#imagine having a tshirt on with your middle name on

[theragethatisdesire]

aot men as dads - headcanon!! some 18+!!

includes: eren, jean, reiner, & levi

i'm still working on some full-fledged one-shots and parts of my series', but i'm nannying for the summer and have BABY FEVER. please enjoy my little headcanons of my fav aot men as dads <3

DISCLAIMER: some of this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.

Eren

ok but eren is such a cringe dad lol

buys himself all of the #1 Dad! merch. he’s got mugs, tshirts, hats, all of it, and all of it went on his credit card.

10000% a girl dad. loves all the little dresses and bows; he puts your daughter’s hair in its first bun, nearly tears up when she points at his matching hairstyle and babbles “like da-da!”

you have to parent eren as much as the children. when you turn the corner into the living room where he’s supposed to be having “quiet time” with your toddler only to find that they’re buried in a pillow fort and eren’s signed his own name in crayon on the wall next to your daughter’s scribblings. “babe, we can just repaint it! she’s being creative.”

loves when you’re pregnant. after your first, eren keeps a calendar on the wall marking off the days until it’s safe for him to fuck you again, fuck a baby right back into you. already has a breeding kink before your first. develops a lactation kink after.

TERRIFIED (and i mean terrified) of hurting your little angel. has absolutely zero concept of “cry it out”; if he hears his baby crying, he’s sprinting into the next room, kissing a nonexistent boo-boo.

refuses to admit it but he has no backbone when it comes to your daughter wanting literally anything. she wants it, she gets it.

favorite thing in the world is matching outfits. favorite. “babe, where’s her green hoodie? i’m wearing mine today for the park!” “of course it matters, we have to match! on that note, where’s yours?”

lets your daughter use his hair to learn how to braid. usually has a few pink hair ties or glittery clips sticking out of it when you come home from a mom’s night out.

really big on your baby getting to see the world. drags you on vacation to any place he can think of, even as you try to explain to him that she can’t form any long term memories yet. “but baby, she’ll have pictures. how many kids in her class can bring a picture of them at the eiffel tower to their first show-and-tell?”

accidentally ruins santa and the tooth fairy for your daughter. cries harder than she does over it.

aggressively vets babysitters. ends up settling for a nursing student in the labor & delivery school who’s the oldest of seven children and probably more knowledgeable about child development than both of you combined, but he’s still suspicious.

wants to watch while you push, watch his baby come into the world. you’ve never seen a sweeter sight than eren in his scrubs, crying while holding your baby girl.

Jean

most people picture eren as being the roughhousing dad, but it’s jean, and i will die on this hill.

freaks out every time he drops your first boy while throwing him around like a ragdoll, but he’ll never stop because “listen!! he’s laughing!”. when it comes to the rest of them, he’s experienced enough now to tell the difference between a real booboo and an imagined one, and he simply brushes their little pants off caringly before shouting “now you tackle me!”

jean’s got no gender preference for your first, or the rest of your little brood for that matter. he raises them exactly the same, regardless: tough.

it takes him awhile to get used to the concept of babies’ minds. you’ve walked in on him having full-blown arguments with your shrieking toddlers several times. “what’s not making sense? if you let your goldfish ‘swim’ in the toilet, it dies, simple as that.”

plays “bad cop” for you because you’re terrible at it, but he’s always having to turn around and snicker into his elbow in the middle of scolding because your babies get the same little throbbing forehead vein as you when they’re mad

wants a big family, and gets it. you practically have to drag him to get his balls snipped after your fourth, him reminding you that “it’s reversible!” the entire way there.

the newborn phase is his favorite. he’s rarely home for any longer than ten minutes without scooping your most recent addition into his arms, squishing their little cheeks and marveling at their gurgling noises.

the kids never give him anxiety, but when you’re pregnant??? jean’s a wreck.

“do your feet still hurt, love?” “what do you mean you have indigestion? that could be the baby coming!” “of course we can’t have sex, what if we poke its little head?”

definitely the dad that’s got a delivery bag and a backup bag and an emergency third backup of the backup bag in his car at all times. the first week of your third trimester, he starts watching you suspiciously for any signs of labor, even though this is your fourth together. you think you’ve got it down by now, you tell him, but he won’t listen.

always gets the kids to work together on little surprises for you. every mother’s day they wake you up with breakfast, every valentines day your dining room table is covered in handmade cards, every birthday your kitchen is coated in flour from jean and four little ones attempting to bake

SO HARD to drag him out for a date night. he wants to bring them everywhere: the fancy restaurant, the couples' get away trip

jean's that dad standing in the bar, watching the game, beer in hand, with an occupied baby carrier strapped to his chest

wants to watch during delivery, but he passed out the first go-round, so now he’s content standing up by your head, trying not to turn white as you squeeze his hand hard enough to break.

talks you into just one more on your fourth’s second birthday. “they’re all so big now. don’t you miss it, babe? my baby in your belly? c’mon…” turns out he reversed that vasectomy without telling you

Reiner

another girl dad. hardcore girl dad.

buys his little princess all number of dresses and barbies, is confused when she’s more interested in the baseballs her classmates have.

accidentally raises the most tomboyish, toughest little girl. still babies her, and she hates it.

cries more than you do on your first date night out when you leave her with your mom. forgets to order his entree at the restaurant because he’s watching the baby monitor app on his phone.

definitely the best at splitting baby duties with you. reiner’s up before you most nights when she wakes, grabbing a bottle and cooing at her lovingly even as she screams. you always try to stay awake to watch him on the baby monitor, though, heart melting as his massive arms rock the tiny bundle back to sleep.

all the neighborhood kids love him because of his size. at every cookout, reiner can’t help on the grill because he’s buried in the grass in a little army of toddlers, led by your daughter, shrieking with joy.

always taking pictures. literally always. unflattering ones when you fall asleep breastfeeding, candids at the zoo, eighteen identical pictures of the lock of hair from her first haircut clogging up his camera roll.

can’t be the bad cop. literally ever. he just can’t say no to his little princess, can’t break her precious little heart by telling her that throwing her food onto the floor is bad.

takes your daughter to mommy & me classes with him

DILF DILF DILF. all the moms in the classes swoon over him and gossip about him when he’s not there; much to your annoyance, reiner never notices, insisting that they’re his “mommy friends”.

always sporting a little bit of glitter on his face or a sticker on his back from your daughter

coming from a fatherless background, reiner nearly kills himself trying to be a constant presence in your daughter’s life (you have to remind him that he has to rest too)

never misses an open house night at school, even if it nearly gets him fired. coaches all of her sports teams. literally almost cries when she makes her first soccer goal. actually does cry when she tells you the boy sitting beside her in class called her his girlfriend. full-blown breakdown on her first day of school, so bad he has to stay home from work.

the absolute BEST through your pregnancy and delivery. always cooking your craving of the week, constant foot and back rubs, stays up all night with you for the three days before the birth when you’re just too swollen and miserable to sleep.

holds your hand through the entire delivery, gets in the doctors’ way when they’re performing checkups because “i’m her father, i need to know what’s going on”

Levi

levi never pictured himself as having children, but when your little surprise arrives, blinking up at levi with his own grey, owlish eyes, levi can’t believe he hadn’t thought of it sooner.

very easily irritated with anyone asking questions about your home life.

when his coworkers ask for your newborn’s name, levi simply says “child.” are you two trying again? “why the fuck do you need to know?”

super overprotective. your baby waves at someone in the supermarket, and levi’s leaning down to explain (in words your eight-month-old can’t yet understand) stranger danger.

totally one of those parents that goes half-crazy trying to get their child into the top-notch, snobby preschool in town.

“we’re not wasting his intelligence on the public school”

levi grew up with basically nothing, so he goes all out buying the best baby products on the market. $2,500 strollers, researching “best baby toys for development”, the whole nine yards.

100% spends months trying to get your child to make a game out of picking up his own toys after playtime, but it never works.

has a meal plan for your child to “optimize nutrition” that you have to sneak around to give your baby little chocolates and junk snacks.

“why are there pringles in his playtime bag? they have no nutritional value.”

vets anyone that comes around your child, even other children. “no more playtime with that evan kid. he’s always got a cold or something.”

he’s always been a light sleeper, but once you have your child, levi snores beside them watching kids’ cartoons on the tv like you’ve never seen him, even drooling as his head lolls, arm tucked tight around your little one.

learned everything he could about labor and delivery beforehand

you almost killed him in the delivery room as he explained each medical detail of your labor symptoms to “reassure” you. he finally got the hint when you threatened to decapitate him.

he thinks it’s shameful, but watching you be a mother turns. him. on. 

wants to take you right there when he catches you breastfeeding, watches you read a bedtime story, spin your child around laughing. you’re just so naturally good at it and it makes him love you all the more, all that love going straight between his legs.

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

when he comes home early

genre: smut, a mix of texting screenshots and written word

word count: 2 screen shots, ~1.1k just a short little drabble

warnings: cnc adjacent? (reader is scared at first), unprotected sex, pet names, chan is called a god (because facts)

channie if you’re reading this (ik you lurk let’s bfr) ik that your birthday is over where you are, but it’s still october 3rd here. it’s like we get to celebrate twice. (like i haven’t been celebrating all week hehe) i can’t believe you were live for four hours. you’re the sweetest human and i hope you had the most amazing birthday. also, don’t read any more of this post or anything else on my blog. pls don’t perceive me. love you byeee 🩷

authors note: this was so out of my comfort zone. i wanted to push myself to write something that i wouldn’t normally. i originally wanted this to be an actual experience for the reader, with a stalker version of chan, but i can’t write that. i just can’t. so i turned my idea into this instead. :) i had to have some form of prior consent, hence the texts lol. that was the only way it was going to work for me. anywhoooo. happy birthday to our channie! 💗💗 thank you for coming along this journey of channie’s birthday celebration with me. <3 i hope it was enjoyable. :) sorry im rambling, here’s the post:

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he did come home that night and help you. but not with that particular fantasy. no, he filed that piece of information away in his mind to save it for later. you wouldn’t really be surprised if he came home that night and did it, now would you? so he waited. and waited. and waited some more until he was sure you had forgotten about it.

and that’s what led to this night. he and the kids had been away on tour for a couple months now, leaving you lonely. but chan managed to sneak away a little early. when everyone else was flying home the next morning, he flew out that night. putting him home sooner than you had expected.

he was at the door of your shared apartment, trying to be extra quiet punching in the code. but he couldn’t control the volume of the beeps, the mechanical whirring of the door unlocking and clicking open.

you stirred in your sleep. was that the door opening? you reached for your phone on the bedside table, the light momentarily blinding you. it was the middle of the night. and chan wasn’t supposed to be home for another 12 hours. you listened intently. and after a few moments of not hearing anything, you had decided you imagined it, dreamt it perhaps, too tired to pull yourself out of bed to go check.

and chan waited. in the shadows of the kitchen, he held his breath, waiting for you to stumble groggily into the kitchen and flip on the light. but you didn’t. he heard you turn over in bed, the frame making a loud creaking noise as you did so. he smiled. he carefully toed off his shoes, and placed his backpack gently on the ground, trying his hardest not to make a single sound. he tiptoed down the hall toward your shared bedroom, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. luckily the bedroom door was already open and he could see you, laying in bed. you were on your tummy, blanket kicked to the side, your arms under your head. you had on a small tank top, and a pair of underwear, the material clinging to your skin in the warm summer night air. his cock twitched in his pants. he had really missed you these last couple of months, and seeing the swell of your ass, close enough for him to reach out and touch, he was already hard.

you moved in your sleep then, grabbing the pillow closest to you and pulling it snug against your chest, burying your face in the softness. his heart gave a squeeze as he realized you had put one of his tshirts on the pillow, and were cuddling it, breathing in his leftover scent.

he loved you so much. and he couldnt wait any longer.

he carefully took of his clothes, leaving them in a messy pile on the floor. he wrapped his hand around his leaking cock and slowly pumped himself as he watched you. it’s almost like you could sense him in the room. your body moved more, stretching out your muscles, slowly waking up.

you opened your eyes, and blinked a few times to make sure you were seeing things correctly. there was someone in the room with you. you could see his dark outline at the foot of the bed. your eyes widened in fear and before you could react, he was on you.

he climbed on the bed and straddled your bottom half, his cock resting against your ass. panicking, you tried to flip over, to knock him off, but you weren’t quick enough. he placed one large hand in between your shoulder blades and held you down, pressing your body into the mattress. his other hand came to your face, covering your mouth, preventing you from screaming.

and that’s when you smelled him. chan? was that him you were smelling? or the tshirt covered pillow laying next to you? a bracelet on his wrist tickled the skin of your chin as he covered your mouth. the metal was cold against your skin. his chrome hearts bracelet?

he leaned down, his lips close to your skin and he confirmed your suspicions. “god i fucking missed you.” he growled into your ear.

goosebumps erupted over your body as he bit your neck, sure to leave a bruise. his hand released your mouth and came down to pull your underwear off. they made it halfway down your thighs before he gave up, deciding that was good enough. his long fingers went straight for your pussy and he groaned. “so fucking wet baby. did you miss me too?”

your core pulsed with need. “chan..” you breathed.

he spit into his hand, coating his length, before shoving it into you. he gave you very little time to adjust to him before he started rocking his hips, quickly increasing his speed until he was fucking into you, hard. your hands clawed at the sheets as his hand on your back pressed you down harder. his show of strength had your arousal dripping down onto the sheets.

“fucking take it.” he grunted, the sound of his skin slapping against yours filled the room.

you could feel that familiar feeling in your tummy. “fuck- oh god.” you moaned. “ oh my god.”

“not god baby.” he said. “just- fuck.. just me.”

his hand landed a hard smack against your ass, leaving a red print behind. “you— you are a god t-to me.” you stuttered out.

his hand squeezed the flesh of your ass before spanking you again. “i’m a god to you, baby?” he asked. you nodded against the sheets, though you were positive he wouldn’t be able to notice it.

you were so close, your walls fluttering around his cock. “if i’m god, then you’re my angel.” he panted. “are you gonna cum for me angel?”

“yes! fuck yes!” your body shook as your orgasm washed over you, your eyes rolling back as he continued to fuck you through it.

“there you go, baby.” he cooed. “just a little more. fuck- i’m cumming” he groaned before you felt him release inside of you.

he collapsed next to you, his chest heaving and covered in sweat. his head turned to look at you. your eyes were closed, exhausted. “are you okay?” he asked. “that wasn’t too much, was it?”

you smiled. “no, channie. i loved it.” you lifted yourself up on your elbows and kissed him softly. “welcome home by the way.” you giggled.

he stroked your cheek, brushed your hair out of you eyes, and kissed you again before saying “i missed you so much.”

🏷️: @httpdwaekki (i’m so sorry i forgot to add the tags yesterday! i was in a rush to post this before my therapy appointment 😅)

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[vampiricgf]

☆ SOMEBODY ELSE

ᝰ situationship \ a romantic or sexual relationship that lacks clear definition or commitment typically associated with traditional romantic relationships

satoru x f!reader, situationship, failed dates, masturbation, voyeurism, guided masturbation, fingering, finger sucking, dirty talk, creampie

You clearly hadn't heard the turn of the spare key you gave him forever ago in the lock on your front door, nor the sound of his footsteps carried down the hall, and not the sound of him just barely cracking your bedroom door with eyes wide and that smug smile plastered across his face at the sight.

Clearly the date didn't go well.

Soft, slick noises filled the space of your bedroom and he could see your hand moving beneath the covers, could imagine perfectly the way your middle and ring fingers would be swirling over your clit and dragging through your arousal. How wet were you? Were you thinking about him?

He could feel the saliva pooling in his mouth at the thought, it was bad enough that when you texted him yesterday you said you were going on a date with some second string loser. You had no clue he'd promptly emptied his guts in the bathroom at his place after reading the message from you.

You were his and no matter how many no name people you entertain it'll always be him right here, back at your place. He's so sure you'd never even consider bringing anyone else back here, it's enough to soothe the now throbbing mental bruise from thinking about what you were doing earlier.

Thank god it wasn't who you were doing.

"Bad date huh?" He says, finally breaking the silence and fully swinging your door open before leaning against the frame.

Immediately you yelp, grabbing a pillow and throwing it full force in his direction as if it were a grenade, yanking the covers over yourself and giving him the shittiest look. It was beyond adorable.

"Fucking creep! Why do you still have my spare key?" You spit out at him, raising yourself up from the bed on your elbows.

"What? Like I was just gonna let you go out with some random guy and not check on you afterwards? That guy could've been a creep." He shrugs, brushing a few stray snowy hairs from his forehead. He knows you like when he does that, can tell by the way your eyes track the movements of his hand. Like they do right now.

"So what? Was he a total loser? That why you didn't bring him back?"

You frown, sitting up fully now. "Don't be mean, we aren't a thing so don't do that territorial bullshit either. He was nice, for your information."

"Not nice enough to come home and fuck you."

Your mouth hangs a little agape at that, and he takes the opportunity to come closer, shut your door behind him and shrug out of his jacket. The only sound for a second is the swish of fabric and the tiny clink of the zipper as the jacket hits the wood floor.

"Who invited you in, anyway?" You say, but there's no heat behind it, no anger like a moment ago.

Because you know he's right and more than that he's right here. Always so ready and willing to give you whatever you want from him, and you're no better for always taking it.

Without another word he sits down in the bed, mattress dipping from his weight and you scoot over but a hand on your covered knee stops you. Slowly he pulls it down, exposing the fact that you only have a tshirt and panties on. Those cute ones he likes and for a second he wants to be angry that you wore those in preparation for someone else.

But it doesn't matter because he's the one in bed with you.

"C'mere," he says, voice cracking a little bit with want and you raise a brow before shuffling to lay back against his chest between his legs.

One arm rests around you while his other hand strokes mindless shapes against your thighs, watching the way you jump ever so slightly in his hold.

"Will you show me what you were doing?"

He can see the way your chest seizes with your hitched breathing as he asks, thumbing the curve of your underwear against your thigh crease, right where it connects to the apex of your legs.

You were suddenly so shy, like he'd turned a megawatt floodlight onto your form in front of an audience. It was adorable watching you squirm but deciding to go through with it anyway, one hand sliding around to the front of your clothed pussy.

"Is that how you started?"

You nod, giving a little mhm as your fingers press more firmly against your clit through your underwear. He can already feel himself starting to throb against your ass, hands digging into the flesh of your thighs and keeping them firmly spread apart as your back arches ever so slightly.

"What were you thinking about, hm?" He whispers, lips barely brushing the shell of your ear but he can feel the way the shiver quakes down your spine from the contact.

He'd be a liar if he said he didn't want every word to convey the image of him fucking you in stark relief, in detail so excruciating it would go beyond simply pornographic. Before he can stop himself his hand covers yours, squeezing lightly so you give him control of your movements and you readily do.

Slowly he drags your fingers down, noticing how the fabric sticks to your cunt and nearly salivating at how wet you already were. But he doesn't stop there, dragging your underwear to the side he dips your fingertips in between your folds, gingerly using your hand to start swiping through them from your clit to your waiting entrance.

And with every touch your breathing gets more and more haggard, squirming in his hold while little moans and mewls that make his blood pressure drop and he knows where it's all going: the excruciatingly hard erection now pressing eagerly against you.

Sure, others have made him weak before but no one gets him as hard as you do.

"Please baby, tell me what you were thinkin' about?" His own voice sounds foreign to his ears, raspy and too needy.

You struggle for a moment, clearly too caught up in the way he was using your fingers to circle and press against your clit, he could see the sweat starting to glisten against your chest and nearly felt overwhelming by the need to run his tongue along the side of your neck.

Eventually you find your voice. "Y-you, I was thinking about you," it's a struggle to get the words out between moans and the jerking of your hips against your hand, "guy was too nice, knew he wasn't gonna come back with me. Didn't really want him to-" you get cut off as he drops your hand, inserting his own fingers into your fluttering hole, making your mouth drop open.

"S'okay, nobody can fuck you like I do, right?" He whispers in your ear, low and gravelly and you nod furiously in response as his thumb resumes rubbing sticky patterns over your swollen clit. His fingers are practically drenched in your wetness now, and he pulls away to bring his hand up to your mouth.

Eagerly your lips open, tongue sliding against his index and middle, sucking and stroking in a way that makes him dizzy his vision momentarily turning to static.

In a rush he fumbles to scoot out from behind you and lay you down, hands shaking as he undoes his pants and guides his pulsing, leaking cock free from its confines. From midshaft to tip it was flushed an angry shade of pink, miffed at having to wait so long to be inside you again.

After he kicks his pants off and drags his shirt over his head he gives himself a few preparation tugs, smearing precum all along the shaft before pulling your panties to the side again, lining up with your drooling cunt. He pushes down on the head of his cock with his thumb as he grips it, tip sliding inside you with a pop before his hands find their hold on your thighs again to keep them pushed as wide apart as possible.

He likes watching as your greedy pussy swallows him whole, likes feeling the desperate way your walls huh his length and seem to pull him in as far as possible. You push up your t shirt over your chest, exposing your breasts to his lust soaked gaze and he can't help himself, dips down to roll one of your nipples with his tongue before sucking as he bottoms out inside you.

It's bliss feeling the way you squeeze and massage around him as he starts with slow, languid thrusts, gradually building the symphony of squelching sounds and skin smacking. He braces himself on his forearms, caging your head and crowding you making it impossible to focus on anything that isn't him.

The shift in position also forces your legs up higher against your chest, folded up and opened up fully for him and there's no resistance as he picks up his pace and presses his forehead to yours. Your ragged breathing, interspersed with cries of his name and unashamed moans joins in harmony with the sounds of your bodies.

He wishes it wasn't so quick, that he could hold out but it's been weeks with just his hand and memories of you so it's no time at all that he's spilling inside you, thick pent up ropes of cum flooding inside you as he nips at your neck and kisses you cheeks, your nose, nibbles on your bottom lip.

If he were a better man he could just admit that you're truly the only one for him.

[loveysloveclub]

i wish you would - mark estapa

in which, you mess up your relationship and spend your days wishing for it to go back to normal.

you and mark had always had a strange relationship. what had started as a small friendship had blossomed into something more behind closed doors and during secret meetings.

no strings attached. it’s what you both agreed on the first time you had woken up next to him, and that’s what it was for a short while.

you should’ve known that your poor, precious heart wouldn’t be able to handle the emotional disconnect that came alongside having a no strings attached relationship, so, it was no surprised when you found yourself falling for the estapa boy.

but alas, all good things must come to an end.

it was 2am and you were currently waiting up for the estapa boy. your roommate was staying at her girlfriends dorm, meaning you had the whole place to yourself. he said he’d be over soon, but that was over an hour ago.

you shouldn’t have been bothered by his tardiness in the same way you shouldn’t look for him in every crowd and drop everything to spend even an inkling of time with him. however, slowly but surely, the hockey player had taken over your every thought.

so, him not showing up made you feel as if you had been stood up in a restaurant.

giving in against your better judgement, you quickly dialled his number and let it ring.

“lexi?” he called through the phone. he was yelling over some sort of loud music and you could hear the additional laughter of what seemed to be his teammates. your eyes squinted together as you cringed.

of course he found something better to do.

you opened your mouth to say something but you were cut off by another voice on the other side of the phone. “mark! come on!” a female giggled on the opposite end.

“one second, em. i’m on the phone to lex-“

you couldn’t bare to hear the rest of the statement, much less be on the phone any longer to the boy. so you hung up quicker than you dialled and pathetically cried yourself to sleep.

how could you be so ridiculous? crying over a boy who made it clear from the get go that he wanted nothing more than a hookup. more importantly, why did you ever think that you were ever going to be a no strings attached type of girl?

you read romance books in your spare time and spent any hour of the day where your brain wasn’t busy imagining your epic love. you pictured your wedding frequently and even had all your kids names chosen out. you were a relationship type of girl, and you were stupid for trying to be anything else.

time moved slower over the next few weeks. you avoided mark like the plague, but it didn’t even seem like he was looking for you. you regretted hanging up the phone that night, picturing all the ways everything could be different. but most importantly, you spent your time wishing he would come back. that by the grace of god he would grow the courage you could never possess and come talk to you.

you didn’t even hold any anger towards the boy anymore, you missed him far too much to stay enraged at him and whoever em was.

a knock sounded on your dorm door, and despite it being the middle of the night and you being home alone, you found yourself dragging your feet to open it.

the sight of ethan edwards, looking rather distressed, caught you off guard.

you had met him a few times through mark, but had never had a close enough relationship for him to know where your dorm was, let alone show up in the middle of the night.

“hello?” you asked, crossing your arms over the oversized tshirt you currently adorned. “marks been hurt and he really needs you.” ethan rushed out, tugging at his hair panicky.

your heart dropped, nodding your head quickly, you allowed the edwards boy to drag you out of your dorm building and into the michigan cold.

god, if you knew you’d be rushing out to save a 6 foot something hockey player in the middle of the night, you’d have worn something a tad bit warmer.

“where are we going?” you asked ethan as your eyes searched the courtyard, eyebrows furrowed and forehead creased with confusion.

“he should be right here.” ethan explained, thought his voice was now humorous rather than distressed.

your eyes fleeted in every which direction, but you came up with nothing. “i don’t see him.” you turned to speak to ethan, only to find him missing. your jaw dropped, as well as your hands to your side. he had really dragged you out of bed and into the cold only to abandon you.

“hi lex.”

a yelp escaped you as you spun around, hands raised and fists clenched. you were no more comforted when you were met with mark.

“you’re not injured.” you pointed out the obvious. he stood tall, hands in the pockets of his jumper. he laughed at your observation before taking a step towards you, you responded by taking a step backwards.

“and you’ve been avoiding me.”

“no i’ve been busy.” you retorted.

“no, you haven’t.” mark shot back, and he knew he was right when your mouth clamped shut as you had nothing to say to him.

silence consumed you both as you stood in the cold air.

“i miss you.” he spoke up.

your world seemed to stop spinning on its axis, but you knew he could never miss you in the way you had spent the passed couple of weeks missing him.

“i can’t do this anymore, mark.” you sighed, willing yourself to look anywhere else but him. “do what?” he responded, taking another step towards you. you stood still this time.

“this arrangement me we have going on. i can’t do it anymore. i should’ve never agreed to it.” you shook your head, urging the tears that brimmed at your eyes to go away. you didn’t need to cry in front of him.

“i thought you liked me.” his voice sounded small, almost hurt by your revelation. the sudden difference in his demeanour has you snapping your eyes from your shoes to his face. he looked crushed, as if you had murdered his family in front of him.

“that’s the problem, mark. i like you. but not in the way you want, and not in the way you like me. i’m not built for this no strings attached bullshit. and i’m sorry i never said anything, but i’m saying it now.”

“lexi-“ he began, but you couldn’t hear him reject you like you knew he was going to.

“don’t bother, mark. i came terms to it a long time ago.” you turned to leave, to rush back to the warmth and comfort of your own bed where you would cry yourself to sleep again. but you didn’t get very far until a hand was wrapping around your wrist and tugging you back into them. time slowed to a stop when marks lips crashed against yours, the boy pouring out everything you didn’t let him say.

catching up with what was going on, your hands snaked around his neck before he pulled away. “you’re the stupidest girl i’ve ever met, lex.”

scoffing, you unravelled yourself from him and gave him the hardest shove you could muster. he always knew how to push your buttons. turning to walk back to your dorm, an arm slipped around your shoulders and began the walk with you.

“i didn’t think eddy was gonna pull off the acting to be honest.”

“he wasn’t very good.” you lied, a small smile tugging at your lips as your hand raised to play with marks fingers.

“then why did you come running out here all “where’s my mark?”” his voice was high pitched as he mocked you, earning him another shove.

“quit yapping, estapa. i’m cold.”

[umnitsa]

You should mess with Jim

Summary: You just moved and found out your neighbor is your favorite porn actor.

A/N: I can't stop thinking of this and I won't stop myself anymore. We may have an overload of pornstar!hopper fics, with different readers and, hell, this is my personal self-indulgent paradise. The Big Jim name was totally inspired by @hopsgirl (thanks, by the way! <3).

I am terrible with names, you should forgive me.

Pairing: retiredpornstar!Hopper x fem!Reader

CW: Mentions of sex and descriptions. Reader is naughty.

You huffed, looking at the kitchen. Most things were in place, and the move was finally over. It took a few days of intense concentration and take-out food, but it was finally over.

You set the coffee machine and decided to be useful and take the trash out.

The first rays of the sun were visible, and the day was just cold enough to be comfortable, even with your nipples pebbled against your tshirt. The trash bags were annoying, but there was this underlying sensation of accomplishing something that made you feel good.

You disposed of the trash bags and took a deep breath. This was the beginning of something in your life. Something good, clean, and better. Healthier.

Less computer, less video games, less porn. More sunlight. Enough feeling like a cave goblin after an earth-shattering orgasm brought by your latest toy and some dirty fanfic. Enough nights watching whole careers in porn with a hand between your legs.

You felt good.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw some movement; good, neighbors! You turned, a smile on your face, to be greeted with the sexiest image you had ever seen in your life.

He was tall, immensely tall, his shoulders wide. His dirty blonde hair, thinning at the front. The strong chin, covered in overgrown facial hair, long, but just long enough for you to know it is just an unkempt mustache.

He was wearing low-hung blue pajama pants and a light robe, no shirt. No underwear.

You knew every detail of his body, down to the veins on his long, thick cock.

That was Big Jim.

One of your favorite porn actors.

How many times have you watched him manhandle women just like you, keeping them open for the camera, as he ruined them forever, with that monster he called a cock?

You stared, as he turned. He watched you there, frozen, watching him. With a chuckle, he lowered his head a bit, raising his eyebrows amusedly.

You waved, awkwardly, and he waved back. His blue eyes twinkled with mischief as he moved back to his house. One big hand slid down his belly, to absentmindedly caress his cock, as he slowly walked.

How many times have you imagined yourself suckling on the head, swallowing the abundant precome he pulses when he’s aroused?

You quickly went back to the house, not wanting to think of it anymore. Ok, your neighbor was Big Jim, but that didn’t mean anything. You were not going to be the creepy weird neighbor for him. You respected his work.

Oh, god, you respected his work.

You poured yourself some coffee, thinking about how you need to look less stupid the next time you see each other.

***

Jim chuckled, resting against the closed door. It had been a while since he was recognized.

He scratched his cheek, then squeezed his cock.

The kind of people who recognized him these days was always interesting. He wasn’t completely retired, he always picked something if he liked the idea, but he was prolific in his time.

And it was sweet, even when it was weird. The small thrill and the reactions when they understood from where exactly they knew him.

A shy smile from an older lady in a restaurant, a weird high-five from a middle-aged man in a convenience store, the soccer mom unashamedly slipping him her number in the supermarket.

It was always a moment of doubt followed by some thought. Until the right image surfaced, and the realization flashed in people’s eyes. It was a process, and sometimes it happened fast.

But never as fast as you.

You recognized him immediately, your eyes widening. That kind of look, startled and amazed, he only gets from connoisseurs and fans. People usually felt a bit ashamed once the realization hit, but you stood there, awkwardly aroused under the morning sun.

You looked like a little pervert who could provide a ton of fun. And the hunger, so clear in your eyes, made him half hard. He even had to give himself a little squeeze, so he could at least reach the house without tenting his pants. You could help him with his boredom.

Well, he could be a good neighbor and bake you some cookies.

[yourtouchismidas]

im begging for literally anything written about george. i love that man so much

ok so i've just been in a hot country with my bf so lets imagine this.

george is off from tour so you both get cheap plane tickets and fly out to an island, george wearing big sunglasses and a hat, just in case, but rarely recognised in the same way his lead singer is.

he sleeps on the plane while you read, holding your hand and absentmindedly mumbling your name in his sleep and every time he does you look over to him, expecting him to be calling for you, and instead your face breaks out into a smile and you think about how lucky you are, chuckle and go back to your book.

you land and the hot air hits you, and george's hands are already on your waist as you climb the stairs out of the airplane, needy for you and needing release, again, from missing you so much on tour. (he woke you up twice last night despite the day of travel ahead, to fuck you slowly and moan into your shoulder, before rolling away for a second and breathing out "fuck i missed your body so much. i missed what it does to me.")

so you rush through security and into a taxi to the villa he has booked out for you, him scrambling with the keys and dragging you through it while you're trying to look at the decor, searching for the bedroom, and when he cant find it in the maze of white tile stairs and brown locked door closets, he pushes you against one of the walls and fucks you there instead until you can only see stars and feel heat.

you're there for a week and you barely leave the villa, george picking somewhere completely in the middle of the countryside so he can have you to himself away from sight seeing and culture, just you and him and a blue pool and the sun and your skin, which he rubs suncream into everyday and then you lie out, both holding books, but never actually getting to them, just talking, talking and talking and talking, about everything that happened on tour and back home, everything that has happened to each of you ever, the same way you talked over coffee this morning, and talked yourself to sleep on the aircon cooled pillows the night before.

during siesta sex you suck his dick and watch him grab the clean white sheets of the bed in his fists, hard, to stop himself from going over the edge too quickly, trying to savour it, to savour you, but he can never do it, and afterwards he puts his hand under yours and lifts your face to his and says, "its because you're my weakness," and you go weak at the knees.

you giggle all the way down to the tiny village at the bottom of the hill, you in a dress and kissed brown from the sun and him in a soft tshirt sporting a pink nose. the waiter calls you beautiful and tells george to look after you. "you should marry her," he says, "before someone else does." he laughs at george's bleached hair, rubbing his own dark head and asking if he should do the same. you both laugh with him, and with each other, until your sides hurt.

you walk back up to the villa, hand in hand, stretching apart and then coming back together but never letting go. all the pent up tingling energy, the burning desire, the desperation, has gone now you've fucked each other over and over and over, and you wonder when it will come back, because you know it will, maybe in a few minutes, maybe an hour, maybe tomorrow but for now you are content to just pull up a deck chair, climb into his arms and both fall asleep as the sun sets, ignoring your flight home in a few days, ignoring george's return to tour, ignoring your return to the dull british weather. ignoring everything, even the sunset now as it draws to a close and your eyes fall shut, except the warmth of each others bodies. ignoring everything but each other.

[ghostiiess]

[NSB IMAGINES] - i'm the one for you...

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pov: when you find out that your boyfriend cheated on you, you go for his best friends...

warning: mention of cheating, sex talk, mention of bad words (swearing), mention of making love with another person, making out

type: angst and a little bit of comfort in the middle! some love at the end (but not enough to say it's spicy) ;)

members: sebastian moy and justin phan

words count: about 22 343 characters :)

this one was requested!! thank you! if you guys want more imagines or headcanons that are not on my masterlist, please, do not hesitate! my box is always open :)

"But you're the most beautiful girl I've ever kissed…" Justin whispered to you as he continued to put his lips on yours and his hands on your hips, crumpling the fabric of your tshirt

Let's do a recap of your story.

You and Justin met in February 2021 at the Korean BBQ restaurant. All the members were there, including him.

Him.

Justin Phan.

That guy, oh fuck… The one who made you cry tears of sadness, tears of joy, screams of joy, screams of… well, let's just say it was also screams of joy, except no one would really want to hear them..., lots of emotions ranging from anger to joy… You'd gone through all the emotions together, holding hands secretly and holding firm on the point;

"We're only friends."

That night he saw you and gave you one of his smiles. Oh boy, his smile.

You could talk about it for hours, it was so precious. It was protected as if only special people could see it, his smile was comforting as if it protected you from all attacks and insults.

You were dying to ask him for his number, to get to know him, to go on a date with him and find out his passions, some facts about him, why he was like that, his favorite place on earth and why…

But he had you beat. While he was eating, he saw you go to the cash register, probably to pay for your meal which had been barely good to be honest, and saw something from your bag fall on the floor.

This was his chance to talk to you.

-Hey, you dropped this! he said, handing you the object that was formerly on the floor.

You let out a sad little smile:

-Ooh.. Thank you.

He gave you a little smile, hoping that it would make you smile back, since you looked sad, and took a deep breath. He couldn't let go of you. He could already feel the chemistry between the two of you, and someone as pretty as you couldn't leave here without Phan having their number. Maybe this relationship wasn't going to work out, but at least he wanted to give it a shot. He had to do it.

-Did you come alone?

-Yeah. My date stood me up. I'm… I'm not having much luck with love these days.. you laughed a little nervously, as if you didn't mind seeing your love life fall to the ground

You were feeling good about him. You'd literally been standing in front of him for a minute and a half, but his vibe made you feel like you'd known him forever.

-He's a fucking moron. Who would dare to stand up a girl as attractive as you? It's their loss.

You tried not to smile too much, but you couldn't help it.

-That's nice, thanks. It cheers me up.

He took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair from his nervousness.

-I'm Justin, by the way.

-Y/N.

-Pretty name for a pretty girl. It works well.

You smiled slightly and took out your phone to pay and inhaled in turn.

"Come on, do it Y/N. Anyway, this isn't the first time you've done this kind of thing, right? Come on."

-I like your name too.

-Is my name as pretty as me? he laughed softly, trying to continue the game you've been playing for a few minutes now.

You laughed instead of answering.

-I have to go back with my friends, but… if you want, we could exchange numbers or something?

You nodded and opened your messaging app so he could enter his number.

He smiled and held out his phone for you to do the same.

-There you go!

You looked at the name he had entered and saw "cute guy from the korean bbq". You looked up and saw him join his friends. He smiled at you from afar and joined the conversation, which his friends had started, as if nothing had happened.

You left the restaurant and said to yourself that you were lucky to have been alone tonight. Otherwise, you would never have lived this story with him.

Except you know that all good things must come to an end..

December 2022.

-I hope so JP… I am your girlfriend… you answered with a little smile

He gave you another smile and put his lips on yours for the umpteenth time.

-Yeah, and I'm glad you are, my love.

A knocking sounded at your boyfriend's door, which broke the kiss. You pulled yourself off his lap and watched as Justin hurriedly put his shirt back on and sat down at his gaming desk as if nothing had ever happened.

-Come on in! Justin shouted, trying not to laugh as he watched you try to straighten up his bed.

The door finally opened with Sebastian shirtless, probably coming back from the gym, and a dark gray towel over his left shoulder. He was so… hot?

"Shit, what the hell did I just do… Holy shit!" you thought.

You took a deep breath and made big eyes hoping that nobody saw you. You looked up and saw Sebastian's eyes looking you up and down. He gave you a little smile and waved his hand.

-Hi Y/N. How are you?

-Yeah! A-And you? you said, wearing a hoodie to Justin to hide your tshirt.

It was only a camisole, but still. It was pretty sexy. At least, that's what Justin said to you when he first saw you in it.

-I'm okay…? Anyway, JP! I just wanted to tell you that you have to be ready in 30 minutes, we're going to film a new video for the NSB channel.

Justin nodded and looked at you with a smile.

-Y/N, do you want to participate?

Sebastian looked back at you and smiled, waiting for your answers.

You nodded your head.

-Yeah, okay! I'll finish showing Justin my school project and we'll be right there… you lied to prove that you weren't making out five minutes ago

-Okay.. I'll leave you guys alone with your weird occupations, Seb laughed while closing Phan's door' bedroom

-Bro, you dropped out of school! Shut your fucking mouth! She just likes to show me her work, that's all!

Justin turned around and walked back to his messy bed and smiled as he ran his hand over your hair.

-That was really close to getting caught… you whispered

-That would have been sexy.

You rolled your eyes, then put your lips on his.

-I love it when you wear my clothes! he smiled softly

-They're comfortable and they smell like you.

He laughed.

-I wish I could do the same with yours, but they'd be too small for me.

-Hey! Are you saying I'm short? you asked with a smile on your lips

-Maybe…

-JUSTIN PHAN!

He laughed, then put your hands on his neck and put his head on your chest. (idk if you guys understand what i'm trying to say here lol)

-But you're my shortie.

Indeed, you and Justin had decided to keep your relationship a secret since you knew it might complicate things for the work and interviews he was doing. He also didn't want to make his relationships public because he knew he'd rather have them to himself and have them private, not be seen by the rest of the world. Besides, what's more exciting in a relationship than being secret?

-Thank you?

Still having his smile on his face, he breathed:

-Well, let's get ready.

-You know what video you guys are going to shoot? you asked as he got out of bed

-Probably a "Spill your guts or fill your guts"!

Finally ready, you walked out of Phan's room and took the stairs while smiling and wearing a sweater, that was your boyfriend's, and met Seb Moy's eyes.

-Heyy, if it isn't my best girl, Y/N! he laughed. High five?

You smiled and tried to give him one, except of course… This guy kept raising his hand higher and higher to mock you and prevent you from doing one with him.

-You missed… he laughed

You rolled your eyes with a smile.

-You're pissing me off with your 6'4.

-What do you want? That's what charms the girls!

You laughed.

-Your thing doesn't work very well. You're still single!

He smiled.

-Hey, you can only says that kind of things if you're dating someone. From I know, you're still single.

-No, I'm with J-

You stopped talking and realized what you almost said.

That was close.

-Wait, you're dating someone? Who is it? your best friend asked with one of his eyebrows raised (🤨)

You took a deep breath and laughed nervously.

-I was going to say I was with Junior, my teddy bear but now, I realize how better it was in my head.

Seb looked oddly relieved, but you couldn't really guess why.

You looked into his brown eyes.

He was so handsome. His 6'4 figure that charmed you more and more, despite you being in a relationship with his best friend. His black hair that swept across his face and his veiny hands filled with rings. His fashion style so pretty, but so messy. His smile that, every time you saw him, begged you to smile more and more with him.

You made big eyes and took a deep breath.

Twice in one day. What was wrong with you? You always thought Sebastian was attractive and he was nicer to you for the past few days and weeks, but you'd never said or meant it like that before.

It must be the stress.

-I think it's cute.

You ran your hand through your hair and avoided putting your eyes in his.

"Don't make the same mistake again, Y/N.."

Justin walked down the stairs and into the kitchen with your phone in hand and high-fived his best friend.

-Hi guys! he exclaimed while giving you a back hug. Y/N, you forgot your phone in my room. You'll need it for the video.

-Oh thanks!

He smiled at you and left to join the other members in the other room.

-Can I have a hug too? Sebastian asked

You accepted and felt his arms cover you from all worries, stress and nervousness.

You felt good.

The video was going well. Quite well, in fact. You hadn't had any questions asked yet and you were happy with that. The food looked like it would be unpleasant to eat and swallow.

-Y/N! exclaimed Regie. My friend. How about eating those little anchovies that look so fucking bad?

-No way am I going to taste that! My breath will stink.

Justin laughed.

-Yeah, let's avoid that..

He smirked at you, giving you butterflies in your stomach.

His smile was so precious.

You met your buddy Nguyen's eyes and saw him watching you with a frown as he smiled with his fist shaped hand over his mouth.

-AYOOOO?? Justin and Y/N, you want to tell us something, bruh?

-No, bro, it's just that the breath of anchovies stinks like hell. It smells like fucking death! your secret boyfriend said

-Yeah, yeah. There's definitely something going on between these two. Noooo cap!!

Regie exclaimed.

-If you don't want to have a bad breath, you're going to have to answer the question. Regie, ask the question that everyone wants to know. Let's hear the truth.. Sebastian exclaimed, looking away as if he were angry or upset

Your eyes looked at Seb's face then checked your companion.

He wetted his lips with his tongue and smiled as he caressed his eyes into yours.

-Yeah, we want to know if you have a crush on me!

-You'd like that! I laughed

Regie scrolled through his phone and gave a big smile while nodding along with the oldest member of the group.

-That question is crispy as fuck, bro!

-Ouch, she's going to have to eat the fish… laughed Kane

Darren read the question on his best friend's phone and started laughing as he walked away from the table.

-Fanfictions are coming, baby!

Regie looked at your eyes and started to read the question, then started to laugh.

-Y/N, if you could choose anyone here for a one night stand, who would it be with?

You started to look around the table, knowing very well who you were going to choose. You watched your boyfriend waiting for your answer.

-Justin.

A big hubbub ensued with shouts, screams, laughter and "oooh, I told you so!" was heard.

-Why? asked Sebastian, trying to put on a smile that looked awfully fake to you

-Um… He's the one I'm closest with.

-I'm the most sexy here, what do you want? The girls are head over heels over me.

The whole group laughed.

Now it was Sebastian's turn to answer one of your questions. You turned the table towards the acorn pudding and scrolled through the questions on Twitter.

-Sebastian Moy… Either you eat the acorn pudding or you answer my question.

He smiled nervously.

-I'm ready.

You smiled and looked into his eyes.

His brown eyes that were so deep. His eyes that you always wanted to have in yours. His eyes that…

You snapped back to reality and cleared your throat.

-I found my question… you said as an excuse. So… Uh… who are you most jealous of in the group and why?

Some "oooohhh" were heard in the room and around the table.

-Probably me, I'm the hottest one here. exclaimed Darren.

-That's some cap, bro, that's some cap! said Ryan directly.

Sebastian looked around at each member of the group, then ran his hand through his hair.

-Oh man, this is hard.

-You can eat the thing if it's too hard for you.. Oliver said smiling at him

-I'm good, thank you.

He let out another sigh, then softly said your boyfriend's name.

-Justin, probably.

The room echoed with different reactions to the youngest member's answer.

-Why? JP asked, smiling broadly

Sebastian shrugged.

-I don't know, your smile, maybe? I wish I had one that was like that too, I think.

You smiled as you listened to the reactions the other members were giving him about his smile.

Justin Phan's smile.

Was it a coincidence that in the past few weeks, Seb had been getting closer to you, that he had been showing jealousy towards you and his teammate and that he was now talking about how beautiful JP's smile was, knowing full well that it was what had charmed you in the first place?

-I like your smile, Sebastian.

Justin looked at you and gave you a tiny smile. He knew you weren't saying that to make him jealous. He was happy. He was happy that you got along so well with his best friends and that you were as close to them as he was. No matter which member was close to you, he was happy that you were friends with his. It made him happy.

-You do?

-I mean… I think everybody has a beautiful smile. Yours is soft and simple. It's like you have a communicative smile or whatever.

Justin got up from his seat and gave you a kiss on the head.

-I agree.

***

Finally Saturday night.

You rang the doorbell and hoped Justin would open the door for you.

You hadn't texted him to say you were coming, but you figured he wouldn't mind you coming to the party for about five minutes to give him something back. After all, he was always saying:

"This is like your second home. Come over whenever you want. You don't need an invitation, just come in and do whatever you want"

The door finally opened with a white-dress-shirted Sebastian wearing his smile as always and one of his black belt tied around his waist.

"Hot…"

-Hey Y/N! Come on in, come on in!

You walked in and saw the huge party that was going on in the NSB's house. It reminded you of your college days at session parties: they were boring compared to the ones your friends were doing.

-How are you doing? he asked

-Pretty tired, to be honest. How 'bout you?

-I'm okay, I guess. Tired, too, but I'm holding up okay.

You smiled softly and moved forward to give him a hug. His arms went almost immediately to your back and his head on yours.

-You smell good, he whispered.

-Thank you. So do you.

You and Sebastian have always had a strong friendship. Ever since JP introduced you to the group, you and Seb have been joking around, making fun of each other and laughing at silly things.

You took your arms off of him and saw the look of disappointment on his face.

-Wanted to party tonight? he laughed

You shrugged.

-Oh uh… I was only coming to bring Justin, his anime hoodie that he gave me two days ago. I was going to leave afterwards. I don't want to disturb.

He rolled his eyes.

-You're never disturbing us, come on! Plus, we could watch a movie together like old times! Wouldn't be exciting? he exclaimed, taking the cotton belonging to his friends in his hands

-Okay, okay.. I'll stay. But only for the movie, though! you said laughing to make him know you were kidding

The young adult laughed back at you.

-Alright! I'm going to JP's room to give him back his sweater. You go to my room and pick a movie.

You nodded and went in the opposite direction.

Sebastian's POV

I went up the stairs and knocked on my best friend Justin's door and received no answer. I knocked again, a little louder this time, and waited. Maybe he hadn't heard? It's true that the music was loud.

I heard for a few moments, then sighed.

I won't wait forever.

I opened the door and put my eyes on my best friend's hoodie before putting them on his room. My heart pounded.

What had I just seen…?

Justin looked at me and made big eyes before pulling the underwear girl off on him and getting out of bed seeing what I had in my hands. I fastly closed my eyes to avoid any traumatisation.

-Seb?! W-What are you doing? Why do you have my hoodie in my hands?

-I-I…Y/N came to bring back your hoodie, she's in my room, we're going to watch a movie together and um.. Look, I'm gonna come back later. I didn't see anything, don't worry.

Justin pulled on his pants and ran his hand through his hair.

-Why didn't you knock, you idiot?

-I did, but I got no answer, so I let myself in. I thought you were playing video games, not playing with a girl.

-Okay, well… he said while looking at the girl probably. Can you please get out of here? I-I don't want to do this anymore…

The girl sighed, swore and leaved us alone in his dark violet LED room. I opened my eyes and saw my best friend on his bed all undone trying to search a clean comfortable sweater.

-I shouldn't have done that to Y/N.

I raised an eyebrow and handed him the anime hoodie for him to wear.

-What are you talking about? You're single. Plus, I don't really care about your sex life, it just surprised me! Especially because I thought you liked Y/N, but I won't tell her anything if that's your worries. She's your best friends anyways. I don't think she'll be mad about it.

Justin sighed and jumped to his feet and spun around.

-No, that's the thing! She'll be deadass mad! And she have the right to feel this way, I shouldn't.. Fuck, I shouldn't have done this, damn it. I just ruined everything.

I nodded and left him alone in his thoughts.

-Well, I'm going to be in my room with Y/N. If you need something or just want to talk about it, you know where you can find me.

Justin nodded and sighed:

-You love her, don't you?

I blushed a little and laughed nervously:

-What?

-Yes or no?

-What does it matter if I love her or not?

-Take care of her, Seb, just... take care of her.

Back to the normal POV :)

-And that's why I'd like to apologize because… I don't know, I was a jerk for doing this, but I promise I won't do it again… I just wanted you to know that… You would have known anyway, Seb doesn't really hold his tongue sometimes, but.. I had to tell you, because it would have been even more disrespectful if I had kept it to myself.

Your heart was beating really hard, harder than the music playing in the main room.

You thought he was loyal.

Justin Phan had just let you know that he had just been caught, by Seb, doing it with another girl than you. You've never had a problem with him talking to other girls, but like any secret, public or normal relationship, there's really no justifiable excuse for this, at least, that was for you and Justin's one.

You felt tears in my eyes and sighed.

-Yeah, it's good that you won't do it again. That'll help you keep your next relationship. you said as you left his room.

-Y/N, wait! I never meant to hurt you, it's just that… It was just one night stands!

You sighed.

-Oh yeah? One-night stands that you've been secretly flirting with for almost a year? Is that why you didn't want to make it public? Because, with your celebrity status that might have made her find out we were a couple? Was this your idea? That we make it secret so that we can fuck in secret and you can fuck her on Saturday Nights?

-I… It didn't sound like that in my head.

-Justin, I trusted you.

-Y/N, I'm so sorry. I promise I'm not gonna do that again. We can give it another shot! I have regrets like you wouldn't believe. I care so fucking much about you, that's why I told you.

I sniffed.

-Justin, you told me because your best friend caught you doing it.

I opened the door to Sebastian's room and locked it. I went to his arms and started tearing up.

-Hey, hey... Y/N, are you okay?

-Justin and I just broke up, I whispered into his ear

-Broke up? Y-You were a thing…? asked Seb.

-We were a thing, yeah.

Sebastian put his arms around my back and started making circles on it.

Fuck.

***

It had already been three and a half months, almost four, since we broke up. It still hurt a little to see Justin around, but let's just say I was getting better every day.

I rang the doorbell at their house and saw Sebastian, smiling in one of his hoodies that I loved to steal.

Since the breakup, Seb and I had moved beyond friendship, for sure. We were closer than ever,

-Hi! Are you ready?

-Hell yeah!

We had a ritual. Every Sunday, aka their day off, we'd watch a show, a movie, anime, whatever. We would eat and talk about everything. It was cool and relaxing.

We were watching The Notebook as I heard:

"So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. We're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, you and me, every day." (quote from the movie The Notebook, ngl, i never watched the movie, I just thought this was a good quote lol 😭)

Sebastian looked at me and paused the show and inhaled.

-I can't do this anymore.

I frowned in confusion and saw him sigh again.

-I can't stand it anymore when you keep pretending we're just friends.

My heart started to beat a little harder.

-I want more than this.

Sebastian took Yoobi in his hands, something he did when he was stressed or nervous.

-Y/N, I'm tired of pretending to be happy when you talk to me about other boys, pretending it doesn't get to me when you take Instagram pictures with them with such romantic caption and talking about me like I'm only your friend.

He fixed his eyes in mine.

-I'm tired of you not understanding that I have feelings for you, damn it.

I swallowed my saliva and felt my heart beat faster and faster.

I placed my lips on his, which were a soft comforting pink, a pink that meant "kiss me more". He accepted the kiss and put his hand in my hair. A smile came from him as he broke the gap between our mouths.

-I guess that means you feel the same way.

I smiled a little.

-You guess?

His smile stopped at his ears, leaving me to do the same.

-Well, ok... I'm sure.

He kissed me again, then whispered.

-I'm the one for you..

Hope you guys liked it!!

(NGL: this took me like super long to write it because I didn't know how to start it. However, I think it's not too bad? Lol. Let me know!)

[hils79]

Hils Watches Cross Fire - Ep 24

Oh come on!

Smooth

Is the forehead kiss a censorship thing?

Is Lu Xiaobei ever going to get his own team back or is he going to be playing under another team's name for the rest of the drama? I miss Continue :(

I love that at this point he's just committed to looking evil. Sitting around in his expensive suits, sipping expensive whiskey. All that's missing is a fluffy white cat in his lap

Aww I thought he liked Gao Bosong now

It's true Liu Chang does have very big eyes

Oh no he's playing the piano again

I'm crying. Why is he so pretty?

Well that's just rude

I swear I will stop screenshotting him any second now

KISS HIM! You don't have to marry him or anything!

This is the first time I've seen Liu Chang in a heterosexual role and I have to say he's doing it very well.

I am still quietly rooting for them. So far no one on Lu Xiaobei's team seems to be a terrible person so it's clearly safer to invest in them than in anyone on Xiao Feng's team

Oh my god look at them being a badass power couple

ASDFGHJKJL I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

WHAT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW?

YOU ARE LITERALLY IN A TOURNAMENT FINAL GAME I KNOW YOU ARE A SIMP FOR HER BUT STOP IMAGINING YOUR WEDDING IN THE MIDDLE OF A GAME

Aww the crowd is chanting their old team name anyway. I am definitely not crying.

Oh no. Xu Wei there to ruin everything yet again. God, if Lu Xiaobei shakes his hand not knowing that's the guy that killed his brother...

Does Lu Xiaobei not know that Xu Wei was part of the scheme that framed him for cheating right at the start?

I mean who can blame her. You keep asking her to be your girlfriend and telling her she should be over Xiao Feng by now

I can't believe the man who lives in jeans or shorts and a tshirt is trying to give An Lan fashion advice

YOU keep wearing jeans and a short-sleeve top. Why don't you wear a pretty dress instead!

Oh my god is he making her steal a dress?

Oh, phew, he paid for it while she was trying it on. I mean shoplifting is barely a crime compared to the shit some of the other members of his team have done

Aww they are very sweet

Ooh is his dad going to become their manager?

Yeah, you quit thinking they'd be lost without you and they've done just fine. I have zero sympathy.

[storiesofateenager]

gender identity

Before School

I was born female, with a super feminine name. Before I was able to dress myself, my parents would dress me in somewhat feminine clothing, but usually not dresses or skirts or anything like that. It wasn't all pink and butterflies either, but they were clothes from the girls' section. However, once I was able to dress myself, I soon came to realize that I didn't care for those kinds of clothes. Ever since then, I felt disconnected from femininity.

I wanted to dress like my brothers, who I hung out with a bunch. My parents never forced me to dress a certain way, so I did end up wearing a lot of neon tshirts and basketball shorts. In my home, it was normal that I acted and dressed this way. I would play baseball and basketball and football with my younger brother in front of our house. We would also play things like cops and robbers, pretended to fight zombies outside with Nerf guns, and played other imagination games like that. I also played a lot of video games with both of my brothers. Playing Call of Duty and Guitar Hero with my brothers was a big part of my childhood.

Outside of the home, though, people often found it strange. I have one memory of one of these situations being on a playground with my siblings as a kid. I was really young, so I obviously hadn't developed the physical traits of a female, and I was wearing a tshirt and basketball shorts, but I did have long hair. There was a mom pushing her young child on a swing. I was standing by the swing waiting for a turn, so the mom took her kid off of it and said, "Come on, let's give the little boy a turn." I promptly said, "Oh, I'm a girl." The mom seemed shocked and said, "Oh I'm sorry, I just thought because of your clothes." I was confused because it was normal to me.

Elementary School

When I was in elementary school, I had a lot of girl friends but I never truly fit in with them. I just wasn't into the stuff that they were into. They wanted to sit and talk at recess. I was running around and playing football and basketball with the boys. They were fashionable and trendy at that age, and I just didn't care about clothes like that. They would pay attention to their hair and check on it during the school day, but I was the girl that just didn't care about my appearance at all. I brushed my hair in the morning and that was it. Basically, I was the big tomboy in my elementary school.

Of course, I still loved being around them and talking to them. They were my friends. Even though I liked doing traditionally masculine things, I got along with girls a lot better because I thought they were funnier and way nicer.

However, there were instances in elementary school where I went through periods of trying out feminine stuff again. I wore a skirt and leggings very rarely and but it felt extremely awkward. People even made comments about my outfits. One specific memory I have of one of these comments was probably around 3rd or 4th grade. I wore a dress on a special occasion, maybe picture day. One of my friends in an older grade saw me in this dress in the hallway and asked me why I was wearing a dress because it was so out of character for me. This was one of the nicer interactions during these spurts of femininity.

During the summer before 5th grade, I got a drastic haircut. One side of my head was shaved, and the other side was about chin length. At the time, this was just something I randomly felt like doing. I didn't have any gender stuff in mind, because I didn't know anything about that yet. I felt like changing things up, so I did. People loved it (or so they said).

Middle School

In middle school, I was pretty much the same as before in terms of expression. I still had my half-shave (although the longer side had begun to grow out a lot more) and wore masculine clothing. A lot of sweatpants, khakis, and hoodies. At this point, I was rejecting femininity so hard that I "hated" the color pink. I was completely out of touch with my feminine side.

Although I was a little bit different than a lot of the other girls, I made friends pretty easily within my first week of 6th grade. I still mostly had friendships with girls and I found most guys insufferable to be around and talk to (lol). These girls were, again, rather feminine and paid a lot of attention to their outfits, hair, and nails. Again, I didn't pay much attention to any of this in myself. My friends never made comments about it because it was so normal to them. However, this is when I really started pondering gender. I knew about transgender people, so I really thought about it. I ended up coming out to my friends as transgender and a boy. But within a couple weeks, I realized that I didn't really feel that much like a boy. It didn't make me comfortable.

I had many moments like this from 6th to 8th grade, wondering if I was a girl or a boy. Those were the only things I knew people could be, so I didn't think of any other option. It didn't really start to change until around 8th grade.

My 8th grade year was weird. First things first, I ended up getting a new haircut because my half-shave was getting boring and I stopped liking it. My hair got cut really short, like a guy's. This is when I realized I was having a lot of body issues. I hated my chest, and it made wearing masculine clothes a real struggle because it never looked how I wished it did. Then, Covid hit. After schools got shut down in March, we started doing online school. I started being on social media a lot more because everything got shut down and there was basically nothing else to do at home (in my mind as a 13 year old). I started learning so much more about gender and sexuality through the internet. I made a bunch of online friends and I started seeing more people's experiences and stories. I learned what "gender non-conforming" and "nonbinary" and "personal pronouns" were. At first though, I still didn't feel like I identified with any of that. I finished 8th grade year still identifying as a girl. Over the summer, I got a binder to help with my dysphoria.

High School

In 9th grade, we went back to school, but only for half the week. Half of the week was in person, half was online. I still had a lot of time at home to ponder my gender. I ended up trying out being a boy again, but I only did this with my close online friends. I didn't "come out" but rather told them I was experimenting. I went by Evan and he/she pronouns for a while. I didn't really like they/them pronouns at the time. In school though, I was still a girl with a feminine name. After a few months of this online experimenting, I realized it didn't make me as comfortable as I thought it might. Instead, I started introducing myself to people with a shortening of my birthname and went by any pronouns. By the end of 9th grade, I was still kind of confused.

Over the summer and into my sophomore year, I really started identifying with nonbinary. I had feminine traits and masculine traits. I stopped pushing away femininity so much in my actions and interests, but I still dressed masculine and had short hair. Although I did start growing it out just a bit. In school, I would introduce myself in classes with the shortening of my name. I started telling people that I went by they/them and I was nonbinary. This was the year that I also came out to my parents in terms of gender. My mom had been having suspicions. When it was time for her to fill out forms for the information on my driver's permit, she asked me whether I wanted an F, M, or X on it as my sex. I told me I wanted the X, and that was it. She didn't question anything or say anything, just wrote it down. She told my dad (which I have no qualms about), and he never questioned it either.

Now, in junior year, I have never embraced myself so much. My parents call me by the shortening of my name, as well as everyone else. People refer to me as they/them. It took my parents a while to get used to, and they still make mistakes, but they always put in effort. Sometimes they forget and say the wrong thing, sometimes they correct themselves, sometimes they get it right the first time. I'm okay with all of that because I know they're trying. I also feel this way about anyone else that makes errors or doesn't understand. I'm always willing to explain what "nonbinary" means and how to use they/them pronouns for someone. I've grown out my hair a bunch, to the point where it's a subtle mullet/shaggy type of vibe. I still bind and wear mostly masculine clothing, but I throw in feminine flair to make it more androgynous (like painted nails, a turtleneck, earrings). I'm much more in touch with all sides of myself and I don't suppress anything in terms of expression. I am unapologetically myself, and I'm so happy with my appearance and who I've become.

Final Thoughts

If you're struggling with your gender identity, there is no shame in experimenting. Have someone you trust try out different pronouns and names on you. Feel it out. It could take a long time, but you will figure it out and find something that makes you comfortable. You might find certain things affirming at some points, and then they could start to make you uncomfortable again. That's okay. But you will find who you are. You won't be confused forever.

If you're young and thinking of coming out but are scared, I understand completely. My situation was very fortunate, but not everyone's is. If your parents have expressed hatred towards transgender people and you think they would be physically harmful to you or would kick you out if you came out, don't do it. It sucks, but your physical safety comes first. If your parents have never really discussed the LGBTQ+ community and you're unsure of how they would react, feel it out. Don't let the focus be on you. Tell them over dinner that someone at school came out as transgender that you didn't expect (don't give a name of anyone you actually know) and see how they navigate that. If it feels unsafe, don't do it. If they seem to be relatively okay with it, come out when you're ready. Even if they aren't fully accepting at first, they will most likely come around eventually, knowing that you're their child and they love you. Above all else though, do it when you're ready. Don't feel like you have to absolutely force yourself when you're not prepared for it.

You are loved, you are strong, you are worthy.

[insomniacitizen]

Ahhh I wish I had a PC that I could get FFXV on and mod this tee on him, he looks so good, though without the tshirt would also be nice ( ‾ʖ̫‾)

You can get it here on my redbubble!

[rphelperblog]

Made in the A.M. Album RP Meme

“You know I am always gonna look for your face.”

“We made a fire and went down in the flames.”

“Point of no return and now it’s too late to turn around.”

“We built it up so high, and now i’m falling and it’s a long way down.”

“We could be the greatest team that the world has ever seen.”

“We had it all who could’ve planned it.”

“I try to forgive you, but I am struggling because I don’t know how.”

“Keep getting the feeling that you are going to leave this all behind.”

“No, they don’t teach you this. Now, my heart is breaking and I don’t know what to do.”

“Lips so good that I forget my name.”

“If I could fly, I’d be coming right back home to you.”

“i think I might give up everything just ask me too.”

“Pay attention, I hope that you listen, because I let my guard down.”

“For your eyes only, I show you my heart.”

“I’ve got scars even though they can’t always be seen and pain gets hard.”

“In the middle of the night when the wolves come out headed straight for your heart like a bullet in the dark. One by one, I gotta take them down while you run and hide. Ain’t going out without a fight.”

“I wanna lend you my coat. One that is soft as your cheek so when the world get’s cold you will have a hiding place that you can go.”

“I don’t need my love. You can take it.”

“It ain’t up for debating. Ain’t enough for the taking. We got the whole world shaking.”

“And my heart keeps fighting in this battle of fools.”

“your beauty could start a war as you walk through the door.”

“In her eyes there is no lies, there’s no question that she is not in disguise.”

“What a feeling to be right here beside you now holding you in my arms.”

“But you have got stars, they are in your eyes.”

“You and me got a whole lot of history.”

“We could be the greatest team that the world has ever seen.”

“I got a river for a soul and, baby, you are a boat.”

“If i didn’t have you, I would never see the sun.”

“All my life, you stood by me when no one else was ever behind me.”

“You’re the one that i want at the end of the day.”

“this isn’t the stain of red wine, I’m bleeding love.”

“I have been idolizing the light in your eyes.”

“Time is irrevalent when I haven’t been seeing you.”

“It’s like I’m frozen, but the world still turns.”

“Now i’m one step closer to being two steps away from you when everyone wants you.”

“How many nights have you wished someone would stay? Lie awake hoping they’re okay. I never counted all of mine. If I try, it would feel like infirty.”

“How many nights does it take to count the stars? That’s the time it would take to fix my heart.”

“I don’t need my heart. You can break it.”

“too much is never enough.”

“I want to write you a song. One as beautiful as you are sweet.”

“It’s impossible to know if after this we can still be friends.”

“The way you look I know you aren’t here to apologize.”

“Why are you wearing that to walk out of my life?”

“Baby, let me love you goodbye.”

“My heart is already breaking, baby, so come and twist that knife.”

“If tomorrow you aren’t mine. why don’t you give it to me one last time?”

“You look like the kind of girl who is tired of speaking.”

“All I can imagine is you waking up in my tshirt.”

“You can call me if your lonely, I’ll be your temporary fix.”

“let me be your good night.”

“Your body is saying everything. I don’t have to read your mind.”

“I’ve got fire for a heart. i’m not scared of the dark. You’ve never seen it look so easy.”

“With your love, nobody can drag me down.”

“If your lost, just look for me in the summer region of the stars.”

“I told her that I loved her,but I don’t know if she heard.”

“I said your on fire, babe, and down came the lightening on me.”

“All I know at the end of the day  is you love who you love and there ain’t any other way.”

“If you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms and having secret little rendezvous, then, baby, I am perfect for you.”

“If you like to do things that you know that we shouldn’t do, then I’m perfect for you.”

“Baby, your perfect, so let’s start right now.”

“Cause the truth is out that without you here, life is just a lie.”

“We could be the greatest team that the world has ever seen.”

“So let it go. We can make some more. We can live forever.”

“Feels like this could be forever right now. Don’t wanna sleep cause we are dreamin out loud.”

“you know i’m always coming back to this place.”

“You’re the one that I want at the end of the day.”

“The priest thinks it’s the devil. My mom thinks it’s the flu, but, girl, it’s only you.”

“When the sun goes down, I know that you and me and everything will be  alright.”

“What a feeling to be a king beside you, somehow.”

“I might not be your knight in shining armor.”

“When I first saw you from across the room, I could tell that you were curious.”

“We’re just swimming around in our glasses and talking out of asses.”

“You and me were raised in the same town. Got these scars on the same ground.”

“Won’t you stay tell the A.M. All my favorite conversations are always made in the A.M.”

“built a cathedral, but we never prayed.”

[violetnotez]

HC: Seeing Them Shirtless for the First Time | JJK

Should I be getting ready for work? Yes, yes I should be 💀

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Music Genre: Rock | JJK

Characters: Gojo, Itadori, Megumi 

Warnings: cursing, suggestive content

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The first time you saw Gojo shirtless was during your first time being intimate with him.

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Gojo was just-perfect. You honestly couldn’t describe him any other way...yeah, he could sometimes be a pain in your ass with his boyish antics, but that somehow adds to that special charm he possesses. Even now, with his hands pinning yours above your head, lips molding into yours in a lustful heat, he was smiling as if he was having the time of his life. Gojo moved down from your lips, finally allowing you a second to breathe, instantly finding a spot on your neck, sucking and licking the skin as if his life depended on it. The sensation was overriding your system, your throat desperately trying to release a groan from the overwhelming sensation, intense heat traveling through your core. You felt him find the spot you were most sensitive in, that held back groan finally being stolen from your swollen lips. Embarrassment burst into your stomach, your knuckles tightening as you shifted to to the side, desperately trying to hide your face from making such a lewd reaction.

You felt Gojo chuckle against your skin, the vibration sending a shock wave throughout your spine and limbs. “Ah, Cmon doll, don’t be so shy,” he cooed, a devilish smirk encasing his features, “I like it when you make those little sounds for me.........and only me, right?” It was a taunt, a trap, and he knew it-if Gojo Satoru was anything, he was always confident in his abilities. And his ability to completely be able to control you, to keep you by his side, was no exception. Any other day, when you were thinking clearly you would Probabaly retort back with a back handed quip that would make him chuckle. But right now, with your head buzzing with adrenaline and only the thought of the way his skin felt against yours, his kisses burning into your flesh and the pulsating heat in your core...you just wanted him.

“Only you,” you whispered, voice wavering with nerves and adrenaline as your digits found the edge of his shirt, craving for more of his skin against yours. Gojo chuckled again, the sound warm and rich like molasses. Yet, his hand since again were on top of yours, now halting you in your pursuit of undressing him. “You really wanna do this doll? I’m not against it, not at all, but you dont have to-“

“I want to,” you interjected, face flushed with desperation, eyes wide with lust, “I want to so badly Gojo...I want you.” Gojo’s chest tightened at the words, a feral need exploding in his chest-god, the times he dreamed of this day and it’s finally happening...you were just too adorable, your hair tosseled from the heated make out sessions, lips puffy and skin so warm, your eyes practically begging him to devour you. How could he deny you that luxury, especially since you wanted it so much? He leaned in to your lips, digits tracing your skin in designs only he could imagine. He pulled away, mere centimeters from your skin. “You sure little one?” He asked again, using the nickname he gave you that always made you roll your eyes with a smile. It did just the trick, making you giggle at the name as you looked to the side-“I’ve always been ready, ya know.”

“Oh really?” He teased, that delicious smirk gracing his features. He leaned away from you, sitting up in the bed. “Well, I’m not too sure about that....” His digits wrapped around the hem of his shirt near his neck, pulling the fabric over his head and tossing it to the corner of his room. Gojo shook his hair out slightly, making the tendrils look even more chaotic than before. You felt your chest tighten by the sight of Gojo shirtless....you had imagined many times before, but seeing the real thing was way different, and way better. Gojo was built as perfectly as his personality, each muscle taught and visible in his abdomen and arms, the veins in his hand even more noticeable in the lighting. You gulped, staring at the way his sweatpants accentuated the dips of his hips, following down to the waist band of his boxers peaking out from his sweats.

Gojo noticed every gesture you made, loving how you drank in his form as he hovered over you. “Why don’t you take a picture-itll last longer,” he said as he leaned into your ear, earning a playful eye roll form you. He chuckled at your reaction, leaning back into your body, hands trailing the side of your waist. “Well if you’re not gonna take a picture....I don’t think it’s very fair that I’m the only one shirtless here....” your felt his digits find the hem of your shirt, teasingly tracing your skin under from underneath..

“So how about we change that, hm?”

The first time you saw Itadori shirtless it was by pure chance- He just cant seem to remember to bring a spare tshirt into the bathroom when he showers.

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Yuuji cant seem to understand why your so flustered- he is so adorable and innocently oblivious its almost painful. Especially when he comes out of the bathroom from a shower, cotton candy pink hair still dripping with water droplets, slick adomen in full view, the “V” of his hip bones partially exposed from the band of his sweatpants. You just wanted to have a chill movie night with your boyfriend-but how can you think about choosing between a horror or a comedy when you have that in front of you? You gulp down a ball of saliva as Itadori casually talked about the different options of films, rummaging through his drawers for a clean shirt as if this was all a normal event-which it was not. Your eyes were glued onto him, drinking in every deifned dip and curve and trying to hold yourself back from thinking about...other ways this cozy date could end up....

But Yuuji knows you like the back of his hand....he knows when something is wrong with you, and you most deinfitely are not your self right now. He instantly begins to ask you questions, voice softly laced with worry. You reassure him your fine, really, but Itadori knows you way too well. He gently raises your chin with his pointer and middle finger, forcing you to look into his eyes. Your breathe gets hitched in your throat, brain suddenly and unbelievebaly clouded from being so so close to him, now knowing that the boyfriend you love so dearly looks like a damn god under his clothing making your heart ram against your chest. His voice was comforting and warm, eyes scanning your face for any sign of sadness or even maybe sickness. 

“Whats on your mind?” he asks gently, trying to coax a response out of you so he can put his worries at ease....until he hears the words “your abs”, blurt out of your mouth at warp speed, your tone dazed and then immediately embarrassed, horror on your face for saying soemthing so honest. He blinks a few times, clearly not expecting that to come from you....but he would be lying if he didnt say he enjoyed it once it set in. A warm chuckle tumbles out of Itadori, that bright boyish grin plastered on his face. He really didnt mean to make you so flustered,..but he’s not complaining

The first time you saw Megumi shirtless was by force-he just hates being taken care of when he’s hurt.

Crimson red clumped against Megumi’s face, sticky and smeared glimpses of his pale skin glowing under the moonlight. His hair was matted down to his face from the slashes oozing out of his head, suit was slashed to bits, his ribs were killing him, and he had a limp on his left leg...but he was fine-honestly. Or that’s what he was trying to tell you...but you wouldn’t listen to a single second of the bull crap he was trying feed you. He was conflicted with emotions-on one hand, it almost annoyed him how utterly selfless you could be for him. It was 1am, the moon on its highest peak in the sky, and you were willing to play nurse for him....but on the other, it warmed him up inside that you did care so much. If he would allow himself to dwell on that emotion, he would admit-that it was .... nice....to have someone take care of him for once. He was used to bandaging each wound on his own, cleaning and disinfecting the soon to be battle scars, hissing to the walls at the pain it caused him. But with you there, you were soft, so gentle with him. Your touch was like a second adrenaline rush for him-you had yourself cradled in his lap, the skin of your thighs barely crazing his tattered uniform. Hands gently positioning his hair, pushing the wispy jet black strands away from the wounds.

“I can do this on my own,” he retorted quietly, his voice a few octaves lower from fatigue. “I bet you could..” you completely ignored him, continuing to busy yourself with closing a scrape on his skin with butterfly bandages. “-but why would I let you?” Megumi felt his breath hitch, taking a sharp breath in....any type of annoyance he felt with you being so god damn persistent instantly left his body, the only thing he can focus on was how much he loved your selfless nature-even if it could be annoying at times. But the instant he took in that deep breath, he felt a deep, guttural pain in his side, making him groan before he could stop it from spilling out of his mouth. That soft gaze you had turned to worry, your hands wrapping around his face, thumbs running smooth circles on his pale skin. “Your hurt....we’re going to need to-“

“N-no, I-“Megumi stuttered out, obviously flustered by the prospect of you seeing him so bare. “I-I’m fine. I can do this on my-“ his voice was stern and cold, yet the wavering tone made any attempt of sounding firm go invalid. You gave him a small smile, your fingers still running circles against his skin, making him look at you with nervous eyes. “Megumi, you are not fine,” you stated calmly, with eyes that simply said the opposite-you were genuinely worried for him. “please...you could have broken a rib, or done soemthing to cause a lot of damage...please, Megumi, I don’t want you to be in pain anymore.” You were asking him, pleading with him, and it broke Megumi in his core-he just couldn’t stand to see you look that scared for him of all people. Megumi sighed, eyes drifting down to the floor in hopes you couldn’t see his embarrassment as he gave in to you.

You helped Megumi shuffle out of his uniform, opting to cut it with some scissors halfway (as it was tattered to shreds already). Both of you were quite nervous...in your relationship, you had never down anything that would warrant for you to see each other’s body’s. So you being able to see him without a shirt felt like a huge step, even if it wasn’t such a big deal to an outsider. Once the fabric was finally off, you both sat in silence, your minds reeling. You knew Megumi was fit, but seeing exactly how much that work paid off brought heat flooding your body, your eyes focused on the way his breath contracted and relaxed his muscles, the moonlight catching the divots of his lower abdomen deliciously. Pale white Scars littered his skin from training, making his body even more mysterious to look at. Each scar was a story, some sort of battle, a lesson he had to learn...you wanted to learn about each and every one. Your hand felt drawn to them, digits slowly checking for signs of bruising, purposefully tracing those scars in order to burn them to memory. Fushigori was practically panicking, desperately trying to keep his heartrate lowered, the cool night air biting at his heated skin as your digits traced against his sides. You were only trying to detect the spots that could be damaged on his abdomen...but damn was it firing something inside him. He was feeling more comfortable like this, just relishing the feeling of your skin on his.

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Day 64: Shower

There were a lot of benefits to living in a muggle flat in London.

Draco never had to worry about being recognized, it was delightfully noisy (always an added bonus when you woke up from a nightmare, it was very grounding), and one of his neighbors was always leaving him baked goods just outside his door.

But there were definite downsides as well. Mostly that when things broke (which pretty much seemed to be always) he couldn't use magic to fix it and had to wait for the muggle repair man.

"You're sure you can't get here any sooner than Friday to fix the shower?" he asked the maintenance man over the muggle mobile he'd purchased shortly before moving in.

"I'll get there as soon as I can but it's Friday at the earliest," the man replied, "right now I have a busted toilet, a broken garbage disposal, a kitchen light repair, a cabinet door replacement, a window that won't open, a door knob that the lock sticks on, and an ac unit that is pumping in hot air."

Draco resisted the urge to tell him to hire some help and sighed, "Right. Thank you."

The man grunted in response and hung up.

After a moment of contemplating his options, he gathered up his bath supplies and marched down the hall. When he'd moved in a girl named Amelia had told him if he ever needed anything just to come knock on her door. She'd said that she and her boyfriend would be happy to help, and she had even mentioned a shower breaking specifically.

Steeling himself he knocked, "Amelia?" he called. "It's Thomas from 116," he added, he'd almost gotten used to calling himself that. "I'm so sorry to bother you, but my shower is broken and-"

"Just a minute!" a distinctly male voice called back.

And he waited, feeling more embarrassed since couldn't recall having ever met Amelia's boyfriend. He hoped that he wouldn't think that Draco was a creep.

"Sorry," the man called, and Draco heard the locks being slid from their places, "Amelia and I broke up but I'd be glad to help wi-"

The door opened and Draco felt the bottom of his stomach drop out. "Potter?" he spluttered

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"Draco Malfoy, what the actual fuck?"

"What are you doing here?" Draco hissed.

Potter drew back like Draco had slapped him, "What am I doing here? What are you doing here?"

Before Draco could respond, Delores from the room between their rooms emerged and Potter grabbed him by the front of his tshirt and dragged him inside of his flat.

Draco barely had a moment to notice that his flat was surprisingly cozy before Potter was standing in front of him once more, arms crossed over his chest. "What are you doing here?"

"I live here!" Draco exclaimed. "I've lived here for six months!"

"Well I have lived here for almost a year!" Potter replied. "How did you find this place?"

"Do you know how hard it is to find a flat to rent in London?" Draco asked.

Potter paused, "Actually, yes," he replied. "And this place is enough of a shit-hole that there is a rotating tenant-base."

"Where's Amelia?"

Potter's brow furrowed, "How do you know Amelia?"

"I don't," he said with a shrug, "I met her when I was moving in and she told me if my shower ever broke I should just come knock on her door."

Potter sighed, "Damn."

"What?" Draco asked, feeling like he'd missed something.

"Oh nothing," Potter said, waving him off, "I'd just really been hoping that the guy I caught her cheating on me with was the only one."

Draco spluttered, "I was not romantically involved with your girlfriend."

"No," Potter replied, "No, I know. Just we worked opposite shifts so she was home in the day and I was home at night, and," he shrugged, "Well, you know how it goes."

Draco pinched his arm, he must be dreaming.

Potter turned and wandered toward his kitchen and Draco couldn't help but wonder if he was meant to follow him. "Tea?" Potter called over his shoulder.

And really, Draco had just meant to beg to use the shower but that little part of him that desperately loved gossip decided tea was a better plan. "Please."

The other man sent a smile at him over his shoulder, dimple popping up and Merlin, when had Potter gotten this attractive?

"So," he said as he put the kettle on, "What do you do?"

"I'm going to a muggle university, actually," Draco replied as he found a seat on a stool at the island, "studying to be a solicitor."

"Huh," Potter said, pushing his glasses up higher on his nose, "That suits you."

"I don't know what that's supposed to mean," he said, brow furrowed.

"Oh, nothing," Potter assured, "Just you're clever, good at arguing, and good at finding loop holes, I imagine."

At the earnest look on Potter's face, he decided not to take offense. "What is it that you do?"

Potter smiled at him, "I work at an animal shelter."

Draco blinked, he'd never expected that answer.

"I know," Potter laughed, "It's not what anyone expected but it makes me happy and it feels like good work."

The kettle whistled and Potter turned around to fetch down a couple of mugs and make them tea. "How long have you been living out of the wizarding world?"

"A little over a year," he replied. "It was just too difficult," Draco said, "I was mobbed everywhere I went, sent death threats," he added, "Not that I don't deserve them-"

"You don't," Potter said sharply, spinning around to face him. "Godric, Draco, you were just a kid. We all were."

He swallowed and looked down at the island, "Be that as it may," he said carefully, "I think it's easier for people." He made a vague gesture, "Not to have to see me."

"The pressure in the wizarding community is unreal," Potter said, setting a cup of tea along with the sugar bowl in front of Draco before he made his way to his refrigerator, "You still don't take cream, do you?"

"No," he replied with a little smile, pleased that he wasn't the only one to still remember oddities about the other.

"Why don't we go into the living room?" he suggested. "My furniture in there is much more comfortable."

Draco followed along behind him and settled onto what appeared to be the least squishy piece of furniture, a beige chair. Potter seemed to have no such qualms and sunk into a cozy rocking chair. Draco cleared his throat, "You've been gone for how long now?" he asked.

"Almost two and a half years," Potter replied before taking a sip of tea.

"Do you miss it?" Draco asked.

Shrugging one shoulder he answered, "Sometimes. I still go to the Weasley's most Sundays and I go for birthday parties and holidays. It's enough." He took another sip of tea, his eyes glued to Draco in that piercing way of his and it felt like it had been ages since someone had actually seen him. "What about you? Do you miss it?"

"At the beginning," he confessed, "But less now."

Potter hummed, seemingly waiting for Draco to continue

"Did you go to-"

Potter waved him off, "My life is exceptionally boring, I assure you. Tell me about you," he said. "Tell me about school, about what you want to do with your degree, tell me about acclimating to Muggle life," he chuckled, "tell me everything."

And so Draco did. He talked about his classes, talked about how difficult certain parts of living like a muggle were, talked about doing work with children, talked about doing a double major in law and in psychology. Draco talked, and talked, and talked while Harry listened; and he realized it had been a really long time since someone had done this with him.

He was in the middle of a story about how he hadn't understood how pens worked when Harry's mobile rang. With a wince he pulled it out of his pocket, "Sorry," he said, silencing it only for it to start ringing again a minute later. He huffed, "Sorry," he repeated. "It's Hermione and Ron. They'll just keep calling if I don't answer, give me just a minute."

"Of course," he said.

Harry gave him a little smile, "I'll get some more tea," he added before picking up.

Over the tiny little speaker Draco could hear cheering and hollering before a rousing chorus of Happy Birthday was sung and Draco felt the blood drain from his face. He pulled out his own mobile and clicked the wake button. July 31

He felt like such an arse, here he was blabbering away at the other man when Potter probably had a million things he'd rather be doing.

"Thank you," Potter said over the phone from the kitchen. "I'm a bit busy just now," he broke off to listen to some chatter. "Yes. I'll be by on Sunday to celebrate." Another pause, "Yes. Love you all, too. Kisses to Rosie and Teddy."

When he returned he said, "Sorry, you were saying about the pens?"

"I feel like an absolute clot," Draco said.

"What? Why?"

"It's your birthday!" he exclaimed, "and here I've sat for the past two hours talking your ear off about..." he trailed off, "Complete nonsense!"

"Oh, it's fine," he said, waving Draco off, "This is way better than the way I was planning to spend my birthday."

"Oh? Why don't I believe you?" he asked.

"No really," Potter said earnestly. "I was just going to go for a walk and then hang out around the house."

"But why? Don't your friends want to see you?"

"Oh, the Weasleys are away. They went on a trip to Spain; when they made the plans, I'd planned to be on a beach in the Galapagos with Amelia."

"I'm taking you to dinner," he said firmly.

"I couldn't impo-"

"I insist," he interrupted. "I'm not taking no for an answer."

"Well if you insist," Harry said with a laugh.

"Good. I'm going to use your shower and then go get dressed and we're leaving in twenty minutes."

He chuckled, "It's a date."

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And it really had felt like a date, Draco reflected as they strolled back toward their apartment building after a long dinner with multiple courses and dessert.

"Thank you, by the way," Harry said, his shoulder bumping lightly into Draco's when they were just outside of their building.

"Don't mention it," he replied. "It's the least I could do."

Harry stopped and looked over at him, so Draco stopped next to him, "It's not, though," he said. "You didn't have to do any of this."

"I wanted to," he huffed.

He started to lean in closer, "Tell me if I'm reading this wrong," he whispered.

"What?"

"This," he murmured before his fingers cupped Draco's cheek and his lips pressed, soft and dry, against Draco's lips.

Harry drew back, "Alright?" he whispered.

Draco's fingers clenched in the front of Harry's shirt and he tugged him back in, slotting their lips together once more. The fingers on Harry's right hand slid through Draco's hair and his other slipped around Draco's back, drawing their bodies flush against one another as Harry's tongue brushed over Draco's bottom lip.

They stood on the sidewalk and kissed for a long moment before Harry pulled back and murmured, "Come home with me?"

"Are you sure?" Draco asked, brow furrowing.

"Never been more sure of anything in my life," he replied, pecking Draco's lips again.

He couldn't help but smile as he nodded his consent and Harry grabbed his hand and dragged him inside and straight to his bedroom.

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Later, when they were still lying in bed talking about whatever nonsense came into the heads, Harry said, "Draco?"

"Mmmh?"

"This was probably the best birthday I've ever had."

He rolled onto his side so he could see Harry's face illuminated by the moonlight. Harry reached up and brushed his forefinger over Draco's cheekbone and Draco responded, "You've not had many good birthdays, then, have you?"

Harry laughed, "I've had some good birthdays."

"Next year," Draco said before he could think through what he was about to say, "Next year I will give you the best birthday you've ever had."

"Oh?" Harry said, grinning widely at him.

At the sweet, innocent look on Harry's face, he let himself dream, let himself imagine what life could turn out like. He nodded, "I'll wake you up with lazy morning sex, you seem like the type to really enjoy that."

"I am," Harry affirmed, his dimples showing.

Draco leaned in and pressed a kiss to the nearest dimple and said, "Then, I'll take you to Paris for breakfast."

"Ooh, Paris?"

He nodded, "I'll get you strawberry crepes with mounds of whipped cream."

"Sounds delicious," Harry said.

"Then I'll take you to a beach somewhere, Bora Bora maybe," he added, enthralled by the pleased crinkle around Potter's eyes.

He hummed, "I've never been to Bora Bora."

"No?"

Harry shook his head.

"Right, then we'll spend the whole day there, I'll sit under an umbrella all day and pretend to get annoyed when you come to kiss me and get sand and ocean water all over me."

He laughed, "As long as it's pretend."

"Then," Draco said, "I'll bring you back to a little villa that you can see the ocean through the floor and I'll cook you dinner. We'll eat together, then go swimming in the dark."

"Sounds lovely," Harry sighed.

"And then we'll come back and try out the bed that's under the stars," he said, brushing a hand over Harry's waist.

"That sounds really nice," he murmured.

"It's a date, then," Draco said.

He smiled back and echoed, "It's a date."

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And, true to his word, one year later Draco took Harry to Paris for breakfast and then to Bora Bora for the rest of the weekend. Harry proposed to Draco the very next morning.

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Day 63: Hair | Day 65: Question

[uncpanda]

Gone: Part 3

AN: Still looking at five parts hopefully! 

Warnings: Alludes to sex. 

Part 1, Part 2

You pack in a hurry, as Jo watches you. She’s in the middle of your bed, right where you can see her, and she is safe. You have to keep telling yourself this. She hasn’t asked any questions yet, but you know she has them stored up. She’s probably trying to figure things out on her own first. She’s so much like Bruce it makes your heart hurt sometimes. 

“Are we coming back. . . eventually?” 

You’re honest, “I don’t know.” 

“But someone’s after us?” 

You shove the suitcase closed, “Yes.” 

“We’re going to dad, aren’t we?” 

You suck in a breath, “Probably. I’m not a hundred percent sure. Alfred has a plan. He always has a plan. I’m just. . . not sure what it is.” 

You haul the suitcase off the bed and down the hall, with Jo right on your heels. It contains everything important, plus a few pairs of clothes. You steer your daughter down the hall. She gets more than one bag; one for clothes and necessities, and one for the stuffed animals that can NOT be left behind, a blanket she’s had since she was a baby, and a few of her favorite pictures . . . including the one picture of Bruce you had brought with you.

You jump a bit when the knock on the door comes, and you put Jo in a hiding place until you’re sure it’s just Alfred. You peer through the peep and sag with relief before throwing the door open and wrapping the man in a hug. He looks older now, a few more wrinkles lining his face. You choose to blame Bruce for those. 

“It is very good to see you Mrs. Wayne.” 

You squeeze him one more time, “You too Alfred.” 

“And where is Miss. Josephine?” 

“Jo, baby, come on out.” 

Ever fearless, she pops out of the closet with a smile on her face, and immediately sticks out her hand and introduces herself, “Hi, I’m Jo. It’s nice to meet you.” 

“A pleasure to meet you Ms. Jo.” he shakes her hand and then looks at you, “I’m afraid that’s all the time we have for pleasantries. You have pictures of the flowers, and you have the actual card?” You nod. “Then we need to go. Now.” 

The drive and (private) plane ride are all too short for your liking. Jo, on the other hand, bounces in her seat the entire way. The sight of Gotham makes you nauseous, and by the time you’re in front of the mansion, you feel like turning tail and running.

You breathe out the question, “Does he know?” 

“No. He arrived home from an assignment about an hour after I left. I left a note saying I had to go help a friend. I thought it would be better this way. If you’d like I could. . .” 

“No. . . I’ll go.” 

“Very well, I’ll get Ms. Jo settled in, and perhaps a cookie or two. I imagine he’s in the blue room. He moved out of the master bedroom the day after you did.” 

There’s not an ounce of fear on Jo’s face. She had talked Alfred’s ear off the entire journey, and Alfred had been more than a little in awe with her. 

The first step into the mansion sends chills down your spine. You break off from Alfred and Jo at the top of the stairs. You pause by what used to be your room and then continue down. The blue room had been named by you and Bruce after reading about rooms at the white house being named for colors. 

You knock once, and his voice comes a second later, “It’s open Alfred.” 

The sound of it sends a jolt of fear through your spine before you steel yourself and grip the knob, and turn. You step in, and close is silently behind you, as he pulls on a tshirt, “Before you ask, we’re all fine Alfred. A few bumps and bruises, but I’m the worst off. I might have a cracked rib, nothing I haven’t dealt with before.” 

“I’ll say. You had your first cracked rib back in high school, when you went against Liam Blake and his friends for touching my ass.” 

There’s a sharp intake of breath before he turns to face you, his face is one of shock and a little bit of awe, “Y/N?” 

“Hi Bruce.” There’s a second of silence and then you’re rambling, “I’m sorry. I know you probably never expected to see me again, especially after I took off like that, and I wouldn’t have come back, I know you have a different life now, but I’m in trouble, and so is Jo and . . .” 

You don’t get another word out before his lips are on yours, and his arms have you caged against his body. It’s as natural as breathing the way your arms wrap around his shoulders and your lips move against his.

When he pulls back, his hands move to cup your face, and his thumbs brush away the tears you didn’t realize were falling. You bring your hands back to grip his wrists, for a second you think about removing his hands, but you decide against it. His hands are warm and you’ve been cold for a long time. There’s a small smile on his face, and you take a deep breath, “You always did know how to make me shut up.” 

“I’ve never, once, wanted you to shut up. Talk all you want, as long as you’re home I don’t care.” 

“Bruce . . .” 

“Where have you been Y/N? I came back from patrol and you were gone? What about the baby? I just . . .” He pulls you in for another bruising kiss. 

You close your eyes, and then tug at his hands. He releases your face only to lace your fingers together, “It was too much Bruce. That fight . . .that everything. I felt . . .very alone, and I didn’t see it changing. . . so I chose myself and I chose our baby.” 

Part of you expects him to yell instead there’s a sadness to his face, and when he moves to pull away you don’t let him. “What happened Bruce? I expected anger. I expected indifference. I didn’t expect. . .” 

“Love? I never stopped loving you Y/N, and something tells me you never stopped loving me. At least that’s what the kiss said.”

“Always the detective.” 

“We’re soulmates. I don’t even believe in that shit, and I know that. No one else would have done. I searched for you, for over a year. Checked hospitals for my name on a birth certificate. Nothing. I always suspected that Alfred. . .” He pulls away and this time you let him go. 

He moves to the bed, and you follow him, and settle down next to him, “No comment.” 

He lets out a chuff, “At the very least I knew you were safe, that the baby was safe.” He rubs at his jaw as his mouth opens and closes several times. 

You answer the unasked question, “She’s a girl. Her name is Josephine, everyone calls her Jo.” 

A smile plays on his lips, “From Little Women. Our mothers took turns reading that to us.” 

“I thought you would appreciate it.” 

“And she . . .?” 

“Is so much like you, some days it hurt. She’s brilliant, she’s skipped two grades, and she barely needs any sleep. She loves to draw, and she’s really good at it.” 

He takes your hand again, “She sounds perfect.” 

“I agree, but I’m biased.” 

“Probably good I wasn’t around then . . . I would have screwed her up.” 

You glare at him, and he takes it, “This isn’t self doubt Y/N, it isn’t like when you left. I’ve. . . adopted kids.” 

You freeze, “What?” You hadn’t kept up with Bruce’s life, it had been too painful, and you had missed him so much. 

“Three kids. Dick . . .I went to the circus a few months after you left. . .” 

You remember, “You bought the tickets for a date, we kept them on the fridge.” 

He smiles, “Dick and his parents were the trapeze act. A local mob boss wanted Mr. Grayson to launder money for the mob, he said no, and Dick’s parents paid the price. Died right in front of him. He had no one else. I took him in, and trained him. He’s eighteen now, wants to be a cop, and lives in Bludhaven. We’re still on good terms, but he needed to branch out on his own. ” 

“Which you’re against.” 

He shrugs, “Next came Jason. Found him in an ally taking the wheels off the batmobile. I trained him too. Joker killed him. I got him killed, a magic pit brought him back. . . . he’s struggling. And Tim who is thirteen, is new. He figured it all out, and came to me demanding to be robin. I’m giving him a shot.” 

“You let children fight crime?” The sentence is laden with judgement. 

“Yep. Like I said, I would have just screwed our kid up.” 

You smack his chest lightly, “No you wouldn’t have. I would have stepped in. I would have laid down ground rules.” 

“Because I always followed your rules?” 

“Only when you actually wanted to be able to touch me.” You stand up, and you turn to study him. His nose is slightly crooked, you imagine due to a break at some point, you can see bruises covering him, and you can see the self loathing. You stop yourself before you can place blame on your shoulders.

It’s easy to say you could have stopped this, that you could have talked sense into him about letting the kids fight crime. But you don’t know it for a fact. You had both been so young, and while you had always known what the other was thinking you had both been bad about communicating your needs in the relationship. But you were ten years older now, thirty two instead of twenty two. And while you had no more relationship experience now than you did then, you were better at expressing your wants. 

“I want you to meet her Bruce.”

His head snaps up, “What?” 

“Jo. I want you to meet her. She’s downstairs, with Alfred. She knows about you, worships the ground you walk on in a way.” 

“So you didn’t tell her the truth?” 

“I told her that you weren’t ready to be a dad. That we were both young and scared. So, I went away, because we both loved her, and you didn’t want to do anything halfway. She’s smart enough to have figured everything out, but . . .” 

You shrug, and reach up to run your fingers through your hair.

“You still wear your ring.” 

You bite your lip, “Yeah. I just . . . couldn’t take it off.” 

He smiles, before bringing his fingers to a delicate chain around his neck, when he pulls it out of his shirt, his wedding ring and your engagement ring dangle from it. “I couldn’t wear it without raising questions, and I didn’t want the wrong people finding you when I couldn’t protect you, but we were still married. I couldn’t . . .” 

You shift from side to side, “Are you telling me you haven’t . . .?” 

He looks away, “I’ve been on dates but I’ve never brought anyone home or gone home with anyone. Never had any desire to. They weren’t you. I think Alfred paid them off to start spreading rumors that I did though. It got me a playboy reputation, a good cover.  If you did, though, I'd understand. . .” 

“I didn’t.” your thumb rubs against the gold band, “We’re still . . .” 

“Yeah.” 

You last six seconds before you jump him. He catches you with ease, and you decide kissing him is one of the best things in the world, and as the clothes start coming off, you can’t help but think, this is not what you had expected. Anger? Yes. Yelling? Yes. Love and tenderness? No. 

When he rolls off the top of you, you’re out of breath, but he wraps around you like a koala and presses a kiss into your shoulder, “Please don’t leave again.” 

The request is whispered right by your ear, and it breaks your heart, because you know you’re the only one who gets to see him like this. You wonder how long it’s been since he’s been able to be vulnerable with someone. 

You turn your head and kiss him, but don’t make any promises. Instead you ask, “Would you like to meet your daughter?” 

[eternally-writing]

just a dream | kth.

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: fluff, angst

Theme: dream fic

rating: PG -13

Warnings: none 

Word count: 1.1k

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Taehyung feels like he is in heaven. Your figure draped around his, soundly asleep in one of his tshirts, a soft smile painting your face (and by proxy, his) - that was all he ever wanted in life.The sound of the wind blowing outside his window complimented the sound of your soft snores (he used to tease you for them, but in all honesty he loves them). He couldn’t stop himself from running his fingers through your hair, twirling it around his fingers mindlessly. 

There was no denying how completely in love with you Taehyung is. He loved everything about you: your stunning smile that lights up an entire room, the way you always care for others, your silly dance moves, your terrible cooking skills, Taehyung loved all of it. 

“Good morning my love” said Taehyung as he kissed you on the forehead. 

As your eyes fluttered open, out came your signature smile. God, Taehyung loved that smile. You puckered your lips, your signal to Taehyung that you wanted your good morning kiss. Not even morning breath could stop the two of you from loving each other, springing into a soft flutter of kisses. 

Taehyung could’ve stayed with you in his arms forever, no desire to even move a muscle and get out of bed. But as you whined beside him about how your teeth felt yucky, he finally let you out of his hold and took his chance to scamper away to the kitchen to make some morning coffee. He’ll never forget the way you like it - Pike Place, one cream, one sugar. He was happy to use his latte foam art skills from that random barista course he took to put a heart on the top of your coffee.

“Hey Tae” you called out from the bedroom “can we just stay in bed all day?” 

“We have to take Tannie for a walk, but other than that, 100% yes baby.” 

As if on cue from hearing his name from Taehyung’s lips, Yeontan scampered into the bedroom, taking his rightful place in the middle of your bed (you and Taehyung may spoil him a little too much and let him get away with whatever he wants). He let out a small mewl to alert you both of his presence, you giving him head ruffles while you laid in bed.

When Taehyung re-entered your bedroom, coffee mugs in hand, he took a moment to admire the two loves of his life cuddled up in bed. Everything was truly perfect. After plopping dramatically back into the bed and spilling a little bit of coffee on the white sheets in the process, he was happy to spend mornings like this with you. He enjoyed the peaceful silence between you two. With the connection you two shared, you didn’t even need words to show the love you had for each other.

Soon enough, Yeontan pawing at your back door for long enough forced you both out of your beds and out the door (dressed in couple’s outfits at Taehyung’s request, of course). Taehyung felt like he was living the perfect life with his perfect little family. Your shared home was just off the edge of Taehyung’s hometown in Daegu, which gave him the chance to relive his favorite memories whenever he went on a walk. Even the weather felt perfect today - sunny with a little cloudy overcast, Taehyung’s favorite.

He couldn’t stop the smile that graced his face as he walked by his elementary school. He could still feel the way you pinched his bread-like cheeks (perfectly plump at his grandmother’s wishes) on the playground. He didn’t know it then, but you would come to be one of the most important people in his life.

Then he passed by the local ice cream shop, the site of your first kiss together and your many many late night ice cream runs. When he feels you tug on him to go into the store, how could he resist replaying those memories? A birthday cake scoop for you and a chocolate chip cookie dough scoop for him (and how could he forget some vanilla for Tannie as well). Was the order that the workers had pretty much memorized due to your frequent visits. 

“You have a beautiful family, sir.” Said the teenage worker behind the ice cream counter.

Taehyung looked back at the perfect picture of you and Tannie together, trying to take a silly selfie on your phone. 

“Yeah, I really do.”

Taehyung giggled as he photobombed your most recent selfie, giving you a cute pair of bunny ears and also planting a kiss on your cheek.

As Taehyung went to sit beside you, he reached your ice cream out to you, waiting for you to take it. Instead, the ice cream that was supposed to be in your hands was now spilt all over the ground. Panic started rising in Taehyung’s chest - why couldn’t he touch you? Why couldn’t he feel you? 

“Y/N, can you hear me? Please- Please, baby, come back to me” 

You started fading away right in front of his eyes. It was like there was an invisible wall between the two of you, stopping Taehyung from reaching you. He watched the necklace he gave you disappear off you, then the rest of your following suit.

“Don’t go baby. No, I can’t - I can’t do this without you.”

All of a sudden, Taehyung sat up in his bed, gasping. His fingers desperately grasped the empty sheets as he tried to find your body beside him. Instead, the bed was cold beside him, your imprint not even found in the sheets. 

The truth was that you’d been gone a long time, months now, actually. And it was all just a dream.

He missed you, he missed you so much. He could barely remember how you’d even broken up and ended up moving half the world away from him. His subconscious was even trying to reunite you in his dreams to try and numb his pain. He couldn’t help but imagine what you were up to now - did you dream of him too? Yeontan broke him from his thoughts as he quickly scampered up from the foot of his bed to his chest, trying to provide any comfort he could to his heartbroken owner. At least part of his dream was still with him.

All Taehyung wanted to do was go back to sleep. After all, he’s happiest with you - even when you’re only present in his dreams.

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Hope you enjoyed reading this! - Emily

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Angel - Bucky X Reader

Between the dark sky and the gravel beneath your worn out shoes, running for safety wasn’t exactly easy.

You take the next right, the gravel sliding with your feet as you try not to lose any speed. Dead end. Shit. The foot steps behind you get louder.

“Looks like you’re out of luck, princess.”

How do you always find yourself in these situations? You’re an heiress for hell’s sake. You shouldn’t be in dark alleys in the sketchy part of town in the middle of the night.

Lucy would never be in this situation. She would have listened to mom. She would have put on the pink gown, no matter how hideous, and then stayed at mom’s side the entire gala. She definitely wouldn’t have brought a change of clothes and snuck out ten minutes in.

By the way tonight is going it doesn’t matter. You’re going to end up the same as her no matter how different you lived your life. Six feet under.

Think Y/N

You pick up a rock from next to the dumpster.

“Stay away from me.”

He smiles but the scar through his face makes it lopsided. “Or what? You’ll get me with that rock?” He draws a gun from his waistband.

You didn’t understand what the big deal was. So what you ended up in the wrong room at the bar? You could tell they weren’t up to any good but you couldn’t tell what exactly they were up to.

You throw the rock and he fires. It pierces your shoulder. You can feel it but it’s not how you imagined. The adrenaline must really be pumping.

The already dirty white tshirt quickly stains red.

A second set of steps creeps behind the attacker. And then a third.

You are officially, royally screwed. “Stay back!” You take a couple steps away from them, your eyes bouncing between the men. Cold, rough brick meets your back.

The edges of your vision become blurry as the warm, thick blood continues to spread down your body.

The first man is only a matter of feet away now, he grabs the front of your shirt. Clawing at his grip does nothing. No surprise, you can hardly feel your right arm, let alone use it.

His arm pulls back and then strikes you in the face. At this rate, you’ll be with Lucille in no time

“I’m sorry mom,” your voice sounds pathetic but you can only imagine how she’ll react in a couple hours. When the officers come knocking on the front door, she’ll have flashbacks to the night they found Lucy. She’ll have to go to another daughter’s funeral. Face all the grief again, but this time completely alone. You should have listened. You ahould have been the perfect daughter she wanted and then lost with Lucy. You were here second chance and didn’t measure up.

Suddenly your feet find the ground and the rest of your body soon after. You can barely get your eyes open but the scene in front of you is too much to let them close again. The man that was holding you up only a moment ago was on the ground with a very large man on top of him delivering blows. He goes limp and the newest addition stands up. Behind him the two other men lay unconscious. Or dead? You aren’t sure.

The stranger is now looking directly at you. He could be an angel. Or you could be delirious. Either way, he was fine.

He comes closer and you’re met with the most brilliant blue eyes.

“Hey kid, it’s going to be okay. Do you know your name?”

“Are you an angel?”

The pretty stranger draws his eyebrows together, “What?”

His shoulder length brown hair looks so soft. “Am I dead?”

He cracks a hint of a smile, “No, but we do need to get you to a hospital as soon as possible.”

He hoists you into his arms. His very, very large arms. As you come down from the adrenaline high, you are suddenly very aware of the gaping hole in your shoulder.

You wake up in a bright white room. You can hear the machine checking your vitals.

“Y/N?” The chair scrapes the floor as your mom jumps from her chair, “baby?”

She’s pulling you into the tightest hug of your life as tears pool in her eyes.

“Mom, I’m okay,” You try pulling away and are suddenly very aware of your shoulder.

“You scared the hell out of me!” She’s yellong now. Great. “What were you doing! Why did you leave?”

The nights events come flooding back in, “Wait! Where is he?”

She takes a breath, “Who?”

“The man who saved me! Where is he? I have to thank him.” You slide off the side of the bed, pulling the tube stuck to you along.

“Y/N! Sit down! What are you talking about?” Your mom tries to force you back onto the bed. “No one saved you. The nurses found you collapsed in the lobby.”

“He, he left?” It hurt more than you wanted to admit.

A few hours later you were deemed stable enough to get ready to leave.

While changing you can’t help but stare at your reflection. Your blonde hair is still clumped with blood and you can already tell you’ll have a nasty scar once the bullet wound heals up. Bullet wound. You were shot. Wth.

You shake it off and change into the clean clothes your mom handed you. The dirty, worn out and bloody ones from last night were in the trash.

For a few months you did as you were told. You were given a second chance at life and tried to be the perfect daughter you weren’t before.

It was only a matter of time before you started looking for your hero, or angel as you referred to him. You didn’t have much to go on. Beautiful blue eyes. Scruff. Long, brown hair. Toned build. The lack of information didn’t stop you. You looked for years, even going as far as hiring a private investigator, or two. Okay, maybe five.

It got you no where. The only place you could find him was your dreams. After the first few years you started to think you might have only imagined him. It was hard to move on when you could remember exactly how he smelt and how it felt to be cradled in his arms. And how were you supposed to forget a hunk that swooped in and saved the day? That was a prince charming level story.

You phone vibrates and you glance down from the vanity. The car had arrived. One more quick glance at yourself to make sure everythings in order. You’re taken aback by how much you look like Lucy. It made sense. She was always put together like this and you’re now as old as she was. You shake your head and grab your clutch.

The car ride was quiet but it gives you a chance to prepare for the night ahead. Your mother isgoing to be the talk of the evening, she recently received another award for her developments in the medical field.

You took a different path in life. Instead of medical developments, you made advances in the technological field. You were considered on the same level as Tony Stark, however, you worked under an alias. You got the profit without the recognition.

Your mother, and only company for the evening, had been swept into another crowd of profound doctors so you took it as a que to step back and get yourself at the drink.

As you wait for the bartender to return with your cocktail, someone takes the seat next to you.

You spare him a glance, “Angel?”

He smirks, “Listen, doll, I appreciate the creativity but I’m not looking to be picked up tonight.”

“No, thats not-what?” You’re stumbling over your words. “You-you saved me.” You slip the satin dress down, revealinf the nasty scar on your shoulder.

“Alley girl?” Recognition spreads across his face.

You give a short laugh, “You get angel and I get alley girl. That seems unfair.”

He shakes his head, “I’m sorry. I didn’t expect to see you here. I wouldn’t have guessed this to be your scene based on our last encounter.”

You give a small eye roll, “Getting shor in shady alleys are more of a weekend thing for me. What are you doing here?”

“I’m, uh, here supporting a friend.” He glances to a cluster if men and you notice Tony Stark. What are the odds?

“You have no idea how hard you are to find.” You can’t help but smile. So many years of looking and you accidentally find him at the bar of a dinner party for millionaires.

“I think I have a pretty good idea.” That smirk turned you into putty. What was it about this man? He sure seemed like an angel. Your very own prince charming.