripping plastic and handed it over to Etta, who quickly got over her pout, snatched the wand with the biggest smile, and ran off. She had a long trail of bubbles behind her, and Lucas and Penny jumped in to start swatting at them. 

The three took turns with the wands. They got it dipped in the soap and then ran away with it. Soon the air got filled with bubbles and giggles. After a few trial runs, they could load up their wands on their own, and Bing started working on putting the belongings brought out of the house into the car, only stopping occasionally to pour more bubble soap into the tray for the kids.

“And that’s the last box,” Chase said with a grunt as he sat a box on top of another, groaning as he pressed his fists to the center of his spine and leaned back, grunting again as he got a few cracks out of it. “I always forget how much stuff kids have.” 

“We can put the rest of this in our car,” Bing said. “You’re packed to the brim here and don’t have the right topper to tie this stuff down.” 

“We can have Penny and Lucas ride with us since I don’t think you have room for anyone else but you in there,” Google added when he peeked into the car. 

“I don’t know what I’d do without you two.” Chase chuckled. “I’ll go get the kids packed up while you finish?” 

“Sounds good.” Bing picked up a box while Google grabbed another. 

It was a quick and easy cleanup, and Chase was working on making sure the kids had their seatbelts buckled while Bing and Google did a last check when they noticed a car pulling up. They both saw Stacy inside that car. They quickly looked at Chase, seeing that he had gone stiff. There was a pause. Stacy was in her car. Chase was outside his, and Bing and Google were between them. Chase eventually shook his head and gave a little wave to the kids before closing the car door. 

“If he doesn’t want to talk to her, I will.” Google tried to go to Stacy, but Bing caught his arm. 

“Googs, don’t. It’s not worth it.” Bing was dying to do the same, but this wasn’t their call. 

“Chase deserves to know. He deserves some sort of explanation.” Google couldn’t help himself when Stacy was right there. He wasn’t scared of confrontation. He’d call someone a bitch to their face without batting an eye if he thought it was true. He was much better at rational thinking when helping someone he cared for. It was very different when it came to just himself, especially when kids were involved. 

“You said it yourself yesterday; sometimes they don’t have one.” Bing gave Google’s arm a little tug to make him look at him. “Even if she does have one. She’s not going to tell us. We may never know why, but all that matters is helping Chase and the twins.” Bing tugged on him again to get him to face the cars. “They’re waiting for us. Let’s get them settled home and have a nice dinner.” He looped his arm through Google’s and started walking for the cars. 

“Okay, okay. But first, I’m going to have a moment of immaturity.” Google checked that the kids weren’t watching them before showing Stacy his middle finger over his shoulder. 

“You’re terrible.” Bing giggled and kissed Google’s cheek. 

“What? No kiss for me. I’m pretty terrible myself.” Chase said with a playful yet sad smile. They could tell he was upset about Stacy being here but was trying to hide it. The kids were all looking at the tablet screen in Etta’s lap, watching some show about talking dinosaurs. 

“I’ll give you one.” Bing grinned and laughed when he started heading for Chase, but Chase slipped away. “You asked for one!” 

“I was joking!” Chase was now laughing as he and Bing ran around the car.

“Give me your face!”

“No!” 

“Come here, Brody!” Bing and Chase got the kids’ attention, and the three were now watching them and laughing, clapping along, and either cheering for Bing or Chase. 

Google chuckled and looked back over at Stacy’s car, seeing that she was also watching, but her face was much different than everyone else’s. She looked upset, almost annoyed at the scene. 

Good.

Google hoped it pissed her off and ruined her day. 

“Oh, gross!” Chase’s shout was extremely exaggerated as he rubbed his face with his hands, showing Google that Bing had caught him and kissed his cheek.

“Let me get the other one,” Google said as he went over to join the two.

“Don’t you dare!”

“Come here, Brody!” Google echoed Bing’s earlier tease, and now it was Chase and Google running around the car. Bing opened the driver’s side door of the car and peeked his head in, getting an earful of loud laughs and giggles. 

“Daddy silly!” All three shouted. 

“Yes, we are.” Bing chuckled.

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[marcusoseman99]

Songs of the isle pt. 27

Apollo: Come on i always come through on the job.

Herms: You don’t even have to do these jobs you already have enough responsibility with the Fort.

Apollo: I’m not taking hand outs.

Herms: Its not a hand out I just care about you and this job-

Apollo: Please.......just tell me what I need to get. 

Herms: I don’t exactly know but my client wants a chest that’s in Helheim.

Apollo: You got anyway to get me there. 

*Herms dashes away for a second then returns with a gold horn with Norse runes carved into it*

Herms: This will call your ride. 

Apollo: Vague I like.

*Herms places the horn and a small stone onto the table then pauses before sliding them toward Apollo*  

Apollo: Is that everything I'll need. 

Herms: You are going to Viking hell you’ll need weapons. 

Apollo: Most of mine got destroyed I'll improvise when I’ll get there.

Herms: Fuck *sigh* are you sure you can do this Apollo if you die Dion will kill me.

Apollo: Don’t make dying a reward.

Herms:Just get going and be safe.

Apollo: Yeah yeah, see you soon.

Herms: Wait.

*Apollo stops and turns to look back at Herms*

Herms: I know you have been to a few realms but Helheim-

Apollo: Come on I have been too the underworld a shit ton they can’t be that different.

Herms: Yes but Helheim’s time, it works differently you could be in there for days or years but it would only be seconds in the other realms. 

Apollo: I don’t see the bad thing.

Herms: *sigh* Γάμησε με, it’s the whole point of the realm obsession if you have infinite time then you never leave  

Apollo: Spooky *Apollo is about to leave when herms calls him again*

Apollo: *sigh* I swear to the gods. 

Hermes: Don’t swear to me and that horn calls your ride there also your only way home and that stone will help you locate the thing you are there for.

 Apollo: Ok.

*Apollo walks through the gateway back into the forest with his new items from Hermes he stands in the blue night of the forest and blows the golden horn.

After a few seconds a giant horse runs right in front of Apollo it looks like a grey fjord horse except it is the size of a shire horse with gold jewellery in its braided hair with 8 legs for on each side* 

Apollo: Metal as fuck, Hermes old ass has been holding out with the rides. 

*Apollo struggles but eventually gets onto the horse* 

Apollo: Hmm go?

*The horse stands unnervingly still despite Apollos requests* 

Apollo: *whispering to himself while looking around the horse* move you big bitch.  *Then Apollo hits his heels into the horse and the creature springs forward running into the forest* 

Apollo: I mean that works.  

*After a few seconds the horse starts to run directly into a tree* 

Apollo: Hey, HEY, THAT’S A TREE.

*As Apollo puts his hands up screaming waiting for his comedic death but he slowing stops screaming and puts his hands down to see a large stone room with three doorways leading into nothingness, each doorway is to Apollos left, right and directly in front of him* 

Apollo: I really need to kick Hermes ass for this shit.

 *Apollo dismounts the horse and start wondering around the stone room* 

Apollo: Not very out there for the land of the dead is it.

 *Apollo pulls out the stone given to him by Hermes and holds it in front of him pointing it around the room till it starts to glow while being point near the door on the left* 

Apollo: Well, that makes things simpler. 

Apollo: Are you comin…. 

*Apollo turns to face where the horse once stood to see nothing but more of the stone room* 

Apollo: With me......guess not.

 *Apollo walks through the door into the darkness* 

*The scene goes back to Vick and Leander leaving the lake after training, Leander has taken his jacket off and is carrying it folded over his forearm while Vick follows behind him trying his best to keep up*

 Leander: You have heart, little Arwen but you need a lot of training to reach your true potential.  

Vick: *panty* thank you?

Vick: I’m going to have to off myself if this is to be a regular thing. 

Leander: Duck. 

Vick: What?  

*Leander pushes Vick aside and catches the face of the Last Kappa and slams its head into the ground*

 Leander: Filthy creature.

 Kappa: I will avenge my brothers.

 Leander: Will you now how will you do that.  

*There is a pause before Leander starts to crush the kappa head slowly until it starts to speak again* 

Kappa: AHAAHAHAH – I JUST WANTED THE GIRL AND RED WOLF.

Vick: Come on I'm just a guy.  

Leander: Hmmmm now you have my attention, I suggest you keep it if you would like to live.

 Kappa: AHHAHHAHAHA!!!!

 Leander: Don’t be a baby.

[mackenzielovee]

parenthood part seven: ingenuous

a/n: hi ! nervous but excited, i hope it's decent at least lmao. please leave all thoughts and opinions and i'll have pt 8 up soon! so much love xoxo

warnings: swearing, fighting, lil bit of crying, mentions of sex

ambivalence masterlist , parenthood masterlist

     You stand outside Connor’s classroom texting Rafe as you wait for the preschool day to end. Rafe’s been sending you videos all day of Josie giggling, and you’d been watching them at work just to make your day better. You let him know that you’re waiting to grab Connor and then the two of you will be home, but you’re drawn out of your text message by a shadow over you. You glance up and smile, meeting the eyes of Connor’s new friend’s dad. 

“Hey, Y/N,” he greets you. 

He’d introduced himself to you as Nico, which you quickly learned was short for Nicolás. His little boy, Daniel, had become close with Connor since their school started, and you couldn’t be more thrilled. Both of them are kind, polite, and Connor has a lot of fun with Daniel. 

“Nico, hi,” you smile, “How are you?”

He leans against one of the pillars, crossing his arms in front of him. His grin is effortless, you think, although it’s nothing to the feeling you get when Rafe smiles at you like that. 

“I’m starting to think this day gets shorter and shorter,” he jokes, “I feel like I just dropped him off.”

“Aw, I’m always ready to pick him up,” you say, “I miss him after five minutes.”

He laughs, which makes you laugh. The classroom door opens and Ms. Angie, their teacher, smiles widely at the two of you. 

“Connor and Daniel have been playing all day,” she says. 

The two of you laugh and walk inside, finding Connor and Daniel standing together, putting their backpacks on. 

“They’re going to be best friends,” Nico says to you with a grin. 

“Looks like it,” you agree. 

Connor’s head shifts, and at the smallest look, he recognizes you and smiles immediately. 

“Mama!” he cheers, running across the room. 

You squat down and take him into your arms once he reaches you, giving him a hug. 

“Hi, baby,” you smile, “How was your day?”

“I played outside with Daniel,” he says. 

“You did? Did you have fun?”

Nico laughs from above you, and you meet his eyes with a smile. Not far behind Connor comes Daniel, launching himself into his father’s arms. 

“A lot of fun,” Connor nods, “Can Daniel come to our house? I told him about Josie and my soccer ball. He wants to play.”

You glance over at Nico and Daniel, who meets your eye and starts to shake his head with a shy smile on his face. 

“We could get them together another day, if you want–”

“Mama, please,” Connor begs. 

You stand up and take Connor’s hand in yours, giving it a squeeze. Nico removes Daniel’s backpack, then picks him up, holding him expertly against his chest. 

“We don’t have anything going on this afternoon, so if it works for you two, it works for us,” you smile. 

“Are you sure?” he asks, “I wouldn’t want to impose–”

“Not at all. We have a baby, so the house might be a little messy, but we’d love to have you guys over.”

“Yes!” Connor cheers, “Let’s go.”

You laugh and tug Connor back by his hand before he can run off, listening to Nico laugh, too. You unlock your phone and skim over a text from Rafe, reading:

Work thing. Taking Jo with me. Be home in a few hours. I’ll grab dinner, just tell me what you want. Love you, baby.

You swipe out of it before you respond, making a mental note to do it later. Then, you pull up a new contact and type Nico’s name into the bar, then hand it over for his number. 

“I’ll text you our address,” you explain. 

He nods and takes a hold of your phone, quickly typing his number into it and handing it back. 

“I appreciate this, Y/N. Is there anything I can grab on the way over, or–”

“Not at all,” you wave him off, “I’ve got snacks for the boys and adult food for us.”

He laughs, “Great. We’ll see you soon, won’t we, Daniel?”

“Yes,” he chirps, “Bye, Connor.”

“Bye, Daniel,” he waves. 

You and Nico exchange goodbyes, then you start out to the parking lot. Connor, with the promise of a friend coming over, doesn’t protest once when you put him in his carseat and buckle him in. Instead, he chats endlessly about what he and Daniel can do together.

When the two of you arrive home, you hurry in and try to clean up at least half of the living room. You’re sure Nico doesn’t really care, but you also want to look like you have your life halfway together. 

You’re thankful Nico takes his time driving over, and when the doorbell rings twenty minutes later, you feel like you’ve at least got a grip on the messy house. 

“They’re here, Mama! Can I get it?” Connor requests, being pulled to the foyer. 

“Hold on, handsome. I’m coming,” you call. 

You follow Connor to the front door and pull it open, greeting Nico and Daniel with a smile the second you see them. 

“Hey, guys. Come on in,” you wave them inside. 

Nico smiles and thanks you quietly while Connor grabs Daniel’s hand and starts to rush off. 

“We’re gonna play, Mommy,” Connor yells to you over his shoulder. 

“Okay, but no–” he cuts you off by running to the play room and pushing the door open, “Running.”

Nico chuckles, which makes you laugh. When you turn back to him, he seems to be taking you in, smiling as he does so, but you brush it off. 

“Daniel runs everywhere, too,” he tells you, “I never know where he has to rush off to so fast.”

“Right?” you laugh, “It’s all their energy. I wish I had that.”

“Me too.”

You chuckle, which makes him smile. It’s the kind of smile that takes up his whole face, and you’re sure that smile is his charm. 

Connor’s been in school for weeks now, and you’d never seen anyone other than Nico pick Daniel up. Although, you think, Rafe’s only been there to drop off or pick up a few times, given his work schedule is less flexible than yours. Although you’re curious, you won’t ask. 

“I was just about to make some tea,” you volunteer, even though it’s a lie and you were not even close to thinking about making tea, “Would you like some?”

“I’d love it,” he agrees. 

You smile and lead him into the kitchen, the one you’d expertly cleaned in five minutes by shoving all of the dishes into the dishwasher and everything else into random cabinets, and grab the kettle from the stove. 

“You have a beautiful home,” he remarks, his eyes traveling around the room. 

“Oh, thank you. That’s very kind.”

He hums in response, watching you fill the kettle with water at the sink. 

“Sometimes I worry that Daniel hates my apartment,” he confesses, “He sees houses around the school and asks me why we don’t live there. How do I explain to him that I just can’t afford it?”

You set the kettle on the stove and then turn around to face him, sympathy written all over your face. His jaw moves from side to side, telling you that he gets emotional just thinking about it. You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth and think for a moment, urging your brain to come up with the right words. 

“It’s not about the money,” you say, “I know that’s hard to agree with, but you’re a great dad from what I’ve seen. He’s loved and he’s cared for and fed. He has a shelter and someone looking out for him. That’s all he needs. I think it doesn’t matter where all that happens from, because a big house isn’t going to make him love you any more than he already does, you know?”

Nico’s eyes flash with an emotion you don’t recognize, but when his lips tip up, you relax. You give him a small smile and he returns it, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Thank you for saying that,” he replies, “I think I really needed to hear it.”

“It’s all true,” you shrug, “I didn’t strain myself.”

He laughs then, and it feels like the energy in the room shifts. He glances over and sees the faucet dripping even though the sink is off. 

“Does it do that all the time?” he asks you, nodding his head to the sink.

You nod, “My husband tried to fix it, but he couldn’t. We’re gonna have to call someone.”

Nico’s eyebrows furrow and he slightly shakes his head to himself. 

“Do you mind if I take a look?”

The kettle whistles behind you, distracting you. You just shake your head at him as you turn to grab it off the heat, then move to get mugs down. 

“You don’t have to–”

“I don’t mind. I did some home repair work when I was a teenager. I promise I won’t make it worse.”

You laugh and give in, gesturing for him to go ahead. He kneels and opens up the cabinet underneath the sink while you pour the hot water into mugs and leave them to steep. 

“Your husband have tools?” he calls, a slight grit in his voice you hadn’t noticed before. 

“Yeah, I think they’re in the garage–”

You move to grab them while Nico stands up, placing his hand on your arm and wrapping around it. 

“I can find them. You relax and drink your tea.”

You’re not sure if it’s the gentle look in his eye or the offer to remain still for more than ten seconds, but you nod. He flashes you another smile and heads off for the garage door, escaping out there quietly. 

He returns with Rafe’s toolbox and holds it up victoriously. You smile and offer him a mug with his tea in it, which he accepts in his free hand. 

“Thank you,” he says, then nods toward the sink, “It’s an easy fix. I’m surprised your husband couldn’t see it.”

You draw back from him at that remark, unsure of what that means. After a moment, when Nico squats again and extracts a tool from the box, you shake it out of your head. You’re sure he didn’t mean anything by it. He meant exactly what he said; Rafe just missed it. No big deal. He’ll probably be relieved he doesn’t have to pay someone to come out and fix it. 

“All right, there we go,” he says, extracting himself from the cabinet and standing up straight, “Should be good now.”

He turns on the water, and then shuts it off again, and you can’t help but grin when you see how it doesn’t drip. 

“Oh, my God,” you chuckle, “That’s been driving me crazy for a month now. Wow. Thank you so much, Nico.”

“Yeah, of course,” he smiles at you, closing up Rafe’s toolbox, then standing to wash his hands. 

Your smile remains on your face long after he washes and dries his hands, then picks up his mug and takes a long sip. 

“I can’t believe how easy that was for you,” you admit, “How long did you do repair work?”

“Three years. I got into construction after I found out Daniel’s mom was pregnant. The money is better.”

“Understandable,” you reply, for lack of a better response. 

A part of you is dying to know if Nico and Daniel’s mom are together, although he gives the impression that they’re not – especially when he said my apartment. Another part of you doesn’t want to push if it’s not something he wants to discuss. 

“She lives in California now,” he explains, “She’s got a husband and a kid. The husband owns his own company or some shit. That’s why I never really believe people when they say it’s not about the money.”

You frown and take another sip of tea, considering how painful that must have been for him. 

“I’m sorry,” you say, “That must have been hard.”

He shrugs, “She gave me Daniel, so, it is what it is.”

You usher Nico into the living room to sit, and the two of you continue to discuss his life. He asks you about Connor and Josie, and if you’d ever be open to having more children. You mention Rafe a few times in passing, but Nico never asks follow-up questions regarding him. You just assume this is because he never married, and he doesn’t know what to ask or discuss. You both run out of tea quickly, but when you offer him something more, he politely declines. Nico is so easy to talk to that you don’t even notice how much time has gone by until you hear the garage door open. 

“Baby? Whose car is that?” Rafe calls from the kitchen. 

“My husband,” you explain to Nico, then turn to talk to Rafe, “Living room!”

Nico leans back on the couch and sets his arm behind his head, seemingly unaffected by Rafe’s entrance. 

“I’d like to meet your daughter,” he tells you with a soft smile. 

You grin, “He’ll have her. Hopefully she’s not fussy.”

“I can deal with fussy. Daniel was so fussy when he was a baby.”

“Really?” your lips form a pout, “So you’re an expert then?”

He laughs, “Absolutely.”

Rafe walks through the doorway and, with hesitant eyes, observes you seated on the couch with a man he doesn’t know. He has Josie in his arms, one hand rubbing up and down her back as he holds her. 

“Hello,” he greets, and you can instantly tell he isn’t thrilled, “What’s up?”

You stand, and Nico follows your lead. 

“Rafe, this is Daniel’s dad, Nico. The boys are playing in the front room,” you explain, “Nico, this is my husband, Rafe.”

Rafe removes his hand from Josie’s back and extends it toward Nico, who accepts it with a grin. 

“Good to meet you,” Rafe says, “Connor talks about your son a lot.”

“Same with Daniel,” Nico replies, “Y/N and I got to talking today and decided to get together.”

Rafe extracts his hand then, straightening his back and puffing out his chest. You watch him and furrow your brows, wondering about his shift in behavior. 

“Is that right?” Rafe asks in a clipped tone. 

Before Nico can respond, you place your hand on Rafe’s arm and smile, earning his attention. 

“Nico fixed the sink,” you tell him, hoping it will improve his mood, “Can you believe it? It stopped dripping.”

Rafe’s expression doesn’t change, “I told you I’d get someone out to fix it.”

“Now you don’t have to,” you say. 

“Hm,” he hums, pursing his lips, “All right. Well, thanks for doing that, I guess.”

Nico nods once, “It was an easy fix.”

You don’t miss Rafe’s jaw clench, or the way his hand travels to your back and tightens around your shirt. He’s gripping you, as if staking a claim somehow, which has you holding back from rolling your eyes. 

“Do you want to join us?” you ask Rafe, widening your eyes at him as if to silently tell him to calm down. 

“Josie needs to be changed,” he replies, “It’s getting late, anyway. We need to focus on dinner.”

“Well–”

Nico stops you with the wave of his hand, “He’s right. It is late. Thank you so much for having us over, Y/N. And for the tea and company. We’ll have to do this again.”

“Absolutely,” you agree with a smile, “Let me walk you out.”

Nico grins at that, and when you swat Rafe’s hand from your back so you can walk away, his expression falls. You shrug at him, as if to ask what his problem is, to which he widens his eyes at you, telling you that you should already know. 

“Oh, let me take care of the mugs–” Nico starts, but Rafe speaks over your shoulder. 

“Leave them,” he states, “I’ll get them.”

You turn around to Nico, “But thank you for offering.”

Rafe scoffs behind you, but you make no move to turn around and look at him. You’re annoyed; he’d come in with an attitude and barely even gave Nico a chance before he decided to act territorial and rude. Nico offers you a small smile, then follows you to the front room to get the boys. 

“Later, man,” he says to Rafe, who offers him a tip of the head in response.

Connor and Daniel both protest, but when you two promise them they can play again next week, they agree to part. You wave goodbye to Daniel and Nico as they back out of the driveway, then tell Connor to clean up the playroom before dinner. He agrees and hurries back into the room while you go hunt down Rafe. 

He’d changed Josie and now stands in the kitchen with her in her baby base on the counter. He’s on his phone, and when you enter, he glances up at you only for a moment before looking back down again. You just stand there, the kitchen island between the two of you, waiting for him to speak. 

“He’s into you,” he mutters, placing his phone down on the counter. 

You scoff, “You’re ridiculous. Is that why you were being so rude?”

“I was rude because he was sizing me up.”

“Sizing you up?” you repeat, “We’re not in high school, Rafe. He knows that we’re married. You’re the one who was giving off the weird energy–”

“I was trying to make it clear that you are not up for grabs,” he defends himself. 

“He knows that!” you exclaim, “Are you seriously going to get all jealous right now?”

He draws back a step, his jaw winding tightly. He eyes Josie, placing her pacifier back in her mouth before he speaks. 

“I’m asking you to imagine how I felt just now. I sent you a text three hours ago that you didn’t bother to respond to, then came home and found a man sitting beside you on our couch with no other person in sight. Then, I reach out to touch you, and you smack me away. So, yes, I got a little possessive. Trust me when I tell you that you would, too.”

“No, I wouldn’t,” you snap, “Because I trust your judgment. And I certainly wouldn’t be rude to a guest in our home just because I was feeling insecure.”

“Now I’m insecure?” he questions, his voice raising slightly, “Y/N, it’s not about me trusting you, it’s about some guy in our home with you that I’ve never met. I don’t know who he is, what he’s capable of. Of course I don’t trust him around you–”

“So, you’re saying I have to run every guest by you now?” you ask, raising your eyebrows at him. 

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” he groans. 

“That’s exactly what you just said. If you haven’t met them, they’re not welcome in our home, right?”

He groans again and buries his face in his hands. You watch as he rubs his eyes with his palms, then looks up at you again. 

“Sweetheart, I’m just trying to tell you how I feel. I don’t want to fight.”

You hear Connor’s feet as he approaches the kitchen, hurrying in and tucking his hand into yours. 

“I’m hungry, Mama,” he tells you. 

You give him a forced smile and reach down, grabbing him underneath the armpits and setting him down on the counter in front of you. Reluctantly, Rafe moves around the island and steps beside you, in front of Connor. 

“Hey, squirt. How was your day?”

Connor grins and takes Rafe’s hand, “It was so fun, Daddy.”

“Good,” Rafe smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes, “What do you want for dinner?”

“Pizza,” Connor replies immediately. 

Rafe turns and looks at you, but you keep your eyes on Connor. His other hand grips yours, making you smile. 

“Is that okay?” Rafe asks you. 

“Yep.”

You see his jaw shift out of the corner of your eye, but he doesn’t say anything. He turns back to Connor and nods his head toward the garage. 

“Wanna go with me to get it?”

Connor nods, “Yes. Maybe they’ll give me a sticker.”

“Maybe,” Rafe laughs, then turns to you, “Be back soon.”

“Okay,” you reply weakly.

You step over to Josie and greet her, giving her little kisses all over her face and watching as she smiles. Connor protests by the garage door before the two boys can escape, squirming in Rafe’s arms. 

“We forgot kisses,” Connor lectures his dad. 

“Hurry,” Rafe tells him. 

“You didn’t give kisses,” Connor reminds him. 

You turn and meet Rafe’s eye, biting your lip to soothe the anxiousness you’re starting to feel. Rafe steps back into the kitchen and over to you, gently and carefully tucking his free arm around your waist. 

“I’m sorry I never greeted you properly,” he mumbles to you. 

You nod, your sign of forgiveness, and stand up on your tip-toes to give Rafe a kiss. He holds you against him for an extra few seconds, letting his mouth mold over yours. 

“My turn,” Connor says when Rafe pulls back. 

You peck him on the cheek and he does the same to you, and when you grab Connor’s hand, he squeezes. 

“Don’t be long,” you tell both of them.

Rafe holds your gaze for longer than usual, then leans down and kisses your forehead. You let him, allowing your eyes to close under his affection. Although you know that conversation is far from over, it’s nice to feel his love. 

     You and Rafe conduct business as usual for the remainder of the evening. You all eat dinner together, and he puts Josie to bed while you bathe Connor. Afterward, he comes into Connor’s room to say goodnight, giving his son a kiss. You’d think it was just another day, but Rafe’s lack of touches and kisses has you feeling empty by the time the two of you head back downstairs. As if to avoid talking about it too soon, you go into your bathroom and take a long shower. You let the hot water sink into your skin, washing away your anxiety about arguing with Rafe. You know it’s inevitable, given how opposite you both seemed to feel earlier. 

Your suspicion of him not being through with it comes when you emerge from the bathroom and find him sitting on the bed with his arms and legs crossed. 

“I don’t want him in our home anymore,” he says. His voice is quiet, but you can tell by his tone that he means business. 

“I already told the boys they could play together next week. After that, I’ll indulge your jealousy.”

You’re surprised at your own response, but it’s exactly what you’d been thinking all night. The last thing you want is for Connor to suffer because Rafe can’t get a hold of himself. 

“Being jealous would imply there’s something to be jealous of,” he reminds you, “You’re my wife. If anyone’s jealous, it’s him.”

You shake your head and walk over to your dresser, pulling a tee shirt and shorts out of it. Rafe watches you, waiting for your rebuttal. 

“There’s no reason for this, Rafe,” you sigh, “He’s a nice guy. He told me all about his past and Daniel’s mom, and I think he’s just had a hard time lately. He needs a friend.”

Rafe laughs, “Did he give you this sob story before or after he fixed the sink for you?”

“Is that what this is about? The fucking faucet?” you spin around and look at him, observing his rolling eyes. 

“I’m just saying,” he holds his hands up in defense, “Guys don’t just fix things. He’s into you, Y/N.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes, which makes Rafe clench his jaw even more. He sits up on the bed, telling you he’s ready to defend that comment. 

“Why can’t you believe he might just be a nice person?” 

“Because I’m a guy,” he responds, “I know exactly what he was thinking, sweetheart, and it wasn’t even remotely related to making your life easier.”

“You’re ridiculous, Rafe. I thought you’d appreciate that he fixed the faucet, considering he just saved you the cost of having to call someone out here.”

He shakes his head, “I don’t need Nico’s help taking care of my home. Or my wife. Or my fucking kids.”

“Oh, so this is an ego thing, then,” you decide. 

“No–”

“Let me ask you something,” you stop him, “What do you think could possibly happen? Even if, God forbid, he is into me, are you somehow under the impression that I’d run off into the sunset with him? That I’d… leave you?”

He winces, and so do you. Even just imagining that happening is enough for you to feel a pit in your stomach. You can feel your eyes welling up, but you shove the emotions down. You really don’t want to cry over this, over some stupid fight you shouldn’t be having in the first place. 

“I don’t even want to think about it,” he admits quietly. 

You turn again so your back is to him and remove your towel from your shower, tossing the shirt over your head and pulling the shorts on. Rafe is standing when you look back at him, his expression tough. 

“I don’t know what you want me to say. I’m not going to let our son’s new friendship suffer because you can’t get a grip.”

You watch his throat work, swallowing down your harsh words. 

“Well, I don’t want you to be alone with some guy who’s sitting around thinking about all the different ways he could fuck you,” he shoots back. 

You laugh sarcastically at that, unable to contain your normal tone any longer. 

“He doesn’t get to, Rafe!” you remind him, “You do. Actually, you don’t. Not tonight. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Sweetheart, stop. This is getting out of hand–”

“Yes, it is,” you answer him, “You’re acting like we’re still seventeen. I am an adult and I can handle myself. I don’t need you to save me all the time.”

“Fuck that, I know you can,” he raises his voice, crossing to your side of the bed to stop you from grabbing your pillow and leaving, “But you’re not listening to me. If he makes an advance and I’m not here to help you–”

“Oh, my God,” you groan, “Nico is a friend. That is it. The same way Kelce is my friend–”

“Kelce wanted to fuck you for years,” he reminds you. 

“Topper,” you fire back. 

“Wanted to fuck you when we were sixteen.”

“No he didn’t!” you protest. 

“Yes, he did,” Rafe replies, “He told me.”

“Well, whatever,” you wave him off, “That’s when we were kids. Nico is an adult, and so are we–”

“Doesn’t matter,” he cuts you off, “Your dick doesn’t stop getting hard just because you turn twenty-five.”

You sigh and pick up your pillow, ready to make a break for the couch. He steps to the side, blocking your exit.

“I don’t want to do this with you, Rafe,” you exhale, “You’re being immature.”

He frowns, “You’re being naive.”

You purse your lips and step toward him, ready to pass. He reaches his arms up instinctually and stops you, urging you to look at him. 

“I’m sleeping on the couch,” you repeat. 

“No, baby. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

You just nod, letting him lean over you to get his pillow from his side of the bed. He grips it tightly in his hand, then steps back, taking you in. 

“Goodnight,” you mumble. 

He watches as you turn back to the bed, placing your pillow down and pulling back the comforter. You can feel him still standing there, but you’re too chicken to turn around and face him. 

“You’re gonna make me sleep on the couch and not say it?” he questions. You can hear the tiniest bit of teasing in his voice, and you have to wiggle your jaw to stop a smile from forming. 

You inhale sharply, then turn halfway and steal a glance. Your eyes meet the floor before you speak. 

“I love you,” you say quietly. 

He steps forward, “You better. Kiss.”

You turn your head and peck his lips, and despite his sigh of disapproval, he accepts it. When you turn back to the bed again, you feel him start to exit. 

He stops right at the threshold, just as you shift to look at him. 

“I love you, too,” he tells you, “We’ll talk in the morning.”

You nod and watch him escape, crawling into the bed and turning off the lamp afterwards. You do your best not to think about the argument, or the fact that he’s not in here with you, even though you practically forced him out. Instead, you try to put it all out of your mind and go to sleep, which comes easier than you thought it would. 

     You wake in the middle of the night on your side, your back pressed into Rafe’s warm chest. You turn and find him asleep, wrapped around you, both of his arms holding your own. You have no idea how long he’s been holding you like this, but it makes you instantly choke up. 

“Rafe,” you whisper, nudging him, “Rafe.” 

“Hmm?” he hums sleepily, keeping his eyes glued shut. 

“I thought you were on the couch.”

Even though it’s dark, you swear you can see his lips tip up. You purse your lips to hide a smirk, thankful he’s keeping his eyes closed. 

“Bad dream,” he lies, and it’s obvious, “You complaining?”

You take a deep breath, “No.”

He smiles then, tucking you even closer to him and inhaling your sweet shampoo. 

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart. We can fight in the morning.”

You obey his raspy voice and relax in his arms, a part of you thankful to feel him. Although you dread the conversations to come in the morning, afternoon, and evening tomorrow, you’re at least glad that it’s him you get to do it with.

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[chronic-claire-universe]

Tokyo Revengers: Telling Them You’re Pregnant Pt.1

Fluff isn’t never enough and @sukirichi​ got me so soft for Bonten dads so here I am taking inspiration for this universe.

Characthers: Ran Haitani, Haruchiyo Sanzu, Shuji Hanma

Warnings: Angst to Fluff, Mentions of Alcohol, Mentions of Sex

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3

A.N: Not proofread, english isn't my first language

Liliac eyes stare at your sleepy figure, Ran ready to leave for work but his heart couldn’t stop beating fast, feeling a strange concern. “Ran” you say still with closed eyes, perceiving his intense stare, “Princess” he continues “How are you feeling now?”. Last night and tons others you woke up with the unpleasant desire to throw up, for the first time in his life, he felt guilty, you weren’t feeling good and he neglected you, argue and make up follow last night but being still nauseous , Ran thought you were still stressed. “I feel guilty” he confesses caressing your cheek, “Don’t! It’s just that I’m more nervous this period, I want to feel better” you say finally opening your eyes and looking to your heavenly king, “Should I call the doctor? You look so pale” he says, “I’ll do it, don’t worry please. I’ll let you know as soon as I know something, ok?” you say taking his hand and kissing it, “Ok princess, then I’ll be waiting for a message, contact me for anything you want”. 

It took some seconds after Ran leaves, to make you rush to the toilet and throw the hell out of you, the awful feeling doesn’t want to get away, you think staring into the space and finally noticing the box with your pads, a blush suddenly appears but you shrug your shoulders rejecting the idea, you had your period last month, it couldn’t be. However the sonogram you decided to do in the late morning, at your doctor's ambulatory, says otherwise, “Congratulations Ms y/n, you’re 6 weeks pregnant” the obgyn proclames, hyperventilation takes over you, chills and chest pain make you feel like dying for minutes, I’m not ready to be a mother, Ran doesn’t want a child, it’s not Ran it’s me the problem, what a stupid. "Ms y/n, ms please breath, stay calm, breathe in breathe out” the doctor says supporting your body. “I’m- I’m sorry” you stutter feeling ashamed, “It’s perfectly fine, lot of women experience this, especially the ones that didn’t expect the news, if you’re feeling better this is a brochure with all the informations about the pregnancy and all the useful numbers, I’ll be waiting for your call, take your time and discuss with the father, if he’s present”.

Discuss with the father, as if it could be easy, you think tapping your fingers on your thigs. Somehow, waiting for the bus you see a baby store and your tears start to stream from your eyes: How cute could be yours and Ran’s kid? Without thinking you across the street and go inside the store, “I’m pregnant” you state with a smile to the sales lady and nodding, she accompanies you in a tour in the shop letting you see lot of merch, but your eyes stop when you find lavender little shoes, “It seems that these got your attention” the sales lady says taking the little shoes and putting them in your hand, “They’re so tiny” you say blushing, “They are” the sales lady agrees.

Hours pass by, the night arrives and the door is unlocked and Ran runs to your shared room feeling like going crazy, he didn’t hear from you all the day, did you change your mind? Did something happen?, but here you lie in your bed huggin a teddy bear sleeping peacefully. “Princess, princess, it’s 8 p.m, wake up let’s have dinner” Ran says shrugging your shoulder, “Baby” you say leaving the peluche and huggin him tightly, “Princess I got worried, I waited a message all day” he says caressing your cheek, breathing slowly you take the courage and you look at him “Ran, mmm, Ran it’s-” “Calm down, whatever it is I’m always by your side” words couldn’t leave your mouth so you simply get up and go to the closet you take a little box, Ran perplexed waits for an answer, “Here” you say with glassy eyes opening  the box and showing the tiny shoes, “They’re cute, little but cu-” wide liliac eyes stare at the shoes and suddenly huggin you from behind, he says with a smirk “Got my princess pregnant, I knew my tadpoles were the strongest ” and kissing your neck you smile, your journey is going to be filled with love.

Sanzu isn’t a reliable man, you knew this when you got together but now, the more you stare to the word positive, the more you think it. Sanzu isn’t a family man, he has too many addictions and he is violent, you can’t manage to handle his episodes in these condition. Do I have to get rid of him? Him? I’m crazy, you’re going crazy you think, “Why are you going crazy?” you suddenly hear, “Shit” is the only reply your boyfriend hear from you, “What is it atta girl? You seem out of your mind” Sanzu says taking your chin leaving a breath of alcohol, “Get the fuck away, you stink!” you say with an unpleasant look, “It’s not that you never drank or complained about it” he says a bit annoyed, “Sanzu not now” you say hiding the stick inside your pants, blessed that he didn’t noticed it because of his highness. “What got into you today, did you get your period?” he says jokingly but suddenly tears start to stream your eyes, “Princess sorry I didn’t want to tease you? What happened?” he says huggin you, letting your tears flow his customed suit. You knew you couldn’t tell him, and Haruchiyo despite his defects, knows how to respect your boundaries especially when you feel sad, this time was no different but feeling that you couldn’t even eat and you didn’t accept even a glass of wine, he got worried. He tried to be patient but even after dinner no explanation came from you, the wine bottle empty, the vodka pouring into the glass blessed Sanzu mind, he decided to say something only when you got to bed. “Y/n, I’m still waiting an explanation. Did something happened?” tons of answers roam in Sanzu mind, you got sick, you were tired of him and his addiction, he didn’t had an idea but suddenly a word made his body alt and let the alcohol effects go away, “What is it?” he says not sure that he heard right, “I’m pregnant Haruchiyo” you say half asleep, the drowsiness disappear when you see your boyfriend get up going to the bathroom, and hearing throw up and coughin. Coming back as nothing happened, he opens the closet he gets some weapons and packets, leaving you without saying a word. Tears stream your eyes again, you were right Sanzu isn’t a family man, you’re lucky he didn’t try to kill you after hearing the news. He disappeared for hours and despite your condition you couldn’t sleep. Suddenly the entrance door opened and Sanzu huffs to your bedroom huggin you from behind “I’m sorry princess, I needed time to think and be sober to talk to you again. Are you ok with this? Whatever you want to do, when I come back home, I’ll be clean and ready to help you throughout this. Got it?” despite not seeing your face he felt the nod, and caressing your belly you feel in peace and reply “Got it, I love you Haruchiyo Sanzu”.

The cold toilet and the marble floor make your body shiver, it’s the nth times that you run to the toilet and throw up. Torn down and awfulness is what you feel but you don’t bother too much about it cause you’re not expecting anyone, or this is what you think, gettin up you move toward your living room and seeing the whyskey Hanma left some hours before, you take it and throw it to the wall hearing the glass breaking and accidentaly cutting your skin. Your body alts as soon as you hear the door open and your tall boyfriend appears in front of you, “What the fuck you think you’re doing!” he shouts, but as soon as he sees the blood he rushes to you and tells, “Cmon, let’s treat the cut!” guiding you to the bathroom he finally sees the mess in the toilet and looking at you confused he says “Did you get something! Tell me the truth pretty girl, I’m here to help you”, sincerity adorns his amber eyes, but you can’t help but laugh uncontrallably, “Not for so long”, “Ohi ohi, are you playing my game with me? It doesn’t work pretty girl” he says caressing your face while taking your hand and washing it under the water, “Now what’s this fuckin mess? Did you smoke the wrong joint?” he says with his usual smirk, “No” you reply turning serious, “So?” nothing important you repeat in your mind to gain the courage, but you know it’s useless “I’m pregnant” you say without ceremonies, “Oh oh oh, got my girl full of cum and now she’s pregnant? That’s a good work!” he says making your eyes widen, “Eh?” is the only thing that comes out from your mouth, you expected that he would have left you with his usual jokes or just ask to get rid of it, cause he isn’t here to raise a child but to fuck you. “Shuji aren’t you pissed off?” you say in disbelief, “Nope pretty girl, it’s not that I didn’t expected this, I love to fuck your pretty pussy without condom” he says trying to ease the tension, “Idiot, and you never bothered to ask me if I agree”, shruggin his shoulder and lightin a cigarette he says “Do you want to get rid of my baby?” he says smirking “Idiot stop!” you shout taking the cigarette from his mouth, turning it off with sink water, “Smoke is bad for the child” taking your chin “Ok I promise I will not smoke in your presence or in this house as long as you’re pregnant, I’ll do it just for you!” he says, but a pout appears on your lips and you reply “What about the baby? Wouldn’t you do it for them?”, the smirk doesn’t leave Hanma traits and touchin your stomach he declares: “I don’t plan to be the father of the year and I’ll be absent for most of their events, but I’ll try my best, I’ve always been curious to try this parent thing with my pretty girl” he concludes sealing a deep kiss, “But we won’t stop fucking!”.

@httptamaki​ @ravenina14​

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[sundaybee]

Chance Encounters (Pepa x Fem!Reader) Pt 2

Based on the prompt: “From behind I thought that you were my relative, which is why I tapped you on your shoulder, but honestly you’re much hotter.”

Pt 2 of 8

Pt 3

I’m thinking the reader and triplets are in their early twenties. Somewhere between 20-23.

As always I am not a native Spanish speaker, so if I butchered a sentence or word let me know so I may correct it.

Hope you enjoy!

For weeks you were the only thing on Pepa’s mind. She would find excuses to go into town and watch you from a safe distance. She watched you draw and chat with people and live your life while she cowered behind people, trees, and buildings. 

Ever since she saw you the weather had been so pleasant. The thought of you put a smile on her face and when Pepa smiled the sun shined brightly. No one was complaining about the good weather but one Madrigal knew something was up.

“Pepa you’re in a good mood.” Julieta said one morning as she cooked breakfast. Pepa had joined her in the kitchen to help set the table. 

“Just looking forward to another day.” She replied as she pulled the plates from the cabinet.

“We’ve had weeks of amazing weather. You’re never this happy for this long.” Julieta commented as she moved about.

“You’re complaining about good weather?” Pepa asked and retrieved the silverware. Julieta hummed and let Pepa flutter around the kitchen a moment more.

“Are you going off to stalk Y/N again?”

Pepa stumbled, casita shifting the tiles under her feet to help steady her. Julieta hid her giggle behind her hand.

“Why would you even suggest that?” Pepa asked, a small cloud appearing over her head. 

“Well, after Bruno told me how you were injured and how weird you were around Y/N I decided to watch you. Frankly I’m surprised that my hothead sister is acting so shy and scared.” Julieta replied. She began moving things to the table in preparation for the family meal.

“You must have hit your head. You’ve lost it.” Pepa said and turned her back on her sister, if only to hide her red face. She thought she had been being subtle with her admiration. 

“She’s such a nice woman. You should just go talk to her. If Bruno can then certainly you can.” Julieta said. She walked by her sister and plucked the plates from her and began to finish setting the table. 

“I’ll talk to her as soon as you talk to that Agustín boy.” Pepa said and smirked. 

“Oh, we've already spoken. I have a date Friday night.” Julieta said and sighed dreamily after the thought. Pepa whipped around.

“Wait what?! And you weren’t going to tell me?!” She practically shouted but Julieta was quick to get to her and press her hand over her sister's mouth.

“Shhh! Mamá doesn’t know!” Julieta said in a hushed tone. Pepa simply nodded and couldn’t help her jaw drop when her sister removed her hand. 

“Look at you rebelling for once.” Pepa teased. The dreamy look on her face was more than enough to get Pepa smiling. 

If Julieta could talk to her crush then she certainly could as well.

——

“Lo siento! Let me help!” Pepa said as she bent to the ground to help you pick up your art supplies. 

Pepa was determined to talk to you, but with each step closer to town she got, the more nervous she became. As she began to rehearse in her head what she would say when she faced you she zoned out, and ultimately walked right into you, knocking all your belongings to the ground. 

Embarrassment 1. Pepa 0.

“Please don’t worry about it.” You said as you were quick to grab your sketchbook and press it to your chest. 

You’ve always been infatuated by the redhead, ever since that night you saw her dancing with her sister. You really wanted to talk to her, get closer to her, but you never knew what you’d say. You were just a nobody artist. There was nothing spectacular about you in any sense. How could you expect to talk to the beautiful, magical, weather wielder that was practically town royalty?!

“Umm, how are you?” Pepa asked as she passed you back your charcoal sticks. You blinked in surprise.

“I’m doing well. Yourself?” You asked with a smile.

“Oh I’m fine.” She replied quickly and glanced away. Your smile faltered for a second but you had an idea.

“Are you busy?”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, are you done with your chores? I know you do a lot of all of us.” You stated.

“I still have to take care of the fields and I’ve been asked to water Señor Pablo’s crops.” Pepa said and glanced in the direction she would ultimately have to head.

“Well when you are done would you like to hang out?” You asked, a hopeful smile on your face. Now it was Pepa’s turn to blink in surprise.

“Hang out?” Pepa repeated dumbfounded. You wanted to spend time with her? You wanted to spend time with her!

As Pepa’s brain tried to catch up with reality you became nervous. Maybe you were too forward. Or maybe she really did not want anything to do with you.

“I mean, if you are busy or don’t want to, that's fine. I just thought-” You mumbled, tongue tied, until Pepa interrupted you.

Pepa’s yes came out more enthusiastically than she intended, but she smiled when she watched you smile brightly.

“¡Estupenda! Meet me at the fountain around 5:00pm!” You said and earned an enthusiastic nod from the redhead.

“I’ll see you then!” 

Pepa watched you as you departed and couldn’t believe her good luck. She hummed the whole way to the fields. She would be sure to get her chores done quickly so she could get back to you.

That was easier said than done.

Due to her excitement and good mood it took an embarrassing amount of time to figure out a way to make herself cry and shift the weather. She was thankful 5:00pm was a ways away.

Soaked head to toe she made a mad dash for casita to change into something dry. 

“Pepa good you're here.” Alma stated as soon as her middle child ran through the door.

“Hold that thought mamá.” Pepa shouted and dashed for her door. Alma noticed the small puddles left behind and waited patiently for her daughter to change. 

As Pepa was fixing her hair she heard the soft opening and closing of her door. 

“Juli! You were right. Talking to her was much better than staring.” Pepa said to her sister's reflection in her vanity mirror.

“That’s great! But we have a situation.” 

Pepa turned to look at her sister curiously. 

“Mamá has Felix and his parents downstairs. Apparently mamá put together a family dinner for you today.”

Pepa visibly paled and dropped the hairbrush.

“Juli! I’m supposed to meet her when I finish getting ready! She told me 5:00pm!!” Pepa shrieked and began to panic. A cloud quickly forming.  

“Cálmate! Maybe if I rush the food we can just get through it fast.” Julieta suggested. Pepa had already dropped her head to her vanity and was groaning. Of all the days.

[softjakehoon]

My Roommate Who Uses an XL Condom pt. 1

pairing: Jay/Reader

includes: slight edging, deep throat, cum in mouth, rough sex, breeding kink, roommate sex

warning: this is a written smut, if you don’t like reading stuff like this, scroll down for your sake please it’s not that complicated, thank you. 

also, this was inspired by a manga called "Joushi no Asoko wa XL size" and it's the part about the xl condom thingy, which would be on the second part though. and of course, our y'n being a product reviewer. the rest are based on my imagination.

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You've been searching for a part-time job for a couple of hours now, but most of the jobs available are full-time shifts. You're in your fourth year in college and you're pretty much occupied with all of the school works and activities that's why you resigned from your previous customer service job. You have no choice but to choose a job that will allow you to manage your own time. It's not like you wanted to do this out of boredom. You have to support yourself to afford your tuition fees and daily expenses. Your parents are both senior citizens so you had to work right after you turned 18.

"Product reviewer? No way, this sounds too good to be true."

One-week deadline per product.

Flexible work schedule. 

Salary offer $1000 per review.

You didn't hesitate to submit your application. You have to get this job or you won't be able to pay rent. You don't even have anything to eat for this week. You sighed at your current situation. You went to the shower room to clean up before going to bed. 

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You woke up around 8 am, starving. You went to the kitchen to find something to eat. You were surprised to see the fridge full of actual food to eat. 

"Am I dreaming? How is the fridge full of food when it was empty last night?" You grabbed a tub of marinated beef and began cooking. 

"Fuck, when was the last time I ate meat? I've only been eating ramen and junk food lately. No wonder I feel like shit." You laughed at your own misery. You were cut off by the sound of the door opening. You don't remember inviting anyone over to your apartment. You don't have a roommate as well so you started to feel nervous. 

"Who is it?" You shouted while chewing on the meat you wrapped with lettuce. 

You turned your head around to see a man around your age wearing all black and a frown on his face. 

"Who are you?" He asked you back. 

"I asked you a question first. Why do you have a key to my apartment?" This time, you went to speak to him up close. You're near-sighted so you wanted to see him up close. 

"I'm Jay. I moved in last night. Are you my roommate?" He kept his cold expression. 

He's handsome as fuck, but cold as hell. You thought to yourself. Too bad. 

"Oh, that must be why the fridge is full this morning. Fuck, sorry I cooked the beef bulgogi just now. I will pay you back once I get paid from my job." You looked down from embarrassment. 

"That's alright." He didn't even bother to ask your name and went to his room. You didn't want to bug him about it since you still owe him a tub of beef so you just shrugged your shoulder and finished your breakfast. 

While eating, you checked on your email for updates. 

"Holy fuck." Your jaw dropped upon reading an email. It was from the company you applied to last night. You got the job, and you're starting today. 

You signed the contract immediately and submitted all the needed requirements. Your first product will arrive in the afternoon so you couldn't help but be excited while washing the dishes. 

After doing the dishes, you decided to do the laundry. You've been going braless in the apartment when you were still alone but you have a male roommate now so you can't do that anymore. You needed to wash them. 

"Fuck, I ran out of shorts as well? What have I been doing all this time to forget doing my laundry?"

You decided to wear an oversized almost see-through white shirt and black underwear. 

While you were putting your clothes in the front load washing machine, you heard him pretending to cough. 

You dropped the clothes upon hearing that and looked around to see him piercing you with his eyes staring straight at your body. 

"What do you think are you doing?" He said, raising his eyebrows. 

"I'm doing my laundry. Are you blind?" You looked to your side, afraid of meeting his eyes. 

He stood in front of you, "I'm not. In fact I'm very much pleased of what I'm seeing right now." You gulped when he touched your chin and forced you to look into his eyes. 

"What are you doing?" You're starting to get nervous, or turned on. You don't know anymore. Is it because you haven't had sex for so long now? Fuck, you know you can't have sex with your roommate. You know damn well how it would end since your ex was also your roommate before. 

"I'm making you look at my face. Ever since we met you've been avoiding my gaze." He smirked at you, turning you on even more. 

"T-that's because you look scary, dude. Geez, get your hands off me or I will punch your face so I won't have any reason to look at it." You tried to push him away only for him to corner you on the wall with his arms locking you in. 

"Don't call me that. Or I will kiss you right now." You knew he wasn't bluffing. But for some reason, you wanted to kiss him as well. So you called him that. 

"Stop playing around, dude. Can't you see I'm busy doing someth-" You were cut off by his lips on yours. It stayed still for a short moment as if he was trying to see how you would react. But when he sensed you closing your eyes, he began to move his lips along with yours.

It was a sweet and passionate kiss as if he knew you all his life. It felt so good, you couldn't help but pull his hair, making the kiss deeper. His right hand holding your face along with your jaw, his left hand holding your waist, keeping you close to his body. You could feel your core starting to get wet from the heat that you're feeling, making you rub your thighs together. Taking the hint, Jay placed his knee in the middle and closed the distance between your body. You're now grinding on his thighs, desperately looking for friction and release. 

"Are we just gonna kiss all day or are you going to fuck me?" You pulled away from the kiss and chased your breath.

"I thought you said you're busy." He smirked again. 

"Well now I'm not." You kissed him again, this time with so much lust and desire. Jay is incredibly handsome, he's tall and has a nice body as well. Normally, you don't hang out with guys like him because you know they're always into pretty girls, but you don't want to think about it for now. 

"Relax, baby. I'll get you nice and ready first." He grabbed your breasts as soon as he removed your shirt, sucking on your nipples while his right hand palming your core. 

"I guess I don't even need to. You're soaking wet already. Is this all for me, babe?" He removed your last piece of clothing and slipped two fingers inside you. 

"Fuck, Jay. Shut up already and put it in.” You can't help but moan as he slips his fingers in and out of you.

“Stop bossing me around, brat.” There was a sudden change in his aura, his fingers thrusting in and out of you now roughly. 

“Damn it, I wanna cum on your cock, please. Fuck me already.” You begged. You’re about to reach your climax under his touch. All of a sudden, he removed his fingers making you bite your lips in frustration.

“What the hell? Why did you sto-” You were cut off when he grabbed a fistful of your hair, pushing you down on your knees. He immediately removed his belt and tied your hands with it. You stared at him with your puppy eyes while waiting for him to remove his clothes.

He pumped his cock a couple of times before squeezing your cheeks, a sign for you to open your mouth. You were taken aback by the size of his cock in your tiny mouth. You can’t even touch him to support yourself, so he was holding you by your hair and fucking your mouth as he wants. 

“See, this is what your mouth is for. It’s not for you to talk back, or be a brat. This mouth is meant for my cock.” Tears pooled in your eyes as the tip of his dick hits your throat every time he would thrust. You were able to get rid of your gag reflex, thanks to your ex.

“Fuck, how are you so good at this? I fucking love your mouth. You’ve got no gag reflex? Fucking insane, ahh.” He’s growling at this point. You can tell he’s close as the veins in his dick are getting more prominent and it’s twitching inside your mouth.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” After a couple of thrusts, he came down your throat. You gladly swallowed his cum, making sure nothing goes to waste.

“Shit, brat. You better remember how I taste.” He said, untying your hands from his belt. He helped you to stand, kissing you while placing you on top of the counter. 

He took no time in aligning himself into your core. He gathered your wetness using the tip of his dick and finally pushed it in. You can definitely feel the stretch but the pleasure goes beyond the pain at this point. You were moaning softly against his ear. 

“Fuck, you feel so tight around me.” His thrust getting steady and rougher each time.

“You feel so good, Jay. I’m gonna cum.” You’re finally getting the release he denied you earlier.

“That’s right, cum on my cock.” You moaned in response. Your walls tightening around him even more, making him meet his nearing climax for the second time.

“Cum with me, Jay. Come inside me, please.” You were on birth control anyway. You were on an injectable contraceptive and it’s still in effect ‘til now. You will probably need to ask him if he’s fucking around later on but you really wanted to have his cum inside you. Hearing you beg for his cum was music to his ears. After easing you from your high with a couple of thrusts, he came right after. You felt his dick twitch inside you, his cum spreading heat in your walls. He pulled out seconds after, making his cum leak out of you.

Jay swore he took a mental image of it in his mind. You looked so hot, all fucked out because of him. You, on the other hand, waited for him to help you get off the counter.

Which he didn’t do. He put on his clothes and went straight to the bathroom to clean himself. 

“What a jerk. Did he just leave me here after all that?” You tried not to feel too disappointed. Still, it made you feel angry. He could’ve at least helped you. “I’m never having sex with you again, asshole.” You said just enough for him to hear you in the bathroom.

Author’s note: Jay’s point of view will be on the second part. He’s a gentleman pls.

[iwadori]

Oh my God, I just saw your angst iwa fic with the pregnant reader and then looked for more fics on your blog and I fell in love with it???❤❤ + ayeee another demon slayer lover here 😭can I maybe be an emoji anon?:"D I would love to chat with you but a little bit to shy

And I hope its also okay if I request something: Can you maybe do Tendou and Iwaizumi making the reader insecure? ( maybe where the reader gets jealous/ insecure because some fangirls are flirting with them and they say something like "maybe you are to insecure/jealoue" and they are scared that they will leave them?)

Hope you have a great day <3

When they make you insecure PT 4/ Dating your brothers teammate PT3

When they make you insecure:

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four Part Five Part six

Dating your brothers teammate:

Part One Part Two Part Three

Word Count: 2.1K

Genre: angst,fluff

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Authors Note: Thank you so much for liking my other works, and OF COURSE you can message me/be a continous anonymous ask. BTW if anybody wants to privately message me just to talk or whatever or ask me questions on my asks they can!! And IK this wasn’t technically what you asked for but I hope this is good enough <3 (I will most likely do Iwaizumi in the next part) by the way this is NOT proofread (so expect mistakes)

Tendou

You and tendou have been talking since you were in your first year and his second.

So you weren’t officially dating.

He was interested in what the second ushijima would be like.

You were just like your brother, sharp and stoic but great in everything you do and it seemed that Tendou took a liking to that.

You entered your brother's dorm room in the hopes of finding Tendou, but unluckily it was just Ushijima reading his magazines. “He’s not in here,” he said before you could even ask about your crush's whereabouts.  

As you were about to leave the room, Ushijima asked you to sit down for a moment so he could to you “yess toshi?” you said already bored.

“Are you and Tendou dating?” he asked

“Umm I-” You didn’t really know what to say, since you and Tendou haven’t officially put a label on things (as much as you wanted him too.) “Not really dating per se, just going through the motions...i guess” you said with uncertainty.

“Going through the motions?” Ushijima questioned more to himself then to you.  

“Don’t worry about it Toshi” you say ruffling his hair

“I’m just checking to make sure you’re okay Y/N” he said seriously “Oh and by the way when you and Tendou are about to have se-”

“La La La La La” you say putting your fingers in your ears “I do not need a sex-ed lesson from you nii-san" you swiftly leave the room a tad bit grossed out.

“Oh and by the way Tendou is probably in Eita’s and Kenjirou’s room.” he calls.

You excitedly skip over to Semi’s and Shirabu’s room happy to see your boyfriend ‘friend.’ Walking to the door, before you open it, you hear Tendou talking to Semi and Shirabu and the conversation topic seems to be about you.  

“How are things going with Y/N Tendou” Semi asked “You’re practically dating now. Right?”

“Well Semi-sem, I wouldn’t say that...” Tendou said, making you furry your eyebrows in confusion. “Y/N is a bit, you know... what’s the right word” he thinks, “Boring.”

You step back abit from the door, shocked. ‘Boring?’ How were you boring... You were hurt. Especially since you’ve heard the insult of you being boring your whole life, you knew that you took after your brother in most aspects but that didn’t make neither you or your brother boring. You’ve even have voiced that specific insecurity (about you being boring) where Tendou always assured you that you were the most interesting person he’s ever met.

You went back into Ushijima’s room since it was the closest place and you knew you could always go to your brother whenever you were upset or just in need of someone to listen to you rant about anything. Upon your entering, Ushijima looks up at you and before he could ask what was wrong you wrapped your arms around him and just burst out crying. Awkwardly, Ushijima pats your back not really knowing what to do. He waits for you to calm down before asking you “What’s wrong Y/N?”

“h-he called me boring...” you cried again slightly, “I heard him talking with Semi and Shirabu”

“Well I don’t think you a boring, not at all Y/N” he said handing you a tissue so that you can wipe your eyes and blow your nose “Do you need me to talk with him?”

“No!” You exclaimed “Don’t talk to him...I’ll handle it.” You knew that him and Tendou talking wouldn’t turn out right, because you weren’t even dating in the first place and Ushijima would definitely deep the situation more then needs be.  

“Ushiwaka I brought some snacks for us” said a cheerful sounding Tendou entering the room. His voice faltered when he saw a teary eyed you wrapped up in her brothers arm. “Y/N-chan are you alright?”  

“Yeah I’m fine” you respond dryly “Well I’ll be going...thanks Toshi”  

You leave the room not looking Tendou in the eye leaving him confused. He thought you would be happy to see him, although he knew you weren’t officially ‘together’ or whatever so he didn’t get why you seemed mad.

“Hey Ushiwaka, what’s wrong with Y/N” he asked  

“She said I am not allowed to discuss it with you.” Ushijima replied flipping through his magazine

‘So there is a problem..’ Tendou thought trying to think of things that could spur up your problem with him.

When you were heading to your room, you bumped into Semi and Shirabu who seemed to be heading towards your brother. “Hey Y/N” they greeted simultaneously

“hi guys..” you said sniffling  

They could see that you were sad and didn’t want to pry, so in an attempt to make you feel better Semi said “One of our friends, I think someone from Karasuno is having a party do you wanna come with us.” Just then, a lightbulb went off in your head and you thought of the best idea to really show Tendou you aren’t boring and you can also make your ‘boy’ friend jealous at the same time.

You immediately perk up and smile at the boys surprising them, “Sure, I'd love to go pick me up at 8?” you ask making them nod as you rush back to your dorm room to find something to wear.  

After basically emptying your wardrobe, you find something to wear (a little black dress to be precise) you couldn’t deny that you were hot in general but right now in this dress there was no dispute about how beautiful you are.

Semi knocks on your door right at 8pm, his eyes widening seeing how you look. You gave him a knowing smirk making the tips of his ears go red, “should we be going now...?” you ask as he was stood there frozen staring at you,

“Uhm yeah sure” he said awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck feeling a little bit embarrassed.

Entering the party, a lot of eyes were on both you and Semi in jealousy and in want. You were both the most attractive ‘couple’ in the room and it was obvious that you both knew that. Tendou was already there sitting in the corner of the room with the rest of the Shiratorizawa boys, he had of bit of anger brewing in the pit of his stomach at the sight of you on Semi’s arm.

“Semi! My twin, welcome to the party!” Yelled a boy who looked kind of like Semi, making Semi roll his eyes

“Hi, I’m Sugawara but you can just call me suga” he says to you extending his hand “and you are...”

“Oh Hi! I’m Ushijima Y/N” you replied back giving his hand a shake

“I see, Ushiwaka’s little sister...cute” he says smiling in your face “Well I’ve got to now and make sure certain teammates of mine aren’t blowing up my house or anything so talk to you soon”

“You do kind of look the same Semi” you say to him teasingly

“Oh, shut up Y/N” he says jokingly making you laugh pretty loudly putting your arm on his bicep (forearm I don’t know the body part lol.) You look over to Tendou and you could tell he was getting bothered by your interaction with Semi making it even more enjoyable to you.

“Semi, do you wanna dance?” you ask batting your eyelashes at him, throwing him off. “Um okay.”

You were being a bit wild with your movements whilst dancing with Semi (since you’re obviously not the usual party-goer) but you were enjoying yourself nevertheless.  

“Are you okay Y/N?” Semi asks you  

“Yeah why wouldn’t I be” you respond

“Um...it’s just that you’ve been a bit weird tonight and I’ve seen the staring matches you and Tendou have been having” he says “Is everything alright with both of you?”

He leads you over to somewhere more private so that you could properly talk, “So what's been going on with the two of you.”

“You should know more than me Semi” you sigh “You were there when he called me boring”

“I don’t think he meant it th-” he starts  

“I don’t care what he meant to be honest, I just wanted to prove to him more so prove to myself that I’m not boring. Cause I don’t think I am.” you say

“You’re not Y/N” he says looking at you “Of course you aren’t.”

“I guess so... it doesn’t even matter I shouldn’t even be so upset, since me and Tendou aren’t actually dating.” you mumbled looking away

“Tendou really likes you Y/N” he says turning your body so you’re so looking at him “He talks about you all the time, since he thinks you’re amazing.”

You’re now staring into each other's eyes “And that’s because you are amazing Y/N” his words make you smile and look down slightly. Maybe it was just because you were both in the heat of the moment, but Semi lips up your chin so you’re both directly in front of each other and you then subconsciously lean into his face closing your eyes (with him doing the same.) And just as your lips were about to touch you hear a,

“What the fuck is happening here!” you look to your left and see both Tendou and Ushijima. With Tendou having his mouth agape and Ushijima having his usual monotone expression on. Tendou rushes over to you and grips your arm pulling your arm up, making you wince slightly and him lessening his grip on you. He pulls you into the bathroom and sits you down on the toilet (the lid is closed) and he leans against the sink.

“What’s your problem with me Y/N” he says sounding pretty fed up.

“Nothing...I don’t see why you care … It’s not like we’re dating or anything” you say mumbling the last part.

“Oh so that’s your problem!” he exclaims, kind of happy that he cracked the code on why you were mad at him.

“No my problem is that you think Im boring” you whine  

“Boring... I don’t think I ever sai-” he pauses realizing what you were referring too “Oh you heard me when I was with Semi-sem and Shirapoo... we thought we heard someone outside”

You sat there with a bored expression on your face waiting for an explanation, “I never said you were boring, well I did. But I assume you miss what I really said was ‘Boring. No that’s also the wrong word too she’s blunt it’s like I’m talking to a girl version of Ushijima sometimes it’s spooky.... but besides that, I really like her’ that’s what I said”

Oh, ‘I guess that makes sense,’ you think... because you were shocked that Tendou would call you boring in the first place so it makes more sense that he didn’t even fully mean that and you just didn’t hear the full thing.

“Oh” you say, looking down feeling a bit embarrassed  

"I really like you Y/N... and I know you’ve been waiting on me to ask you to be my girlfriend and I’m sorry for not doing it sooner, I just didn’t think we needed a label since we both knew what we were” he says kneeling down to be at your eye level “But obviously when I saw you dancing and flirting with Semi I realised what I gotta do... so Y/N Ushijima my ‘miracle girl’ will you be my girlfriend”  

“Of course,” you say giving him a hug  

“Oh, and Y/N...” he starts “were you really about to kiss semi” he asks in a jokey way “you would’ve been left with a permanent scowl left on your face” making you laugh.

After spending quite some time in the bathroom with Tendou, you finally leave and see Ushijima just standing outside patiently waiting.  

“Umm Toshi-nii what are you doing?” you ask  

“Just making sure you’re okay Y/N.” he says looking at both you and Tendou and then your hands that are holding each other's “Ahh I see you two are now boyfriend and girlfriend”

“Yes indeed we are Ushiwaka, I finally asked her!” Tendou replied

“Oh that’s good.” Ushijima nods at both at you as you start walking off to return to the party “Also Tendou, when you and Y/N have se-”

“Gosh Toshi, stop with the sex talk” you say putting your hands on your ears making Tendou laugh.

You and Tendou have so much fun in your relationship, always enjoying the time you spend together. There were no big problems with you two, besides minor arguments but if there ever was a problem you could always go to your big brother who had the best advice to give whether it was on relationships, plants or sex.

[xoxo-teddybear]

Nothing But a Bet - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, cursing, sexual mentions

Summary: Bakugou and his friends were just joking around! Nobody expected Bakugou to fall in love! But what’ll happen when Y/N finds out she started off as nothing but a piece of a game to her boyfriend.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Pt.1 Pt.2

It wasn’t supposed to be this way, but Bakugou sure is glad with the way things turned out.

About 11 months ago, Bakugou, Kaminari, Kirishima, and Sero were messing around. The boys were making bets but once Kaminari had gone too far on the one he offered Bakugou, Kirishima called it quits and decided to back out of their little game.

Kaminari had dared Bakugou to ask out new girl on a date, be with her for a week, and not fall in love. Seemed like a simple bet. Y/N L/N, the new student, was very pretty. She was an incredible fighter but Bakugou didn’t know her enough to even call her a friend yet. All he had to do was date her for a week and not catch feelings? Seemed simple enough. And besides, if he won he would be getting Denki as a personal assistant for a month, getting him anything he wants. Bakugou was in.

The bet was simple. So simple! So how could Bakugou have failed? He couldn’t help it. Y/N was just so...perfect. She was kind and compassionate, but she also had poison on her tongue and always stood her ground. She was strong and gorgeous, and she was patient and always listened to Katsuki to help him with whatever. Throughout the first week, she was always there for Katsuki and even though she didn’t always give him what he wanted, she gave him what he needed, and that’s when he realized he needed her.

So after the first week of Bakugou and Y/N together as a couple came another..and another...and another..and another. Weeks turned to months and those months turned into almost a whole year. The couple has been dating for 11 months and was waiting for their 1 year anniversary to come right around the corner.

Bakugou was completely whipped for Y/N. He waited on her, hand and foot, and treated her like the queen she is. He loved her with his entire being and just being around the girl made him a better, happier person. He went through all the steps in a young relationship with Y/N. They were each other’s first love, first kiss, first date, first everything! Even their first time! Yup, Bakugou and Y/N had both lost their v-cards to each other and it was a night Bakugou would never forget.

And now here we are! The day of their anniversary! Y/N and Bakugou woke up in each other’s arms in Bakugou’s dorm room.

“Good morning Suki,” Y/N said with love laced in her voice. Bakugou was awake but kept his eyes shut as he pressed his forehead to Y/N’s temple and just smiled.

“G’morning Princess,” he then pecked her cheek, “happy one year,” he softly said. He pulled you in closer and you giggled at his sleepy state. You both shared a quick peck and Bakugou finally opened his eyes to stare at his beautiful princess.

“So! What’re we gonna do today?” Y/N asked with glee. As Bakugou opened his mouth to answer, his phone rang and you both looked towards it. Bakugou growled and rolled his eyes as he reached for his phone to answer. He sighed before he spoke.

“Hello?......what?! .....ugh, today of all days?” He said and looked towards Y/N with sad eyes, “C’mon! I got plans for today....no I know but-....*sigh* fine. I’ll be there in an hour.” He hung up the phone and tossed it to his night stand and he frustratingly tucked his head in Y/N’s neck and growled.

“Sooo....plans are canceled?” You said with a little hint of disappointment. Bakugou looked at you with a regretful eyes as he softly spoke.

“I’m sorry Princess, Aizawa’s calling me and Kirishima in for extra training. He planned this months ago and I told him not to put me on for today but I guess he forgot. If I don’t go in today then I don’t get to go in at all and it puts me behind. I’m sorry Y/N,” he said apologetically.

“Hey, don’t sweat it, Love. I get it, and it’s fine. We’re hero trainees, we gotta be at our best,” you said with a smile. Bakugou smiled at your grin and was thankful he had someone as understanding as you. “What time should you be back?”

“Uhh, probably around 9 tonight,” he sadly said.

“Oh wow...that’s a long time,” you said with a little sadness.

“Yeah I know, and I’m sorry, but I promise I’ll make it up to you!” Bakugou said. He felt so bad for missing your anniversary but he had to do what he had to do.

“It’s fine Suki. You said you’d be back at 9, so that’s when we’ll celebrate.” You offered.

“Baby, the dorm’s curfew is 10. What’re we gonna do for an hour outside?” He asked.

“Who said we had to leave the dorms to celebrate our anniversary? I could set something up here in one of our rooms and when you get back, we can celebrate. Just you and me, all night.” Bakugou smiled at his creative girlfriend. He was so blessed. He held you closer and covered your face in kisses as you giggled away. He loves the sound of your laugh and voice and craves to hear it all the time.

“Okay then, but I still want to make it up to you,” Bakugou bargained. Y/N only smiled and rolled her eyes at her stubborn boyfriend.

“Fine. I’m not complaining,” you laughed and Bakugou followed. He kissed you one last time before he got up and got ready. You stayed in his bed a bit longer and waited till he got out of his shower to leave to your own dorm to get ready. You both couldn’t wait for tonight!

*Timeskip*

It’s was 8:30 and Bakugou would be back soon and you both agreed to have your celebration in your room so that when Bakugou gets back, he can get ready. You set up your room perfectly. A table in the middle, a few candles, a few roses. Petals scattering the floor and his anniversary gift on your bed. You spent all day in the dormitory kitchen making spicy gyoza, seaweed salad, miso soup, and a variety of sushi. The room looked amazing and so did you! Your makeup was top notch and you wore a gorgeous maroon red dress that hugged your body. It was tightly hanging off your shoulders and the length went down to your upper thigh. You wore a skinny black choker and a gold necklace. You finished off your look with black strappy heels. It was a little chilly so you opted for a black leather jacket and honestly it pulled the whole look together.

You sat on your bed as you waited for Katsuki to come back but decided it was time to set the table. You brought the food and utensils, the plates and cups, and went back to get a pitcher of ice water. As you returned and placed the pitcher on the table, you went to close the door but heard Kaminari and Sero down the hall.

“Can you believe Bakugou and Y/N lasted this long?” Sero said. You got curious as to why they were randomly speaking of you both and listened in.

“I know right! It’s their one year today and they have me to thank for it!” Kaminari said in a boastful voice. “It was all thanks to my bet that Kacchan even asked her out in the first place.”

Your eyes went wide as you continued to listen. “What?” You whispered to yourself.

“True. And to think it all started out as a bet.” The boys laughed and joked around as they said they were happy for their friend but you shut the door and pressed your body against it. You covered your mouth with your hand to muffle your sobs and let the tears fall to the ground.

“I’m nothing but a bet.”

—

Minutes passed and Bakugou texted you that he was in his dorm getting ready. You didn’t reply. You fixed your makeup to look a little normal but nothing could hide the fury and heartache in your eyes. You waited a few for Katsuki to walk through the doors and the time finally arrived

“Happy anniversary babe!” Bakugou said as he walked through the doors. He was holding his gift for you and was wearing a maroon red button up that matched your dress. He rolled up the sleeves and unbutton the top. He wore a silver chain with black jeans and black boots. He put on his watch and you weren’t gonna lie, he looked insanely handsome, but that wasn’t gonna stop you from doing what you had to.

“You look hot,” he said as he smirked and looked you up and down. You stood and gave a quick smile before letting it drop once more but Katsuki didn’t notice. As you kept your gaze to the now very interesting ground, Katsuki made his way over to you. He stood very close and he attempted to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you in for a kiss but you placed your hands on his chest to stop him. “Uh? Baby? What’s wrong?” He nervously laughed out.

“....Bakugou we need to talk,” you calmly said but held back all the anger and sadness you were feeling. You pushed Bakugou back a little and he placed the gift down on the table. He looked at you with a confused face before he spoke.

“Bakugou? Baby, it’s Katsuki. Suki? Your Suki. Are you alright?” He asked with a worried voice. You laughed at his confusion. He really didn’t get it. He really didn’t understand that this was the end for you both. An uncomfortable silence rang through the room and you bit your lip in nervousness before you spoke.

“.....How could you?....I gave you my everything and it was all a lie! You were my first everything Katsuki! My first kiss, my first love. ...Oh my god I can’t believe I actually slept with you!” You said with a soft broken voice as your arms held your body and you looked towards the ground in regret. Bakugou was confused but seeing your sad form made him so upset. And hearing that you regret the times you both made love to each other broke him. He was worried for you and he ran to you to give you a hug but you pushed him away again.

“Baby-“

“Stop calling me that!”

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

You finally snapped your eyes up to face his as you looked at him with angry eyes and pools of tears as they streamed down your face.

“I’m nothing but a bet to you!” You screamed. Bakugou’s face went into shock as his eyes went wide and an open frown appeared on his face. You found out. You fucking found out but who the hell told you. Who the fuck ruined his perfect relationship?!

“Who-...who told you?” He asked with an angry, sad, shaken voice. You rolled your eyes as you noticed that after what you told him, that was what he was worried about.

“Does it matter?! Is it true or not?! ....did you really use me for a bet?” You asked with a broken heart. Bakugou bit his lip as he contemplated lying to you and moving on from this to keep his relationship, or telling you the truth in hopes that his understanding girlfriend would understand and stay with him. Both options were risky but he went for the latter.

“Yes..it’s true. You started off as a bet,” Bakugou watched as you looked around and threw your arms, shrugged your shoulders, and let them drop again. Your body just screamed “I knew it,” as he watched you with fear but continued. “But that doesn’t mean what I feel for you isn’t real!”

“How am I supposed to trust that?!” You screamed.

“Please! Please just trust me! Y/N I love you! I do, I swear! I was an idiot to place that bet but I didn’t expect myself to actually fall in love with you!” Bakugou heard what he said and cringed as he realized he basically just said he didn’t think it would be possible for him to fall in love with you. You looked at him in offense and hurt as he quickly spoke up again. “No, no, no, no! I didn’t mean it like tha-“

“Bakugou! Stop......just get out.” You calmly said but Bakugou felt his heart shattering.

“W-what? Y/N you can’t be serious. ...Can we at least talk about this first, please!” Bakugou said as he tried to grab your hand but you quickly yanked it out of his reach.

“No! Bakugou-“

“It’s Katsuki!”

“We’re done!” And there it was. Bakugou’s felt his entire world crumbling as his tears flowed down his face like twin rivers.

“P-please! You can’t do this!” Bakugou screamed as he ran to you and wrapped you in his arms. He let his head fall into your neck but you pushed at him and demanded he let you go. “Please don’t leave me! Please! I’m s-sorry! I can make it up to you, I promise just don’t leave!”

“Bakugou, let me go!” You said as your own tears fell and you pushed at his chest. Each time you got closer to getting him off, his hold tightened and he pulled you closer.

“No! Y/N please don’t do this to us!” He begged.

“Bakugou there is no ‘us’ anymore so let me go!” You demanded.

“Please! There’s nothing I can say to fix it! You started out as part of a bet, I’ll admit it, but I ended up falling in love with you, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever done! I spent a year of my life with you and I wanna spend so much more! Please! You can’t leave me!” Another silence came upon the room. You stopped fighting due to exhaustion and Bakugou just continued to cry in your neck as he continued to hold you tight. His pleas and cried fell upon deaf ears as you already made up your mind.

“....I hate you.” You whispered as you let harsh tears seep out. Bakugou remained unphased and just assumed it was your pain speaking.

“I love you.” He quietly said. “Please just give me another chance to make this right,” he begged.

You felt Bakugou’s grip loosen and that’s when you quickly took the opportunity to use your quirk and push him off. Your quirk pressed him against the wall and kept him there.

“Hey! Y/N! What are you doing!? Let me go! Please!” He cried out as he watched you grab a blanket, a pillow, sleeping clothes and makeup remover. You’ll sleepover in Mina’s room if Bakugou won’t leave your room. “Please Princess! Don’t leave! I can fix this if you give me another chance! Im begging you to stay! I’m sorry! Please stay!”

“Since you won’t leave, I will. We’re done Bakugou,” you said as you got in his face. You noticed his shaky voice and frantic eyes as he searched your soul to see if you were serious. His mouth hung open slightly as he shook his head ‘no’ in disbelief. “From now on, don’t talk to me, don’t touch me, don’t even look at me! I hate you.” You said and walked out of your room and slammed the door. Katsuki fought against the restraints and once you got far enough, you released your quirk and Bakugou quickly ran out the room to look for you. But he didn’t see any sight of you and so he went back inside you room. He locked himself in there and cried.

He cried and begged that the whole thing was just a bad dream and he would wake up any minute now. But this wasn’t a dream. And Bakugou had really just lost the one he loved. He looked at the room and everything you set up. He cried as he looked around and felt so sorry for both you and him. That night, he slept in your room on your bed, crying. He didn’t even bother to change or anything. He just wanted to escape this new reality.

“Please come back Teddy Bear....I’m sorry.”

[oopsimbug]

in which... y/n is just trying to put on eyeliner and harry is bored pt. two

a/n: when she’s back from a six month hiatus after making only ONE fic. wow, do i suck. for anyone who cares, school has been pretty rough. i’m actually procrastinating studying for an exam to finally upload this. it’s been pretty hard to balance both school and writing but oh well. anywho, here it finally is. it took so long to write because i wasn’t feeling very inspired by this. a lot of people asked for a part two and even though i kinda wanted to leave it on a sad note, i am a sucker for giving the people what they want, so sorry if this is a bit shit- i definitely don’t like this one myself. i guess i’m not one for fluffy endings. well, at least for this one i wasn’t. i really hope you enjoy it! more stuff to come, if school doesn’t mind fucking off for a little while (or maybe just forever?) xox -(a) bug

pairing: best friend! harry styles x reader

summary: Harry is worried about Y/n. Y/n is worried about Harry. Harry is solving it by thinking of ways to check on her, while Y/n uses cheesy pasta and the Fresh Prince of Bel Air as an excuse to not think. But what will happen when someone is at her door, and it’s not her delivery man?

warnings: angst, swearing, y/n and harry being idiotos, fluffy end, kissing

word count: 5.3k

It had been a week.

One gruelling, painfully long week.

Harry was biting his nails, staring up at the ceiling as he laid in his bed, worrying about her.

About how he fucked up.

He didn’t think that she would be upset for this long. He thought she would scream at him and then text him the following day, wanting to hang out- a silent “I forgive you”, he supposed.

But after two days of radio silence on her end, he decided to call her. The only problem was that her last words to him were “leave”. She wanted space. She needed to think things through- what things? Harry had no clue. But he had to respect her and her choice to not want him around. So with that, he put down the phone.

But a small part of him (okay fine, a big part of him), wanted her to just show up at his house so they could cuddle again, talking about the stupidest of things while they made cupcakes in his kitchen. They would be listening to groovy music and now and then, they’d stop mixing bowls and sifting flour to dance- well, they were horrible dancers, so more so just wave their hands, hips and shoulders around. It would be fun and would always end up with them laughing at one another. He would lick the batter and she would berate him, telling him that “one of these days, you are going to get salmonella and I’ll just laugh at your stupid ass” and he would retort with something witty and a bit flirty like “don’t worry darling, we both know you would be right at my side if I got sick. I know you can’t stand being apart from me” with a wink and a cheeky smirk. He just wants to see her in her oversized Space Jam hoodie and little basketball shorts. Or her short flower shirt and his sweatpants that she has to cuff at the bottoms because they’re too long. Or even-

He’s gotta stop thinking about her, or his brain will soon explode. But he just can’t stop. He tries to think of the happier moments, like her showing him a tour of her very healthy houseplants that she prides herself in, but every time he closes his eyes, all he can see is her teary face telling him to leave. So no, if he was given the choice to think of her flailing her arms around in his kitchen to dancehall tunes while making sweet treats or crying at something that he provoked, you bet your ass he’d choose the former.

But after the seventh day, he knew that something wasn’t right. This was too much “thinking time”. For all he knew, she could be fine, but she could also be positively bawling. She could be living for this free time, but she also could be waiting for him to make the first move. She could be wanting Harry out of her life for her benefit forever, but she also could be feeling lonely and counting the seconds for their makeup, just like he was.

That was it. He had to go see her and make sure his best friend was okay.

He practised what he was going to say to her in his car on the way to her apartment. “Y/n, I’m so sorry for how I acted. I didn’t stop to think about how you were feeling and didn’t take your emotions into account which was unbelievably wrong of me. I’m truly sorry. It’s just that I really care about you and you’re my best friend and I can’t see you choose a tinder fuck over me and if I saw him in the street I would knock his lights out and I just want to kiss you, can I kiss you, oh god please let me kiss you I just want to-“

Fuck, what was wrong with him? Why was he so upset? He had been on plenty of dates with other celebrities and models and she was always on the sidelines, cheering him on. So why was he getting so touchy-feely about a single tinder date? Maybe he was just in desperate need of attention. He hadn’t had a girlfriend for almost one year and casual fuck arounds also stopped about four months ago, so maybe he just needed to fuck someone quick. That would explain why he sees his best friend’s kindness and natural flirty nature as something more romantic. Every laugh at his jokes, every look in her eyes, every graze of her hand on his thighs as she leans over him to get her drink on the side table next to him, he becomes more switched on and awake. She leaves him feeling giddy and excited at every conversation. “This can’t just be because I’m horny right?” he cannot believe he would ever be that horny. What the hell was he going to do?

*

This is pathetic she thought.

I’m pathetic.

She let out a huge sigh before shoving another forkful of cheesy pasta into her mouth.

What am I doing?

The answer?

Eating carbs upon carbs upon carbs, lounging on her comfy sofa in the most comfortable, yet daggiest pair of pyjamas ever while watching reruns of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air for the fiftieth time, actively avoiding all commitments, housework and jobs that involve moving further than to the kitchen, which even then was an embarrassingly burdening trek on its own.

But she let it slide. How could she not? She was upset and this was how she coped. That’s what she kept reminding herself as she boiled more and more pasta watching the days pass her by without realisation, but now, she’s beginning to question if this was the best idea. Pushing all thoughts of him out of her mind by not looking at her phone just in case he called or texted. But she was beginning to struggle.

It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know what inner turmoil she was facing. He seemed genuinely hurt when she snapped at him. He truly didn’t understand why she took so much offence to the playground ribbing, it seemed. And she had to go be a dick and ignore him. He was probably worried sick. How many times would he have called to check up on her? 10? 15? The more she thought about it, the more she wanted this stupid feud to be over and just be in his arms again, even if it’s just as a friend. So she caved. Turned on her phone, expecting there to be at least a call or a text asking if she was still alive or not. And although she did receive a message of that likeness, it wasn’t from Harry, no. It was from her daily water tracking app, pleading her to fill in her daily intake of water so as to not die of dehydration after she was suspected to have not drunk any for the entire week when in reality, she was just too in her head to open her stupid phone and log her water.

Wow, she thought.

Now not only has Harry chosen to not speak to you, but you also look like a huge idiot right now. Of course, he wouldn’t want to talk to you! You got pissed at him for absolutely no reason and now he hates you. He’s gonna ask for his cardigan and track pants that he keeps at your house in case he wanted to sleepover. He’s going to take back all of his little knick-knacks that he leaves over, like the cute diffuser that he leaves because he knows you need it for your constant hay-fever that blocks your nose and then he’s going to declare that you aren’t friends anymore and then you will never get the chance to tell him how you feel and then-

Her panicky brooding is interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Who the hell could that be?”, she thinks. It was too late for it to be the postman with her package containing her entire Amazon wish list that she bought on the third day of mourning to make herself feel better. But it couldn’t be Mrs Xiao asking her if she had any holes in her shirts that needed stitching. The sweet old lady fell asleep at 8:37 pm sharp after her medicine that she’d take at 8:30 pm would kick in (which she learnt after spending nights over at her apartment where her niece, Mei, took care of her. Y/n would learn traditional recipes like baozi and watch movies with her two friends all the time). It couldn’t be Mei either, she was always in online uni lectures from 8:30-10:30 pm, locked away in her little study, so as to not bother or be bothered. So now, a little panicked, Y/n wondered who was truly at her door?

Another two knocks come, echoing off the walls of her little apartment as she turns down the volume of the program she was watching. She stares at the door from her couch, debating whether she should risk getting stabbed by a possible murderer or not, before ultimately deciding that life was too short. She was also getting sick and tired of the knocks that kept arriving in threes. She swings her legs off the couch and onto the floor, pushing them into her slippers so that her feet wouldn’t touch the cold floor, waddling her way to the door before shyly opening it, peeking at who it could be through the tiny crack in the opening, hoping whoever it was wouldn’t mind her current state: belly filled with pasta, hair knotty, giant shirt with sweatpants on and Harry’s patchwork cardigan hanging off her shoulders- which she had been wearing all day, cherishing the pretty piece of clothing and his scent imbedded in it, taking it all in just in case he asks for it back. She peeps at the torso of this mystery person, realising that Harry owns the jumper worn by them, before looking up and locking eyes with a worn out and tired eyed Harry, one hand in the pocket of the familiar hoodie and another extended out near the door, ready to knock again before freezing when it opens up all the way to show herself to her best friend. He doesn’t eye her up and down cheekily like he normally does when she is wearing pyjamas, wolf-whistling at her relaxed state, claiming that “You look runway-ready, my love! Do a twirl for the crowd, will you?”. Instead, he stares her right in the eyes with what looks like almost relief, before smiling a weak and broken smile.

One of them needed to break the silence or both would have just stared at each other in her doorway until the world exploded. So she starts.

“Hi.” her voice hovers a tinge above a whisper, almost as though if she dared to speak louder, this probable illusion of the one she loves would fade away. He lights up a little bit, probably relieved that she started the conversation.

“Hey,” his soft voice matched her volume and tone as if he too didn’t want this to be a dream. “May I come in?” The words sound awkward to her coming out of his mouth. Harry never had to ask for permission to be invited in- he usually just strolled in without so much as a holler to indicate he was present, finding amusement in scaring her instead while she was doing whatever she was doing, whether that be reading, watching a movie, cooking or napping. They were the best of friends and never had to inquire about entry to each other’s domains, along with other small things like if they had anything in their kitchens to eat or if they could sit somewhere, so hearing it was a little disheartening and provoked Y/n to think about how serious this situation was.

“Okay”, she replied after the pause of contemplation, opening the door fully so that the lanky boy could follow along behind her, like a little puppy. She didn’t like how awkward the situation was. She just wanted things to go back to what they were.

But then you wouldn’t be able to tell him you love him... her inner voice argued. And she agreed. She knew that yes, this will be awkward, but it’s an opportunity for him to listen to her and know that she isn’t joking.

“Would you like some tea?” She enquires. They’ll need to handle this like proper grown-ups (which in all honesty, isn’t their dynamic- it’s more like first-year uni students who are mature enough to have deep conversations but still laugh at dad jokes and anything remotely serious, like a painting with boobs), and from what she knows, or has seen in movies when the characters are being serious, is that you need tea or a drink of that sort and a sit down on the couch where you talk stuff out. So that’s exactly what she does.

“Yes please,” Harry’s soft voice replies as he toes off his boots that most definitely cost more than her apartment. Y/n nods and heads to the small kitchenette and flips the switch on the electric kettle before going into her cupboard that housed the mugs. Harry stood awkwardly near the sofas, and to save him the embarrassment of waiting while standing, Y/n invites him to sit with a small, “You can take a seat,” and a quick glance at him before returning her gaze to the mugs to make herself look busy. She didn’t want to look him in the eyes for more than three seconds in fear of bursting into tears and the worn out and tired sight of him. She shakes the thought out of her head and begins to prepare the mugs.

Y/n put two teabags in her mug while putting one in Harry’s. She was raised in a household of avid tea drinkers and she inherited her strong tea quirk from her father who would always keep two teabags with only a dash of milk, and the only difference between her tea and her fathers was that Y/n wasn’t strong enough to take her tea without sugar, unlike her father, who thought that drinking unbelievably concentrated leaf juice with milk was a fun and relaxing time. On the other hand, Harry liked to keep one tea bag in his mug while he drank it, but just like her father, he too took little to no sugar with his cup, being the health freak he was. And early in their friendship, when she mentioned it to him, Harry chuckled and chirped, “Your father is a smart man. He has to be for raising amazing and talented people like your siblings. I’m not sure what went wrong with you though...” while booping her nose as they laid together under a tree for a little picnic. And though she rolled her eyes at him and punched his shoulder for the sly dig at her, she was practically beaming at the fact that he thought her family was smart. Harry had no idea how much that meant to her. Y/n loved her entire family, and she was unbelievably close to them, so it made her entire week to know that Harry, someone she respected and loved so much, recognised how talented and smart each of her family members were. Don’t get her wrong, she didn’t need the validation to know that her family was amazing, but she felt so special knowing he took the time to notice. He did that a lot though. Doing things that meant a lot to her without batting an eye. Saying things that only a person as observant as he could notice, like complimenting her eye colour in the light and asking her to read for him because he constantly mentions how much he loves her voice.

Y/n looked over to the same sweet guy she fell head over heels for, who was sitting on her couch, fidgety as ever, and wondered if they would ever be the same after the very next moments to come. She didn’t want things to change between them, but she was dying inside knowing that he wasn’t hers. And getting over him was not in the question, after the fiasco that happened last week. She just wished she could get inside his head to sate her painful curiosity.

What is he thinking about?

**

What is she thinking about?

It’s the million-dollar question running through his mind. What was she pondering over as she made them tea? Did she want to talk to him? Was she mad that it took him so long to find the balls to face her? Was she as nervous as he was? Was she worried that they would never be the same again like he was?

He was going into panic mode, questioning everything, while probably looking stupid as ever. As much as he regretted how awkward things were now, and the fact that he instigated her to lash out at him a week ago, he was realising that he was not regretting the fact that he did it. He didn’t want her to go out with someone else, and she didn’t. And yes, of course, he feels bad-beyond bad, in fact- for making her cry, and wishes he could take it all back, he also sees this as an opportunity to tell her how he feels about her. He could finally tell her that he thinks about her all the time. About her soft smile, her bright eyes, her melodic laugh, her speaking voice that brings butterflies to his stomach. He could tell her about how he loses himself at work, the grocery store, fuck- even at events- thinking about what she was doing at her house. Was she under her blankets on her couch, watching some corny tv show? Was she baking her signature choc chip cookies that taste like the gods blessed every single biscuit on the tray before they were put in the oven? Was she knitting her cat, Chesnut, another rug to plonk herself down on, with her feet up on the ottoman as she listened to the 7 o’clock news on the radio? Was she writing a paper for another deadline? Something so sophisticated, like the exploration of white and male privilege and how it is ingrained in our society? Something that Harry tried to understand and research so that he could stay in the loop with his smart girl’s interests, but he always struggled with.

It was a huge insecurity of his. Not that his best friend was smarter than he was, no way. He treasured the fact that she could and would whip his ass at a debate on things like the state of the world, or human rights. She could school him on global politics, languages, maths, science, history and literally anything else, and he would be cheering her on. What he was insecure about was her realising that he was probably slowing her down in life. Y/n was well within her rights to kick him out of her life for being nothing but a freeloader and stopping her from reaching her full potential, what with him constantly stopping her from her own life to help him go through shit happening in his. Whenever he was sad, or confused, or upset, Y/n was the first person he would talk to and he feared that she would realise that he was probably taking advantage of her and stop talking to him. And that scared him. It scared him because he knew that she didn't need him at all, but he needed her to do anything in life. Every major and minor decision in his life has been approved by Y/n first, and not because she was a controlling friend who didn’t trust him with his own life, but because Harry needed her validation. Harry Styles, a world-famous superstar, had girls, guys and non-binaries at his feet, following his every beck and call. Harry Styles, who was on the cover of every magazine, known by every celebrity, dated only the most perfect of women, required validation from Y/n, a psychology major at a small university. Y/n, who liked to plan her day out on a to-do list, end up not doing anything on that to-do list and cry about it afterwards. Y/n, who breaks it down to “Murder She Wrote” by Chaka Demus & Pliers like it’s her last 4 minutes and 5 seconds alive on this Earth while making pancakes. Y/n, who cries more when she’s laughing while watching Tik Toks than she does during sad movies.

To celebrities, Y/n was nothing but a regular. But to Harry, she was all. She was the warmth of a sweater that you toss in the dryer for a few minutes to make it extra toasty. She was the pad of butter that you spread onto your pumpkin sourdough toast and it ends up being exactly the amount you wanted. She was the feeling when you are driving home from a long day of interviews and premiers, and you’re on the freeway and the windows down and you just… exist. She is the feeling you get when you watch Pride and Prejudice, and the relief of when you find the perfect word to end a lyric. She is when your shoes fit perfectly, and when you finish a book so utterly fulfilling that you lie there in a trance, looking up at your ceiling at 3 am, wondering how you could have been so lucky to be able to be blessed with an ending like the one you just read. Y/n was all those things and more.

And that’s why he had to tell her he loved her. No matter how scared he was.

***

The electric kettle is finished boiling the tea all too quickly as the bubbling comes to an end and the distinct click of the switch turning back off echoes around the silent apartment. Y/n had poured the scalding hot water into the two cups she had prepared stared into them.

It was time. She had tried to avoid this for as long as possible, but now it was the moment to face the music. She picked up the two mugs of tea and brought them to her lounge where Harry was sitting on her worn in green sofa, staring at her coffee table, eyebrows scrunched, pouted lips, deep in thought, before looking up at her with wide green eyes, and followed her to where she stood in front of him. She passed his mug to him before sitting on the comfy chair a few feet away from the sofa and from him, putting some distance in between them for her sake, so that she wouldn’t try to hug him and say sorry without saying what she needed to say first. Which she needed to start talking about now, so as not to sit in the awkward silence created by the two.

Say something!!

“So…’

Jesus fuck…. was that all you could think of? Wow. I am going to lose my best friend.

Y/n was choking.

“I am so sorry,” Harry’s voice intercepts, raspy from the lack of use, looking up from the coffee table he seemed so interested in. “I am so fucking sorry Y/n. I have no excuse as to why I was making fun of you that day. I pushed too far and I am a shit friend for not noticing that you were already on edge. It was so wrong of me and I am so sorry.” He stopped himself before he started to ramble, looking at her with eyes filled with an emotion she couldn’t decipher.

Y/n felt… unsatisfied. Why did she feel this way? He apologised, right? So why does she feel unfulfilled? Why does she want him to say more? He hit all of the points he had to for a standard apology, so why did she think he hadn’t done enough? Was it that little optimist in her brain hoping he would maybe reveal a slight attraction to her? Maybe tell her that he loves her, and has loved her forever and ever? Confess that she has bewitched him, body and soul so that she didn’t have to? God, was she an idiot. But a lovestruck idiot at that. She bites her tongue and replies.

“Harry, I forgive you. Although you were annoying as ever,” She rolls her eyes and smirks, while he lets out a breathy, half-assed chuckle, showing his acknowledgement at her attempt to ease the lowered yet still prevalent tension. She continues. “ I understand that you were just trying to have fun. I guess I was the one who irrationally lashed out . I am always okay with you poking fun at me, but I was just frustrated and tired and I took it out on you. I’m sorry for the improper communication and I’m sorry for pushing you away when we should’ve just talked…”

“I forgive you too. I think this was just miscommunication on both parts.” He stared into her eyes, almost as if he could sense the discontent in her, but chose to ignore it.

“I guess so.” She halfheartedly answered, not really knowing where to take the conversation next. They had both apologised, but evidently still had things to say. Well, Y/n had things to say, that’s for sure, but she was pretty sure that Harry wanted to say something too. He had that look on his face where he wanted to say something but was forcing himself not to.

What does he want to say? Why can’t he say it to my face? I mean, sure, I’m also hiding shit I wanna say, but I have an excuse. This could ruin our friendship. What does he have to say?

“Great,” Harry replies, trying to fill the awkward pauses and conversation that is being held. He still looked like he had something to say, but seemed like he was not budging.

Well, if he’s not saying anything, I’m not either. Why do I have to confess my feelings and put our friendship on the line if he isn’t even going to say what’s on his mind?

“So, are we good?”

“I don’t know. Are we? I mean, I forgive you and you forgive me, right?”

“Right… No yeah, we’re alright. We’re completely fine!” Y/n replies quickly. Why the fuck would you say that? You’re not fine.

There is a pregnant pause and Y/n has half a better mind to just get up, walk to the bathroom again with her head down and lock herself in there till he leaves again, because she cannot take this awkward conversation. Not with him. She shifts, ready to stand up to get some water, when Harry looks at her, confusion and slight panic setting into his face.

“Wait. I don’t think I’m fine…” She looks up at the boy sitting in front of her, reading the words from her mind like they were scribed on a piece of paper in the blackest of ink, permanent and bold. Her heart stuttered. What else did he want?

“Is everything okay, H?” she tentatively asks. He loses eye contact with her, gaze lowering towards the table in front of him

“I-” he pauses, trying to collect his thoughts while simultaneously trying to explain to her why he wasn’t okay. “I just- fuck” his head falls down, his face inches away from the hot tea in his hands, the humid steam billowing out of the mug and warming his elegant face as he takes a deep breath and tries once more to convey his thoughts. “I don’t want us to be friends again.”

Her heart stops. This could go one of two ways. He could either be confessing his hatred or his adoration for her, and either one would probably end with her imploding. She tries to take a neutral tone when she replies.

“What does that mean, H?”

He looks at her once more. “It’s not enough, Y/n... “

“What?” She is confused. Her friendship isn’t enough? How is she supposed to reply to that?

“I want more. I don’t want us to just be friends. I want to be more with you. I want to do more with you. I want to do things that friends… they shouldn’t do together…”

Is he trying to confess he likes her? Why, in all the ways you could speak, would he choose to speak like that?! She has had enough of him dawdling around his feelings. “Harry, stop being cryptic and fucking tell me what’s going on?!”

“I love you, Y/n! I fucking love you, Y/n. So much. And it is eating me from the inside out. I hate that we can’t be normal anymore, and I hate that you don’t love me the way I love you, but I cannot sit here and pretend everything is fine, because I love you.”

Y/n is stunned. Frozen in her spot. Can’t move, can’t speak, can’t breathe. Stuck in space, and stuck in time.

Holy fucking shit… he loves me…

While Y/n processes the life changing knowledge that her best friend loves her, her best friend conveniently sits next to her, wishing that he was dead for the letdown he was about to receive.

“Say something… please, for the love of God, say something!”

****

She looks up at Harry. Not Harry Styles, playboy, whore, singer, millionaire, but instead; Harry, her best friend of five years, reddened face out of embarrassment. She sees the mortality in his eyes. Feels his presence so heavily in the moment. She is in awe. True awe of him, and his ability to love her. And with that awe- and that stupid look on her face, she reaches up and cradles his face in her hands, brushing her thumbs softly over his plush pink lips. He stands just as still as her, barely breathing, as if it would shatter the fantasy to stardust and he would wake up in his bed, cold shivers running down his spine, as has happened previously whenever he thought of this moment, staring up at his ceiling at 3:40AM wondering why he thought of his best friend in such a way. She creeped closer to his face before stopping a breath away from him, and whispered.

“Is this okay?”

She looked into his eyes, and he looked into hers, both never feeling so alive before. He wishes to tell her that she needn’t ask for his permission, and that he wants to kiss her forever. Eternally locked in an embrace that holds their souls together. But all he can muster is a weak and broken whisper back.

“Please,”

She can hold it for no longer, and leans in the rest of the way, their lips moulding together, for the very first time, eyes fluttering close, as his hands reach to grab her by the hips to straddle him, deepening the kiss even further. And when they part for breath, panting for air with slightly moist lips, they touch foreheads, eyes still closed. Words needn’t be exchanged- everything that yearned to be said was useless, as it could never describe how they truly felt for each other. So hopelessly besotted with one another, that all they could do was breathe together before kissing once more, hoping that their actions could provide even an iota of an idea of how much they love one another.

Two best friends, turned lovers forevermore.

[sxnnimoon]

Little One pt.3

Here is part 3 my pretty's! Hope you enjoy! And as always my requests are open. Happy reading!

Paring- OT7 x Reader (poly)

Summary- Through your husbands line of work they take a week or more off to spend some time with their wife.

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You couldn’t tell if it was real or not, the sensation you were feeling was almost euphoric. Looking under the covers you saw the culprit. Jungkook was between your legs devouring you. You let out a moan to let him know you were fully aware of what he was doing.

He looked up at you.

“Good morning baby.” He smiled before continuing.

He knew you were close just by the tone in your moans.

“Cum baby, let go.” He whispered.

You cried out before releasing into his mouth.

He cleaned you up smiling at what he just did.

You pulled him up to cuddle you.

“Thank you Kookie.” You smiled, closing your eyes.

“Don’t go back to sleep,” he said, tickling you. “Breakfast will get cold then.”

Your head popped up at the thought of food. You got up, still naked from last night's activities. You went ahead and threw your robe on not bothering to put on clothes.

“Let’s go.” He said throwing you over his shoulder running to the dining room.

You were a giggling mess.

He finally put you down, your babies were already there waiting for you, they had dropped their suits for lounge wear. You liked seeing them like this.

“Took you long enough.” Yoongi said.

“We asked you to wake her,” Namjoon said.

“I did.” Kook protested.

“With his mouth.” You smirked digging into your breakfast.

They all groaned, wishing they had thought to do that.

Jungkook had the biggest grin on his face.

“No whining,” you said. “We have too much to do today before we leave.”

They nodded in agreement.

Once you all finished eating, they each took the liberty of cleaning up for you.

You were currently in your closet trying to pick out the best outfits for Italy. You knew not to over do it as they were no doubt going to spoil you.

You were looking at all your fancier dresses as you knew they would want nothing more than to party while on this vacation. You brought you short but high cut silver dress that drove Yoongi crazy but also your black dress with the all mesh skirt that had slits down either side. After choosing your shoes you made the final touches for lingerie and zipped up your suitcase.

You walked over to Namjoons room as he never knew what to pack, so being the good wife you were, you decided to get it out of the way for him.

After making sure everything was packed, you changed and decided to get in a few laps in the pool.

Walking out you noticed Taehyung had the same idea as you.

“Fancy seeing you here.” You smiled at him.

Hi my little dove.” He smiled up at you. “Hop in.”

“I think I like the view from over here.” You smirked sitting at the edge of the pool.

He instantly swam over to you. He stopped a few feet in front of you. You could sense the mischief in his eyes.

“Don’t you dare.” You warned him slowly going to get up.

But it was too late. He splashed you.

“KIM TAEHYUNG!” You shouted.

His eyes went wide, he knew he fucked up. He ducked under the water trying to swim away but you jumped in after him, catching him instantly.

“I’m sorry baby.” He said arms up in defense.

“Sure you are.” You said before dunking him underwater.

He quickly recovered. Shaking out his hair in your face.

You glare at him before swimming to the shallow end.

“Oh come on baby.” He pouted at you. “Don’t be like that.”

He pulled you closer to him. Wrapping your legs around him.

“I’m not falling for it.” You said trying to squirm out of his grasp.

“You know you wanna.” He said kissing your jaw and neck.

You knew he was right, you practically were putty in his hands. You just had to give in.

“Be quick about it,” you began. “Lunch won’t cook itself.”

“I’ll be quick.” He smirked, moving your bottoms to the side.

He slid in with ease. You moaned at the sensation. He was definitely thicker than the others. He set a quick and fast pace that would get you both off. It didn’t take long for that to happen. He was out of breath.

“Will you two get out of the pool?” Jin said a bit sternly. “We have things to do. That can all wait.”

Jin helped you out of the pool.

“I’m sure you want me twice as bad right now.” You said running a finger down his pants.

He shivered under your touch.

“Don’t tempt me, little one.” He gave you a hard look.

You just smirked running off after Tae.

Night was setting in and you had to be on a plane in 5 hours. You hand the luggage placed in front of the door doing a final count.

“I have 6,” you yelled. “Who's missing?”

“We’re coming!” Shouted Kookie and Jimin.

“Of course it would be you two.” Yoongi said.

“Play nice.” You glared at him.

He rolled his eyes.

“Only for you.” He cooed in your ear.

“You’ve gone soft.” Hobi said.

“Only for her.” Yoongi smiled.

“Okay, does everyone have what they need.” You smiled at them.

They all responded with yes. You couldn’t wait to spend time with them in Rome. You all piled into the limo and headed for your jet. Once the flight took off Kookie was already passed out. You smiled at him, caressing his cheek, making him smile in his sleep.

You moved your attention back to your book. It was a gift from Joonie, ever since you got it you could not put it down. You yawned.

“Get some sleep kitten.” Yoongi said, placing his hand on your thigh.

You nodded, soon falling asleep to him running circles on your thigh. You had woken up just in time for landing.

“Morning jagiya.” Jimin smiled. “We’ll be landing soon.”

Once off the plane it was about 1:30 in the afternoon. Everyone was tired over the 13+ hour flight. You just wanted to get to the villa and crash.

Pulling up to the place you were in awe. It was right by the water with a private beach. It was just you guys. The scenery looked out of a movie. You really picked a good place for this long week.

“The place is beautiful princess.” Taehyung came up behind you.

Walking in the place was huge. It had large windows, A giant kitchen. It was heaven. You took notice of the cats that walked around the back of the villa throughout the garden.

One in particular caught your eyes. She was black with a white spot in the shape of a heart on her forehead. She was gorgeous. Overlooking the garden it had a gazebo and waterfall towards the center. It was covered in roses. Moving on to the bedrooms there were 8 in total. The boys would each get their own room as you would yourself. Even though some of them would no doubt be sleeping in your room. You all were finally settling in but you were far from wanting to just sleep. You wanted to go out and explore, though you knew they wouldn’t let you out of their sight.

“I wanna do something.” you pouted, plopping down on the couch next to Namjoon.

“We’ll do things tomorrow baby.” Hoseok said.

“But I wanna go swimming.” you whined.

“Don’t start.” Jin warned.

“Fine.” you said getting up.

They assumed you gave in but you had other plans in mind. You slowly began undressing as you walked to the back door leading to the private beach.

“I’m going down by the water.” you called out not bothering to look at them.

“Oka- Y/N!” Jin yelled.

The yell caught all of their attention. You took that as your que to run for the water. The sun was already setting and thankfully you chose a place where no one would disturb you all. You were almost to the water, looking back you saw all seven of them running after you. As soon as the water hit your feet you dove right in, they all stopped right at the edge.

“Y/n get over here, Now!” Yoongi yelled.

“Cut the shit lets go.” Hobi said after him.

“Come in and get me.” you smirked, putting your head back and swimming a bit farther.

“You’re being a brat right now and I’m not having it.” Taehyung said.

“Come in daddy, the water feels nice.” you rubbed your hands on your breasts pushing them up a bit.

“That's it.” Yoongi said before throwing his shoes off and running in after you.

A hint of regret sank in as Yoongi was not one to get into water. You really were in for it now.

“Are we gonna do this the easy way or hard way?” he said with a growl.

You looked him in the eyes almost pleading and to say sorry.

“Don’t be shy now kitten, you’re in for it now.” he chuckled, lifting you over his shoulders giving your ass a hard slap.

Walking past the others they just chuckled at the look on your face. You looked to them for help, but nothing.

The trip up to your room seemed like it took forever, the hallway seemed to look longer than usual. As soon as you were in your room he set you on the bed still showing some kindness but that would soon be over with.

“I’m going to grab something and I expect you to be laid down and spread out for me.” he said power within his words.

To say you weren’t turned on was an understatement. You were dripping. The dom in Yoongi was what you lived for. Just thinking about what he was going to do to you made you moan.

He re-entered the room with silk ropes in his hand. You knew them all too well. He had brought them from home.

“Wrists kitten.” he said.

You held them up.

“So obedient.” he cooed, tying the ropes tight but not too tight.

“I’m sorry baby.” you pouted as he kissed down your body.

“Apologies won’t save you now, little one.” he said, kissing your thighs.

He ran a finger down your folds causing you to buck forward.

“None of that.” he said looking up at you.

He began teasing you, his mouth was of an expert. He knew you were about to come just by how whiny you were getting. He stopped as soon as you were about to let go.

You let out a groan. Only to be flipped over.

“What did I tell you?” he said climbing on you, pulling you up by your hair causing you to moan. “You come when I tell you.” he let go of your hair.

You had arched your back waiting for him to do something.

“Yoongi?” you began. “Are you still the-” you yelled out at the feeling of him entering you.

“You really need to start behaving kitty.” he groaned, slapping your ass.

“But II-I like riling you up.” you moaned out best you could.

“Yeah?” he asked, picking up the pace.

You cried out.

“Be. A good. Girl.” he said between thrusts. “And you might be able to come.”

He kept pounding into you, you were sure the whole villa could hear you.

“I’m close baby.” you whined out.

“Hold on kitten, I'm always there.” he breathed out.

You were a moaning mess.

“Cum kitty.” he said running circles on your clit.

You screamed out reaching your high, soon after he followed with his.

He crawled up to you, untying your wrists.

“You really gotta listen baby.” he caressed your face.

“I just wanted to have some fun.” you pouted.

“I know,” he said. “Take a nap and I'll get you when dinner is ready.”

You nodded while closing your eyes. He smiled and kissed your head.

[inkandpen22]

The Princess and The Pogue (pt. 4)

Pairing: JJ x Female!Reader / Topper x Female!Reader

Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: swearing, angst

Part Summary: You wake up at the Chateau in JJ’s arms. When you receive a urgent call from Topper, you return to the Figure 8, much to JJ’s dismay. 

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You wake up to the sound of a faint buzzing. A small groan leaves your throat as you attempt to stretch out your limbs, but are trapped beneath the weight of an arm. Your eyes flicker open and adjust to the golden rays pouring in from the window. JJ doesn't even shift, completely unaware of your moving. You recognize the sound of your phone buzzing and dig around the recliner. You two must've fallen asleep during the movie. Kiara and Pope remain on the floor, sprawled out like starfish. The couch is empty, John B and Sarah are probably in his room. You finally manage to find your phone beneath JJ's hip. You do your best to slide it out without waking him. Slowly, you climb out of the chair, placing JJ's arm down gently. 

“Hello?” You whisper, suppressing a yawn as you step out to the porch to not wake the others. 

“Hey, Princess," Topper's worried voice echoes through the device. "Did I wake you?”

 You settle down on the couch in a ball, shaking your head as if Topper can see you. “No, No, it’s okay," you lie for his sake. "Is everything alright?” 

“It’s Rafe..." he sighs. "He kinda got outta hand last night and he hasn’t been to bed yet. He keeps saying he’s going to go to your house. I don’t think your parents should see him like this.” 

“What?" Your brows scrunch together in confusion. Slowly, the events of last night are creeping back to you. You remember all of it, but some parts are only flashes like photographs. "I’m not even home.” 

“Wait, where are you then?” Topper questions, sounding just as confused as you. 

“I uh... I stayed at Sarah's," you conjure up on a whim. 

“Okay..." he replies, not sounding fully convinced. "well do you think you could stop by my place or something? Rafe won’t shut up until he sees you. Thank God my mom left for Atlanta this morning. I can pick you up if you need.” 

“No, it’s okay. I’ll uh... I’ll borrow Sarah’s car or something. I’ll text you when I’m on my way," you determine. 

“Okay, see you then," Topper agrees, hanging up the phone. 

You drop the device in your lap, resting your forehead against your knees. None of this feels real. What are you even doing here? One minute you and Topper are stumbling out of the locker room and the next you're making out with JJ in a hammock. Holy shit, you made out with JJ in a hammock! Topper is going to kill you! He can't know. No, he can never know. 

“Morning Baby," JJ greets as he steps out onto the porch. He rubs his eyes as he walks over to join you. 

“Morning, sorry that I woke you up,” you apologize. 

"Don't be." He plops down next to you, bringing his arm to rest between your tucked legs. His hand is warm against your exposed knee. A part of you wants to cling to him like a koala, but your mind is also on Topper. "Who was that?” He yawns. 

“Topper," you answer truthfully, though it was hesitant. "Apparently, Rafe is acting out and keeps asking for me. I’m gonna head over there to calm him down a little." 

“Wait, what!" JJ's eyes widen, processing what you said. "By yourself?” 

“JJ, it’s okay! It’s just Topper and Rafe,” you snicker at his dramatic reaction. 

“Yeah! Rafe!" He repeats, turning his body toward you. His arm between your legs moves to your back and is replaced with his free one. "The guy who gave you laced weed, Babe!" 

Your lower lip pouts slightly as you're appreciative of his concern though it's not necessary. Impulsively, you bring your hand to his cheek and he leans into your touch subtly. “It’ll be fine, we’re not going to do anything. I’m just helping out Top. Once we get Rafe to chill I’ll be out of there.” 

“I’m driving,” he names his terms sternly. 

Your lips part as worry starts to build up inside you. “JJ, I don’t think that’s such a good idea. I-“ 

“I wasn’t asking," he cuts you off sharply, his lips pressed together. “Either I go with you and wait in the car or you don’t go at all," he offers an ultimatum. 

'Okay, that's hot,' you think to yourself. 

You sit stunned for a second. As much as you hate the name, you're still the Princess of the OBX, no one talks to you like that or gives you ultimatums. Yet, you can't help but be utterly compliant when it comes to JJ Maybank. 

“Okay," you nod, trying your hardest to not blush, but ultimately fail. "As long as there’s no Pogue vs. Kook fistfights," you add to the rules. 

JJ notices your eyes wandering to his lips and leans forward with a smirk. “I can’t make any promises.” 

You grin as JJ brushes his lips against yours, bringing you in for a kiss. When he woke up JJ was nervous that he fucked up last night and that you'd regretted everything. It's just JJ always assuming the worst to avoid disappointment. His arm on you was him testing the waters. After a second, once learning that you're not going to pull away, he deepens the kiss. Your fingers comb through his luscious hair and grip the roots slightly. His hand on your knee steadily glides down your skin, moving between your legs. 

"Oh no!" You gasp against his lips, realizing something. 

JJ jumps, breaking his lips from yours and flying his hands off. “Woah, what! Sorry!” He thought maybe his hand may have set you off or something. He’s not sure what your boundaries are or anything, everything is still so new. 

“I don’t have a change of clothes!" You tell him. 

“Jesus," he rolls his eyes, finally able to breathe again. "Wear my shirt you’re wearing,” he gestures to the black AC/DC shirt hanging on you. 

You raise your eyebrows. “And have them start a fight? No way! They'll know it’s not mine," you explain stressfully. 

"You're right, tell them it's your boyfriend's and to mind their own damn business," JJ determines with a carefree shrug. Only after a couple seconds does he process that he called himself your boyfriend, having not discussed that yet. 

You raise your brows at his remark. A faint laugh escapes you, as if that would go over well with the boys. “As much as I would love to, I don’t think that would go well considering Rafe is already losing his mind.” 

A rush of relief consumes JJ when you don’t reject him. In fact, he’s over the moon when you don’t deny that he’s indeed your boyfriend. 

“So..." JJ drags out, gliding your fingers up and down your thigh. "Did you give Topper a specific time?” 

“No, just that I’d be over as soon as possible." You smirk, already knowing what he's thinking. "Why?” 

"Because if I remember correctly," he purrs into your ear with a smirk. "We were rudely interrupted last night..."

 As much as you'd love to do what JJ has in mind, you owe it to Topper to show up at a decent time. "We have the rest of the day for that," you move back a little, much to JJ's disappointment. He groans, making you giggle. "If Rafe acts up any more than he already has and goes to my house I'm royally screwed." 

"Okay, fine! Fine!" He rises up from the couch and offering you a hand. "But I'm holding you to your word! I expect full tomfoolery later!" 

"Deal." You lean in and plant a peck to his lips, making him blush. 

JJ grabs the keys to the Twinkie while you wait outside. You go over the plan multiple times on the way over, mainly to ease your nerves. JJ will park a few yards down the road, hidden behind the hedges that line Topper's yard. You will tell Topper that Sarah dropped you off and that you'll walk home because you live a few blocks away. Checking on Rafe will only take twenty minutes tops, but you're aiming for fifteen. You've done this before, taking care of Rafe. Get sick, chug Pedialyte, have Mcdonald's delivered, and put him to bed. 

You text Topper as soon as you're on your side of the island. 

Heading over now! 

A minute later, you receive a response. 

Awesome! See you soon! Thanks again Y/N/N. Owe you one! 

JJ does exactly as planned, making sure the Twinkie can't be seen from Topper's house. Reluctantly, he lets you out without him. He warns though that if you don't text him or give him some sign that you're okay within the ten-minute time slot he's given that he'll come in after you. You promise that you'll text him a smiley face as soon as you get the chance. 

You knock on Topper's front door a few times and wait for the tall boy to answer. After a few minutes you call for your friends. "Top! Rafe!" 

"I don't want you! I want Y/N!" You hear from the backyard and make your way back. 

"She's on her way!" Topper shouts. 

"Dude! Just sit down!" You hear Kelce add. 

"Guys?" You pop your head around the corner and find Rafe standing on the edge of Topper's pool, fully clothed in his suit from the night before. 

"Y/N! Finally!" Rafe gleams, gripping a bottle of champagne in his hand. 

"Thank God," Topper grumbles to himself as he approaches you. "Thanks again for coming," he greets with a kiss to your temple. 

"Of course," you smile as you move toward Kelce. You give him a quick side hug as you greet everyone. "When did you get here?" 

"About five minutes ago," he answers, breathless from trying to keep Rafe from jumping in. "Apparently I'm not good enough because he keeps asking for you." 

"Hey, Rafe, what's up?" You call over to the boy as stumbles over to you. 

"Geez, you are the most gorgeous girl in the OBX," he grins. 

"Oh am I now? What have you been up to?" You asking, knowing the answer. He smells of weed, sweat, and stale alcohol. His suit will no doubt need some serious dry cleaning. 

"Eh, nothing too exciting," he waves his hand and places an arm over your shoulder. "After you disappeared from the party the boys and I went back to do a few more lines. It wasn't as fun without you. Where did you go anyway? We looked all over for you." 

JJ crosses his arms over his chest. "Yeah, where'd you go?" He repeats as if you didn't explain it before on the phone. 

You frown at your best friend. Why is he acting like that? "Sarah convinced her parents to give her the car and she took me to her house while her parents were are the party," you repeat the story you rehearsed with JJ. 

"But Sarah was still at the party after we lost you. She told your parents that you left..." Topper replies slowly, almost as though he's accusing you of something. 

"Yeah, I was waiting in the car," you answer without hesitation. 

"Right..." Topper nods with narrowed eyes. 

You roll your eyes at Topper and bring your arm around Rafe. "Let's get you inside." 

"I wanted to go for a swim," Rafe whines. 

"That sounds so fun," you pretend, silently begging him to go inside without any retaliation. "Sadly, I didn't bring my suit." 

"Come on, Y/N, it's not like I haven't seen you in your underwear before," Rafe chuckles as you cross the threshold of the sliding door. 

"Nice, Rafe," Topper sarcastically remarks. 

"Oh no, I think I'm gonna be sick," Rafe coughs, hutching over next to you. 

 "I got this one," Kelce shouts, moving to get his friend toward the bathroom. 

Now that Rafe is inside and in the "get sick" stage, you move on to ordering him McDonald's. Knowing Topper's house like the back of your hand, you walk into the kitchen, leaving the boy in the living room. You hop onto the counter, your legs dangle over the edge. As you tap through your phone, Topper enters the room. 

"Are you feeling better?" He checks on you with a smile, a complete 180 from the attitude he was giving you minutes before. "I was out of it but I vaguely remember us stumbling out of the locker room," he chuckles. 

"Yeah we kinda went a little too far last night," you giggle, recalling the memory. "But I feel much better." 

Topper nods, offering you a faint smirk. He parts your legs, resting his palms on your thighs. "I'm surprised Ward let you and Sarah take his new Porsche considering he won't even let Rose drive it." 

Your heart races, shit. You didn't realize Ward took the Porsche to the party. When Sarah got to John B's she was in a BMW. 

"He must've had a lot of whiskey or something," you ramble out. 

The boy nods, bringing his hands to your hips. "Interesting... and-" Topper scrunches his brows together, glancing down at your body. "What are you wearing right now?" 

Shit. 

"It's uh... Sarah's," you blurt out what JJ said before you can think it through. 

"Sarah owns a ripped-up AC/DC shirt?" Topper snickers, not believing you for a second. 

"What? You don't?" You try to play it off. 

"Did you end up borrowing Sarah's car?" He changes the subject quickly, making your furrow your brows. 

"She dropped me off," you stick to your story. 

"That's nice of her," Topper comments, stepping closer to you. Usually, you'd like having him so close, but there's an underlying tension between you that makes you anxious. 

"For sure," you mutter, avoiding his gaze. 

"So you need a ride home?" He offers. 

"Nah, it's okay. I'll walk," you rush out. 

Topper brings his hand to the collar of your shirt, his fingertips gliding across your collar bone to rest on the side of your neck. "I kinda needed to see your brother anyway." 

You swallow hard, trying to remain calm. "For what?" 

"We're supposed to go out to the course later," he matches your quiet tone. 

"Cool," you nod faintly, starring down at your lap. 

"You and that Pogue seemed friendly last night before I came over... " Topper insinuates. 

Your head snaps up, meeting Topper's burning gaze. "Pogue? What Pogue?" 

"The one bartending," he snickers mockingly. 

"The blonde kid? Oh, not really," your brows scrunch together, nervously fidgeting with your phone case. "I only met him last night, didn't even catch his name," you lie. 

Topper tilts his head to the side. "Isn't he friends with John B? He's been around the Cameron's place a few times." 

"I haven't noticed," you shrug.

You can't tell whether he believes you or not. His stern expression never wavering. You feel trapped with his hands gripping your hips. 

"He's certainly noticed you, hasn't he?" The boy remarks with a wicked smirk as he stares at your lips. 

You shift your head back, taken aback by his words. "What does that mean?" 

"Oh come on, Y/N," Topper mutters your name, not one of his usual nicknames. "You're telling me you didn't notice him looking you up and down? It's why I came over to the bar after your dance with Rafe. I already had a full whiskey on the table." 

You snicker at the information, utterly amazed by the lengths Topper will go. "You ordered a drink just because you thought JJ was "too friendly" with me?" 

Topper narrows his eyes at you curiously. "I thought you didn't know his name?" 

Chills course over your skin as your breath hitches in your throat. Now, you remember that you haven't texted JJ and you're not sure how long it's been. 

"You want to tell me what's really going on, Y/N?" Topper presses. 

"Nothing's happening! I've gotta go," you snap, pressing a hand to his chest to urge him off of you. 

Topper grabs your wrist, removing your hand from him. Abruptly, he slams his lips to yours. Desprately, he brings his free hand to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. 

"Get-" you mutter against his lips as you try to fight him off. Instinctively you punch him in the chest, causing him to break from you. "Get off of me!" You gasp, hopping down from the counter as Topper stumbles back. "What the hell Topper!" 

His eyes grow wide, comprehending what he's done. He reches for you, but you cower away. "Y/N, I-" 

"No!" Your voice cracks as tears threaten to fall from your eyes. "You don't just get to do that whenever you feel like it! I'm not at your disposal when you want me!" 

He nods frantically. "I know that! I didn't-" 

"Ugh, whatever Top. I'm tired of this interrogation! You and Kelce can babysit Rafe without me!" You wave your hands as your march out of the room toward the front door. 

"Y/N! Y/N, wait!" Topper calls after you. "Y/N!" 

He follows you out the front door to the driveway in a panic. He can't believe he just kissed you, the one thing he swore he'd never do without your permission. He was just so desperate. He could feel you moving away from him and was panicking that maybe you were keeping something from him. 

"Y/N!" Topper wraps his fingers around your wrist. 

You yank your arm free as you spin on your heels to face him. "Don't grab me!" 

"Don't walk out on me!" He barks, instantly regretting it. 

Topper knows this isn't the way to get to you, but he's just so worried that you're slipping away. This wouldn't be the first time you two have fought this way, having it out in front of one of your houses. Similar to an old married couple, you two fight as passionately as you love each other. 

"You don't own me, Topper!" You remind the boy. 

"I'm just looking out for you!" He reasons in a shot. 

"You're the one who's acting like my dad right now!" You scoff. 

"Oh!" He laughs mockingly. "Is that what being an overbearing friend is called now?" 

You huff, turning over your shoulder to continue down the driveway. 

Topper stays where he is, yelling at you as your march away. "You know what, fine! Don't tell me what's going on! I just thought we were closer than that! I must've misunderstood all of last year, all of those late-night conversations and that weekend in Bermuda or all of winter break!" 

"Oh, my lord!" You groan, tossing your head back as you stop in your tracks. "Stop being so dramatic!" 

"What's he doing here?" Topper questions, his volume at a normal level. 

You frown, following his eyes as they linger behind you. Turning over your shoulder, you spot JJ standing at the end of the driveway. 

You hide your face in your hands. "Oh, Jesus-" 

"You have to be kidding me!" Topper shouts with a chuckle of frustration. 

"JJ, can you give us a minute?" You request calmly, giving the blonde a weak smile. 

"You brought him! You bring a Pogue!" Topper can't help but laugh, shocked by how this day has gone to complete shit in a span of fifteen minutes. 

Nervously, you rush over to Topper, pressing your hands to his chest. "Top, just go inside, okay!" You try your best to keep the situation civil. "I'll be inside in a minute-" 

"You're on the wrong side of the island, Pogue!" He points to JJ over his shoulder. 

"Just stick a cork in it, Prince Charming," JJ bites back from his spot. 

You huff, using all your strength to push a stubborn Topper toward the front door. He towers over you and is much stronger than you, so it's a tall task. 

"Prince Charming? Really!" Topper laughs. "Wow, got a real smartass here, Princess," he tells you. 

"Just for the love of all that good and holy go inside!" You beg of him with a grunt as you continue to guide him inch by inch. 

"Not until you get this trailer park trash off my driveway!" Topper bitterly remarks, loud enough for JJ to hear. 

"JJ and I will go as soon as we're done here," you tell him calmly with a huff, giving up on moving him. 

You step back, preparing to leave, but Topper grips your forearms. "No way you're leaving with him! No, you're staying here with us!" 

When Topper grabs you, JJ loses all cool and storms toward your friend. "Touch her again and I'll kick your ass, Kook!" JJ likes to think he's been rather rational and on his best behavior up until this point considering Topper is treating you as his property. 

"JJ! Don't!" You intercept the boy and though he could easily move you aside, he remains in your arms. 

"As if I'd leave her with your tripped-out friend and cluster of misogynistic asshole!" He points at Topper aggressively. 

"You don't know a thing about us, Pogue!" Topper pushes. 

"Topper! Enough! JJ back off!" You instruct sharply. 

With a growl, JJ walks back down the driveway, refusing to turn his back on the Kook. Cooling down slowly, he takes your hand, squeezing it tightly as he leads you toward the sidewalk. 

"You leave with him now and we're done!" Topper declares, making you stop in your tracks. "I mean it! You leave now and you're a Pogue!" 

"You don't mean that," you shake your head in disbelief. 

He laughs wickedly, "I promise you I do! It's them or us! You can't have both, Y/N!" 

It feels as though Topper has sucked all life from you. The light that he's kept going inside of you for so long has burned out. He's been your reason to be happy since you were kids and now he's threatening to desert you forever. All because you're falling for a Pogue. 

Kelce and Rafe appear in the archway of the front door. Kelce frowns, "what's going on out here?" 

"What's that Pogue doing here?"  Rafe questions. He sees your grieving expression and his wild antics become a distant memory. "Y/N?" 

You swallow hard, clenching your jaw in disgust at the Kook you once called your best friend. "Ask Topper!" 

You yank your hand free of JJ's and run down the driveway in the direction of the Twinkie. JJ jogs after you worriedly. He unlocks the car and you rush to get in. As soon as you sit down, you hunch over in your seat, your head cradled in your hands. JJ climbs in next to you and starts the car. He glances over at you and a wave of guilt consumes. He can't help but think this is all his fault. If he hadn't gone to check on you, maybe Topper wouldn't have said what he did. You wouldn't be devastated and you'd acknowledge his presence. 

JJ places a hand on your back. "Baby-" 

Before JJ can finish you cower away from him, moving your body toward the window. His heart drops as a million worst-case scenarios start to play in his mind. You hate him. You hate him now because he cost you, Topper. Of course, he already thought about what it would mean if you had to choose between him or Topper. He just had a naive inkling of hope that maybe you'd choose him and be okay, be happier with him. Now, he realizes by your disgust of him that you would've chosen Topper if Topper didn't push you toward JJ. 

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The ride back to John B's is painfully silent. JJ had to turn on the radio five minutes in to drown out the overwhelming self-deprecating thoughts ringing in his mind. As soon as JJ rolls up to the end of the gravel driveway, you see the Pogues and Sarah gathered around the old bonfire eating breakfast. Not wanting to see them, you hop out, the car not even in park yet. 

"Hey guys! Where have-" Sarah stops as she sees you run into the house. JJ climbs out of the van and slams the door shut, grumbling various cuss words to himself. "What's wrong with Y/N?" Sarah asks him once he's closer to the group. 

"Topper called her this morning," the boy answers, pressing his lips together as he sits on an empty log. "Your brother was acting up and wouldn't chill out until he saw her. Long story short, I fucked up and intervened when things got tense with her and Topper," JJ hisses, clasping his hands together. "Topper told her that if she left with me that they wouldn't talk to her again so we left..." 

The group is silent, exchanging worried glances. Sarah's jaw is nearly in the dirt. She never thought in a million years that Topper would ever say those words to you. JJ's knee shakes up and down as he hides his head above his knees.  He rises to his feet, picking up an empty can from last night, and chucks it into the words with all his strength. "Y/N won't even fucking look at me!"

"That's not your fault, JJ," Kiara assures her friend, breaking the silence. "You did the right thing! Topper is a jerk!" 

"She'll come around. It's probably for the best that she's cut off from them. Those guys aren't good for her," Sarah adds. 

JJ exhales deeply, facing Sarah. "Do you know what happened last year or in Bermuda and Topper said something about winter break?" 

"Oh..." the girl's face falls. 

"What is it? Is it bad?" John B asks from beside her. 

"Not exactly. Topper and Y/N... Well..." she struggles to come up with the right words. 

You and Topper struggle to navigate your way through the pitch-black bungalow. You two have just gotten dropped off from the cantina in town. Half an hour before, Topper was doing body shots off of you. The boy leads you through the house, his hand wrapped tightly around yours. Through the moonlight, you notice a pillar right in Topper's path. 

“Watch out!” You gasp, tugging Topper back. 

“Oh shit!” He stumbles into you, pinning you against the wall. 

“I told you to watch out!” You giggle and peek around the corner into the living room. “Oh my god!” Your hand flies up to your mouth. 

“What! What is it?” Topper rushes out. 

“Rafe and that girl from Brazil,” you whisper, suppressing your laughter. 

“No way! You’re kidding!” Through the darkness, you can see Topper's eye grow wide as he steps to the side to see around the corner. 

“On the couch!” You instruct drunkenly. 

“Did they?” He wonders. 

“I have no idea!” You giggle. 

“Holy shit!” Topper laughs as he returns to stand in front of you. 

“He was blasted tonight,” you remember. “Poor Kelce went to bed as soon as we got back." 

“I didn’t mind it,” Topper mutters, gliding his fingertips up and down your arm. “Kinda liked it being just us...” 

“Topper,” you whisper his name warningly, a smile on your lips. 

“What?” He chuckles lightly, leaning in closer to you. 

You shake your head, finding it hard not to blush. “We broke up almost a year ago. You and Sarah-“ 

“Are broken up," he finishes. 

“Yeah, and remember how devastated you were no more than two weeks ago?" You try to reason with him. "You still need to heel and figure out what you want.” 

“I want you," he whispers, brushing lips against yours. 

“Top, I don’t think-“ 

Before you can finish, he kisses you softly. It's not the first time and you know in the back of your mind it likely won't be the last. 

“You’re all I think about, Y/N,” he confesses against your lips. “I need to feel you again. I miss the way you taste.” 

“Top...” You mutter breathlessly. 

You shake your head, despite not stopping him. “We shouldn’t...” 

“We deserve to, don’t we? After everything?" He reasons, tucking his fingers over the band of your panties. "You like me and I like you, we’re both single, there’s history, why can’t we?” 

A million reasons cross your mind, the most important one, your friendship. You and Topper have always been complicated. Things get worse when you add sex to the mix, which is exactly why you two formed boundaries a while back. Then again, you two toss those boundaries out the window every time you drink too much. 

One hand remains on your waist as the other slips down to the hem of your dress. His warm fingertips glide under the fabric, against your thigh. “Don’t you miss it? How we used to be? When we couldn’t get enough of each other," he smirks as a memory pops into his head that he's certain will get to you. “Our ski trip over Christmas.” 

“Okay yeah, you win," you rush out, instantly pressing your lips to his desperately. 

Topper snickers against your lips as he tucks his hands behind your legs and picks you up. Your legs wrap around his waist he just so happens to know effortlessly the direction to his room now. Though he was completely lost minutes before. 

"They dated!" Pope's jaw nearly hits the gravel. 

"No way!" John B wears a similar expression. 

"Yes and no. It's more complicated than that," Sarah tries to explain 

Kiara struggles to piece together the picture. "But I thought you two-" 

"They were friends with benefits before we were dating. Then, when Topper and I started dating, they stopped. Topper and I took a break in the winter and they started up again but stopped after Y/N decided that she couldn't do it anymore. Finally, they all went to Bermuda for a week after Midsummers. They didn't plan on anything happening, according to Y/N, but it kinda just did. They've always had "a thing" for each other. It's only ever been a fling though," Sarah finally manages to lay out the hectic story. 

"And you're okay with that?" Kiara frowns, wondering how Sarah fits into all of that. 

"Nothing happened while we were together," she shrugs but is certain of her words. "I know without a doubt that Y/N would never do that to me. Plus, it was never dating-like... it was more hook-up-ish if that makes sense?" 

"This is insane!" JJ finally voices his perspective, rubbing his hand across the back of his neck. 

"I need a diagram," Pope adds. 

"Wait, so Topper and Y/N are on-and-off again. Meanwhile, Rafe has a thing for Y/N. Does Kelce play a role in any of this?" John B brings up a good point. 

Sarah shakes her head. "Not that I know of." 

"That's one fucked up love triangle," Pope releases a pent-up sigh. 

"This is why we have the "no Pogue-on-Pogue macking" rule. That friend group is a mess!" Kiara reasons. 

"Topper and Y/N have always been super close," Sarah describes solemnly considering the recent turn of events. "She must be devastated! Even if he is an ass. He's only ever been good to Y/N. I was low-key jealous of her when I first started seeing Topper. He holds her up on this pedestal," she admits. 

Suddenly, the screendoor creaks, making everyone turn their attention toward the house. Y/N marches out, back in her dress from last night. 

John B breaks the silence. "Hey Y/N! Where are you-" 

"Sarah, can you drive me home?" You ignore the boy on your way to Sarah's car, unlocking it. 

Sarah stands slowly from her position. "Sure, but don't you-" 

"Thanks!" You cut her off, already climbing into the passenger seat and putting the keys into the ignition. 

"I'll... I'll be back later," Sarah stammers in confusion to her friends. 

Everyone watches as Sarah back out of the driveway then turns their focus to a devastated JJ. 

"I fucked it up. I fucked it up!" He screams, squeezes his hands into fists until his knuckles are white. 

"JJ, it's okay! She probably just needs a minute," Kiara rushes out. 

"I have her for two seconds!" He bursts, his face becoming red with frustration. "Two fucking seconds and I ruined it just like I ruin everything else!" 

"Just give it time!" Pope tries to reason with him calmly. 

"Goddammit!" JJ curses before bolting toward the driveway and out of sight. 

"JJ!" His friends all call for him. 

 "JJ come back!" John B shouts to receive no response. "Well this day is officially shit," the boy huffs as he settles back down onto his log. 

"Do you think they'll be okay?" Kiara worries. 

"Hope so," John B whispers. 

After Sarah drops you off, you hide away in your room for the rest of the day. All you do is cry. You already miss Topper more than anything. You need him. You'll always need him. Then, on top of that, you're torturing yourself for how you treated JJ. None of this is his fault, but you treated him like it was. You cowered from him to keep from crying. You didn't want to scare him away, but in the process, you pushed him away. While you're losing your mind, JJ is losing his outside his dad's house with a half-empty bottle of Jim Beam in his hand. He's looking to pick a fight. He figures that if he's in pain physically that the pain he's inflicting on himself mentally will go away. You started the day wrapped up in each other and in bliss. You're ending it both in pain and willing to do anything to make it go away. 

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