#it is not helping me in any practical way but it is comforting me

[osachiyo]

𝐖𝐄𝐓 ‘𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐘 ! ꩜ .ᐟ dr zayne

⟢ tws: n/sfw content, fem!reader, p*rn w/o plot, 0.6k+ words, fingering, squirting, stress relief, messy, dirty talk, praise, zayne is mentioned to be taller than reader, overstimulation, reader is hinted to be chubby + more .. you must be logged in on twt to see the link!

⟢ note: i saw this video on twt and thought of zayne immediately helppp >< header art by @/rororo_mg on X <3

imagine this with zayne . . .

You could tell when Zayne didn’t have a good day at work. Especially when he had that one look on his face— glasses hanging low on the bridge of his nose and his hair messy, a frown etching on his lips and broad shoulders sagging as he entered through the front door. You lifted your eyes from the page of your book to your looming boyfriend, “bad day at work?”

Zayne only sighed deeply, shrugging his coat off and slinging it on the coat hanger near the door, “terrible.”

You slowly approached him, wrapping your arms around his neck, going on your tippy toes and pressing your soft lips to Zayne’s ear, “is there any way I can help, doctor?”

You felt a large hand wrap itself around your waist— pulling your body flush to his, something hard and hot poking your inner thigh as Zayne’s other hand lifted your chin up, his minty breath fanning against your lips as he spoke,

“If you insist, my love.”

..and that’s how you ended up in your current position. Legs pushed back and knees nearly touching your ears, pretty lacy panties pushed to the side and the fabric absolutely drenched with your arousal as Zayne’s precise fingers worked themselves in and out of your cunt.

“Stay still,” he grunted, taking his fingers out of your hole and rubbing your puffy clit with fast strokes— making your head loll back onto the pillow. “Nnngh— ‘s too much-!” You mewled, fingers desperately scratching the soft, linen sheets underneath as Zayne continued to torture your poor clit. “Nonsense.. I know you can take it, love,” he muttered under his breath, and you whined because you knew he was right— Zayne knew your body like the back of his hand, and he wasn’t afraid to use that knowledge to his advantage.

It should’ve been unfair how good he was at it job— he knew all the ways to make your pussy gush, and he was doing exactly that. You wailed once he shoved his fingers back into your sticky hole, your plush hips arching off the bed at the overstimulation. But Zayne wasn’t having any of it, he scoffed in annoyance before using his free hand to push down on your soft tummy— securing your body to the mattress as he continued abusing that one rough patch in your velvety walls.

“Fu— fuck, Zayne—!” You threw your head back, kicking your legs but to no avail, he only pressed on your tummy harder, increasing the pressure settling in your lower abdomen. Your cunt gushed out juices with each rough thrust of his hand, successfully soaking his wrist down to his entire bicep. The rolled up sleeves of his button up practically drenched with your delicious slick. Oh and his watch. His expensive watch that probably costed an arm and a leg now soaked with your precious juices— and Zayne couldn’t help but groan at the sight.

It wasn’t long before you came hard around his fingers with a high pitched squeal, pussy juices streaming out and absolutely drenching the man before you. “What a good girl, did s’well for me,” he moaned, slowly pulling his fingers out of your cunt with a lewd ‘pop!’ before sticking them in his mouth and humming in satisfaction at the taste.

You could only watch as your eyes grew droopy and tired, your head plopping back onto the pillow with as you sighed. You closed your eyes, ready to doze off before you heard a soft clinking noise and lifted your gaze in confusion to look at the man in front of you.

Your eyes widened as Zayne’s heavy cock slapped against your soft tummy— the head dripping with precum as he spread your legs even further to get comfortable. You parted your lips to speak before he cut you off, “Zay—” “What? You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

His eyes darkened, gaze dropping to eye his cock resting on your stomach— the tip reaching right over your belly button, fuck he was huge.

“We were only getting started, snowflake.”

@𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐎 — ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ/ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ.

[rindreamery]

more than friends?

moments that make you reconsider if you’re really just friends with blue lock men. featuring: itoshi rin, itoshi sae, michael kaiser, oliver aiku ─ content: can be determined as mostly gn! reader. can count as fluff, but mostly suggestive. mentions of alcohol consumption (aiku), mentions of a dress (kaiser, implied but not stated fem! reader), kaiser is mean

note. haven't made a hc post in a hot minute. situationships hc coming next cus i unfortunately, oddly enough, like situationships LMAOO i also just have too many irl situationship inspo

an almost kiss with itoshi rin.

“rin, can you help me get this?” turning your body to face him, the words die in your throat.

you realize a second too late that he’s standing right behind you, reaching for whatever you asked him to previously— and you almost crash right into his chest. he’s close. so close that you can feel the heat emanating from his skin, despite the blast of the air conditioning above you. that you can practically feel his shallow breaths ghost over your face. 

as he brings his arm down to hand you the book, head tilting down to look at you, you lock eyes. a second passes, or two, before it clicks in his mind what position you’re in. and you both freeze, seemingly frozen in place, and in time. 

rin’s eyes widen, and his breath gets caught in his throat, audibly hitching. but he doesn’t take a step back, nor does he make any move to put some comfortable distance between the two of you. though, to be fair, neither do you— keeping you stuck in whatever weird space the two of you have put yourselves in.  

the first one to break eye contact is you. your eyes flit to his lips, watching as they part to take a breath, before you can even process exactly what you’re doing. you stare a little too long, lingering for a second longer than necessary. before your eyes fly back to his in a panic, only to see that he’s staring at your lips too. 

it feels like you’re blacking out— and maybe, you are. you don’t remember the exact moment when your body started gravitating towards him, or when he started leaning in a little closer too. your bodies seemingly move on their own, listening to your hearts and not your minds, ignoring the blatant alarms going off in your heads. you’re leaning in, just a little, inching slowly and testing for any reaction from him. you can see his adam’s apple bob as he gulps, and you see the exact moment his eyes cloud over, before he’s mirroring you. you think for a second that, maybe, this is really happening. 

his lips are breath away, and the distance between you is almost nonexistent. you can practically feel his lips on yours— so close, almost there. just a little more and you’ll have a taste. he's closing the gap, your eyes fluttering shut in response, and so does his, in tandem. the rush of excitement you feel is undeniable— the way your nerves fire with sparks under your skin, tingling. 

but then your phone rings.

the shrill sound of your ringtone cuts through the air, snapping the two of you out of your daze. your eyes fly open, and you both jerk back immediately, trying to put as much distance between you two as possible. the moment is effectively ruined; the thick, hazy, palpable tension that once surrounded the two of you is now filled with an awkward, uncertain air. 

as you both pull away, neither of you say anything, too flustered to speak. he’s avoiding looking into your eyes, staring at the ground as if he were wishing it would swallow him whole. and, really, you can’t judge. you’re looking everywhere but rin, trying to calm your heart into something that doesn’t feel like arrhythmia. 

there’s an unspoken agreement that hangs in the air— a silent promise that neither of you will bring this up ever again, too afraid to risk your friendship. but, deep down, you know it’s something neither of you can forget.

receiving jewelry from itoshi sae.

gifts from sae were always unexpected and random. 

in his hand is a simple, and undeniably beautiful necklace— something he knows you like. something he's heard you talk about for months, seen on opened tabs on your laptop as he passes by, heard in conversations with friends during your phone calls. it was always something he’d kept in the back of his mind, always an open tab in his phone. even offering to buy it for you before, in passing, which was met with a hard ‘no’ from you. still, he pushes his hand to you, offering the gift now. 

“sae,” you hesitate, words trailing off as you figure out what to say. speechless would be an understatement. feeling grateful, in awe, and mildly embarrassed all at once. you can feel your cheeks heating up, looking at the necklace in his hands as you avoid his watchful eyes. “i already said you didn’t have to buy it for me. i was going to buy it… eventually.”

“want me to put it on you?” your words fly over his head, or maybe, he’s simply ignoring it. 

you press your lips into a line, finally looking into his eyes, as you hold in a shallow sigh of defeat— already coming to terms that, regardless of what you say, nothing would change his mind. so instead you nod, offering him a small and thankful smile, finally accepting the gift. 

“turn around,” he tells you, fingers already working on unclasping the necklace in his hands. you listen, turning around and waiting with baited breath as he moves to stand behind you. he inches closer than necessary, looming behind you in a way that makes you so hyperaware of him. the feeling of his fingers as they brush over your shoulder to loop the necklace around you, his steady breath on the nape of your neck— you feel it all at an elevated level. 

you gasp as the cool metal of the necklace hits your skin, in contrast to the warmth of his fingers as they make work of the clasp. it takes a few seconds, before you feel the clasp fall against your neck, but his fingers stay on your skin. tracing the line of the necklace as it travels to the junction of your shoulder. 

“do you like it?” sae leans down, whispering the words into your ears. you ignore the warmth that sweeps over your body, holding tight onto the necklace between your fingers, admiring the way it looks against your skin. 

“yeah, i do. it’s perfect.” you nod, your voice quiet and weak, unable to focus from the way your head starts to spin at the proximity. you can hear him let out a satisfied hum behind you, leaning back just a little to give you some space. “thank you, really.”

but he doesn’t pull away, and you feel his eyes on your neck as you twiddle with the jewelry in your fingers. 

unreasonable jealousy from michael kaiser.

“does this dress look nice?” pulling out a dress from deep in your closet, you pull it closer to your body before facing kaiser. 

he sits comfortably on your bed, resting on the headrest as he scrolls through his phone, looking bored out of his mind. his eyes are hooded, body slumped, and sighing loudly every five minutes as if urging you to get this over with. though, you suppose in his defense, you’d been doing this for the past two hours. with little to no progress being made. 

never putting his phone down, he glances at you, then the dress, and then back at you. there’s an unamused expression on his face, both brows raising imperceptibly and letting out a derisive laugh, and it makes the smile on your face falter for a second. “why are you trying so hard to impress this guy, anyway?” as hard as he tries to hide the contempt in his voice, trying to mask it with his usual mocking tone, it slips through. “next dress.”

you blink, caught off guard by the sudden edge in his voice, an elusive frown forming on your face. "what do you mean?" you ask, suppressing a sigh as your arms fall to your side, the fabric of the dress bunching up as you grip it between your fingers.

you don’t want to put it down yet— refusing to put it next to you on the pile of other pretty, rejected clothes.

kaiser doesn’t immediately answer, but you notice the way his thumb scrolls slower across his phone screen now. his gaze flickers back to you, scrutinizing, and almost annoyed? evident in the way his lips press into a tight line, jaw clenching and unclenching as he sorts through his thoughts. a brief, almost unnoticeable, flicker of frustration crosses his features before he slumps even further, his voice quieter but more pointed. "it’s just a first date. don’t you think it's kind of pathetic? all this effort for some guy you’re not even sure is going to stick around?"

his words sting more than you want them to. 

the dress feels heavier in your hands, like a weight you're not sure you want to carry anymore— and frankly, it ruins any excitement you have for your date. you bite your lip, chewing on the skin. you want to ask him why he even cares, why he's hell bent on making you think that every man is bound to ditch you after the first date, why he can’t seem to be happy for you.  

you hold up the dress, this time with less confidence. "i didn’t know wanting to look good for a date was such a crime." admittedly, your voice is snappy and irritated, almost glaring at him from where you stand. 

“it’s not.” he says, ignoring the heated look in your eyes. “looking good for other men is, though.”

going drinking with oliver aiku.

from being friends with aiku for practically all of your life, you’d think you know better than to say ‘yes’ to his whims. but it seems that time has only weakened your resolve.

“come here.” aiku sits lazily on the couch, an arm slung over the backrest, his legs parting to comfortably make space for you. you watch him in silence from where you sit, raising a brow at him as he throws you that signature smirk of his— before he’s patting the space between his legs, motioning for you to come over. “help me drink?”

“what?” comes your surprised response, mouth dry and voice cracking as you speak. despite your loose state, your back straightens at his words, and you grip the glass in your hands. “what do you mean ‘help… you drink’?”

“pour a shot into my mouth. the one you’re holding in your hand right now.” he motions to it with a nod of his head, voice slightly slurring but way too casual for your liking. as if what he was asking were normal, and totally not crossing some unspoken boundary between friends. “come on, just this once.”

the logical part of your mind screams at you from somewhere in your head, telling you not to do it. but it’s quickly tamped down by his pleading eyes, and the ‘please’ that slips past his lips. you get up and you take your time walking over to the couch, treading with short and slow steps, giving yourself a chance to back down.

but you don’t. 

with an uncertain look on your face, you place a knee between his legs, a hand shooting out to steady yourself as you lean over him. the hand holding the glass is shaking— from nerves, or from being mildly inebriated, or maybe a hefty mix of both— the drink sloshing around as you carry it to him. you feel his hands on your waist, firm and warm, preventing you from tipping over.

finally finding the courage to look into his eyes, you do. they’re so unfocused, yet so focused on you, and it makes you breathe in heavily, as if second guessing the normality of what you’re about to do. sensing your hesitation, his fingers squeeze at your waist. “go on.”

it's reckless and impulsive, but clearly, you aren't in the right state to be making smart decisions. your fingers hook under his chin, his eyes intently honing in on you as you do so, as you bring the glass to his lips. you press it against his lips, watching as they part to make space for the intrusion, before his fingers latch onto your wrist.

he doesn’t break eye contact as he guides you, gaze heavy and imposing, that it almost makes you want to pull away. but you can’t— his hands keep you firmly in place. you’re forced (though, you know a part of you willingly stares) to watch as he guides your hand to tilt the glass, pouring the contents into his mouth. 

aiku’s fingers linger on your skin even when the drink is long gone, and it makes you squirm. you cough, bringing one of your hands to your mouth to form a fist, as you bashfully look away. “all done here now, right?”

a beat passes, before you feel the heat of his hands leave your skin, “yeah.” and you pull away from him.

© rindreamery, 2025

[mimikittysblog]

Poly! Ateez: How You Started Dating

Synopsis: Self explanatory but this is where your relationship truly began!

Genre: Fluff and some angst | Headcanons

A/N: This one is pretty long so bear with me 😭 Also if you have any specific requests or questions about their relationship then please just ask! I’d love to answer them!

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.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

After texting Wooyoung for a bit you finally decided to go out together

Wooyoung sent you the address of this adorable cafe

When you got there though, you didn’t expect Seonghwa, Mingi and San to be there as well

“Oh! Hi everyone!”

“Y/n!!” They practically cheer

Basically what happened was they found out Wooyoung got your number and practically asked you out on a date

So they wanted tagged along

Wooyoung wanted to say no actually

He was scared you’d get overwhelmed

But San made him flustered by kissing him on the cheek

So Wooyoung folded 🤦‍♀️

“Heheh hope you don’t mind they decided to tag along.” Wooyoung said sheepishly

“Oh of course not! The more the merrier is almost always my motto!” You giggle

Oh your smile..

It’s brighter than any star and it makes them so happy

You guys were there and talked for hoursssss! Just having the best of times

You got to learn more about them and vice versa

Each new information you learned really deepened your feelings towards each other

It was exhilarating honestly, albeit a bit scary

It’s just happening so fast and so strong like an oncoming train

None of you would have any other way though.

After a while all of you then agreed to move to a nearby park and have a spontaneous picnic

So Wooyoung along with Mingi and San went to order more pastries while Seonghwa kept you company

While it was just the two of you, you decided to ask Seonghwa something

Throughout the entire day you’ve noticed how close to each other they really are

Like you knew how close kpop groups can be, and how sometimes it’s fanservice but these boys…

It’s just different.

Hanging out with them you can really tell how close they really are

“You guys are really close huh?”

That took Seonghwa aback and he couldnt help but feel a bit worried

“uh y-yeah we are.. we just.. love each other a lot.”

Hearing his answer you knew what he meant

But also hearing how he answered it, you knew it was kind of a sensitive topic so you didn’t want to pry.

So you simply looked up at him and gave him a comforting smile.

“It’s beautiful to see.”

The truth is… none of them are dating yet

Though none of them could deny their feelings and chemistry

But they knew how difficult it would become if they actually confronted it

So they kind of just let it be

The only one who really has a thing going on is Wooyoung and San

But they never really put a label on it

They hooked up one night after all the tension build up and ever since then they just.. became “official” but not

It’s complicated

But their “relationship” also didn’t really stop them from hooking up with the others

Actually most of them have hooked up with each other

Some are a bit afraid to take it that far though

Jongho for example once got caught up in a makeout sesh with Yeosang but he didn’t feel ready or comfortable

It wasn’t Yeosang’s fault!

He’s just never been a touchy guy and he’s just now facing the reality that he has feelings for one of his members

Possibly more…

Yeosang understood so they stopped and just cuddled and talked a bit

Though he was still kinda riled up

So the next day Wooyoung was happy to help him out

Mingi also finally confided in Yunho about his feelings one time

Yunho knew.

Everyone did.

But Yunho didn’t know what to do due to his beliefs and upbringing

So he held back his tears and just gave Mingi a long passionate kiss

Whispered a soft “I’m sorry” and just left it at that

Mingi knew what Yunho meant with that kiss

It’s the best Yunho could give to him (at the time)

It’s Yunho’s way of telling him that he feels the same but he can’t act on it

Mingi of course respected that but he was heartbroken

He confided in Seonghwa soon after and asked him to distract him

Seonghwa was also happy to help

While they were often paired up and at first gravitated towards a certain member

They still found themselves deeply connected with everyone else outside of this natural pairing

Like while Hongjoong had that married vibe with Seonghwa, he couldn’t deny his feelings for Yunho from the first moment they met

Seonghwa also wanted nothing more than to always take care of and love Yeosang

Yunho adored Mingi from childhood but Wooyoung was always able to bring the feeling of comfort to him

Yeosang treasured Jongho but he’d also do anything for Hongjoong

San couldn’t imagine a life without Wooyoung, while he also cherishes Seonghwa like diamonds

Mingi has an incessant need to make sure Jongho is safe from harm all the time

Wooyoung would move heaven and earth for Mingi

And Jongho will forever admire San and everything he does

And whats listed here is just the tip of the iceberg

It goes for everyone and honestly runs deeper than what words can describe

It’s all just a big mess right now

Their jobs and society has made it all too difficult for them

But they all knew what they felt was real.

Even with the unknowingness of it all, they’d still do anything for each other.

…And possibly you.

“..yeah you think so?” Seonghwa asks back

“Of course! Like I said, the more the merrier. I see no reason to put a limit on a beautiful thing such as love.”

Seonghwa was really touched.

“Society has put useless and cruel rules on everything. Especially love. And For what? Power? Money? God knows. It’s frustrating.. but I don’t think it should stop us. It’s what makes us human. And hey!” You say before looking back up at him.

“Some rules are meant to be broken.”

Seonghwa honestly felt his brain chemistry being altered 🤯

And after about a week since your hang out, he still couldn’t get your words out of his head.

He decided that it’s finally time to really confront their feelings.

No matter how complicated.

No matter what consequences it’ll bring

It just has to happen now.

‘Cause he fears that if it doesn’t, it may never.

So he one night sat everyone down and then just confessed.

“It’s no secret. But It’s best I do say it. I love all of you. Romantically. And i think we really need to talk about how we should go about this. I won’t pressure any of you to do things you don’t want or aren’t ready for. But again.. a clear understanding needs to be had. I don’t think any good will come out of side stepping this anymore.”

To say they were surprised that this was what Seonghwa wanted to talk about would be an UNDERSTATEMENT‼️

To put it lightly, they were hesitant to say anything at first

When in fact they were LEGIT TERRIFIED ACTUALLY

One of them probably almost shat their pants, they were that scared.

So the room was silent for a while after Seonghwa first spoke

But then in a blink of an eye, everything came spilling out

Confession after confession filled the room

Followed by wishes of their hearts desires

And burdens being lifted one after the other

They all spoke about their true feelings in this vulnerable moment

All except one.

“..Yunho..?”

At the call of his name he looked up with tears in his eyes.

“..I-I need time..”

He says with a shakiness the boys have never heard from him

“alone.”

And with that he just got up and left.

Leaving the boys absolutely concerned with an indescribably tightness in their hearts.

Belief is a fickle thing that one

What he’s feeling…

What the members are feeling and doing..

It wasn’t what he was taught.

So he’s lost

It wasn’t like he hated the members or anyone for their sexuality

He could never hate them for anything

He was actually more jealous.

He felt jealous that he couldn’t act upon what he was truly feeling

When Mingi confessed to him that night he has never felt more sad and never cried harder

He wanted nothing more to yell out to the world how much he loved Mingi..

How much he loved all of them.

His belief always brought him comfort and it was never something that felt restrictive thankfully

So when this happened..

The first ever time his belief caused him to feel like this..

His mind and heart feels like it’s in tatters.

He needed an answer or some kind of sign!

So now he’s walking to the nearest church

Already praying for his God to tell him what to do

And when he almost arrived, thats when he spotted none other than you

You were just about to enter a small little cafe that was just near the church

She looks beautiful with the moonlight shining on her…

Is this the answer..? The sign?

It couldn’t have been just a coincidence that the one person who also has been shaking his heart and wasn’t there at the dorms happened to be right there in front of him when he was looking for an answer.

So he walked up to you hoping that you were indeed the answer

“Y/n…”

“Yunho..?! Omg Yunho! Hai!”

When you noticed his distressed state you quickly invited him in to sit with you at the cafe

You told him you’ve always wanted to try this cafe out but never had the time

Yet for some reason on this particular night you decided to finally try it out..

“So.. What are you doing here? ..oh! There is a church nearby! Were you going there?”

You asked with such concern and softness that he couldn’t help but let the tears spill

Not just the tears but his feelings as well

He told you everything, what happened with the members, how he feels, and his conflicts within

“I-I.. I just don’t know what to do… I.. I love them.. I do… so much!! But.. can i?”

You’ve followed Ateez for the longest time and yet you’ve never seen this sunshine of a boy so broken

This must be that difficult for him

So you held his hand as gently as you possibly could before speaking just as gently.

“Yunho.. I’ll tell you what I told Seonghwa… Love is a beautiful thing. And it shouldn’t have limits.”

Those words touched Yunho as much as it touched Seonghwa.

However you then went on to explain how you didn’t want this experience to sway his faith

You told him how admirable his dedication to his faith is and how it helped mold him to be the person he is today

Finally you explained how while that was your answer to his question, he still needs to answer this on his own.

“Whatever the answer will be… remember it shouldn’t be hurting you in the long run. Coffee is on me this time Yunho. I hope you find it and get home safe okay?” You tell him softly

You then softly wiped one of his tears that was still flowing, got up, payed and left.

He thinks he found it.

He still decided to stop by the church though

He prayed and confessed one last time about how he truly felt about everything and begged for one last sign.

A sign to tell him that he’s mistaken, that if this truly wasn’t the answer then tell him now.

Yet nothing came.

Well there was one…

But it wasn’t exactly the sign he was asking for

But one he needed.

When he entered the dorms again, Mingi was there waiting for him on the couch.

The boy who he first had feelings for.

“Yunho…”

He knew that this was his answer too.

He wasn’t gonna hold back anymore.

So without hesitation he raced to Mingi, grabbed his face and gave him a passionate kiss where he poured everything into it.

“I won’t hold back anymore. I want to love you all. No limits.” He confesses softly

From there the two went to bed together

And made love actually 🥹💕

Then the next morning he called for another meeting and official confessed how he truly felt.

Asking for all of them to be together

And just like that they made it official 🩷

The next day after that, you received another text from Wooyoung asking to meet up again

Which of course you happily agreed to!

Yet when you arrived this time, all of them were there too.

And they were oh so happy to see you.

Their catalyst.

You all had a wonderful time once again

And by the end of the day, you went from having 0 boyfriends to 8 just like that

You lucky dawg 🤭

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

© mimikittysblog 2025

[tactical-jellyfish]

The Mistakes That Have Been Made

Part Three <3 The fluff before the storm

Warnings!: Angst, angst, and more angst. Reader will be MAD sad for most of this. Poorly-practiced, unhealthy polyamory. Reader will experience a LOT of gender and body dysphoria over the course of this (though I will do my best to keep it gender-neutral throughout, bear with me), but there WILL be comfort over that.

Training with Gary was a good idea, no matter how much you hate to admit it.

He forced you to take it easy, as much as you griped at him for it. You could do more. You knew you could do more. But the both of you knew damn well that you shouldn't be doing any more, either.

It was a simple hour. He did the exercises with you, mostly simple stretches and the like.

As infuriating as it was, you felt much calmer after. Maybe that was because you'd managed to avoid your team up until now. You hadn't had to look at any of them today.

That was oddly relieving, but the way he was looking at you wasn't. Gary was scanning you like he was trying to figure something out, between friendly jokes and quiet banter. It wigged you out a little, but when you tried to go to the showers, as usual, he stopped you with a hand on your hoodie-clad shoulder.

"You know you're not supposed to wet the dressings, right?"

His soft voice is right next to your ear, the muffled heat of his breath thankfully not making you shiver as it usually would, thanks to the mask.

"But I've still gotta shower, y-"

Gary chuckles gently, and pulls you (gently, he gives you more than enough leeway to wriggle free if you really want to) into the smallest bathroom attached to the gym.

You've never been in here before, but you don't stop him when he turns you around, and starts to sign again.

You didn't read the articles I sent, did you?

You sigh, and give him a slightly sheepish glance as you sign back (much more clumsily, to be sure, and slower.

Doing other things, bug.

Do you know the sign for "Roach"? No. It doesn't stop you from hearing Gary's little gasp, and watching the way his cheeks round with a bright smile as he slips his mask down, revealing maybe the brightest grin you've ever seen.

Before you're fully aware of it, you've been engulfed in a firm hug, and you're being squeezed tightly by the gentle man before you, an ungloved hand splayed over the small of your back.

"I was right about you."

His voice is still raspy, almost whispered, and you frown just a little at the way he's straining to talk, even if you want to smile at the words.

"You've done a lot for me, luv, I practically owed it to you. Don't strain yourself."

The silent bounces of laughter rock your chest as Gary gently rests his face on your shoulder for just a moment, seemingly fond of the way this feels.

What makes you pull back is the way you feel a warm, scared hand under your hoodie (and over your undershirt, thank goodness) right after leather hits the floor.

Gary seems to sense your unease, and gives you a reassuring smile.

You can't wet your dressings, so I brought wet wipes for you. Figured you could use the help.

He uses more complete sign than before, only bothering to finger-spell the harder words to gleam in the sentence. You pick it up well, but still squirm a little when you see yourself in the mirror.

Gary knows it, because you pointedly look away from the wall behind him. The confirmation makes his smile fade a little, but his hope skyrocket.

You're more like him than you think. Even if you don't know it yet.

He clicks his tongue, and turns so you're facing the wall, pulling the small pack of sanitary wipes from his bag and handing them to you.

"Do you want me to help?"

You can't reach every part of your body just yet, but Gary still offers to let you do it yourself. He lets you choose. It makes you a little weak.

When you nod, he gets to work.

It's maybe the best thing you've ever felt. His hands are cloaked by the wipes, smoothing over your skin, wicking away the thin layer of sweat that clings to it. Soothing you in a way no one has every bothered to before.

Your phone pings somewhere in your gym bag. You ignore it, opting to lean into a gentle swipe over the broadest part of your back.

"You're good to me, Gary."

He nods. It makes you sigh.

"I really want to be with you more."

He nods again. This time, he gently hooks his chin over your shoulder, pulling your hoodie up just enough to clean around the small bandages you changed just this morning. When you tense, he scoots his head a little closer to your neck, to comfort you. It works well.

It's a hard balance to strike, but he's pulling it off. You feel seen, but somehow just as much you feel like he's not really looking. It takes that ugly, twisting feeling away, and puts it to bed.

Your body may be wrong, but right now, it doesn't matter. Gary doesn't care. That makes you feel... good. Maybe not good. It makes you feel understood, for the first time.

"Why are you so good at this?"

You feel him smile, and gently take hold of your hand, before leading you to feel a scar that stretches beneath his chest.

Huh.

Oh. Oh, shit.

"Gary-"

He interrupts you when he releases your hand, and signs once more.

I'm like you.

"I... Fuck, luv, I'm not- I mean, I- I-"

Let me help you. I want to.

You're in deeeeeeep shit.

"Alright. Yeah, as long as you stay."

[muhlsworld]

HURTING

synopsis: you comfort nika after hearing the news

WARNINGS: mentions of the free agency trading and just comfort i think

you can find the request here

today was just any other day for you. you were running some errands while nika had gone to the seattle facilities for the day. as you were walking through the store your phone rang. you saw that it was nika which weird since you guys rarely call throughout the day. you both being busy. but nonetheless you answered. “hey baby what’s up?” you asked as you answered the phone.

“hey.” she said as she sniffled a little. that immediately made you stop in your tracks. “are you crying? what’s wrong are you okay?” you asked. “can you come home please? some stuff happened with the team and i just want to be with you.” she said sighing. “yeah yeah of course, i’m on my way. be there in 15” you said quickly disregarding everything else you had to do.

15 minutes later as you walk into your shared apartment you saw her cuddled up on the couch with a blanket. she was peacefully sleeping and you didn’t want to wake her. so you quietly made your way around the apartment heading into your bedroom to change.

once you changed you made your way to the living room and sat down next to her without disturbing her. after a few minutes she started to move around a little indicating that her mini nap would be over. “hey baby i’m here.” you said in a quiet whisper. her eyes fluttered open and you could tell that she had been crying before you got there.

she got up from her position and practically threw herself on you. you obviously hugged her back immediately. not wanting to rush her you just simply soothed her back waiting for her to tell you what happened. after a couple minutes she pulled away and sniffled while looking up at you. “i just found out that jewell and sami aren’t gonna be on the team anymore” she said softly.

and then it all made sense. those two were nikas vets. she could always count on them when being a rookie became too much. nika had relied on them so much during the last season. you just knew she was taking this so hard.

“i’m so sorry nika, i know this must be so hard for you.” you said sympathetically. she just nodded went to lay her head on your chest. “i just counted on them so much last season. it’s gonna be so weird not having them there next season.” she said playing with the strings of your pajama pants.

“i know i know.” you said as you ran your fingers through her hair. “is there anything you need?” you asked trying to comfort her. she shook her head and said “just be here with me.” she said quietly. you hummed tightening your hold on her and she adjusted herself to be more comfortable.

you grabbed the blanket put it over the two of you. “do you want to watch something?” you asked her. she nodded her head and you proceeded to put on your favorite show to watch together.

you guys stayed like that for the rest of the evening just cuddled up together on the couch until you guys got tired. “you wanna head to bed?” you asked and nika nodded her head taking your hand and following you to your shared bedroom.

you both got ready for bed and tucked yourselves in under the comforter and nika laid down on your chest. “thank you.” she said quietly. you replied with “for what?”. “for just being with me. it really helped. you have no idea.” she said softly.

you placed a soft kiss to her forehead and interlaced your free hand with hers. and with that you fell asleep in each others arms.

A/N: sorry this is kinda short and not that good. i’m working on all the requests rn, if you have more please send them and i’ll work on them

[jee-bus]

Migraines - Aizawa X Reader blurb

Hello again! You all voted in the poll for this, so I deliver. Just domestic life fluff, the slightest most barely mention of sex and even then it's like nothing even if you squint, GN!reader.

I hope you enjoy! If you liked this, consider buying me a Coffee =] - Ko-fi.com/marley_offline_23

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Work was rough, training was rough, the entire day has been rough. 

The dark haired man had woken up with a minor headache that had gotten progressively worse throughout the day. It didn't help that seemingly everyone in his life was loud and reckless and had a penchant for annoying him with whatever easily solvable issues they currently had! 

Well… except one person… but they were currently at work and not wrapped up in bed with him while he did his best to ignore any and all sounds.

Aizawa let out a low groan and wrapped his blanket around himself tighter, as if that would help with the banging and pulsing that was happening inside of his head. The aspirin he had taken earlier was doing nothing to help.

The man didn't know how much time had passed from him getting home to now, all he was really aware of was the blistering, thundering pain in his head. But when he vaguely heard the front door open and a light voice saying hello to the cat, he was sure it had been at least an hour.

"Sho?" Your sweet voice called out, "I'm home! I also picked up some dinner, you didn't respond to my text so I assumed we weren't going to cook anything tonight." Had you texted him? He hadn't looked at his phone, the bright screen made his head worse. 

The smell of dumplings and miso soup wafted through the air as you made your way through the apartment, his stomach curled at the smell. 

"Shota..?" You slowly opened the bedroom door, then quickly shut it when you saw your husband, "What's wrong, love? Are you okay?" Aizawa was grateful that you spoke in hushed whispers.

Instead of responding, the man just groaned and vaguely gestured to his head. His partner seemed to get the hint, though. 

Smiling, they walked over and sat the food on the bedside table before seating themselves at the edge of the bed, placing a comforting hand on the man's forehead. "Have you taken anything?"

Aizawa nodded, leaning into their cool touch, "S'not doing much." He muttered out, grabbing your arm and tugging you into bed with him. 

"Sho!" You yelped out, before quickly throwing a hand over your mouth and giving the man an apologetic look, "Shota. I have to put the food away, change out of my day clothes, clean up a bit—"

The man cut you off by placing a thumb over your lips, his hand enveloping the right side of your face, before pulling you in for a kiss. Slow, full of want. Aizawa was more than ready to give in, wanting anything to take his mind off of his migraine, craving you as the perfect medicine. 

One hand slid from your face to the back of your neck as the other traced your hip, stopping only to squeeze the plush spots. Though the motion slightly hurt his head, he rolled you two over so that his form was braced on top of yours. 

Lost in the moment, your hands trailed up his chest and then into his hair. Silky waves curled between your fingers, and when Aizawa moved from your mouth to your neck, you gasped and gave a slight tug. 

Which made the man groan in pain. 

Which made you stop and realize just how you ended up beneath him in the first place. 

"Sho, you need rest." You put your hands on the side of his face and made him look at you. 

Again, he just let out something between a groan and a sigh and all but collapsed on top of you, his muscular frame encasing yours, once again burying his face in your neck as you rubbed his back.

Before you could interrupt his attempt at falling asleep with the reminder of your dinner that was currently on the bedside table, he spoke.

"Don't worry about it. I can practically hear you thinking." You chuckled and kissed his forehead.

"Fine. Just try to sleep." 

"Way ahead of you." He pulled the blanket up around the both of you, his head already feeling better than before.

[saturnzskyzz]

May I please request some Min-su content,,,preferably with one of his main lers being Thanos and/or Nam-gyu? I just love that silly little guy and think he should be wrecked!! Of course there’s no pressure tho if that’s not ur thing! :]

Why so anxious, boy?

Warning: | anxious descriptions | fear | tickling | intense |

Summary: Min-su is an anxious wreck, so? Why not have his two best bros to help him? Right?

A/N: Of course!!! I'm actually so excited to try and see what I come up with with this trio!! Thank you for the request!!! I made sure to practice on my intensity since you prefer those types of fics!! Let me know how I did :]]

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Another game, finished. Finally! the screams and horror of the entire mingle game threw Min-su off a loop. Replaying each scene-thinking of ways where he could've possibly not have made it out of there. The only reason he was able to win was because of.. Oh, right..

During the games, his "friends" forced him to be a part of rock-paper-sciccors with Se-mi to see who would go with Thanos and Nam-gyu in a room. Due to the overwhelming situation, Min-su regrettably made himself win, and caused the two to drag him to the room, leaving Se-mi to look at him in disappointment and distrust. Fuck, why did I do that?

As he sat himself at his usual spot, he began to ponder. Really take in the possibilities his mind had ran without his permission. 'What if I did this differently?' "why did I make Se-mi lose? She hates me now' 'now I'm really left with those two lunatics.' it was a never-ending thought process for Min-su.

As he sat there to himself, he noticed two figures approaching. Oh boy. Here they come. What could they possibly be wanting after pulling that cruel stunt?

"What's up, my man!" Thanos said, his voice practically booming with pride. He approached him with an arm to go around his shoulder as he leaned comfortably close to Min-su.

"You were crazy out there! Making stupid Se-mi lose in rock-paper-sciccors was hella cool!" Nam-gyu said, using his hands to immitate what Min-su did earlier.

Min-su felt like he was suffocating within their presence. He wanted to be left alone. He had too many sentences and not so friendly words passing through his brain. It was like it was working a nine-to-five job with how much he thought without really thinking too hard on it. He was starting to zone out, with the presence of those who could've left him for dead without putting much thought to his name.

Thanos noticed this first, reluctantly swaying the both of them to try and see if it would get the shorter to come back to reality. The cruel, cruel reality.

"Hey, man! You good? You stared off into space there." Thanos said, looking at him with what Min-su had thought was a face with fake concern.

He didn't know what to say, he just kept looking in Thanos' direction, seemingly getting more tense by the second. It was like he was going to explode with how fact his mind was pacing, he didn't even care that Nam-gyu was getting closer by now. He just kept thinking.

Thanos grew concerned for the man, now. He brought up his hand infront of Nam-gyu to motion him to stop before coming any closer to the anxious player.

He stopped, eyeing the two confusingly as he saw Thanos unwrap his arm that was on the smaller's shoulder.

"Hey man, just take a deep breath." Thanos said, laying a soft pat to the shoulder. Well this is new? his fast pacing mind let him jot down his new thought of the current situation. Why was Thanos being helpful for once?

Maybe the pill was running out in Thanos' system? Thanos was already such a questionable person, doing this and that whenever and wherever, it's hard to tell what he would do or say next. And that was not what Min-su had thought he would say.

But, he decided to listen, as to not make him mad, and took deep breathes to calm him down. As he did so, Thanos wore his signature smile.

"There you go! Why so anxious, boy?" Thanos suddenly asked, and went to jab an offending finger right on Min-su's side, causing the poor dude to jolt with a surprised "ha!"

That seemed to stop his anxious thoughts quickly. It's like the world had stopped when that action had happened, and he didn't like the faces that Thanos and Nam-gyu wore when the deed was done.

"Hey, Thanos? you heard what I just heard, right?" Nam-gyu broke the silence, eyeing him with a Michivious smile of his own.

Thanos turned his head to look at him. "That was definitely heard, my brother. Hey, maybe you need a good laugh to break free of your anxious self!" Thanos said, jabbing a few more times into Min-su's side to get him to muffle a few giggles that were already betraying him to keep in.

"IhI.. D-don't think that's Necessary." Min-su quietly said, eyeing the both of them with nervous fear. Of course of all times they could find this silly weakness out is right now of all times?

Thanos placed his arm back onto Min-su's shoulder, making him tense up even more as if he already tensed up enough.

"It's time to let loose, my boy!" Thanos said, digging right into Min-su's side, enlightening the shocked giggles to come out of the poor soul.

The most sweet, and gentle sounding giggles was like music to both of the pill popper's ears.

"Wahahait, stohohohop!"Min-su begged, grabbing at the offending hands as Thanos went to town on his sides.

Surprisingly enough, Thanos was light with his touch. He could feel him digging, mainly because of the thick jackets they have been forced in, but nonetheless, his touch was thankfully light and not rough. He silently thanked the Gods for that.

"Awe, look at him! He's smiling~" Nam-gyu cooed, causing the man to blush.

"Look at that, man! Let us tickle your anxieties away, yeah?" Thanos said, even though he's already tickling him to pieces. The fact that this guy was able to notice that he was having an anxiety attack was.. An odd thought, considering with how insensitive the dude can get. But alas, these conversations were normal to Min-su, so he didn't expect any less. Fake empathy from these guys was like a walk to the park, unfortunately.

Assumingly getting bored with his sides, Thanos decided to go for his neck. Totally not because Nam-gyu tickled his tattoo right before going up to Min-su he discovered that Min-su's neck wasn't that affective, but it still caused him to make funny movements, observed from the both of them, along with a few squeaks and huffs.

"C'mon, you gotta do better than that to get him going! Watch. And. Learn!" Nam-gyu said suddenly, walking up to them as he cracked his fingers. Min-su was fucked..

He didn't know whether or not this guys would show him mercy if he started, but he never wanted to find out. He was relieved that it was just Thanos tickling him, but Nam-gyu?? He's digging his own grave now.

"W-wahahait, no! Nohot you toho.. Plehease!" Min-su pleaded, looking at Thanos for help with begging eyes. Thanos looked at him with a smirk.

"Don't worry! He's way more skilled, trust me!" Thanos said, beating his fist in his chest to emphasize the word "trust."

But.. That's exactly why he didn't want Nam-gyu to touch him, because he was skilled. He's seen how he literally dominated Thanos earlier-Thanos was BOOMING with laughter. He grew more nervous by the second as Nam-gyu approached them.

"I'll make your anxieties go away with a single puff of air!" Nam-gyu said as he blew air into his fist to extend his fingers, lastly giving him a wicked smile that told him he had no mercy.

"You see, you gotta really get them laughing-to really make sure that you're releasing all that tension loose, you get me?" Nam-gyu looked at Thanos as he placed his hands on Min-su's shoulders, squeezing them every now and then as a "gifted" massage before all hell broke loose.

Thanos gave him an "aah" sound to let him know that he was following. As he eyed him carefully, Nam-gyu suddenly darted his hands onto Min-su's ribs, using intricate fingers to experiment each crevice and bone like he was some test subject.

Oh, the scream he had released.

Min-su would have told you that you were hearing things if you said he screamed. It was definitely a feeling he has not felt before, or at least in forever. He forgot how badly his ribs were, it was like Nam-gyu was some kind of expert on tickling someone like Min-su. That thought alone sent shivers down his spine as if the tingly sensations weren't already spine crawling enough.

"F-FUHUHUCK.. WAIT! WAHAHAIT!" Min-su used the strength he had to try and pry Nam-gyu's blood thirsty fingers off of him, but with how weak he was quickly becoming from the onslaught had him struggle to get the upper hand.

The two drug addicts laughed at his squeaky retorts. How he could muster up the courage to even speak to them like that was dumfoundingly shocking to the both of them.

"Wow, Min-su! I never thought you had the gut to curse like that! We should do this more often." Nam-gyu teased, bringing the blush to flush all over Min-su's features adorably to the two. He didn't want to use such language in front of them, he didn't know why, but with this sort of thing, he might as well sell his soul for how humiliating this was for him.

"Hey Nam-su!" Thanos said suddenly, wearing an offended look from his new-found friend.

"It's Nam-gyu, Bro." He said, easily irritated at the mispronunciation of his name, never once leaving Min-su's poor ribs alone.

"Why not go for the pits?" ignoring the correction, he stared at Nam-gyu as he asked this.

"You're so right, bro! We gotta try." He said, looking at Min-su now, noticing that he looked at him with widened eyes.

"PLEHEHEASE- NOHOohohot the PIHIHI- WAHAHAIT- AHAHAHA!" With a sharp jolt, almost getting out of Thanos' hold by the reaction, but Nam-gyu kept him in place as he shot his hands into his armpits with determination. He drilled his thumbs into the both of them, causing Min-su to squeal.

He couldn't form words now, realising that the feeling was too much to even speak. He reluctantly squirmed and pulled as he tried desperately to get out of the hold from the agonizing feeling. All together to save his sanity, he looked away from the both of them as he laughed his heart out. He even forgot why they even tickled him in the first place.

"Let it loose, my boy!" Thanos yelled with an amused smile.

"Yeah!" Nam-gyu had suddenly bent down to get close to his ear, "We know you needed this~" he sung with a whisper, causing Min-su to shift his head from the breathy feeling in general, causing his ears to become a bit red now. God, this was awful.

He was alright with Thanos tickling him cause he visibly showed mercy to not go rough, but Nam-gyu? He was ruthless! He wished it was Thanos instead.

"PLEHEAHA- PLEA- PLEEHEASE! W-WAIT!" Min-su used all his strength to muster those words, hoping, praying that the ruthless monster would stop. Thankfully, he relented, but he kept his hands in his armpits to continue his adorable giggles.

"What is it, huh?" Nam-gyu said teasingly, slightly shaking his hands to make him tense. God, what a pain?

"Ihihi.. IhI need ahaha brehehake!" Min-su breathlessly begged, never once looking at the both of them from embarrassment.

Nam-gyu and Thanos looked at each other, and then back at Min-su.

"Hmm... Let me think on that!" Nam-gyu hummed, slowly wiggling his fingers now to surprise the poor man.

"Gohohod dahahamit.. Ehehahaha." Min-su couldn't help his flustered giggles. He shook his head as if that would help his predicament, but it only amused Nam-gyu and Thanos.

"Aren't you have fun, Min-su~?" Nam-gyu asked teasingly in his ear yet again, causing his ears to go redder than before. He didn't know what to say in that moment.

He wanted to say no. He wanted Nam-gyu to lay off. But this was genuinely helping him with his anxiety attack, and it did feel kind of nice when Thanos started the ticklish ambush.. But he wasn't going to ask him to switch with Thanos. Surely not.

"Well? What's it gonna be?" Nam-gyu guickly drilled his thumbs in his armpits again to get him to squeal once more, regrettably deciding to keep quiet.

"WAITWAHAHAIT WAHAHIT! NOHOHOT AHAHAGAIN!"

"Do you want us to continue or not? Not like we'd stop anytime soon, though, HA!" Nam-gyu said, drilling more into him armpits as if the earlier assault wasn't enough.

"THAHAHANOS! LEHEHET THAHANOHOS- AAAH, EHAHAAHAHA!" and he said it... He didn't want to, but if it got Nam-gyu to stop, then so be it, right?

Both of them were shocked, staring at each other with amusement, Nam-gyu finally laid off, holding his hands up as to surrender. "He's all yours, man!" He said.

Heavily breathing in well deserved gulps of air, Min-su was thankful that Nam-gyu actually relented in his attacks. Surely Thanos would go easy on him. He did earlier!

"You're about to experience the new Thanos world, my brother!" Thanos said in a booming voice. Wait what? What did he mean by that?

"Thank Nam-su over there for demonstrating how to get your beers turning!" Thanos said. Again with the nickname, Nam-gyu was ticked off by that.

Oh.

Oh no.

This can't be happening.

Min-su's heart sunk to the floor, as he nervously looked up to Thanos. "W-wahait.. Plehease don't.." he begged.

Thanos only looked at him with a smug look on his face. "Let's give these armpits some more attention." he said, darting his hand into his pits, relishing in new bounts of laughter from the shorter.

"AHAHA- F-FUHUHUCK YOHOHOU!" Min-su regretted his choic of words by the second, noticing how Thanos stopped his attack for a brief moment before going back to really drill his thumps into his Armpits.

"Oh, you're fucked now, Min-su." Nam-gyu said darkly, crossing his arms to watch the scene unfold.

Min-su was going to be humiliated for the rest of that very day. But of course, you never want to mess with Thanos and Nam-gyu if you want your ego untouched that is!

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oh my goodness, I hope this was good 🫣🫣

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!

[tinyproprodigy]

"Tumbling into You" - Nanami Kento x playful reader (nb)

𖤐 ִֶָ 𓂃 🧷

You’ve always marched to the beat of your own drum—even when it comes to something as simple as a hug. You remember that early day all too well: Kento had asked for a proper embrace, and you, with that trademark mischievous glint in your eye, sidled in for a half-hug instead. Leaning against him just enough to spark a smirk, you teased, “What? Something wrong?” Though his features momentarily clouded with puzzlement, you could see the warmth behind his eyes as he learned to appreciate your defiant playfulness.

Years have passed since those first awkward, yet endearing, encounters. Now, you and Kento share a quiet life defined by a dance of teasing banter and tender moments—a love built on your polar opposites finding common ground. On this particular afternoon, the light streams softly through your living room, casting gentle shadows that mirror the playful mood between you two. Kento, ever the composed one, looks at you with a mixture of fond exasperation and affection as he asks for a kiss in that low, earnest tone you know so well.

Of course, your first instinct is to stick to your rebellious streak. With a quick, almost imperceptible smirk, you tilt in for a fleeting peck, then—true to form—bolt away before he can properly savor the moment. But today, things don’t go exactly as planned.

In your haste to escape your usual routine, you find yourself perched precariously on his lap. When you make your move, you try to dodge the comforting weight of his arms as they instinctively reach out to hold you close. Instead of your practiced, graceful retreat, you overestimate your dash. Your legs scramble for balance as you simultaneously attempt to slip off his lap and sidestep his enclosing embrace. The result? A comical collision of momentum and gravity sends you stumbling backwards until you land with a soft, ungraceful plop on your butt. A whine of frustrated surprise escapes your lips as you sit there, a mix of indignation and sheepish amusement washing over you.

For a brief, suspended moment, Kento simply stares at you in disbelief. His eyes, usually so reserved and stoic, soften as they crinkle at the corners. Pressing his lips together in a vain effort to hide the smile threatening to break free, he shakes his head slowly, a silent declaration that despite your antics, he finds your every quirk utterly irresistible.

With tender care, he steps forward and helps you back onto your feet, wrapping his arms around you in a warm, familiar embrace. In that moment, the playful chaos of your defiance melts away into something far more sincere—a quiet, unspoken truth that says, despite all the teasing and the playful disobedience, you are exactly who he loves.

And as always, with that gentle, knowing look in his eyes, Kento seals his affection not with words, but with a soft, lingering kiss. It’s a kiss that speaks volumes—a promise of understanding, of acceptance, and of a love that finds its strength in every playful misstep along the way.

𖤐 ִֶָ 𓂃 🧷

Thought of this after coming across this fic and had to write this asap!!! I'd be lying if I didn't admit that this is, in fact, how I act. I can't help it mahn (●´ε���●)

Me and Kento darling rn:

𖤐 ִֶָ 𓂃 🧷

© property of @tinyproprodigy . please don't claim, copynpaste or translate my work on this and / or any other platforms. Like, repost or request please!! Love u!! ⸜(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)⸝

[peachy-panic]

Febuwhump Day 7: Alternate Timeline

When I saw today's @febuwhump prompt was AU, I said SIGN ME UP.

Have some alternate universe Jaime & Sebastian, in which they are closer in age and this night in college goes a lot differently.

HEAVY TW for alcohol abuse, emetophobia, past noncon, implied attempted noncon, implied drugging

Jaime is too tired to be at this party. 

Derek, who convinced him to come party with the team in the first place, disappeared upstairs with the goalie from the women’s team twenty minutes ago, leaving Jaime sullen, sober, and alone in the crowd. The adrenaline from tonight’s win against USC has long burned out of his system, and they have practice early tomorrow morning. He doesn’t want to be here, with all these drunk strangers knocking into him as they dance. He wants the comfort of his dorm bed, a tall glass of water, and an audiobook in his headphones, lulling him to sleep.

Fuck Derek and his apparent new girlfriend. Jaime is going home. 

He doesn’t bother trying to find any of their teammates to say goodbye, and he doesn’t text Derek that he’s leaving. He can text Jaime, if he even cares to. 

Some part of him knows he’s being a little selfish, a little reckless. A little jealous. He’s too tired to investigate those feelings too closely. 

The back door is through the kitchen. Jaime elbows his way through the crowd until the exit is in sight. But something else catches his eye before he can bolt.

Someone is at least halfway passed out at the kitchen bar, a shock of red hair spilling out over the marble. His head is lolled onto his arm, his eyes closed and mouth slightly agape. He’s not quite unconscious, Jaime sees as he slips into the room. He still has enough dexterity left to keep himself atop the barstool, even if the position is precarious at best—one foot propped on the wooden rung of the chair, the other extended out to the floor to keep him balanced. 

The man is alone in the kitchen, with the exception of one other person. A face Jaime knows well. 

Matthew is on the soccer team with him, but Jaime has made every effort to avoid him all year. He never told anyone about the incident in the locker room during the first month of practices, but the memory glows red in his memory like a warning sign as he watches Matthew slide his arm around the half-unconscious stranger’s waist and coax him to standing. 

The man is tall, maybe even a little taller than Matthew, though it’s hard to tell with the way his body slumps as he’s guided toward the back door. Jaime doesn’t recognize him, but he recognizes that this isn’t right, and he won’t be able to live with himself if he doesn’t intervene. 

“Hey.” Jaime’s voice comes out firmer than he expected. 

Matthew stops in his tracks, head whipping back to him. His eyes narrow, and Jaime wonders if he realizes it’s the first time they’ve spoken off the field since the night he cornered Jaime and put his hands where they didn’t belong.

“Quinn,” he says pleasantly. “Not like you to show up to one of these things. Did Derek drag you out?”

Jaime ignores him, nodding toward the man who is struggling to stay upright at Matthew’s side. “Who’s your friend?”

Matthew’s jaw twitches like he can read the accusation in Jaime’s eyes. Good. “I’m helping him back to his dorm.”

That doesn’t answer the question, asshole. “You know him?”

“Do you?” Matthew’s eyes narrow again, annoyed this time. 

Jaime takes a calculated risk. “Yeah,” he lies. “He’s here with me.”

This quiets him for long enough to make Jaime think he’s won, but then Matthew’s mouth curls into a sneer. “You must be pretty shitty company if your date is leaving with another guy.”

The “date” in question is starting to slip, his knees buckling, and Matthew has to adjust his grip to keep him upright.

“He’s not going anywhere with you,” Jaime snaps. Anger simmers beneath his skin, fists curling at his sides. This interaction with Matthew has given new life to the rage Jaime has spent two months pushing down, ignoring, talking himself out of. 

Matthew’s eyes scrape up and down his body, either in a lewd attempt at intimidation or possibly sizing up what kind of physical challenge Jaime poses. Whatever conclusion he reaches makes him laugh, a curt, dismissive sound.

“Stay in your lane, Freshman.”

Then he makes another move for the back door, his victim in tow. 

Jaime is moving before he has to think about it. He pushes past him, shouldering in as a barrier between Matthew and the door. “Let go of him,” he says.

Matthew’s amusement gives way to a flicker of anger now. “It doesn’t look like he’s putting up much of a fight.”

“He’s barely fucking alive.” Jaime nearly shouts it, but the music keeps his voice from bleeding into the crowd. It is enough, however, to rouse the intoxicated stranger. 

“Who’re y… ‘m not…” is all he gets out, broken and slurred alongside a quick flutter of green eyes, before his head lolls back against Matthew.

Jaime feels sick watching Matthew’s hands on him. He can’t stop himself from reaching out and trying to take the man’s weight, forcefully if necessary, away from him.

Matthew resists. Of course he does. Fingers dig into the man’s side hard enough to look painful, and it makes Jaime falter his grip. But before he can attempt anything else, the jostle of movement stirs the stranger again, but this time it isn’t words coming out of his mouth. The man’s body crumples entirely, dragging down Matthew’s side as he falls to his knees and retches on the kitchen floor. 

The sound coming out of him is one of pure misery, one that drowns out the sound of Matthew’s groan of disgust. Matthew steps back—though not in time to save his shoes—and shakes off the man’s weight from his leg like he’s a stray animal. Jaime manages to crouch in time to catch the stranger’s shoulders before he can fall into his own vomit. He steadies him through the worst of the sickness, knelt awkwardly on one knee at his side. By the time it’s over, he looks up to find the kitchen empty. Matthew left.

There’s another flare of rage, but the moment is quickly stolen by the sound of crying. He looks down, alarmed to see tears tracking down the man’s face. His green eyes look so sad and maybe a little afraid as he gazes up at Jaime, body swaying. 

“I think I threw up,” he says quietly. 

Jaime nods, ignoring the rather damning pile of evidence in front of them. “I think you might be onto something,” he agrees. “Maybe we should go outside for a minute? Get some fresh air?”

He doesn’t get a response. The man is already starting to fade from awareness again. 

“Shit,” Jaime mutters. He doesn’t waste precious seconds of the man’s partial mobility, hooking his grip underneath his arms to hoist him to his feet. “Come on,” he whispers, trying to sound gentle and encouraging as he kicks open the back door, narrowly stepping around the vomit on the floor. “Just a few more steps.”

The cold, November air is a sigh of relief against his skin. He manages to keep his new friend on his feet long enough to reach the porch steps, where he sits him down long enough to retrieve his phone from his pocket. A rideshare back to campus will cost him the whole of his fun money for the week, but he can’t imagine a world in which he leaves this stranger to fend for himself tonight. 

He opens the app and hovers uncertainly over the search bar.  “Can you tell me where you live?” he asks softly, crouching down next to the man, who barely lifts his head from the railing. 

“At the college,” he slurs, pointing vaguely to their left, in the opposite direction of the university. “It’s over there.”

“Right,” Jaime says. “Okay. Do you have an ID?”

“Mhm.” The affirmative answer is not accompanied by any attempt to retrieve his wallet.

“Can I see it for a second?”

The man manages to get as far as pulling his wallet halfway out of his pocket before his limbs go limp, his head tilting back against the railing. “I don’... feel good. ’m sorry.”

Jaime hates how sad he sounds. “It’s okay,” he promises. “I’m just going to grab your wallet out of here, okay?” 

There’s no answer, not that he’s expecting one, so he pulls the wallet the rest of the way out of his pocket, careful not to touch him without his permission. When he flips it open to the ID card, he’s greeted by the photo of a man who is barely recognizable as the person next to him. His smile is self conscious but handsome, his eyes wide and bright. Sebastian Tate, the name says. 

Jaime knows it was a bit of a gamble, that most college kids keep their parents’ address on their license until they move off campus, but he recognizes the address on Sebastian’s ID as one the dorms. One small bit of luck.

He enters the address on his phone, wincing at the price tag before he accepts the ride. 

When he looks over to let Sebastian know that a car is on its way, he sees tears on his face once again. 

“We’re gonna get you home,” Jaime promises. 

****

Sebastian is mostly deadweight by the time Jaime gets him into his bed. 

The other half of the dorm room is sparsely decorated, with a bed that looks mostly untouched. Jaime wonders if Sebastian has one of those roommate situations where they only really see each other on moving day. It’s a positive in the sense that Jaime isn’t barging in uninvited on a stranger tonight, but it does leave Jaime with a bit of a dilemma. He can’t imagine leaving this person alone tonight. 

Jaime helps himself to a cup on the sink in the corner of their room—it looks mostly clean, he thinks—and fills it with water from the tap. 

“Hey,” he says, giving Sebastian’s shoulder a gentle shake. He stirs blinking up at him, and Jaime holds the cup for him to see. “You should try to drink something.”

A groan of displeasure rumbles deep in his chest. “Tired,” Sebastian argues. 

“I know. But you really should try to drink some water before you fall asleep.”

Sebastian peels his eyes open again. Jaime wonders if throwing up back at the house was the best thing he could have done for himself. His gaze is starting to look a little less glassy. Maybe he had gotten some of the alcohol—and whatever else he might have ingested, a dark voice whispers in the back of his mind—out of his system before it could really take root. 

“It’s okay,” Sebastian tells him.  “I’m a doctor.”

Jaime furrows his brow. “I don’t think that’s true.”

But Sebastian nods sagely. “I will be,” he says.

“Oh.” Jaime blinks. “Are you pre-med?” A nod. “Well, then you should know all about the detriments of dehydration and alcohol poisoning, Dr. Tate.”

His head lifts from the mattress at the name—not without what appears to be great effort. He blinks a few times and squints up at Jaime like he’s seeing him for the first time. “Nobody’s ever called me that before.” He sounds so awed, Jaime can’t help but laugh. 

“That’s probably because you’re not a doctor yet,” he says. “Sit up, please?”

It takes a little bit of support on his end, but he finally gets Sebastian to an upright position and helps him steady the cup as he brings it to his mouth. Jaime takes his time, waiting patiently until he’s downed the whole glass in tiny sips. 

“Good job,” he says. “I’ll get you more to keep by your bed. You’ll thank me in the morning.”

As he gets up to refill the glass, he hears shuffling on the bed behind him. Sebastian is already laying down again when he turns back to him, but this time his eyes stay open, tracking Jaime across the room.

“I don’t know who you are,” Sebastian observes aloud. 

“Yeah. Sorry about that,” Jaime says. “I’m just helping you get home.” 

With a completely straight face, Sebastian looks at him and says, “You’re like an angel.” Then, blinking slowly, “You’re so pretty.”

“Oh my god,” Jaime bubbles out a startled giggle. “That’s… I—Um, thank you.” He feels his own cheeks redden. “That’s nice. I think you’re very drunk.”

As if Jaime’s words serve as a reminder, Sebastian’s face falls again, eyes squeezing shut. “I don’t feel good.”

Jaime’s face falls, too. The tear tracks are still visible on Sebastian’s face from earlier, a tangible reminder of the darkness shrouding these circumstances. 

“I know,” Jaime says. 

“Are you angry?” Sebastian asks, eyes still pinched. 

“Not at you,” Jaime assures him. 

“Okay.” Sebastian swallows, then moves his mouth like he’s trying to find his tongue. When he does, he asks, “Are you going to leave me here alone?”

Jaime stiffens. “Do you want me to?”

He is pretty sure the movement of Sebastian’s head against the pillow is supposed to be a no. 

“If you want me to stay with you tonight, I will,” Jaime says. It’s not like he’s in any hurry to watch Derek stumble into his dorm at four in the morning, with or without his one-night-stand. 

“There,” Sebastian slurs, slipping closer to sleep by the second. He raises a finger to point vaguely in the direction of his roommate’s side of the room. “That thing. Folds into a bed. Comfy.”

Jaime turns and spots the foam chair in the corner. “Okay,” he says. “I’ll stay.”

He kicks off his shoes, pulls a spare throw-blanket from the foot of Sebastian’s bed, and unfolds the chair into a thin mattress on the floor. When the lights are off, he feels his own exhaustion crashing over him. He stares up at this stranger’s dorm ceiling and lets himself drift closer to the darkness that pulls at him from behind closed eyelids. 

Before he can slip away, a tentative voice rouses him back to the surface. 

“What’s your name?” Sebastian asks into the darkness between them. 

“Jaime,” he answers. 

“Jaime?”

“Yeah.”

“Jaime, I feel very sad, I think.”

Jaime swallows, wishing he was better at offering comfort to someone who so obviously needs it. “Yeah. I know,” he says instead. “You’ll feel better tomorrow, though.”

“You promise?” Sebastian asks.

But that’s not a promise he can keep. Jaime doesn’t know anything about this man, other than that he had come close to something very bad happening tonight. Tomorrow, likely, he will be sick and shaken, probably regretful, probably confused. But there was one sure truth Jaime could offer this stranger for now. 

“Go to sleep, Sebastian,” he says. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

***

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My take on Lottie relinquishing her power in season 2 is not that she saw the violence that their survival necessitated and couldn't deal with the guilt but that she realized they stepped into a new era where it's not her comfort and guidance they need, it's a hunter...it's food. It's Nat they needed.

She was perfectly capable of devouring Jackie to stay alive. And if it came to it she wanted to be eaten. She wasn't horrified by the hunt. It didn't sit well with her that they decided to hunt when she was willing to die for them.

And the crux of that situation is that she realized that her role was really symbolic. She was a figurehead, not a leader. They wouldn't even obey her final wishes. And Nat had been opposing her for months. She couldn't even do the one thing she wanted to do, which is unify the group and help them cope.

So she delegated her power to the strongest person she knew. The one who has the balls to go against her and the one whose judgement she trusted the most. Because for all her faults, the most redeeming quality of Nat's is her empathy. Her heart. And that's what she trusts in a person. Misty is smart and she's empathetic and she loves deeply and has a great heart, and so does Taissa and some of the other contenders, but they are logical and they are ruthless and to a point they are gutless.

She saw the direction they were going and she realizes that she is losing control of them and she picked Nat because Nat is the leader they need right now. The hunter.

Don't get me wrong, they can all lead, and they can all do what needs to be done, but in different ways. Misty can be calculating and ruthless, but acts out impulsively a lot, and that works to her detriment. Furthermore she's better not as a ruler when the attention is all on her but behind the scenes, augmenting, rather than obeying or rather influencing the outcome of things in her own way rather than setting strict rules and ordering people around.

Look at the hunt-off or Natalie's hunt. She's not a follower. She'll obey and go along with a plan but when a better one comes along she's an opportunist who will jump at the better opportunity. And while that's a good thing to have to survive, as a leader you need to be someone with follow-through like Natalie.

Taissa has the opposite flaw, where she pushes and takes things too far, doubling down on her opinions because she's always sure she's right, and doesn't care about the collateral damage, she will carry through whatever plan she has, and if normal Tai can't do it, other Tai will. She's susceptible to manipulation by Van, and she's not open minded at all, but she'll bend the knee for Van's sake so that makes her a bit of a liability. Also the fact that she has to mentally check out to do certain things that aid in her survival, such as eat Jackie.

Shauna doesn't want to rule, she just wants to be picked. She genuinely just wants the power and none of the responsibility. The way she put all the blame on Jackie for Shauna making the life choices she did? Yeah, she'll not take any responsibility as leader and Lottie knows, and as much as she likes her or wants to support her and sympathizes with her losing her best friend, she knows that she would absolutely mismanage her power and then complain and make it everybody else's fault. Shauna was the antler queen there'd be a revolt in 5 business days.

So that leaves Natalie who's stubborn and rebellious but empathetic -managed to be sympathetic to Travis even when Lottie didn't want to give him the benefit of the doubt, and stuck up for Misty of all people -who is practically considered to be the human embodiment of a scab- when Shauna un-rightfully started beating on her, so Lottie knows she'd be a just leader. She doesn't go too far when she thinks she's right, having called a truce on Lottie, and even when she thinks something is bullshit, like drinking Lottie's blood for good luck and shit, she'll still bend the knee for the greater good and for other people's peace of mind, which Misty would do too, but Shauna and Taissa would be too proud to.

Van and Travis would not be considered leadership material cause they were some of the biggest followers of hers. Both also have a partner which makes them impartial to all but one person in the group at least. Plus it's not likely people would take well to a guy being placed in a leadership position over a whole group of women. Just no.

So Lottie gave the role to the person she thought was strongest, most likely to do the right thing even when it's not popular, and is willing to go where she needs to in order to keep everyone alive. Has empathy for everyone and isn't likely to sideline anyone or use the power to her advantage. Is willing to be flexible and cede to things she doesn't like for the sake of the group but is stubborn enough to not be a complete pushover. Mainly doesn't do things for approval, does things because of her moral compass, which is something that doesn't guide most of them.

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Chokehold - Ch.12

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Pairing: Billy Butcher x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4,394

Warning: Swearing, adult themes, mild violence, and as always - Butcher.

A/N: Life is messy and so is this chapter. But we're finally here after too long of a hiatus. Again, I thank you all for your patience and hope it's to your liking.

Much to your dismay - and most likely his as well - Butcher did not return that night to your bed. Which had been plenty warm thanks to him giving you plenty to think about in the car. Another cold shower to shock you into the day ahead, a rushed cup of caffeine, and you'd managed to get to work on time and in a…tolerable mood. By the time you had finished your shift, your mood had improved from tolerable to okay. And once you were knocking on Hughie's apartment door, Annie greeted a pleasant version of you.

“Perfect! You're right on time,” she beams.

“You look particularly perky,” you comment, watching her glide about as she gathers her things. Hughie just shrugs, smiling at her buoyancy with you.

She pulls a ball cap snug to her crown. “Homelander has started his apology tour. Both he and his entire team of wranglers have been fucking insufferable. He's like a man-child stuck in the corner with the PR dunce cap.”

Annie shrugs on a mini backpack, swoops in and wraps an arm around your shoulder. “And you got me out of the tower before I blew every fucking fuse in the building. Soooo, yeah. I'm glad to be anywhere but there right now.”

She blows Hughie a quick kiss, which he makes a show of catching, and practically lifts you through the door. She jams her sunglasses on, hissing, “Let's go, go, go!”

For the first few minutes, you stumble after her as she winds you over a convoluted route through the city. Finally you just step onto the subway as the doors begin to close, and slump into a seat next to her. Annie sighs briefly before digging into her backpack. She rummages until her hand emerges with a couple of granola bars and hands one to you.

“So, this Torsten guy,” you ask as you unwrap the treat. “What do I need to know?”

Annie shrugs after a bite. “He's surprisingly down to earth for some of the people he's made costumes for. Before they became really famous, I mean. Sassy on a good day. Not much to say. But he'll do great work. He always did for me.”

You almost ask her for the nitty, gritty on the Seven. And Vought, and Stormfront. And especially Homelander. But you don't see yourself spontaneously obtaining the ability to rip his head off, and therefore have no desire or intention to meet him any time soon. Plus you know Annie has been through it already. Hughie admitting to manipulating her the way he had in the beginning had shocked and appalled you. You never thought he had it in him. But things were supposed to be different now, and you wanted to help keep it that way.

Instead, you sit in what counts in New York as semi-comfortable silence, making quick work of the snack. Soon enough the train pulls up to a stop in lower Manhattan and you follow Annie's lead. More for her benefit than yours, you do your best to not draw any attention to either of you. You can't imagine what it feels like to have little to no anonymity like she does.

Within two blocks from the station, Annie turns you down a more cramped alley, reaching a small steel door tucked just off the pavement. She knocks twice, then twice again. When it swings open she pulls you in behind by the sleeve. 

It's dim for a small second before you turn a corner and enter a warm, welcoming parlor. You see one wall lined with bolts of fabric, the other with a few mannequins sporting custom suits, one with what you presume is a prom gown. But you see no signs of any supe work done here.

Just as you see an archway with a curtain, a sewing machine beyond just peeking behind, a wry old man with wild white hair passes through it. “Starlight!,” he grins, a crisp hint of German in his accent when he greets her.

“Hey Torsten. It's so good to see you. I know we’re both on a tight schedule, so I'll make this quick. This is Y/N, my friend I told you about.”

“You are the lady who needs a gown for a gala, correct?,” he inquires as he shakes one of your hands in both of his, peering at you over half-rim glasses.

“Yes, and unfortunately on short notice.”

“And you need full range of motion is my understanding. Are we expecting…trouble?” Before you can reply he winks. “No need to answer.  Your reasonings are not for me to know nor pry. If you're comfortable, I need to begin measuring you right away. You can tell me your ideas as I go. Yes?”

You nod and Annie finds a bench to sit on as he begins to work. He flicks and tracks a soft measuring tape about you, tossing you fabric and color ideas, muttering numbers in between. He is quick, precise, and you see exactly what Annie was talking about.

In a matter of short minutes, he drapes the tape over his shoulders and strides back through the curtain. He returns with a rack of what you assume are sample dresses. “Starlight, you know how your movement is when working. Help her compare these silhouettes, please.”

When Torsten disappears behind the curtain again, you turn to Annie. “He's …efficient?”

She nods. “Very. He's no bullshit. I've always liked that about him. I wish he could be my designer at Vought. But he's too good for those soul sucking leeches.” She pulls out a beige, chiffon dress off the rack with a teasing look. “So? Are we going with a puffy princess theme?”

“Go to hell,” you laugh.

You set to the task of raking over the samples your new tailor has presented. It's easy to shove aside anything overly glitzy or flashy. The mission requires you to be subtle, not draw attention. By the time your fingers skim over the last sample, you feel like a fish out of water.

“Help me out here, Annie. What would you look for?”

She contemplates the rack. “Well what are they teaching you? Are you sneaking in weapons?”

Your stomach drops for a split second when you feel the words form on your tongue; Billy is teaching me jiu jitsu. But you swallow them back and shrug, unnerved at how close you just came to letting the cat out of the bag.

Why don't you tell her all your wet dreams about him while you're at it?, the little voice sneers.

“Umm…what about the less you know the better? How far does that go?”

“I need a little context to be helpful here,” she deadpans behind a sequined nightmare.

You clear your throat before answering, “I think…some grappling stuff? Definitely some hand to hand. And some weapons training, but I doubt I'll be able to sneak anything into the event.”

“Okay. So our priorities are mobility, subtlety and classy enough for black tie.” Annie swipes out three of the samples and shoves them into the flashy reject pile. “Absolutely no mermaid cut.” She taps her chin before adding four more. “And nothing poofy, or has excess fabric.”

After a little more refining, the two of you manage to trim the choices down to three. Torsten returns to eye each one, glancing at you in between his silent judgements. “Do you favor one over the others?”

You shake your head.

He smiles slowly. “Would you like me to surprise you?”

You glance at Annie, who nods emphatically. “He's never been wrong. Trust me.”

You shrug. “What the hell. As long as I have it by the event, and I can take care of business, I'll leave it in your hands.”

“Wunderbar. I will begin immediately.” He shakes your hand. “Starlight, which of you should I deliver it to?”

^^^

You had made far quicker work of getting your dress taken care of than either of you expected. In which case, Annie had just enough time to grab a bite to eat before returning to Vought. You snag some quick delicacies at a food truck and slink off to one of Annie's favorite spots at the closest park.

Sitting on the bench, watching others wander about the park and each other, you eat your fill, making conversation with Annie between bites with a bit of contentment. A rare feeling with all the chaos that usually drowns your life. And you allow a little gratitude to silently wash over you.

You glance at her, certain Annie must be more grateful to have this brief moment this evening than even you. You catch her eye as she gives a slow smile. But the look in her eye doesn't seem to be gratitude. It's almost mischievous. Or suspicious.

You stare back, waiting. When her smile just grows, you shrug. “You know I'm not telepathic right?”

“Mmhm.”

“So what's the look for?”

“You just look happy. Like really happy.” She shrugs back. Then without missing a beat, “You got laid, didn’t you?”

You gape at her. “Jesus, Annie! That was subtle! No, I did not. Not that it's your business.”

“Shame,” she giggles. “I don't know what they taught you about body language last night, but they sure as hell didn't cover how to check your own. So…” She tilts her head in a dramatic flair of pensiveness. “Glowy, not getting laid. But your frustrated tone says you wish you were.”

“Oh God, Annie…”

“So must be new, something budding-” Annie stops dead. You stare back, aggravated as a new look on her face appears, dramatics and teasing gone. “Oh.” Her eyes widen a little. “Oh wait. Holy shit, you're seeing someone.” Then conspiratorially, “Are you in-?”

“Don't you dare finish that sentence,” you snap, your chest tightening. This was not happening. This was not supposed to be happening!

“Okay, okay, sorry.” She shifts in her seat on the bench to turn towards you. Full attention now and you resist the urge to squirm. “But you…you have someone, don't you? You're seeing someone.” She smiles, more reassuring now. “That's a good thing. Right?”

“I don't know,” you sigh. “It's-”

You hear more than see her eyes roll. “If you say ‘it's complicated’...”

“It is. It's complicated.”

She scoffs before lowering her voice. “I'm one of the Seven and my boyfriend is a former supe-killing vigilante, now a prominent member of the FBSA. And that's just the shorthand version.You wanna talk about complicated?”

You nod in defeat at that. “Then maybe you of all people will understand when I say…”

The words are difficult to catch, put them in a way that won't have you completely spilling your guts. You're in big trouble if Annie, whom you see fleetingly, is already catching a whiff of your feelings. You can only imagine Hughie's face if she figured it out and relayed it back to him. And Butcher..?

“Understand what?”

You turn to face her with a tinge of earnestness. “I don't know what this new thing is with this - person I'm seeing. But it's new, and complicated and exciting. And so very fragile. Which is why I would hope you, of all the people I know and talk to, would understand when I say I'm trying really fucking hard to keep it away from work. From this life we all live. For as long as possible.”

Not a complete lie, the little voice chirps in your skull.

Annie gives you a sympathetic look. “Yeah.” She heaves a sigh. “Fuck, yeah, I understand way more than I want to.” Just as you think you're off the hook, she asks, “Can I at least get a name? Tell Hugh-?”

“No,” you answer sharp, quick and unyielding. “No. I think this…thing should develop a bit more before I…you know.”

“Fine. If that's what you want, I'll keep your secret lover on classified.” Annie wags an eyebrow at you. “You just want to make sure they can rock your world before bringing them around, huh?”

“You're insufferable, Annie. Hughie is rubbing off on you.” The two of you share a few giggles over the bad innuendo before your phone buzzes in your pocket. You pull out the interrupting device and feel a jolt run through you. Speak of the devil.

The Boys about to clock out. Ditch Tinkerbell and get to the Flatiron in an hour.

“Is that them?,” Annie teases, pretending to crane her neck for a peek.

“Just Butcher,” you reply, sighing in exasperation to hide your eagerness. Maybe finally another rolling session. “More work, and on the double.”

Annie scoffs as you both begin to gather your things. “God, definitely keep him away from your love life.”

You prickle a bit, nearly remind her that she and Hughie technically met only because of Butcher in the first place. But then, from what Hughie had told you, Butcher had also made sure that their beginning had been one big, manipulative lie. And they both had been nearly killed for it. So you take advantage of Annie not even entertaining Butcher as an option, and nod tersely.

“Guess I should head back to work, too,” she sighs. She adjusts her cap low on her head again. “I'll escort you back along the way. Home or straight to the office?”

^^^

After a brief stop at home, you stroll through the office door with perhaps a touch of barely concealed enthusiasm. “Where's the fire?,” you call across the space.

“Did your lil britelite friend scurry back to her ivory tower?,” he ignores your question as he hunches over something at his desk. 

“Annie went back to the tower,” you answered, emphasizing her name, turning down the TV and its news babble as you pass.

“Good. Have fun shopping for yer prom dress? Giggling about like proper schoolgirls, I'm sure.”

You sidle up next to him at the desk, a witty retort forming before you get a glance of the papers stretched under his fingers. Dashes, letters, numbers and polygons catch your attention. “What's this?”

“Frenchie's work. Or the half-ass he could figure out anyway,” he grumbles at the chemical compounds.

“And? What did he find?”

“Still fuck all. Said the shit ain't adding up. And still nothing on that arsehole Walsh. This Persuasion shit is gonna persuade me to drink if we don't get anywhere soon.”

“Is that why you got a hold of me?”

Butcher finally turns from the science scrawling  to greet you. But the trademark smirk you're expecting is missing. “Nah. I needed you to get your pretty ass up here for training.”

“No ambush this time?”

He shakes his head. “No. I already cleared the space.”

You peek over your shoulder. Just as he said, the area was already cleared, floor bare and ready to go. How you didn't notice that upon walking in is beyond you. You begin to feel on edge. Is this a new lesson? Is he putting your new body language decoding to the test already?

You watch him as you follow him over to the open area of the office. Butcher gives no indication of his intentions, not any that you can read that is. But you can feel something off with him. Unreadable as ever. It's honestly beginning to get a little old.

You keep him in your peripheral as you start to move into position for your usual warm ups. He stops you short, saying, “Not this time. We're switching things up.”

“No warm up?”

He pegs you with a hard eye. “You think they gonna let you stretch out there when shit goes sideways?”

“No.” You stare back. “But I'm not out there just yet. Shouldn't we-?”

“Get your hands up.”

You do it almost in knee jerk response at his tone, an eerie level compared to his usual roguish cadence. It's …unnervingly calm for Butcher.

Your hands are barely up in time to catch his right arm as he swings at your head. 

Whatever lightheartedness there had been while out with Annie, it's all withered now. You step into him out of reflex, expecting he's setting up for a review of a throw. Butcher however has other plans, and you narrowly duck out of reach as his left hand snatches forward. You stumble back, back, back.

“What are we doing?” It comes out a little breathless as you watch him, not daring to blink. He had by no means gone full speed. But it had been too close even at that. Just the right amount of effort to put you on your toes, make you wary.

“Told ya - mixing things up. Right time you get your hands a little dirty.”

“Dirty how-” You're cut off as you manage to block a knee coming at you with your hands. It leaves you stumbling. “Butcher, the fuck?!”

“You can't go out there with just grappling. You know that.”

He's nearly on you in one long stride, and you duck past his left arm as he jabs. But you dodge too carelessly, right into his right hand. You flinch as you brace for a punch, but he grabs the back of your neck instead. His other arm becomes a vice. You're wrapped tightly against him and you try to catch your breath as he stares down at you.

“You do know that, yeah?” When you don't respond he continues with some frustration. “If I had a knife in my hand, the rest of it would be buried in your bloody guts right now. And a gun? Not a fucking chance.”

“I get that,” you bite out against his tight grip. “So what do you mean by getting my hands dirty?”

“I mean some shit that's a lil bit meaner.” He lets go and steps back to wag a finger at you. “If you think I'm gonna teach you to play fair, yer wrong.”

You take a couple steps back, trying again to read him, practicing your other new skills. The tension in his shoulders and chest tell you he's irritable. What's new there? His eyes give no other clues. His tone is still too level. You still can't figure out what's going on with him.

“So what dirty trick comes first?”

Butcher swings again, no warning. You step into him for a more careful block. He counters, locking your arm in his and you flinch again as he stops just short of headbutting you. His forehead presses against yours instead.

“That was easy, right? Throwing my skull about. And I've broke many a fucker’s face with that. But I've broken my own a time or two in the process, some I can't even remember. So don't ever do that unless you really fucking have to. Got it?”

Before you can say anything he pushes away from you. “What you do go after is all the tender bits. Eyes, nose, ears, throat, and everything with the short and curlies. Nothing is off limits.”

You nod.

“Say it!”

You blink at his snap and bark back, “Nothing is off limits! So what the fuck do I do to it?” You cut him off before he can answer. “Actually, no. I'm not doing shit.”

“Beg your fuckin’ pardon?,” he growls.

“The fuck is your problem, Butcher.”

“Oh, I'm looking at it.”

You quickly weigh your options of how to handle him, trying one last time to get a read on him. Then take a deep breath and throw the sane ones to the wind. “Stop pussyfooting with me. Give me a straight answer.”

His silence is heavy and glaring.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Another beat. “You could've taught this no different than the other times. What do you want?”

He keeps his lips sealed. He's been ornery before. But this is bodaciously aggravating. You feel hot, and not in the way he usually makes you feel.

“What is your problem asshole?!”

Finally a crack, and it slithers into that all too familiar smirk across his face. “Guess I didn't tell ya before.”

“Tell me what?”

“You look good enough to eat when you're this mad.”

And we're back to the other hot.

Oh no. You're not letting him get off that easy. “Give me a straight answer, or I'll walk.”

The smirks slightly falters. But his eyes still glint back at you. With that, you turn to call his bluff, catching a glimpse of the TV again as you do so. It's a news segment on the upcoming gala. Several photos of previous Vought parties and galas roll across the screen as the anchors give their spiel, showing off the supes.

“When you'd get the bullocks?”

A hand grabs yours. You didn't even hear him cross the floor. He continues, “You never talked to me like that before. Not really.”

You arch an eyebrow at him. “Thought that was the point. Growing a backbone and all that jazz before I have to go waltzing with those Vought pricks.”

The huffy tension in him slides just a little. “It is,” he admits. Finally. He glares at the TV. “And I don't nearly have enough time to teach you all you might need.”

You look back at the TV just in time to see a picture of a Vought Christmas party with Homelander and Maeve…

Oh.

…shit.

You turn back to Butcher, unsure what to say. All the options that came to mind felt pointless as your brain scrambles. What do you say? That was over a decade ago? There won't be any supes at the gala? You're gonna be fine? And then the words are out your mouth before you think, before you can catch them- 

“I'm not her.”

His eyes latch onto you, and surely as fast your own slip, he replies, “No you're fucking not.”

It has no bite to it, but it hits you in the gut all the same. And by the way he rapidly blinks, you realize it hit him, too. He rubs a hand over his face. Softer, almost hard for you to hear, “I meant…you're not. And I never taught her enough to not be either. Even if I had… it wouldn't've been fucking enough against him anyway.”

The uncertainty of what the hell to say to that is heavy, choking. Maybe it's your own foot in your mouth. It's almost certain you'd bungle it more and you were lucky enough he was still here in the office with you, let alone holding your hand. You don't know what the fuck to do.

Should've thought more about that widower thing, huh?

Butcher withdraws his hand. “That straightforward enough for ya?”

You nod, your brain no longer scrambling. “Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

He nods. “Yeah. Good.” He backs up, making a come hither motion. “Let's try this shit again. Start over.”

You can read him plenty well now. Because he's closed off, the subject is not to be brought up again. You feel more than see it in his shoulders, the way his mouth is set, the forced air of nonchalance. There's only the slightest undertone of anticipation, as if he's half waiting for you to leave.

“I'll take you home when we're done,” he says, a hidden message there in his eyes. Not a heated one with lusty promise but the closest to an olive branch he probably knows how to give. You might have asked for a straight answer. But you were damn sure not getting an apology. And you felt that he wouldn't hear one from you either.

You nod slowly. “Ok.”

^^^

You're not certain but the session felt short to you this time. Only an hour or so of Butcher walking you through all the vicious little ways you can hurt somebody. Simple tricks to remove an ear barehanded, where to strike at the throat, how little pressure it actually takes to blow out a knee. But even in that time you had become tired, more tired than normal it seems. You never quite shook off the heaviness of that moment and you noticed it clung to him, too, when he followed you into your apartment.

The idea of small talk to break the silence makes you almost cringe, so you turn to your bedroom to change into your sleep clothes. When you return, you walk out to find him leaning against the counter, staring into space. You pull him from his thousand yard stare by squeezing two of his fingers. You want to offer him some food but instead it comes out as, “You can stay.”

Butcher looks at you, mulls something over. Before he can say it, you offer an olive branch of your own. Not the only one you can think of but the only one you know he'd take.

“I want you to stay.”

Butcher eyes grow just a little softer. Then he nods. “Yeah. I'll stay.”

He pulls you into him, and you wrap your arms around him for an embrace that is too short for your liking. He gestures to your bedroom. “You're knackered. Get you some sleep.” Then after a beat, “I'll be here when you wake up.”

You nod, trying not to feel slighted and wish him a good night. As he heads to your couch, you try to just feel grateful that he's even here and hadn't ripped your fucking head off for your slip back at the office.

The rollercoaster of the day, however, leaves you just as restless as it does tired. You toss and turn into the wee hours of the morning, not quite asleep, not quite awake. Somewhere in that limbo you slip out of bed and pad back to your living room. You find him standing at the end of the couch, staring out the window, his dark eyes sweeping the rooftops and the skyline. As if searching the dark for something.

You don't say anything. Instead, you gently lace your fingers with his and pull him till he slowly turns away from the curtains. Butcher follows silently as you pull him down to the couch, and without a word crawls in behind you like the night of his injuries. Without a word, he pulls his coat over the both of you best as he can. And only then do you finally drift to sleep.

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Minsung - Hold My Hand Pt2 (18+)

MDNI 18+

Han Jisung x FemReader x Lee Know Trigger warnings: talks of pregnancy, cursing, protective Felix, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (Fem rec), mushy fluff, talks of what happened in part 1, this is a sequel read part one before reading this part. Probably more 

Word Count: 7.1k

Summary: After everything that happened, things seemed to be ok but then the boys seemed to be getting distant. Not sure why, you can’t bring yourself to ask, while dealing with that you are dealing with nausea and extreme tiredness. When the realization hits that you might be pregnant you call Felix in a panic, seeking his help in getting help and finding a way to tell the boys. Will everything work out in the end or will this be the end of the relationship? (Idk what to write for the summary.)

*This is way longer than I intended but it just kept coming and I didn’t want to do another part. 

Photos are not mine, credits go to photographers

It had been a few months since the incident, things had been better. Jisung had been so attentive that he was almost a completely different person, he never brought home his issues from the studio. Minho also made sure that if he had a bad day at the studio, he either talked it out before coming home or he went to the gym, he really did not want a repeat of what had happened. Both boys tried to spend as much time at home as possible but it was getting harder and harder because of the fact that they were preparing for their upcoming tour. It was rare right now for all three of us to be home at the same time, I don’t remember the last time that the three of us got to actually sleep in the same bed at the same time. Either Minho was home late from practice or Jisung was home late from the studio, and sometimes neither boy made it home for the night. Those nights became more frequent, and it was becoming more and more lonely. To make matters worse, for the last few weeks I have been feeling sick and tired and all I’ve wanted was their comfort but any time that I try to ask them for it they are too tired or too busy and I don’t know how much more of this I can handle before I break. The relationship that once felt like three now feels like two with me watching from the outside, no longer a part of it. 

Present:

Today seemed to be a particularly bad day in terms of the nausea and tiredness for me, I for the life of me couldn’t figure out what was going on and it was starting to worry me because of how consistent it was. I couldn’t talk to the boys because of how busy they’ve been, I also didn’t want them to worry about me on top of getting ready for their tour. I knew whatever it was would pass eventually and soon I would be back to normal, and then it wouldn’t matter if they knew or not because it would be over. 

The issue is that as I think about it, Han, Minho and I usually used protection and it had been a little over a month and a half since the whole incident and I don’t remember if we used protection or not. The realization that this might not just be some stomach bug but something much more life altering hits me and I don’t know what to do or what to think. The boys have been distant, I don’t even know if I am what they want anymore, if I am pregnant who's to say that they’ll want a baby. I begin to panic and break down crying, I know I can’t call Han or Minho until I know for sure, and there is only one of the members that I remember saying he wasn’t busy today. With shaky hands I grabbed my phone and pulled up Felix’s contact, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to do this by myself. After the first two rings he picked up, the excitement in his voice made this even harder for me. 

“Hey y/nnie, what's up?” “F-felix, I need your help. Um, are you busy right now?” “For you, never. What do you need help with?” “Can you take me to the store? I need to get something and I don’t think I can do it alone.” “Sure, but wouldn’t you rather have Han Hyung or Minho Hyung help you?”

���T-they’re busy with getting ready for tour and I don’t want to bother them unless I absolutely need to.” “Ok, I’ll be there to pick you up shortly.” He sounds unconvinced, that I don’t want Han or Minho. He’s right to be unconvinced because I do want them but I can’t until I know for sure whether or not I’m about to accidentally ruin their lives.

I sit on the couch crying to myself while I wait for Felix to get here. I know that I should make myself more presentable, it seems like something isn’t wrong but it’s hard to stop crying and it's hard to not overthink everything. I knew that once Felix saw my face he’d know something was wrong, if he didn’t know already by my voice from our earlier phone call. One thing about Felix is that he never waits down in the car, even when he’s here to get the other’s. He will always come up to the door. Part of me wishes that he would wait in the car so that I had more time to prepare myself but I knew better than to ask that of him. I barely have it together when I hear Felix knocking on the front door, I wipe my eyes the best I can and make my way to let him in. 

“Hey y/nnie, you ready to go?” His voice drops off at the end when he sees that my face is read with tear streaks.

“Yea, yea, I’m ready to go. Let me grab my purse and then we can head out.” I rush back into the living room, grabbing my bag. I hear the front door close, I know that Felix is going to ask what’s wrong and I don’t have the heart to lie to him. The man is a walking ball of sunshine, no one would be able to lie to him. 

“Y/n, what’s wrong? Why are you crying? Did the two idiots hurt you?” “No, it’s nothing like that Felix. But if it’s what I think it is, the result might hurt all three of us.” “Y/n, that response doesn’t help. What’s going on, why are you crying and why aren’t you wanting me to call Han and Minho to be here for you?” “Because, if it’s what I think it is, they wont want to be around me.”

“What did you do? Because those two are madly in love with you and would do anything for you.”

“I don’t know about that anymore, especially in the last month or so. They’re barely here anymore, deciding to sleep at the dorms more often than not, Felix. I'm starting to feel like an outsider in my own relationship. I don’t even know if they actually want to be with me anymore, I’m scared that if my assumptions are correct I’ll be alone.”

“Y/n, they love you more than anything. I’m sure if you talked to them, they’d make the effort to be here at night for you.” “Felix, this could ruin their careers. I can’t do that to them.” “Y/n, what could ruin their careers?” “Felix, I think that I’m pregnant.” “Oh, oh wow.” With that statement alone, I sent Felix into shock. I can’t imagine what it would do to Han and Minho. His reaction makes me break down into tears again, knowing that I’ll most likely be left to do this on my own.

“That’s why I need you to take me to the store. I need to make sure that I am before I tell them, even if they decide to end things with me, they at least deserve to know.” I hiccup out. “Y/nnie, shh. Calm down, they won’t leave you because of this. They are head over heels in love with you and would never and I mean never leave you alone to deal with this. I’m sure if they knew that you have been feeling like this they would not be staying at the dorms and would be here pampering you and catering to your every need.”

“I wish I could believe you Felix, but it’s so hard to.” “Let’s get you the test and then I’m calling those idiots before they ruin this.”

I decided not to argue with him, allowing him to lead me out of the apartment. We both donned masks in hopes to hide our identity a little bit in case fans recognised Felix. It didn’t take long to get in and out of the store, and back to the apartment. While I went and took the tests, Felix busied himself with whatever show was playing on the tv, something I had left on earlier. The five minutes it took for the tests to finish reading seemed like they took forever, and when the timer on my phone finally went off I could barely stand up off the side of the tub, not ready to know if my future held the boys or not. 

With shaky hands, I flipped the tests over, one after the other every test either had the positive sign or said pregnant. I dropped down to my knees sobbing, knowing that this could ruin Han and Minho, we hadn’t even talked about kids or even the prospects of possible marriage. Felix must have heard me crying because soon I heard him knocking on the door, asking if he could come in. With slow movements I open the door enough for him to know that he can come in, he looks from the tests to me and back to the tests. He can see that they are positive, he drops down to the ground with me, pulling me to him knowing that I need the comfort. I don’t know how long I sat on the bathroom floor with him crying, but it was long enough that I felt myself fall asleep. I was passed out enough that the movement of Felix lifting me didn’t wake me up, the next time I woke up was to the sound of a panicked Han and Minho rushing into the apartment but I didn’t have the energy to figure out how and why they were here.

Felix’s POV (Half an hour before Han and Minho arrive):

I was sitting in y/n’s living room waiting for her to call out to me when she knew the results, I knew that she was terrified that Han Hyung and Minho Hyung would leave if she was pregnant, but anyone with eyes that worked could see that those two were head over heels for her. She didn’t know this but some of the times that they said they were at work, practicing with Channie Hyung, they weren’t. They were actually out looking for a set of engagement rings for her, they both wanted to give her a ring that would then be sautered together, something from both of them. Why they spent the night at the dorms more often than here, I didn’t know. Maybe it’s because Han can’t keep anything from y/n and he didn’t want to spoil the proposal. 

As soon as I heard y/n sob, I knew that she needed support. I rushed to the bathroom, waiting until she gave me permission to enter. When I did, I saw her sobbing on the floor and the positive tests on the counter. I dropped to my knees and pulled y/n to me, with this motion she sobbed even harder. No matter how much I tried to get her to calm down and breathe nothing seemed to be working, finally after around thirty minutes she tired herself out and fell asleep which gave me the chance to lay her in their bed and call the two dumbasses to come take care of their girl who had been feeling this way for way to long. Y/n is like a little sister to me, even though she is only a couple months younger than me, I would do anything to see her happy and if that meant cussing out my Hyungs for being idiots, I would gladly do it. With her safely and comfortably in bed, I called the two dumbasses to get over here quickly. 

“Felix? Why are you calling, is everything ok?” Minho asks, confused, I can hear Han in the background asking why I was calling.

“You need to come to y/n’s apartment, she needs you, both of you.” “Why isn’t she calling us herself? You know what we are currently doing.” Minho answers suspiciously.

“Minho, forgive my abruptness. But you need to get both of your asses to her apartment before you lose her.”

“Lose her? What is going on?” Han answers panicked, Minho must have put the phone on speaker.

“It’s not my place to tell you, but I know she’s not doing ok mentally and she needs both of you here for her, like yesterday.” “Shit, ok. We’ll wrap up here and be there in like an hour.” “Minho, this isn’t something that can be put off. She is terrified and she needs you here for her, now you either get here now and be there for her or you actually risk losing her and your future with her.” “Felix, what do you mean our future with her?” Han cuts in, I can hear rustling around in the background, I can only assume that they are getting ready to leave wherever they are.

“I mean that she has been going through it and has kept it from you because she doesn’t want to add more stress, but it has hit its boiling point and I can’t make any promises that if she wakes up and you aren’t here, she won't leave.”

“Fuck, Minho. We cannot lose her.” Han panics as I hear them run out of wherever they were, I assume it’s the JYP building because I could hear one of the security guards ask if they were ok and Minho’s rushed yes. 

“We’ll be there in 15 minutes, please Felix if she wakes up before we get there make sure that she doesn't leave.” Minho begs, it’s the first time I have ever heard him do that.

“I will do my best but I’m not going to hold her against her will.” “Just please, please do your best.” I hear Han beg.

“I’ll do my best.” With that the call ends.

I sit in the living room, quietly playing on my phone hoping that she doesn’t wake up and that they get here soon because I want them to be happy. I know that if they knew, they’d be so happy, both of them want kids, and I know that they want those kids with y/n. And if they knew that their actions were hurting her, they wouldn’t continue to act this way. They’d find another way to keep the proposal a secret from her. Either traffic is really light or Minho broke multiple traffic laws to get here as quickly as he did. When he and Han burst through the front door, I shot them a glare, afraid that they’d wake y/n up and she needed as much sleep as she could get. 

Minho’s POV:

When I got the call from Felix, telling me that I needed to get to y/n’s apartment as soon as I could and that it wasn’t something that could wait I was terrified that something horrible had happened. I still believe that because Felix won’t tell me what’s wrong and why Han and I need to get to y/n’s apartment quickly. Much to the dancer’s dismay we both rushed out of the practice room and rushed to her place, her needs mattered more right now than dealing with the aftermath of angry dancers. Y/n was our everything and if we lost her because of some stupid mistake that we could have fixed easily. Han is hot on my heels when we rush into her apartment, we both look around for her but she’s nowhere to be seen. When our eyes land on Felix, he levels us with a glare, a silent warning to be quiet as he points to her bedroom, the door slightly closed. We both sigh in slight relief when we realize that she’s not gone, but asleep. We still have time to fix whatever it is that we ruined, or are in the process of ruining. 

“Felix, why did you tell us to get here as soon as possible?” Han asks slightly out of breath. Sitting down on her couch.

“Because she needs you both here. I can’t tell you why, it’s not my place to tell you. But I can tell you that she needs you now more than ever.” “Is she in there?” Han asks quietly, pointing at the bedroom door.

“Yes, she cried herself to sleep.”

“She cried?!” Both Han and I ask in a panic, hating when she cries. 

“Yes, I’ll wake her up for you. But then I’m leaving because I can’t fix this, only you two can.”

We watch as Felix gets up and walks into the bedroom, his protectiveness over y/n is calming because it’s nice to know that she has other people besides Han and I that she can rely on. It’s not long before they are both walking out into the living room, y/n is clinging onto Felix as if her life depended on it. I can see him lean down and whisper something into her ear, she shakes her head and seems to cling onto him even tighter. Whatever is bothering her, it’s enough that she doesn’t seem to want to tell Han and I by herself. I can see Felix pat y/n's arm as he sits her down on the couch across from Han and I. I can’t tell if he’s going to stay or not. I get my answer when I see him start to stand up, y/n practically refusing to let go of him. Whatever he says to her, seems to calm her down enough that she lets go. 

“Be there for her, and I swear to god if I get a call from her and she isn’t crying tears of joy. You two will wish you didn’t know me.” I’ve never seen Felix this upset. He doesn’t even give us a chance to respond before he’s out the door, leaving the three of us in the living room. Y/n has her arms wrapped around herself, before I can move Han is next to her, holding her. This movement seems to make her begin to cry. 

Your POV:

When Han wrapped himself around me, I couldn't hold it together and broke into tears again. The combination of hormones and tiredness from the days events and the past months events. Me crying seems to make Han hold onto me tighter, Minho doesn’t seem to know how to react but he still comes over and sits next to me. 

“Jagi, what’s wrong? Why are you so upset?” Han asks as he brushes the tears from my cheeks.

“P-please don’t hate me.” I sob harder.

“Jagi, why would we hate you? We could never hate you.” Minho answers from beside me.

“When it could ruin your careers, you might.” “Lovie, unless you somehow have nudes that got leaked I don’t think there is anything that you could do that could ruin our careers.” Han tries to joke but it makes me sob, knowing that he’s trying to comfort me when in a few seconds he’s going to hate me.

“Jagi, take a deep breath for me. We need you to breathe for us.” Minho tries to get me to take a deep breath. 

“C-can I g-get one more h-hug from you, before you hate me?” I cry as I ask.

“Jagi, you will get as many hugs from us for as long as you want.” Han answers for both of them, knowing that Minho isn’t always the best at expressing himself through words. 

I don’t answer them, instead letting each of them give me a tight hug, letting them hold me for a long time before finally pulling back and standing up. I begin to pace the living room, unsure of how to tell them. I know that I need to, it’s not something that I can keep from them and they deserve to know. I try to think of the best way to tell them, do I just come out right and say it, do I try to lead up to it? How do I tell them that they’re going to be dads?

“Love, please sit down. You’re making us nervous.” Minho tries to get me to sit down, but my nerves won't let me. “There’s something that I need to tell you. I know Felix already might have mentioned something, but please just listen and try not to hate me.” “Did you cheat on us?” Han asks, a slight tremor in his voice.

“God no, I could never do that to you.”

“Then I’m sure whatever it is ok, but take your time Jagi. We are here to listen whenever you are ready.” Minho answers before Han can dig them an even deeper hole.

“This isn’t easy for me to say, I don’t want to lose either of you.” I say with a tremor.

“You aren’t going to lose us.” Han responds, I look at both of them before taking a deep breath and deciding to just say it.

“Hannie, Minnie, I-I’m pregnant.” They stare at me in shock, neither saying anything. I begin to panic again, crying hard as every worst scenario runs through my head. Minho is the first to recover, rushing to stand up and come to me.

“You're pregnant? You’re sure?” He asks as he takes my face in his hands, looking into my eyes while wiping the tears. 

“Positive, I took six tests.” I respond, tears still falling, a shake in my voice. That seems to finally snap Han out of his shock because he rushes to me, wrapping me in his arms, pulling me away from Minho.

“You’re really pregnant Jagi? We’re gonna be parents?” He asks, almost hopeful but I can’t see it through the nerves and fears that they are going to leave me.

“Yes, I’m so sorry. I know, the timing isn’t good. But please don’t leave me.” I sob as Han pulls me into him even more. I can hear both of them sharply inhaling.

“Jagi, why on earth would we leave you when you are carrying our child? We love you, we would never and could never leave you to do this on your own.” Minho answers, pulling me from Han. I can hear Han whine in complaints but he doesn’t fight Minho. 

“Weren’t you already planning on leaving?” I hiccup out.

“Why on god's green earth would you ask that?” Minho asks, offended.

“You’re rarely here, ever since the incident you and Han are rarely here anymore. I just thought that you decided that I’m not for you anymore.”

“Jagi, are you talking about what happened around two months ago? When I got angry and took it out on you?” Han asks, almost scared of what the answer could be.

“Yes. You both have been so distant, choosing to stay at the dorms more than here, rarely calling or texting. I thought that maybe, after that happened you realized that a relationship with three people wasn’t what either of you wanted anymore.”

“Jagi, you are everything that we want, and more. And we are so sorry that we’ve been distant, we promise we didn’t mean to.” Han responds from behind me.

“Hannie, that was the night I got pregnant.” I decided to drop another bombshell on them.

“H-how do you know?” Han asks.

“I was ovulating during that time, and due to stress I forgot the pill a couple of times and me being 7 weeks pregnant lined up with that weekend. It can’t be any later than that and we haven’t had sex since then.”

“Surely we’ve had sex since then?” Han questions, looking to Minho for confirmation.

“Hannie, you haven’t had sex with me since that night. I don't know what you and Minnie have done together at the dorms but it’s been almost two months.” “No, no. That cannot be right, surely we haven’t neglected taking care of you in that long.” Han asks almost to himself. 

“Hannie, it’s really been that long.” Minho confirms what I’ve just told them.

“You’re telling me that our child has barely known Minho and I, and was conceived in a night of misplaced anger?” Han asks.

“Y-yes?” I answer questioningly.

“Well, that has to change. They cannot only know anger from me.” Han responds, before looking to Minho for confirmation that he wants to join. When Minho nods, Han is picking me up and carrying me into the bedroom. Minho follows behind us, kicking the bedroom door shut behind him. 

Han places me gently down on the bed, before pulling my shirt over my head. Leaving me in only my sleep shorts, Han kisses my lips and then begins to move down to my neck and then working down to my stomach, I expect him to go lower but he doesn't. He kisses my stomach, pressing kisses all over it, trying to show the baby his love. Minho seemed to get tired of waiting his turn and pushed the younger man out of the way. Han grumbled his complaints but they fell on deaf ears as Minho quickly kissed my lips before moving himself down to where he could easily kiss my stomach. Han, bored of waiting his turn again, came to sit up by my head and began to kiss me all over the face and neck. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to be fully immersed in the feeling of the two men around me. I could feel Minho’s lips on my stomach and Han’s lips on my neck. I soon felt a hand grab my breast, I didn’t bother opening my eyes, not even caring to see which man it was. I soon felt a tug on my sleep shorts, I knew that it was Minho, he was always impatient when it came to getting me naked. If he could, I think he would have me naked all the time, in his mind and words it just meant easier access for him and Hannie. Not that I would complain, I knew the moment I told them to stop they would, even after what happened I knew that they would stop. 

I lifted my hips, allowing Minho to slip my sleep shorts and panties off, leaving me completely naked and at their mercy. I thought that it was completely unfair that I was fully naked while they were fully dressed still, I looked at Han who was the easiest target out of the two of them. I tugged at his shirt while letting out a soft whine, hinting to him that I wanted it off. I felt both men move off of me and when I looked, they were both pulling off their shirts. No matter how many times I see them, they take my breath away each time, I don’t think that I will ever get used to seeing them like this. Minho takes his place between my legs again, while Han is back by my head. I look up at Han, almost breathless when I see his tattoos on full display, I can’t believe that I get to see these. If stay got to see them, they’d lose their minds. Minho must have gotten slightly annoyed that I wasn’t paying attention to him because I soon felt him press a kiss to my clit, causing me to let out a moan. Han immediately kissed me, eating up every moan that left my mouth as Minho began to eat me out like a man starved. 

Minho sucks my clit into his mouth, applying just the right amount of suction and pressure with his tongue. I could hardly keep my moans in, not that they wanted me to. I soon felt Han grab at my chest, flicking and gently squeezing my nipples between his thumb and middle finger. My chest was already sensitive, so adding the pleasure from Han made me reach my peak even quicker. What sent me over the edge was when Minho began to finger me along with eating me out, the moans that I let out were beyond what either man expected from me. It didn’t take long before I was reaching my peak, cumming all over Minho’s face and fingers. When Minho finally emerged from between my legs, I could see my release all over his face. If I was more coherent I would try to find it in myself to be embarrassed but I honestly couldn’t. 

Han gets impatient and moves down to crowd Minho between my legs, the older man who would usually scold the younger man doesn’t say anything and instead moves up to be by my head. He doesn’t immediately go for my chest like I expected him to, instead he lays by me with his hand resting on my stomach, almost holding it protectively even though there isn’t a bump yet. I was so focused on Minho that I didn’t notice Han again until I felt his tongue prod at my entrance, catching me off guard I let out a moan and grip onto Minho. Minho doesn’t seem to care and continues to gaze at my stomach with a look in his eye that I can’t quite place. Han, enjoying himself, begins to eat me out with everything that he has, trying to make up for the last time he and I had sex. Knowing that it wasn’t as pleasant for me, he wanted this time to be different, rather than a rough fucking he wanted this time to be a sweet love making. Already stimulated from the first orgasm, it doesn’t take me long to get close to my climax. When Han realises that I’m close, he moves his tongue up to my clit and begins to finger me as well. Within seconds I am sent over the edge again, he eats up my release as if it’s his favorite meal. When I finish, he pushes himself up and off the bed. Immediately I watch as he pulls both his pants and boxers off, his cock stands at full attention, I feel Minho get up from beside me and watch as he follows Han in taking off his pants and boxers, also just as hard. 

“Minho Hyung, c-can I go first? I know you usually do, but just this time can I?” Han asks Minho, hopeful that the older man will let him.

“Hannie, it’s not up to me today. Jagi is in charge.” 

“Minho, lovie. Would you be upset if Hannie goes first?” I ask, not wanting to upset either man.

“Not at all, tonight is all about you. Are you wanting him to go first to replace the memories of last time?” “Y-yes, I don’t want my body to be subconsciously scared to have sex because of last time.”

“Oh Jagi, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Han comes up to me, hugging me. 

“I know, I know Hannie. I want to replace that memory though.” “Then we will replace that memory with one that you won't ever be able to forget.” Han responds, kissing my forehead. 

“Hannie, make sure she is prepped enough.” Minho instructs Han, as he usually goes first 

“Always.”

Han climbs over me until his hips are positioned between my legs, his cock prodding at my entrance. We already know that I am wet enough with having two orgasms and their spit, he just has to go slow. I look up at Han, I can see the question swimming in his eyes, is this ok? Is he ok to begin pushing in? Am I feeling ok to do this? I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, nodding as I lean up and kiss him, with confirmation I feel him begin to push in. He is able to push in with relative ease, and when he bottoms out we both let out moans. I feel Minho lean over me, I look over to him and see him gently press a kiss to Han’s lips before he leans down to press a kiss to my lips. 

“Jagi, can I move?” Han struggles above me, wanting to move but also wanting to wait until I’m ready.

“Please Hannie.” I almost begged. 

“Jagi, you don’t have to beg. Whatever you want tonight, you’ll get.” Han and Minho respond at the same time, I let out a laugh at how in sync they are. 

“Please move Hannie, I want to feel you. All of you.”

That’s all the confirmation that he needs, I feel him move his hips back before pushing back into me. I can’t get over the feeling of him, the warmth of his skin against mine and the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me is almost too much to handle. His thrusts pick up in pace just slightly, his hands grab my hips and tilt them just right to where he is repeatedly hitting my g-spot over and over. It doesn’t take long before I am being sent over the edge again, Minho kisses me while Han kisses my neck. After a few more thrusts Han finishes, groaning into my neck. He pulls out slowly, trying to not overstimulate me even more than I already was. 

“Lovie, do you want to stop? We can stop for the night.” Minho asks.

“No, no I want to feel you too.” I practically sob into his stomach at his suggestion.

“Ok, ok, we’ll go slow.” He sounds hesitant but knows that I’ll ask him to stop if it becomes too much.

I feel Minho switch spots with Han, I close my eyes allowing myself to be even more immersed in the pleasure that both men offer. Minho nudged his head into my neck, kissing it as he slowly pushes himself into me. I let out a high pitched moan while he lets out a low groan, I open my eyes to look for Han but I can’t see him or feel him. 

“Minnie, where is Hannie?” “He’s drawing you a bath. I know I won’t last long and after three orgasms neither will you.” “He’s so sweet.” I cry out as Minho pushes fully into me.

“He loves you, he wants the best for you. And now he wants the best for you and the baby.” Minho answers matter a factly.

Minho gives me a few seconds to adjust to him before he is pulling himself out and slowly thrusting back in. This isn’t at all like how it normally is, where it’s quick and fast, it’s slow and sweet. All he cares about is my pleasure, making sure I finish one last time for the night. I can already feel myself reaching my high, and from the way Minho is shaking above me, I can tell that he’s close as well. 

“Minho, lovie. Harder please.” “I don’t want to hurt you or the baby.” He says hesitantly.

“You won’t, a little harder won’t hurt either of us. I promise.”

He complies and goes a little harder, not enough to hurt but enough to get me to my peak quickly. He can tell that I’m reaching both of my breaking points, the point where the pleasure is too much and I’ll need to stop and the point of my peak. He wants me to finish before it becomes too much for me to handle. He thrusts into me, once, twice, thrice more times and I reach my climax. He finishes with me, my clenching pushing him over the edge. When he comes down from his climax, he can tell that I’ve entered subspace, this time he isn’t worried when I can’t really respond. I sleepily blink up at him, smiling when my eyes meet his, he smiles down at me before looking towards the bathroom where Han must have just come from.

Han’s POV:

When I come out of the bathroom, I see that y/n and Minho are finished, she’s sleepily blinking up at him while he’s looking down at her with all the love in the world. When he hears me enter the room he looks up at me, holding the same look towards me that he had for her. It makes my heart stutter, knowing that this great man not only loves y/n but loves me. That these two amazing people love me and that I get to spend the rest of my life with them. 

“Is she ok?” I ask quietly as I walk up to the bed. 

“Yea, she’s ok. She’s in subspace though, if you want to take her into the bathroom. I’ll change the sheets and then we can all go to bed.”

“A-are you sure I should be the one to help her? You usually help her when she enters subspace.”

“Hannie, love. She trusts you, we both know you would never let anything happen to her.” “O-ok.” I answer unsure still.

I walk the rest of the way over to the bed, gently lifting her up. She’s still awake but out of it, when she sees me, she snuggles her head into my neck breathing in my scent as she claimed to do in the past. I look over to Minho one last time before turning to walk into the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, I gently step into the tub lowering both of us into the water. She sighs at the warmth of the water before fully relaxing into me, she slowly looks up at me and blinks the smallest yet brightest smile on her face. I lean down and kiss her cheeks, trying to keep her awake until Minho lets me know that the bed is all made and ready for us to go to bed. Minho must be some type of wizard or something because it’s barely even ten minutes later that he’s calling out that the bed is made and ready for whenever we are ready. I can tell that y/n is about ready to fall asleep, so I stand from the tub, holding her again and once out of the water and tub I set her on the counter so that I can dry her off and slip on a new sleep shirt, a shirt that happened to be Minhos. I don’t bother with any panties, knowing that she’d likely get annoyed by them and take them off in the middle of the night. I slip on a pair of boxers quickly before carrying her into the bedroom, laying her down in the middle of the bed. Both Minho and I climb in on each side of her, Minho sits her up and has her drink some water and eat a granola bar before allowing her to fall asleep, knowing that if she didn’t she’d feel it in the morning. He places a quick kiss to my lips, before kissing her head and turns out the lights. I know there is a rough road for us but with them I know it’ll be ok. 

Five years Later - 

Your POV:

The boys had an interview and wanted our little girl Harper and I to be there watching off to the side. It had been a hard five years but neither of us would trade it for the world. Harper was an amazing little girl and she loved both her dads with everything she had. In the end we decided not to get a paternity test, not caring who the biological father was because in the end both men were her father. But at the end of the day, Harper was basically Minho’s twin, it was crazy how much she looked like him. Hannie was hoping that the baby I was currently carrying would be his, not that he actually cared. That man was so protective of Harper, it gave Minho a run for his money. 

“Momma, look, look there’s daddy.” Harper pointed onto the stage, seeing both of her fathers, she hadn’t gotten to the point where she tries to differentiate Minho and Han yet. Part of us hopes that she never does but we all know that’s wishful thinking.

“Yeah, there they are. Are you excited to see them?” “Yea, maybe they’ll let me get ice cream.” She says with hope, knowing that Minho will cave, she has him wrapped around her finger. 

“Maybe lovie, maybe.”

We watch while they finish and before we know it, they’re rushing off the stage towards us. They give Harper a quick kiss before planting a kiss on my lips and belly, I see Felix coming up behind them. Before any of us can stop him, he’s taking Harper from me with a mischievous glint in his eye. 

“Go you three, Seungmin and I will watch Harper tonight. Enjoy the night together.” “Are you sure Lixie? She can be a handful.” I ask him.

“Shhh, don’t make him rethink his offer. I want some quality time with my wife and husband.” Minho jokingly hisses. I decide not to comment and wait for Felix to respond.

“I’m sure, it’s been a minute since I’ve gotten to spend some quality time with my niece. Uncle Lixie needs some good Harper cuddles.” He responds by giving Harper a sloppy kiss on the cheek, which causes her to giggle. “Uncle Lixie, stop. You’re getting my cheek all slobbery.” She groans and playfully pushes at Felix.

“Go you three, we got her for tonight.” Seugnmin says from behind us.

“Do you need any of her clothes?” I ask, now always the worried parent.

“We have everything that she would need. Clothes, toothbrush, stuffies, bed. She’ll be ok, spend time together before the little one gets here.” Felix urges us. 

“Minho, Han, y/n. Seriously go, if you want I’ll stay with the two disasters so that you know Harper is ok.” Chan says from further in the room.

“Channie Hyung, you just want an excuse to spend time with Harper. Just admit it.” Felix teases. “So what if I want to spend time with my niece, have you seen her? She’s the cutest thing in the world.” Chan swoops in and steals her from Felix, before rushing off with her. 

Minho, Han and I watch as he rushes off with Harper, Felix and Seungmin hot on his heels. Minho grabs onto both Han and I, leading us out of the building, taking advantage of the fact that we now have a free night to ourselves. What I expect from Minho is a sex proposition but instead he surprises both Han and I.  “I say, we have a nice candle light dinner, give y/nnie here a much needed massage and then call it a night and sleep in for as long as we want.” “Minho, my love. You are a genius.” Han responds before I can even say anything, but I wouldn’t complain about going to bed early after getting a massage and getting to sleep in. Our life isn’t perfect but neither of us would trade it for the world.

[homo-house]

a little life - VI. dear comrade; ch. 3. (p. 677-678) by hanya yanagihara

[sweetvalentinescandy]

im so disappointed in my art lately . im not a beginner artist, but i feel like everything i do looks like i am . i feel like it would only be acceptable for a beginner . i havent made any progress since i was 11 . today is not a good day

[dreamstar-moonlight]

WHAT?!?!?!?!

Another random poll because they are fun and tumblr has given me too much power and I love looking at data.

Masc / fem here does not indicate gender; I just wanted it to be easier to understand for non-music people. If your range spans more than one of these, first of all I fear you but just pick whichever you prefer to sing in.

If you don't know your vocal range, you can test it here!

[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ YES, I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND, AND YES, SHE'S REAL! ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ streamer!au: what happens when your gamer boyfriend brings you on-screen for the first time?

contents: fem!reader. use of she/her pronouns + reader is referred to as gojo's girlfriend. toji slander bcs he deserves it.

author's note: everyone welcome streamer!gojo to the world! he'll be here for a while...

"oh, please," satoru laughs, leaning back and grinning at the screen in front of him. he tosses his hair, but it falls back into his eyes just seconds later. "no way you guys all thought i would lose that one. c'mon, have some faith in me!"

you watch satoru reply to the hundreds of comments lighting up the side of his monitor, smiling endearingly at the way he laughs at some and practically chortles at others.

it was only after the two of you started dating that satoru disclosed his streaming hobby, and to your surprise, he was pretty popular. thousands of people tuned in to watch him play some game or another every night, and well, it paid better than you'd expect.

satoru whistles, hands resting comfortably behind his head as a particular question catches his attention. "ah, do i have a girlfriend?" he muses, grinning as he shoots a quick side-glance at you. "yeah," he continues, snorting when what looks like a flurry of no fucking way's flood the chat.

he clicks his tongue disappointedly, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "what, did all eight thousand of you think i couldn't pull? thanks a lot," satoru deadpans, waving his hand and sighing dramatically. "i don't know what any of you mean. i'm a catch!"

you snicker at that, and your laughter only increases when satoru turns and gapes at you. he juts his bottom lip out, face sinking into an adorable pout at he crosses his arms. "even my own girlfriend's laughing at me," he mumbles petulantly. "hmph!"

satoru sticks his tongue out at you childishly, and you blow a kiss back. he pretends to faint before turning back to his monitor, quickly skimming the comments before he gasps. "what do you mean, she probably doesn't exist?!" he sputters, clutching his heart exaggeratedly.

the look on his face is priceless — imagine getting told by thousands of people that one, they think you can't pull, and two, that they don't even believe your significant other exists. naturally, satoru reacts as dramatically as ever. he pretends to ignore everyone in the comments before calling them out individually.

"oh, i see you, toji... fishy-guru," satoru gripes, wagging his finger at his screen. "my girlfriend exists and she's mine! don't even think about it." he pauses, squinting at the chat before correcting himself with an eyeroll. "fushiguro. whatever. either way, she's real and she's all mine."

satoru swivels his chair to face you, making an incredulous face as he gestures to the screen. "can you believe this?" he grumbles, ocean-blue eyes focused on you. "these guys don't think you're real."

you shrug, toying with the corner of his sheets as you smile back at satoru. he's so childish, but that's just one of the many things you adore about him. sure, he's an annoying brat, but at least he's a total sweetheart too.

your boyfriend extends his hand, beckoning you to come over to him. "c'mon, darling," he cooes, scrunching up his nose at you. "wanna help me prove these losers wrong?" satoru mouths please, and the puppy eyes he gives you are cute enough to convince you.

so you hop off his bed, running a hand through your hair as you stroll over to where he sits in front of his monitor. beaming like a kid on his birthday, satoru takes your hand and twines his fingers with yours.

smiling smugly, satoru pulls you on screen and into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. you watch the chat erupt with she's real's and how did he pull a girl like her's and smile, flicking satoru's forehead affectionately.

he ignores the thousands of dumbstruck users in his comments and holds you close to his chest, adjusting his grip on your waist to make his lap as comfortable as possible for you. satoru's adoring eyes are fixed on you, only you, even as his chat explodes.

suguru-geto: haha i already knew

toji-fushiguro: how the fuck did a loser like him pull her?

yuuji-itadori: gojo has a girlfriend??? what did i miss??