#it's at the point now that i start stress crying when i open up indeed. and i factor that 20-30 mins into my job hunt timer as a break. lol

[stirdrawsandreblaws]

found out picarto (OBS, really) supports osx now. just revived my old account.

maybe. spending a little time drawing, and potentially getting tips, will help my brain a bit.

[rie-092]

FATHER, CAN I DIE?

✶﹒ platonic yandere! manhwa fathers x suicidal/overworked daughter! reader

summary : maybe they should just lock you in your room to make sure that you won't do something dangerous.

a.n : i plan to make this a series, what do you think?

abel heilon

let's start with the most chill platonic yandere! out of the guys that i will feature in this post! abel heilon, the duke of the north with a simple mindset of 'if you mess with me then i'll mess with ya' we all know how protective he is with fiona and siegren. but just imagine, what if— just what if he has an illegitimate child who's related to him by blood that he hid from the public's eyes.

anyways, the first time he met you. he became sure of one thing. damn, you were indeed his child. with that silver hair, blue eyes and personality of yours— you were indeed his child. he can't deny that because you looked like a kid version of him. well, it's not like he is denying it tho— but what the fuck is wrong with your brain anyways?!

he doesn't know if you were abused before he met you. but why in the hell are you so obsessed with suicide anyways?! why the fuck are you even throwing yourself in battles when you were a support mage?! for the fuck sake! stop! yes, you have above average amount of mana! but the hell?! you're not as strong as fiona nor siegren! stop it!

if it's not for siegren then he wouldn't know the fact that you happily greeted the assassin that was sent by the imperial family. according to him, before siegren saved you from the assassin you even have the guts to propose to that damn assassin about committing suicide together since according to you, you have fallen in love with him— hearing that story, abel couldn't help but facepalm. (first name), you're thirteen! and that assassin is already thirty-six or worse, older!

maybe because of the stress of managing the north and keeping you safe from your suicide attempts. abel finally snapped.

look, abel likes watching you enjoying your freedom. but damn, if he doesn't do anything about this— he might end up burying you before you even reach the age of 18. he won't hurt you, he swears. that was the last thing that he will do to you. but that doesn't mean that he can't take preventive measures to make sure that you were safe.

platonic yandere! abel heilon was one of the chillest platonic yandere that existed. he will let you do anything that you want, he won't take away your freedom nor hurt you. he isn't also overbearing to the point that it was suffocating. but don't make him snap, because he can be the most suffocating and controlling parent existed.

now, on your sixteenth birthday— to celebrate it. you decided to jump onto the freezing river near the manor. you expected that you'll wake up inside your room— but no. when you opened your eyes, you were inside an unfamiliar room that has no windows. seeing that you can't use your magic, you were sure that there's a magic restricting device placed around here. what the hell is happening?

the door had opened, you looked at who it was and saw abel looking at you with a smug grin. you tried to ask him what is going on but instead of replying— abel only ruffled your hair saying that it will be only him and you from now on. and that was when you realized one thing— abel had taken your freedom away from you.

but abel didn't care. cry until you have no tears left, he doesn't care. the only thing that he cared about was keeping you alive. and this is the only thing that he know to achieve his goal. but don't worry, he will visit you everyday and give you books to make sure that you won't get bored. so, can you stop being a btch and appreciate his efforts?

he doesn't care if your eyes lost its usual enthusiasm and spark. he doesn't care if you stop eating at some point— because abel can shove the food inside your mouth to make sure that you stay alive.

oh, by the way— fiona was the one who made the room where you were staying now. she just wanted to make sure that you were safe! and the only place where you can be safe is the place where you can't use magic! so, forgive them, will ya?

“should i just cut off your arms? so that you won't be able to use your magic again?”

gallahan lombardy

okay, as far as you know— you are not really a suicidal type of person. but for your father, gallahan lombardy you are. because for gallahan, overworking is another way to try to kill yourself after all.

gallahan is a sweet person, i swear. he won't hurt you at all and isolating you? no, no, no, gallahan won't do that! but he still couldn't help but become paranoid when it came to you. you were way too focused on studying— maybe because of the pressure that you were getting from the other people.

your sleep only lasted for two or four hours, you always isolate yourself inside the library. and gallahan didn't like it at all— look, you need to take it easy and rest. the only time you leave the library was when gallahan and tia drag you outside to eat in a cafe or buy new clothes.

platonic yandere! gallahan loves to spoil you. you wanted to buy books? here you go. want to try home-cooked foods? sure, he'll cook it for you. do you want to go to the festival with tia? alright! as long as he will go with you two.

but then, a certain event made gallahan snap. it was a normal day and gallahan entered the library to drag you outside so that you could socialize with the family. but then, he saw you unconscious on the floor, buried in the books and your nose was bleeding. gallahan was panicking, he didn't know what to do. what if you don't wake up? what if something bad happens to you? or worse— what if you die? if it wasn't for shananet who saw her younger brother's panicked face and her niece's condition. then gallahan won't be able to calm down and call the family doctor.

and what is the doctor's diagnosis? you were overworked. and after hearing that, rulac lombardi, your grandfather along with your auntie and uncles saw how your father's face darkened while looking at you who was peacefully sleeping on the bed.

and then, after that incident. you couldn't help but become confused when gallahan didn't scold you— instead, when you woke up. you saw him smiling softly at you. he didn't even ask you to take it easy. he just lets you do what you want.

but what you found odd was your father started giving you foods and drinks everytime and after consuming those things. you started feeling tired and before you knew it, you always ends up asleep. and once you woken up, you were already on your room. with tia cuddling with you while your father was asleep while sitting on the chair next to your bed also asleep.

knowing how innocent your father was, you never suspect a thing. you just kept on eating and drinking the things that he was giving to you. and you never questioned why you always get tired after it. your father loves you so much, so he wouldn't do anything— right?

plot twist, gallahan actually puts drug on your food and drinks to make sure that you will take a rest and never overwork yourself again. but a year later, you started losing your sense of sight because of it. but gallahan and tia don't care when you have them? oh, just thinking about their sweet (first name) being dependent on them was enough to make them very happy.

“sorry, honey! this is just a precaution, okay?”

[girlwithherheadinthestars]

academic rivals prompt list pt. 1

person a creeping up behind person b to lean over their shoulder to see their test score then person b detecting their presence and whirling around to hit them in the face with their calculator

alternatively, person a sees the test score and crows with laughter "HA I GOT .5 POINTS MORE THAN YOU" (also probably gets hit in the head with a calculator)

dead silence as they sit next to each other in class, not making eye contact, looking all business like.

person a: well well well.

person b: indeed

*le dramatic silence*

person a: did you study?

person b: oh not that much i just stayed up for 24 hours straight then summoned the spirit of heisenberg using voodoo dark arts to explain the uncertainty principle to me

person a: amateur i've been up for two days straight surviving on caffeine alone studying the material and the author of our textbook is tied up in my basement so i can ask him questions

person c doing better than both a and b on a test

a and b glaring at c

person a: they die.

person b: i have a shovel i'll bury the body

also, alternatively, person c starts making fun of b.

person a: *death glare* only i make fun of b. take a step back before i break your legs.

a and b go to study at the same library, not expecting to see each other, and then when they do they glare at each other from afar and sit on opposite ends of the table

and then they start stealing glances at each other

a loves hates the way b's brow scrunches up when they're confused, how they push up their glasses, how they sip their coffee

b loves hates it when a runs a hand through their hair in frustration, licks their finger to flip the page of a book, draws absentmindedly on their own hand to relax

when university acceptances come out, both of them get so stressed and open the application portals together, hugging each other and sobbing and then when they both get in they kiss in triumph and then when they come to, they jump back, blinking

*le sexual tension silence*

"that never happened"

"yup."

*awkward handshake*

"good job"

"yeah"

also, imagine person a checking their dream school application portal and not getting in.

b sees the look on a's face change and realizes.

they go over to them and wordlessly hug them, letting them cry into their shoulder

one of a and b's teachers being their literal parent

teacher: a, apologize for calling b an underachiever.

a: *grudgingly* sorry b

teacher: now b, apologize for calling a....what did you call them again?

b: *mutters* i called them thomson's model of the atom because it was incorrect and useless

teacher: yes. that. *sigh* apologize.

b: sorry a

teacher: now hug it out

a and b making disgusted faces

teacher: hug it out.

a and b: *awkward hug*

(the teacher is invited to their wedding)

part. 2

part. 3

[multifandomlover01]

Spencer Reid Anxiety Comfort

Established Relationship

WC: ~1.3k

Disclaimer: Based on my own anxiety so I’m sorry if it’s not exactly everyone’s experience with it but I think I made it vague enough

Warning: depictions of anxiety (chest tightness), and anxiety attacks (crying, shallow breathing) but it’s not too graphic or detailed

Note: reader is a child behavior specialist (expert on children victims, perpetrators and witnesses; debriefs kids after they’ve been through a trauma) bc that’s how I view/write myself in the CM universal.

Gif credit: once-upon-an-imagine

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Spencer and you were relaxing at home after a week long stressful case. The children were saved but there was a point where they very well might not have been. As the child expert, there was a lot of stress on you in particular, especially as you dealt with the parents and debriefed the kids.

As you were lying there on the couch in Spencer’s arms, you started to realize that your chest was tight. It was a very uncomfortable feeling. Spencer seemed to notice a shift in your body language.

“You ok?” He asked softly, a hint of concern in his voice.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” You say but you are indeed uncomfortable.

And he could tell by your tone of voice and body language that you were not quite relaxed.

“Is it the case?” He begins to caress your arm lightly. “Got you all wound up, did it?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s wrong? Can you tell me?”

“Chest is tight.”

“Yeah? Want me to help you relax? Do some deep breathing exercises with you?”

“Please.” You nod, your chest tightness getting more uncomfortable.

“Of course, hon. Just relax…let yourself fall back into me like this.” He caressed your arms more and pulls you back into him. Your back is against his chest. “Comfortable? At least as much as you can be?”

“Mhm.”

“Ok…I want you to take a slow deep breath and hold it while I count. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?” He wraps his arms around you.

“Yes.”

“Good. Now I want you breathe in for me and hold it, ok?”

“Ok.”

“Nice and deep, alright? Here we go. Taking a deep breath in for 1, 2, 3.” He whispers softly and takes a deep breath along with you. “Holding it for 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7…and letting it go for 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.” He lets it go with you.

“Deep breath in for 1, 2, 3. Holding it for 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. Letting go for 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. “

He repeats this and does it with you for several minutes as he holds you with just the right amount of pressure to assure you that he’s there with you. It’s not too much so as to not overwhelm you. The chest tightness slowly diminishes.

“Feeling better?”

“Mhm.”

“Good.” He kisses your head.

—

“Y/N?” He knocked on the bathroom door.

You didn’t answer right away but he could hear your shallow breathing.

“Y/N/N? You ok?”

“Y-yeah.” You call out, your voice wavering slightly.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah!” You tried to say in a clearer voice.

“Can I come in?”

He heard a sniffle. He didn’t get a response and didn’t wait for one. He opens the door and enters the bathroom. His heart breaks when he sees your flushed face and red eyes.

“Oh, sweetheart.” He says softly as he takes a step closer to you. “Why didn’t you tell me you were crying?”

You avert your gaze to the floor and don’t respond and he takes another step closer to you.

“May I touch you?” He asks.

He just wants to help. He hates seeing you like this. You know this. You look back up at him and nod.

“Ok…I’m going to touch your shoulder, ok?”

“Ok.” You nod and smile.

He puts an arm on your shoulder and caressed it. “Can you tell me what you’re feeling right now, hon? Chest tightness, chest pain, shortness of breath? What’s got you all worked up, hmm?”

“I…got really anxious about all of the reports I have to fill out. There were just so many and I wasn’t getting them done fast enough. And if I tried to work faster, the integrity and accuracy would go down and then I’d get in trouble for it and have to redo the reports. I’m nowhere near as fast and efficient as you are. I’m surprised Hotch hasn’t made me take courses to improve my efficiency.”

He listened to you intently. You had his full, undivided attention. He didn’t cut you off. He waited until you were finished talking.

“I can help you with your reports if you’d like.”

“I think I’m really supposed to be the one to do them.”

“We don’t have to tell Hotch.” He shrugs, trying to lighten the mood a little.

You chuckle lightly. “I think Hotch has our writing styles down pretty well. I think he’d be able to tell.”

“Are you sure?”

“Pretty sure.” You nod.

“You sure I haven’t studied your writing style well enough to fool him?”

“I don’t know…have you studied my writing style?” I asked curiously.

“A little, yes.”

“And you think you could convince Hotch that you’re not writing the report…of a debrief that I gave that you weren’t there for?”

“I’ve been studying you and your behavior pretty closely for years at this point. I think I’d be able to do a pretty good job.” He has a smug grin on his face.

“Ok Dr. Smarty Pants…care to put that to the test?”

“Are you saying you’ll let me?” He asks, hopeful.

“I’m saying I wanna see you try to write like me. And then we’ll see how it goes.”

“You won’t regret it, I promise.” He squeezed your arm. “Are you feeling any better? You’re not crying anymore.”

“No.” You chuckled. “That’s true. I’m not.”

“Distraction is a very efficient method of calming anxiety. So is deep breathing. Do you need me to take some deep breaths with you?”

“No. I think I’ve calmed down enough. Thank you, though.”

“Of course. That’s what I’m here for. You wanna go see if I can forge your writing style, then?”

You chuckled. “Sure. Why not?”

“I’m hopeful I can do it.”

“I’m sure you are.”

You both exited the bathroom. You went over to your mountain of paperwork on your desk. He sat down in your desk chair. He looked over the report that you had stopped in the middle of and studied it for a few minutes. Then he picked your pen up and began finishing the report (which was already about halfway done). In a few minutes, he’d finished the report. He gave it to you to review.

“Read that and tell me you didn’t finish that report.”

You looked over what he had written. Your handwriting was replicated. Your choice of words was replicated. It was indeed impossible for someone who wasn’t he or you to know that you hadn’t written this whole report.

“See? I told you I could mimic your writing.” He says and smirks as he sees your reaction.

“I have to admit…this is pretty good.”

“Hotch will never know. Read all of them after I’m done to check if you must but for goodness sake, love, please let me take half of your load.”

“Alright, alright, fine, fine.” You relent.

“Thank you! You won’t regret this, I promise.”

You continued to get through your reports (he had already finished all of his. He’d been so engrossed in his that he hadn’t noticed you had been absent until he had finished and looked up from them to check on your progress). You eventually finished all of your reports.

“See? All done. And with time to cuddle…unless you’re too tired. If you are, that’s ok. I understand. Anxiety attacks and emotional release can take a lot out of a person.”

“I would love to cuddle.” You say as you get up from your chair.

“Don’t you want to look at the reports I wrote?”

“No. I trust you not to have written them as if a preschooler had. Come on, couch time.” You smile as you extend your hand to him.

He smiles and takes your hand. “Couch time indeed.”

You both go over to the couch. He sits down and pulls you into his lap, his arms wrapped around you. He nuzzled your neck.

“You’re ok. We’re ok.”

“Yes. I am. We are. Thank you.”

“You’re quite welcome.”

[semidea7]

The girl gently knocked on the door, despite it being already open. The heir's room was a mess, everything scattered around the place, but what caught her eyes was a painting fallen to the floor representing the royal family.

She didn't wait any longer for his answer and so entered the room, crouching down the painting to take a closer look. Lilith and Lucifer close to eachother, Charlie in Lilith's arms...and then him, proudly standing in front of his father. He and Charlie looked so different, but still so similar to how they were now. And in Lucifer's eyes there was actually some light.

The boy was aware of her presence, but didn't know what to say. Did she have to see him like this, out of everyone?

He just kept sitting down on the floor by the bed, glancing outside, to the balcony. He just gulped, before finally speaking. "I punched my father", he said, actually more to himself than her, the gesture he made finally sinking in. He had punched his father. And Lucifer didn't do anything about it. He had just gave his son one last look, one that wanted to say how sorry he was. For everything.

She nodded. "Yes, we know. We heard everything down there", she simply informed him, as she got up and walked to him. She saw the guy flinching, shameful of the fact everyone had to listen to him and his father having an argument.

"Charlie?", he asked, starting to stress over his sister. He didn't want to imagine how she was feeling. He had messed up everything, again. What kind of brother he was, if he shattered his sister's hsppiness once more? She was already so stressed, did he have to make such a scene? He was the oldest, he should have been the one taking every lift off her shoulders, not to add new ones, for fucking sake.

The girl nodded again, and as she spoke she interrupted his train of thoughts. "I told her to go after the King. He left the hotel, we don't know where he is headed"

They remained silent for some moments. Her with her usual smile, him trying his best to not cry.

When he looked up at her to ask something else, she noticed that she wasn't grinning as usual, though. It wasn't her father's smile. No, her smile was actually a sweet one, there was fondness in her eyes.

He couldn't hold the gaze.

"Weren't you at the Tower anyway? What are you doing here? And...and I don't need your pity. And if Alastor or Angel or who the fuck I know sent you here, tell them that I don't want to t-"

"It was indeed not my father who made me come here. Or anyone else. And the Tower? I didn't go in the end", she replied, stopping his senseless talking and quickly dismissing his questions. "And mine is not pity. I'm just feeling content", she informed him, making him let out a nervous, annoyed chuckle.

"Content? Because I fucking worsen my family dinamycs? Thank you, really", he spoke, his next chuckle much more broken, before continuing. "Because my father and I are not like you and Alastor, all lovey-dovey? I would have never thought you would find happiness in something like this. Fuck, you're more sadistic than I thought", he added, another sad laugh, but he was not managing to get mad at her the way he wanted to.

She shook her head. The guy was too dense. She walked past him and to the balcony, leaning on the railing. "You two finally talked it out. And you've finally found your strenght- which is that you are like your father."

He sighed hard as he listened, walking close to her, staying side to side. He was about to talk back, saying how wrong she was, before she kept going. "He cares a lot, but is a failure at showing it. And you seem to not care at all, but you in fact care too much. And you always find yourself putting others before yourself, and the King too", she said, her smile broadening even more.

She reached a hand, moving away some hair from his forehead, him seeming to not calm down at all at the gesture, since it took him even more off guard. But in his head, he was finally starting to see to start seeing her point. But he couldn't tell her that, once again, she was right.

[skzhocomments]

In the Dark - Choi Minho SHINee Fanfic - Chapter 5 - Babysitter duty

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Story masterlist - please consult it for the summary of the story, trigger warnings etc.

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Chapter 4 | Chapter 6

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Chapter 5 - Babysitter duty

chapter word count: ~4k words

~Minho’s POV~

“The main song’s production is completed, video is filmed, we are basically prepared for the release. How is the rest of the album going?” Mr. Kim, the man responsible for all the team in charge of production, video, graphic design and so on asked bluntly.

We were all seated around the table in the meeting room, and the air felt tense.

“The cover is still in-progress…” the designer spoke, but cowered noticing Mr. Kim’s burning gaze.

“The album release is less than two months away. Are you aware of that?” He asked harshly, and the designer just nodded.

“Whatever. Make sure to finish at least 20 sketches by Monday.”

“But it’s Saturday-”

“Did I stutter?” Mr. Kim raised his voice, and the designer just shut up. “Okay, now that the design is out of the way – how is production going? Mr. Choi?”

“Yes. We still have some of it to do. We’ve recorded almost all vocals by now, we just need a few backing vocals, and then putting them together. It’s essentially a puzzle at this point.”

“It needs to get done in maximum 3 weeks from now.”

“We are trying. You gave us 10 songs, though. That’s a lot.”

“You are a good producer, you can manage.” Mr. Kim shrugged. I was annoyed, but there was no arguing with him, unfortunately. After all, he summoned this meeting at 3 PM on a Saturday.

I just nodded as well and left the meeting, going to my studio and opening up the audio files, checking one more time exactly what we had already, or if there was anything else we needed to record before getting started on the overall production. Having everything ready in just 3 weeks meant coming to the studio every day and working almost non-stop. I could already feel the stress burning up my throat, anxiety rising from my stomach like acid and burning my insides.

After about two hours of work, an unknown number called my phone, delivering some horrible news that pulled me out of my trance.

My mother collapsed while taking care of Nari and was now in the hospital.

The words didn’t seem the register well in my head; the only thing I knew was that I jumped from my desk and somehow got in my car and drove as quickly as possible.

Nari was a crying mess when I got there, and mom was sleeping.

“Baby, what happened?” I hugged Nari tightly and let her explain how grandma suddenly started feeling dizzy, and then fell while making lunch for her. Nari panicked, but remembered how I taught her to use the phone and dial the emergency number.

Indeed, my mom was looking pale, and I knew she’s been feeling sick the past few weeks, but she offered to watch over Nari as graciously as ever while I went to work, and even assured me she was feeling well enough to take care of her.

Apparently not.

What the fuck was I even supposed to do now? Obviously, getting a babysitter, because I couldn’t take Nari to work, and I had to go back to the office no matter what.

Fuck, I also booked Flame tonight. I cursed in my head and quickly opened my phone and cancelled the appointment. The app didn’t let me add any reasons for cancelling, which annoyed me to no end, because I didn’t want her to think I didn’t want to see her anymore.

After speaking with the doctor and finding out that mom should get better after having proper rest for a while, and should just take it easy, I grabbed Nari and started walking with her towards the exit.

“Daddy.” Nari shook my hand, still crying. I went on one knee and hugged her. “Is grandma going to be okay?”

“Of course, she just needs to sleep for a little bit, that’s all.” I caressed her hair and spoke gently.

“What if… she will die?” She cried harder, making me frown. “That’s what happened to Nam-gil’s grandma!”

“Who is that?”

“The boy who sits behind me! I told you about him!!! His grandma went to sleep and never woke up!”

“Baby, that’s not going to happen.” I hugged her and tried to reassure her again. “Grandma’s fine. She’s just a bit worn out, but she’ll be fine, okay?”

“… okay. Are we going home, daddy?”

“Oh, baby… daddy has to get back to work for now… since grandma is sick, we will have to get a babysitter-”

“NO!” Nari shouted, making everyone around us turn their attention to us. “I WANT YOU!!! NOT A BABYSITTER!”

“I know, but please hear me out. We’re going to stay together the whole day tomorrow-”

“NO!” She shouted again, and pulled away from me forcefully, starting to run away.

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~Jieun’s POV~

Raining again, huh…?

It feels like the sky’s been crying for weeks with no end in sight. The air was humid and cold, and each time I would go outside I felt like I had to tighten the coat around my body tighter and tighter.

Even if it was raining so much, the world didn’t seem to halt for even a minute. People were running busily from place to place, crowding themselves to shelter away from the rain at the bus stop, or jumping from cab to cab to get somewhere.

Even if it was Saturday, it was no different. I was no different. Everyone had their own errands, and my errand for the day was to buy some apple pastries – grandma’s favourites – and go to visit her in the hospital.

I felt bad for not visiting her as often as I would’ve liked. The doctor scolded me, too. He articulated so many times how important it was for cancer patients to not deal with the battle alone, but more than once per week felt too painful for me as well. It’s not like I didn’t want to come more often.

I just… couldn’t.

~

“Hey grandma! Looking good!” I winked as I entered the private hospital room. Charisma’s money ensured a level of comfort that I would’ve otherwise been unable to provide for my grandma no matter how much I tried.

“Jieun, dear!” She smiled happily seeing me. She looked well, her face not as pallid.

“I brought you your favourites.” I said, waving the bag of pastries around.

“Apple strudel? My granddaughter is spoiling me so much!” She smiled and patted the bed with her right hand, instructing me to come sit down.

I helped her sit up and brought her tray of food, placing the pastries on a plate and bringing her a glass of pomegranate juice – her favourite – and then I sat down on the chair next to the bed as well.

“How are you feeling, grandma?” I smiled, watching her eat the strudels happily. She had an appetite, which was a good sign.

“I’m doing so well lately; they brought out a new doc who’s really sweet. You should meet him!” She winked, making me whine.

“Grandma!”

“My dear, this old lady is not important, so you shouldn’t worry about me and should try to find yourself a partner.”

“Grandma… please, eat and leave me alone!” I covered my cheeks.

“I just feel bad, you’ve been working so hard for me… you should take advantage of your youth and go on dates and meet someone!”

“Don’t worry, as long as you’re healthy, that’s all that matters to me.” I frowned.

“Jieun, dear… how much have you been working to afford this big room? You should move me to a smaller one. I don’t need all this space for myself!” She looked at me with sad eyes, and that look almost made me want to throw up. Why couldn’t she just accept this and let me handle everything?

“Grandma, you really don’t have to worry. I want you to be taken care of as much as possible, until you can return home to live with me!” I started, then got startled by a hand on my cheek wiping my tears away.

Huh?

I haven’t even realised I started crying.

“My baby…” She spoke. “I love you so much, Jieun, but you have to start living for yourself as well…”

“I will, you just have to get better!”

My grandma smiled briefly, but something about the look in her eyes made me want to cry harder. Instead of continuing to look at her and cry like a fool, I decided to tell her I have plans with some friends and left the salon in a hurry.

Just as I exited the room, a notification on my phone caught my eye.

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1 unread notification – In the Dark

Charisma has cancelled tonight’s meeting.

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Great. This day couldn’t get any better.

I chuckled bitterly. I was looking forward to meeting Charisma and feeling a little bit better about myself, but I guess I couldn’t even do that.

As I was approaching the end of the corridor, a loud “NO” echoed throughout the hospital and soon enough someone bumped into me.

Looking at the child that fell on the ground in front of my legs, the familiar girl with brown hair and small figure started crying loudly.

“Nari?”

She was rubbing her eyes furiously, but after hearing her name, she raised her head and looked at me.

“Miss Park!” She cried and practically jumped on my legs, and I hugged her and tried to comfort her.

“What’s wrong, hm?” I asked her, but before she got the chance to reply, her dad found the corridor.

“Nari, God, I told you not to run away from me- miss Park?” He asked perplexed, seeing me embraced with his daughter.

Nari was still crying.

“Mr. Choi.” I smiled briefly.

“I’m sorry for this. Nari, come on, we really have to go.”

“NO! I DON’T WANT TO!” She cried in my arms and hugged me tighter.

“Baby, please. I have to go to work, I told you so many times-”

“NO! I’m not staying with a babysitter!”

I let Nari hide herself behind my legs while pitying Mr. Choi for this situation. I knew Nari could be a bit difficult sometimes, and he was probably going through a lot – being in a hospital and trying to sort things out while having to be at work.

“Don’t you like babysitters, Nari?” I asked while caressing the girl’s hair and turning around to face her properly.

“No! I hate them!” She shook her head, refusing to look at her dad.

“Hmm, but what if we spend some time together, hm? We could go get some hot chocolate in the mall, maybe even an ice cream! And we could visit the art shop to get you some oil paints, and then paint something together. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

Nari detached herself from me and I wiped off her tears, while she nodded in approval.

“Miss Park, you don’t have to-” Mr. Choi started, but I cut him off, while Nari was still agreeing with me.

“We should make sure to go fast, then! I heard the ice-cream shop closes at 8!”

“Oh no! Let’s hurry!” Nari grabbed my hand and started dragging me.

“Could you go to that vending machine and get us two chocolate bars first, though?” I asked her and handed her some cash, and she went happily.

“Miss Park, I really don’t know what to say… My mother was looking after her when she passed out, and…” Mr. Choi spoke.

“Don’t worry. You must be busy, so you should go finish up work and I’ll take care of her, okay?”

“You have no idea how grateful I am for everything you’ve been doing for us. I will text you my address and door code, so you can go there with Nari when you’re done shopping, and let me know how much money you’re spending today. Actually wait, I’m going to-” He reached for his wallet, but I placed my hand on his and stopped him.

“Don’t worry. We’ll figure it out later.”

“Thank you so much.” He said again, before Nari returned with three chocolate bars.

“This is for you,” she handed one to me, “this is for me, and this…” she hesitantly handed it to Mr. Choi, who went on one of his knees and hugged her tightly.

“Daddy is so sorry. I promise you we’ll spend the whole day together tomorrow, and you can have fun with Miss Park today, yes?”

“Okay, daddy.”

“I love you, princess.” He kissed the top of her head gently.

“I love you too, daddy.”

~

I took Nari to the mall just as promised, and after grabbing a small ice cream, we headed towards one of the playgrounds inside so she could play for a bit before heading home.

“Did you like the ice-cream?” I asked her and smiled. We were holding hands and walking leisurely through the mall, while I was trying to remember where the playground was located exactly.

“Yes, it was so- JIHO!” She shouted all of a sudden, startling me, and jerked her hand away from mine, starting to run towards another little girl.

“Nari, please don’t run away like that!” I scolded her for a bit, and she pouted.

“I’m sorry, Miss Park.”

“Now, who is your friend?” I smiled gently, when a couple approached us. A woman seemingly my age started speaking.

“Oh, if this is not Nari! And you must be… her babysitter?” She tilted her head and looked at the man on her left unsure.

“No! She is not my babysitter! She is my teacher!” Nari articulated every word and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

So cute.

“Yes, I’m Jieun, nice to meet you. Are you... uhm…”

“Oh, we are Nari’s Godparents.” The man chuckled. “I’m Jinki, and this is my wife, Ye-Jun. It’s nice to meet you, Jieun.”

We shook hands.

“We were just heading to the playground, would you like to come so the girls can play together?”

“We were actually going there ourselves!�� Ye-Jun spoke.

“Oh, is that so?” I chuckled. “The more the merrier, let’s go together.”

We headed towards the play area and let the girls have fun while we sat on a bench outside the playground and observed them.

“So, Jieun… I was so shocked to see you with Nari, she usually hates being away from her grandma or Minho.” Ye-Jun said, and hearing Mr. Choi’s name spoken casually like that brought a chill down my spine, for some reason.

“From what he told me, her grandma collapsed and was brought to the hospital, and he has work…”

“Oh right, there’s an album release in like two months, I think.” Jinki added to my explanation, and Ye-Jun nodded.

“An album release…?” I tilted my head.

“Yeah, he is a producer. Makes songs, basically. If you ever listen to the radio, or watch shows or whatever, chances are you’ve heard something he made. He’s really good.” Jinki chuckled.

“Is that so?” I smiled. I knew nothing about Mr. Choi, after all. I didn’t even know exactly what producer meant on his business card, but he was apparently well-known and popular in the industry.

“I’m so sorry to hear about his mom, though. Is she okay?” Ye-Jun asked, worried.

“I think she will be, after she gets some rest…”

“That’s a relief.” Ye-Jun replied.

“I’m gonna go grab something to drink, would you girls like something?” Jinki stood up and headed towards a nearby coffee shop.

“I’m really glad to see Nari with someone else, honestly. It’s been so tough on Minho to take care of Nari all on his own, and he never accepts our help. He doesn’t want to inconvenience us.” Ye-Jun frowned.

“Sorry… on his own?”

“Yes, ever since Ellie died…” She frowned. “Ellie was his wife, and my best friend.”

“I’m sorry about your loss.” I touched her shoulder with sympathy.

“It’s been many years, but her loss is still felt by all of us. I always felt bad for Nari, growing up without a mother… Ellie died giving birth to her.”

“Oh…”

“Minho’s been blaming himself so much. She never wanted children, but when she got pregnant, he was so happy… she couldn’t bring herself to terminate. I was also pregnant with Jiho at that time, so…” A few tears made their way on Ye-Jun’s cheeks, and I felt bad for getting to this conversation and making her talk about it, since it still brought so much pain.

“Life is so unfair to us sometimes, isn’t it?” I looked at the playground absent-mindedly. Nari saw us and smiled brightly, waving at me. I waved back.

“Mhm. After Ellie’s death… he covered himself in work, and Nari… she never had someone to call mom. She grew up around babysitters, and…”

“That’s why she hates them.”

“Exactly. It’s really shocking to see her here with… someone new. I’m really sorry, Jieun, I’m probably overwhelming you with so much information.”

“No, not at all.” I put my hand on hers and squeezed. “Thank you for telling me, it’s easier now to understand Nari. I also grew up without a mom.”

“The world really is cruel.” She started crying harder.

“Woah, what happened?” Jinki ran towards us alarmed and I took the drinks from his hands so he could comfort his wife.

“I was just telling Jieun about Ellie and how sad it is for Nari to grow up without her.” She explained briefly, and Jinki hugged her tightly.

“Darling, what if Jiho sees you crying, hm?”

“But it’s so sad!” She continued crying, and Jinki threw me a compassionate look and mouthed a quick “I’m sorry.”

I waved my hand around and smiled compassionately.

“I’m really sorry.” Ye-Jun sniffled. “I’m pregnant and my hormones are all over the place. Minho doesn’t know yet, so please don’t tell him.”

“Sure, of course. That’s amazing, Jiho is going to have a younger sibling.”

“Yeah, we didn’t exactly expect it 8 years after Jiho, but…” Jinki smiled and held his wife’s hand tighter.

“That’s certainly- sorry.” I started, but got interrupted by my phone ringing. “Hello, Mr. Choi.”

“Hi, Miss Park, just checking in. Is everything alright?”

“Yes, everything’s fine over here. We are currently at the mall.”

“Oh, is Nari playing with other kids?”

“Yes, we actually ran into her Godparents, and she’s been playing with Jiho for 2 hours now.”

“Must be fun as heck.” He chuckled. “Are Ye-Jun and Jinki with you as well?”

“Yeah, they’re here. They said hi.”

“Poor you, Ye-Jun is a lot to take in for a first meeting. You’re a heroine.” He chuckled again. “Anyways, please send me your bank details so I can wire you some money for dinner and whatever else you’ve spent on Nari today.”

“Oh, but-”

“No buts. Listen, I gotta get back to work and I’ll try to hurry tonight, okay? I’m waiting for your details, send me a text. Bye~”

“Okay.” I chuckled. “Good luck at work.”

After I ended the call, I looked at Jinki and Ye-Jun, who were throwing me a curious look.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing, just…” Ye-Jun started, then looked at her husband, unsure.

“Why are you so formal with him?” Jinki asked amused. “Mr. Choi. It’s so… weird to hear someone call Minho that.”

“Oh, I mean… he’s Nari’s father, and we aren’t exactly friends or anything…” I scratched my nape.

“Still, you told us to call you Jieun, and were on a first-name basis with us.” Ye-Jun pointed out.

“That’s different.” I quickly retorted. “I met you two in other circumstances.”

“You’re cute.” Ye-Jun laughed and pinched my cheek.

“I think it’s time to get our kids, hm?” Jinki chuckled, and made a hand signal towards Jiho, who happily ran towards us holding Nari’s hand.

Jiho then let go of Nari and ran quickly towards Ye-Jun and shouted “Mama!”, jumping in her arms. For a split second, Nari didn’t know what to do. She watched the scene with downhearted eyes, and she reminded me of myself so much, of how many times I would watch my friends jump in their parents’ arms and shouting “Dad!” or “Mom!” and how sad that would make me feel.

And then, my grandmother would stand up from her bench and place on knee on the ground, opening her arms fully and shouting my name, which would make me so happy at that moment. So, so happy, I would run in full speed in her arms and crash against her body, and she would bury me in her chest and get up with me.

What I did next felt like automatism. I haven’t thought it through, and I don’t know what got into me, but when I saw Nari like that, watching how loved Jiho was by her mother from the sidelines, something broke in me. It felt like I was looking at myself, the lonely, parentless child from all those years ago.

I haven’t thought it through.

I just got on one knee and opened my arms, and I shouted “Nari!” and smiled, urging her to come in my arms, and she looked confused for a split second, before her whole face lit up, her lips turning upwards into the biggest smile I’ve ever seen, and she ran towards me in full speed and jumped into my arms, and I hugged her as tight as my grandma hugged me.

I got up with her still in my arms, and damn, was she heavy. Still, I kept her up and turned my head to her once she stopped hugging my neck.

“Should we go home and eat some dinner?” I asked her, and she nodded rapidly. “Okay then, let’s say bye bye to Jiho and your Godparents.”

She nodded again and I put her back on the floor, watching fondly as she hugged her best friend tightly.

I tried not to ponder on Jinki and Ye-Jun’s curious looks after my questionable action just now, and simply smiled and said my goodbyes as well.

~

“So, did you have fun with Jiho?” I asked Nari, who nodded enthusiastically.

“She’s my best friend!”

“I’m glad to hear. What do you want to eat at home? Do you want to order something?”

“Uhm…” Nari hesitated. “Usually,… grandma makes something for me…”

“Oh. Okay. What should we cook, then?” I smiled and caressed her cheek, and she smiled brightly and jumped in front of me.

“Potato stew!”

“Okay! Let’s do that, then!” I chuckled, and we went shopping together.

After shopping, we headed to the address Mr. Choi sent me. They lived in a pretty rich neighbourhood, and their apartment was large and looked really beautiful, decorated with modern furniture. I couldn’t take my sweet time exploring any of it, though, as Nari was too hungry and excited to help me cook.

We cooked and ate together, and I listened to her talk about anything and everything as kids tend to do. When we were done, I told her to brush her teeth and helped her into bed. She was already quite tired after crying in the hospital and then playing for hours with her friend, so she was almost asleep by the time her head hit the pillow.

“Miss Park, is daddy not coming home…?” She asked quietly as I tucked her in and caressed her head once more.

“He is on his way, I’m sure. But I don’t think daddy wants you to wait for him. He did promise you he’ll spend tomorrow with you, didn’t he?”

“Yes…”

“So, be a good girl and sleep, hm?”

“Miss Park… is grandma… going to be okay…?”

“Of course she is.” I smiled assuringly. “After all, she has to come back and take care of you.”

“When is she getting out of the hospital?”

“Oh, baby… I don’t know. But we can ask daddy tomorrow if you can go visit her, okay?”

“Okay…”

I kissed Nari’s forehead and watched her fall asleep quickly, then turned off the light and exited her room as quietly as I could.

Finally alone after a long day, I made my way towards the living room and sat awkwardly on the sofa in the middle of it. I didn’t exactly know what to do next. Obviously, I had to wait for Mr. Choi to come home, as I couldn’t possibly leave Nari all by herself, but… now what?

I was in an unfamiliar space, I already cleaned up the mess in the kitchen, and I didn’t know what to do here. I didn’t even know where the remote control for the TV was and there were no bookshelves in the living room so I could at least grab a book or something, and it’s not like I could snoop around.

I dimmed the lights in the room to make it more comfortable on my eyes and I took out my phone – its battery almost dead – and mindlessly browsed the internet for a while.

It was for the best that Charisma cancelled tonight, after all. I noted, after noticing how late it got. Mr. Choi didn’t tell me when he was coming home, and it was already way past 10PM, my usual meeting time with Charisma.

Why did he cancel? I kept pondering on it. Maybe he was busy. Maybe something unexpected came up.

Maybe he just changed his mind and didn’t want to see me anymore.

That was entirely possible.

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Chapter 4 | Chapter 6

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Was It Worth It?

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Chapter 2

I woke with a pounding headache, I turned my head too fast, and immediately a sharp pain shot up the back of my head. 

“Fuck.” I grunted, I could feel tears threaten to fall, and I let them. I tried to remember what happened, but everything is a blur. 

“Poor kid didn’t even see it coming.” Someone mumbled from beside me, this time I slowly moved my head in the direction the voice came from. My vision is blurry at first, I blink a few times trying to fight off the anesthetics. My eyes caught a flash of a smile, bright perfectly white teeth, and hair framing the lips. 

“Tony?” My voice cracked, I swallowed the dryness in the back of my throat, someone else on the side of me grabbed me by the arm. A gentle touch, but one I didn’t recognize.  My body tensed, a flash of earlier passed by my mind, Bucky, and I were arguing. Why were we yelling at each other? I tried to push further into the memory, I could see the silhouette of a large man, but I couldn’t totally make out who it was. 

“Careful, she’s still deadly, even at 30% of her power.” Tony warned, finally my head stopped spinning enough for me to sit up properly. I took a moment to breathe, one deep inhale after the other, and finally when I felt less panicked I opened my eyes. To the right of me stood Tony, a worried gleam in his eyes, but the smile on his lips still remained. Hm, this is either bad, or really bad. I thought to myself, he’s never been able to deliver bad news, at least not in a serious way. 

“Your heart is finally resting Ms. Deveruex, I suggest you don’t try to move around too much for the time being. The sedative Sargent Barnes injected you with was enough for an adult Elephant. He nearly…killed you.” Vision assessed, it was oddly adorable seeing him dressed in pants, and a button up shirt. Must be Wanda’s idea of ‘normal’ though there's nothing anyone can do to hide the fact that Vision is indeed an Android. 

“Angelica, my first name is Angelica, you don’t have to be so formal.” I croaked, he nodded his head in response, then offered me a glass of water. 

“Yes, I’ll keep that in mind…Angelica.” Vision awkwardly shuffled out of the room, if he was human, I bet he’d be blushing from embarrassment. 

“Bucky did this to me.” It was a hard pill to swallow, your new boyfriend teaming up with your ex boyfriend, what a nightmare. 

“I wish I could say I told you so in a more comedical way, kid.” He came and sat at the foot of my bed, the lines on his forehead evident of the amount of stress he’s been under these past 6 years. I think I have just added another year's worth of it. I wasn’t sure why he was involved, or how he even found me, I still felt bad that he is involved in whatever mess this is. 

“Why would he do this? He’d never hurt me, when he fully recovered, and we started dating, you know he didn’t even want to sleep in the same bed as me?” 

“Smelly feet?” 

“The nightmares were still there, sometimes he’d have terrible reactions to them. He’d wake up screaming, crying, and sometimes fighting. It was horrific.” I breathed through my nose, that was a point in time I hoped to never revisit, but it seems like I’m pushing my luck. 

“Now all of a sudden…he attacks you? Why? What triggered him?” His inquisitiveness wasn’t as intense when it comes to Bucky, at least not for the last 6 months. In fact, he would purposefully ignore any, and everything Bucky related, including me. He tolerated Steve, for some reason I couldn’t put my finger on. 

I paused looking at Tony, I realized, talking to him of all people about Bucky felt like snitching to the cops. He’s been waiting for a chance to nail Bucky since he found out The Winter Soldier was partially responsible for his parents' deaths. I shrugged my shoulders and did what any good girlfriend would do, I lied. 

“I don’t know, it all happened so fast.” I said dismissively, that did nothing to throw him off, if anything it aggravated him more. 

“Do not… lie to me Angie, you’re smarter than that. You know who I am, you know I know your profile like the back of my hand, and I fought beside you many times. Maybe you forgot that in your little tiff with Bucky.” The inclination of Bucky being violent towards me on purpose hurt me, Tony was creating wounds without blinking, this was a side of him I had yet to familiarize myself with.

“He didn’t put his hands on me, Tony.” I grimaced, my voice even, and unwavering. 

“I didn’t say he did.” 

“You’re implying.”

“I’m not implying anything, but clearly something is going on. As far as I see it, I’m the only one that’s willing to put their neck out for you. I’d suggest you speak up.”

“Where’s Wanda?” 

“On a mission.” 

“Okay, Natasha?” 

“On a mission.” 

“Thor.” 

“Really?”

“Better than talking to you.” I grumbled, my eyes flickered over to the window, all I could see were clouds, so clearly making a jump for it was  out of the question, unless I want to be a human pancake.

“Bite me. Listen here princess, I’m not saying Bucky is guilty, but for a man who just beat a murder case, going rogue really isn’t the best look for him.”  

“What?” 

“You heard me.” 

“No, that’s impossible because he’s working a case with—

I stopped myself before I let anymore slip, Tony leaned forward, his eyebrows raised waiting for me to continue, but I kept my mouth closed. 

“That’s fine, you don’t have to tell me, but you’re in a facility full of superhumans and scientists, I can make you talk.” Tony’s eyes lingered on me for a moment longer, then he got up from the bed, and left my room. I sat in the gnawing silence, trying to think, any type of thoughts would be helpful, but my mind is blank. I went to move my wrist to scratch my head, the metal clanging, and my hand being snatched back startled me. 

“Son of a bitch.” I looked down to see a thick electronic handcuff attached to my wrist. When I tried to bring my arm upwards, I struggled against the strength of the magnetism. 

“Fucking Stark tech.” I grumbled, I’m not surprised he took my abilities down a notch. I felt it was unnecessary, considering Wanda already siphoned half of it from me when she was ‘The Scarlet Witch’ now I was probably down to an ordinary human. 

“One order of freedom for the wrongly accused.” 

I turned my head to see Maria Hill walk through the door, shortly followed by…Nick Fury. 

Maria, and Fury spent an hour leisuring around my hospital room talking about utter nonsense. He told me this long dramatic war story of 20 years ago that his father told him when he was a boy, and as he talked, Maria watched cartoons. I felt like I was going crazy after a while because none of what was happening was making any sense. 

“And that is how my father single handedly won the war.” Fury sighed, he pulled out a photo of an older looking dark skinned man with a little boy standing next to him. 

“That’s me and my padre, I usually don’t show people pictures of me as a child. Consider yourself one in a million.” Then he flipped the thin piece of paper over, I read the first few lines, ‘do not overreact, they're watching us, act normal.’ My heart jumped, the ekg attached beeped loudly, my eyes darted from the picture to the heart monitor, to Fury. Of course he said nothing, he just kept talking about his father, I had no fucking idea he had so much to say about his old man.

I looked back down at the back of the picture, more instructions followed, ‘on my signal, run to the bathroom, suit up, and jump out the window…trust me’ 

As I read the last sentence I inhaled as deeply as possible, and held my breath in order to calm my heart rate down. Suddenly another beeping noise sounded off, but it wasn’t the heart monitor, the magnetic cuff around my wrist fell off, and onto the floor. Instantly ear shattering alarms went off, Maria sprang back to life as she popped up from her seat next to the bed, and began to assemble a large Assault Rifle. 

“Haul ass now!” Fury shouted, without hesitation I jumped out of the bed; I struggled to walk in a straight line, my feet flip flopping in front of the other. I tried not to pay attention to the commotion going on behind me, multiple gun shots went off, and the bullet that whizzed past me caused me to immediately drop to the floor in a panic. 

“If you don’t get your ass up!” Fury shouted again, suddenly I was picking myself up off the floor, and making a run for the bathroom. 

Sitting perfectly folded on the face bowl was my old suit Tony made for me. As confused as I was, I didn’t have time to think about that at the moment. After hastily pulling the suit on, I turned to the large, ceiling to floor window. 

I breath heavily taking a few steps back, I created as much space as I could between me, and my exit route. “Fuck, when am I gonna catch a break.” My heart pounded furiously, it’s not like I free dive from 30 foot buildings often. Running at a full speed, I threw all my body weight into the glass, it instantly smashed to hundreds of pieces under the weight of my body. 

“I SWEAR TO GOD FURY IF I DIE— 

My body landed with a thud, something, or someone had caught me. The hand that caught me released its grip to reveal Scott Lang, he had grown bigger than I’ve ever seen him. 

“Angie!” Scott shouted, he was wearing the helmet, but I could still tell he was smiling. After Steve and I broke up, I hung around Scott a lot, he’s someone I consider a close friend. He always made me laugh, even when I felt depressed, and didn’t want to get out of bed. 

“Scott! You’re so huge!” I shouted jumping up and down like excitedly in his large palm, carefully carrying me the rest of the way down. With one large finger he patted my head, then slowly side stepped me; a second later he shrunk down to a normal sized man. He pulled the helmet off panting as he tried to catch his breath, his face was sweaty from all the energy he used to size up.  

“That was awesome! I haven’t seen you in so long, there’s a lot we have to explain to you, I was sitting at my dining table two weeks ago. I was  having breakfast, beacon eggs, toast, and in walks Nick Fury, oh Cassie was there…” Scott had begun to prattle, if we weren’t pressed for time I’d definitely would have  a laugh about this. 

“Today Scott.” I grabbed him by the shoulders, he nodded his head profusely in an attempt to focus his thoughts. Right as he opened his mouth to speak a large explosion went off inside of Stark tower. 

“Maybe we’ll talk about it later.” Scott suggested, I nodded my head, he’s already headed in the opposite direction, so I followed his lead. In the distance I can see Maria Hill waving us down with her arms, Fury is in the driver's seat of a black Dodge Ram with dark tinted windows. We were a few inches from the passenger door when shots were being fired at us, “Shit, shit shit.” I turn back at last second to see Wanda high in the sky, red orbs shooting from her hands as she takes down each one of the Shield agents. Choosing this as an opportunity to escape, Scott, and I hop into the truck.

“It took you long enough.” Fury watched me from the rearview mirror, he whipped the truck out of the parking lot, and into traffic. I rolled my eyes and huffed out air through my cheeks, Scott bumped his shoulder into mine, a soft smile on his face. 

“I was nice enough to bring you a pacifier, I’d figure you would be cranky after that fall so I called in Lang.” Fury grumbled, his eye shifting over to Scott who was currently bickering with Cassie on the phone about his whereabouts.

“That’s fair…but is anyone going to tell me what the hell is going on?” Fury swerved the truck causing us to make a sharp turn merely flipping us over. Maria was still hanging out the passenger window shooting at police cars, and shield agents. 

“It’s not something I like to talk about during intense, high speed car chases.” Fury whipped us around again, this time taking us off road, and into the forest. After about an hour of driving, Scott finally spoke up. 

“We think Bucky went rogue to save you.” Scott blurted out, Maria and Fury sucked these teeth. 

“Damn it Lang.” Fury breathed heavily, then digging into his pockets he slapped a hundred dollar bill in Mariah’s hand. 

“What? How long did you know about this? Why hasn't anyone told me?” My heart date skyrocketed, I was livid at the fact that all my ‘friends’ have been keeping something like this from me. Especially Bucky, maybe that’s the reason things have been off between us, he’s had this look in his eyes I couldn’t quite place. 

“I’m sorry guys, but I couldn’t hold that in much longer, I’m surprised I got this far.” Scott had an apologetic look, I appreciated his honesty since everyone else felt it was necessary to lie to me. 

“You know what, thank you Scott, that did put me at a bit of ease knowing somewhat of what’s going on, no thanks to you two.” Huffing, I folded my arms and sat back in my seat looking out the window. My heart is heavy, my baby is out here risking his life…for me? 

“We have to help him.” I spoke up after a while, Maria looked over at Fury, Fury looked up into the rearview mirror to me. 

He breathed heavily, his lips pressed together in frustration, “I know that.” He grimaced, then I looked over to Scott who was already watching me, he shrugged his shoulders. 

“Alright then, let’s hope we get to him before anyone can fuck with his brain…again.” The rest of the ride was silent, eventually I passed out, I couldn’t fight the sleep even if I wanted to. 

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Cultural festival

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Tokoyami Fumikage x oc

I honestly forgot where I was going with this. I didn't understand Tokoyami's character when I first wrote this. I have a better grasp of him now but idk

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Today was a day anticipated by many. Although the number one hero school, UA, had changed from a normal high school to a boarding school, Principal Nezu had left the gates open for the public. One of the hero support students was waiting by the gates his goggles pushed his hair back as he tapped his foot in anticipation for his little sister. When a small head of blue hair appeared in his line of vision he sighs.

“Tamami, what happened?”

“I got the streets confused, I’m sorry Haru-nii,” apologizes the young girl.

Her hair was indeed a mess and she was clutching on to her bag.

“Well, come on then. Hekiomi told me that he’s gonna stop by to lead you around for a little bit,” answers the boy.

Haru Fukioki, a support course student in his first year. The girl was his little sister Tamami Fukioki, a third-year middle school student, she didn’t have any aspirations like her older brother’s and supported them in their endeavors to be the best. Both of them sporting curly pale blue hair that was rather easy to spot.

“Try not to get separated from me, we might be looking for you all day,” Haru explains as he starts leading his sister.

She kept an eye for his hair and nodded to his warning.

Before getting too far her shoe slips off, picking it up again she takes a slow sweep of the area. No blue hair.

“Haru?”

Her eyes went wide as things started to blur, not sure what’s going on at this point. Tamami was usually a calm girl, but when faced with a new environment she would often get anxious especially when alone. Not registering around her, her quirk activated in its usual way. She wasn’t aware that it activated under high-stress moments like these but as the ground got closer and everything else got bigger tears filled her eyes.

A drawback was she could only remember one thing. The last thing on her mind was “where is Haru -nii?”

She took careful steps to keep from running into anyone. Not getting very far she runs into someone.

“Are you lost?” Asks the male towering over the now little girl asks, he had the face of a bird and a small shadow attached to him.

The shadow moves toward the little girl to calm her down. Tamami for some reason felt a little bit better but was still nervous.

“Shadow,” she smiles.

Realizing that the girl was a bit calmer he asks again. “Are you lost?”

Tamami nods.

“Do you know where your parents are?”

A shake of the head.

The shadow seems to wrap around away from Tamami and she follows him a bit clinging on to the boy when a voice calls to him.

“Tokoyami, what are you doing over here?” A girl with bright pink hair and skin asks holding a box in hand.

“I found this little girl crying, she calmed down when Dark shadow got close to her,” he explains as he glances at the little girl clutching to his pant leg.

She nods. “We could take her to the lost kids' tent.”

Tamami looks at the girl then back to Tokoyami.

“Whoever she came with shouldn’t be too far,” Tokoyami picks up the young girl.

“Mami wants to find Haru-nii,” smiles the girl.

Walking to the lost child tent was an adventure dodging people and keeping Tamami in his arms. Tokoyami finally got to the tent and informed the announcer.

“Oh, does she have a tag on her bag?” They ask.

Tamami pulls a small tag and they read over it.

“Oh, she’s Fukioki’s sister. I can call him, he always worried about her,” nods the third year.

Tokoyami attempts to leave her at the tent, but the wailing begins.

“No, leave,” Tamami demands through the tears.

Dark shadow pulls around and starts to calm her down again and Tokoyami takes a seat to wait for the older Fukioki to appear.

Ten minutes later and a very angry blue-haired boy looks at the little girl who starts to cry again.

“Mami, what did we tell you about getting lost?” Hisses the older male.

“I’m. I sorry Heki-nii,” cries the little girl.

Without a thought, he picks up the sobbing girl. “Sorry about her. Tamami’s quirk is very hard to deal with and she often doesn’t realize that she activates it.”

“No problem to me, I don’t have much to do right now so looking after here was fine. What is her quirk if I may ask?” Tokoyami states as he stands up.

“She calls it age, she’ll regress in age when overwhelmed and grown in age when she feels angry,” Hekiomi explains. “She might have an apology for you later, she remembers everything when she goes back to her normal age.”

“It’s no problem, I have to go,” Tokoyami gets up and leaves.

The two Fukioki’s make their way to the third-year class.

“Hey, Heki? What happened to your sister?” One of his classmates asks.

Shaking his head as he replies. “She must have embarrassed herself when her quirk activated.”

Sitting in the corner with a grim look on her face Tamami looks like she may wither away with just a gust of wind.

“I hate my quirk,” she mumbles.

“Mami, Haru is here,” calls the older brother.

Tamami looks to her older brother and before she can react, he smacks her.

“I told you not to get lost, I’m so glad that Heki found you,” he sighs as he hugs the shocked girl.

The older brother shakes his head. “One of the 1A kids found her. Tokoyami I think his name is.”

The girl seems to shake herself of the funk. “I threw a tantrum cause he tried to walk away from me. I cried.”

“How old were you?” Haru asks.

“I was three,” she answers defeated.

“That’s a lot smaller than usual. It’s always a few years younger,” Heki frowns.

She digs her hands through her hair. “I’m sorry.”

“Aht, no crying, come on,” Haru ushers his sister away from the third year classes.

The rest of the day was better, and Tamami walked home on her own. She didn’t live far from UA high school. This was an accommodation the school made since the Fukioki siblings had no other living relatives. This meant that Tamami had to change schools, and Hekiomi quit his part-time jobs. To keep from hurting her too much, on weekends when they could spare time the Fukioki brothers would stay with their little sister.

“Haru, could you give this to that boy in 1A,” she requests.

[erinomeumbriel]

Chapter 1

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“Blyat, I did it again!” A woman in her early 20s yelped in distress, another mistake was made again within the last 30 minutes, as she accidentally knocked out a pile of paperworks by her office table, this was the fifth time she did comprising the mentioned time, one that kept happening due the way her desk is full of other business that she needed to do. Absolutely, she’s stressed to the boot and yet, she can’t complain when she knows that the job she chose wasn’t that of an easy-going one. There’s a lot to do, and it doesn't help matters when she’s feeling so stressed and annoyed by the unfortunate happenings that seem to be targeted towards her and her only.

Y/n could only scowl and lean down from her seat to collect the papers that fell, did she absolutely want to rip it apart, every time she went through pages and pages her resentment grew and grew more to the point she had to take a deep breath to stop herself from going berserk. She almost slammed the papers back to her desk the moment she was finished, instead she decided to focus on the dossier at hand so she can finally move on to the other ones. However, before she could even lay her eyes on it, someone knocked at her office.

It’s either someone who just wants a chat or another work incoming. Y/n prayed to heavenly deities that it was not the case.

“Who is it?” She slumped in her swivel chair. This time she’s adamant that fate doesn’t want her to finish her work and this time too, she’s given up on trying. Mental health is important, that’s her work’s motto, but fate sure is determined to deplete Y/n’s sanity little by little.

"It's me, Mario." A gruff voice said,muffled by the door that's between him and Y/n. She slumped further but fixed herself to make herself presentable in front of the higher up. Despite knowing that it is indeed another work incoming, she can't exactly sulk. That would cause her superiors to be disappointed, or worse, fire her. Yes, they're indeed petty, like everyone else.

"Ah Sir Mario, the door's open." Y/n answered after mentally and physically preparing herself. Like the professional person she is, she turned on her business smile, one that she mastered for over the years she worked under the Security unit. It was fake but real and polite enough in the eyes of the receiver, one that covers her irritation and shows none other than customer service attitude.

It works every time.

A black-haired, tall man in his 40s entered, wearing the similar white coat Y/n is wearing but instead of wearing formal suits, he has blue medical scrubs on. He must've just finished a job, probably another patient going into a manic state. She has that theory seeing the scary Red liquid staining his coat, must’ve been a violent one. It happens like a cycle and Y/n is thankful that her job doesn't require capturing and tranquilizing poor patients. If she was in the job, she would've been sent to the ground in a minute and cry her eyes out. Sometimes she wonders why she even considered working in a building full of psychos and violent people. Some aren’t that bad as they’re just depressed suffering people but the others, not that saintly. But does she really have a choice considering that there’s not many places that offer such a generous salary?

"Another patient?" Y/n asked, talking about the scratches in his arms and Mario grunted, meaning yes. Of course, he was grumpy. Now Y/n thinks that her misfortune is nothing compared to this man's. Mario had a portfolio in his hand, another delivery from the higher ups. Geez, if they want to give work, why don't they give it to her personally instead of making poor, tired Mario deliver it to her?

"Got set off by another crazy fucker, then boom, he started to go hysterical and throw food trays. When we tried to calm him down, he pulled a fork out of nowhere and stabbed a security guard in his hand." Now that's a lot of mess and now that’s where the blood came from. Yikes. She winced just thinking about how messy the cafeteria was and how chaotic and hard it would be to tranquilize the man. And before Y/n can ask another question, Mario almost placed the folder on the table when his eyes landed on the piles of dossiers. With that, he raised his eyebrows and looked a bit reluctant to even put down the paper in the never-ending pile. Y/n appreciated the action and pity.

“Are you finished with work?” Mario asked reluctantly, eyeing the tiredness in her actions and the way her office table was almost filled to the brim, the stacks threatening to fall with just one flick. One more paper added to the pile and it would fall over. Y/n, ever the typical tired worker she is, didn’t have the courage to raise her eyebrow and say something sarcastic to the man. Obviously she isn’t finished, she hasn’t finished even thirds of it, but she decided that she is for today. It’s late and she would need to go home soon, so even if she fastened her pace it wouldn't be finished either way. She didn’t want to spend the night here either, someone might break in despite the tight security. It’s just her being paranoid but it’s better than nothing.

After much deliberation, she finally answered.

“Well, no but yes.” Mario didn’t bother questioning her vague response, knowing it's just the way she was. He shrugged. If he heard the word yes, then it's a yes. And thus he finally handed the files to Y/n, who slightly slumped at the sight of the portfolio. There goes another, another work added in the pile. Thankfully, there are no patients assigned for today or they would see how much of a stressed shitpile their psychiatrist really is. Y/n took the thick brown folder, already knowing it's a new patient assigned to her and a new problematic patient in the secure unit.

“This is directly from the higher ups. It seems like a high profile one this time.” Mario supplied as Y/n opened the portfolio with much curiosity. If it’s directly from them then she has no choice but to agree, things like this rarely come by. However she can’t help but feel scared as to what kind of person this upcoming patient is.

Immediately, her eyes gravitated towards the 1x1 picture at the top left side corner of the first page. To be frank, he doesn’t seem to be the type of guy to be admitted to such a place as a Secure unit. He just..looks a bit too clean and young, despite the fact Y/n saw some who are far too young and look a bit too innocent for their crimes. Her job doesn’t require prejudice and despite encountering so many unexpected people, she just couldn’t help it. His features weren't that of a man who is capable of the reason for admission written in his papers.

He has a Chocolate colored hair, Y/n feels dumb using that kind of comparison. However when she looked at his eyes properly, she reconsidered the innocent impression she had of him. His eyes can be compared to the color of a Red Tamarillo, empty and extremely flat, just looks lifeless and devoid of emotion. And his entire face, no matter how handsome he is, Y/n takes notes, there’s just no trace of emotion, just stoicness and nothing else. He gives absolutely nothing away with his nonexistent expression.

Y/n continued to read through his file. He’s currently in College and is intelligent as listed in his additional achievements. She's right he doesn’t seem to be the type of person to commit crimes but a lot of narcissists proved her wrong already. She continued reading through and she sucked a heavy breath in, it got her furrowing her eyebrow in confusion.

“Why isn’t he in jail?” Y/n questioned and Mario shrugged, “1st degree murder isn’t something to be taken lightly off.” She continued. Contrary to his appearance, this patient is ruthless, written in his reason for admission, he killed an assistant teacher in the college he attends. She was dismembered and had 100 stab wounds. The reason of death was blood loss and a fatal wound to the throat, there could be a possibility that the victim was alive during the dismemberment, Y/n prayed that the poor soul wasn’t.

“He has Alexithymia.” Mario supplied, Y/n was about to retort when Mario raised his arm to signal her to stop talking as he’s not finished yet, “I know, it’s not a mental illness and not enough to get you admitted here.” Mario spoke and heaved a sigh, taking the file and flipped it to a certain page before giving it back to her.

“But his lawyer pleaded insanity, what’s more crazy was that the judge and juries agreed to this.” Mario said while Y/n read through, immediately she saw the reason for this unfair trial, “His family is very wealthy and paid the entire court. So his appeal was sustained and given a very short sentence of 2 to 4 years of mandatory treatment at a mental hospital.”

“I’m guessing they paid the higher ups too. Considering it’s a direct order from them.” Y/n said and Mario nodded, “Their minds got muddled in the face of money huh.”

“Yes, and you have to accept this guy.” Mario said, waving his hand. Obviously, he was numb already when it comes to justice, most of the prisoners here are the reason. This new guy isn’t spared as an example either. In a place like this, there’s no hope for justice Y/n supposed.

“I’m not planning to, he’s going to be my last patient. Besides, the pay is good.” Y/n answered and Mario smiled and shook his head. That’s true, she’s planning to leave and take on another job that’s less mentally taxing and besides, she needs that money.

“And you said those lawyers and judges are money addicted.” Mario jokingly grumbled,clicking his tongue. But Y/n despite knowing it’s already a joke responded.

“There’s a difference! I’m doing my job while those men are being corrupt, two different shit.” She reasoned, crossing her arm. In her mind, she’s already planning treatments and how to talk with a killer she finds just reading about. It’s going to be hard with his lack of understanding of emotions so immediately making him feel guilty about his crime is going to be hard, but she doubts she needs to do that. She’ll be retired by the time this guy finishes his sentence either way. Though it’s a direct order from the upper ups so she at least needs to make an effort.

“Besides it’s a win-win situation, he has no real mental illness so I don’t have to do much. Just maybe, try to help him through his Alexithymia even if has no real treatment.” Y/n rambled on, considering the whole ordeal as easy money despite her fear. If the patient ever does something, there’s security just outside her door to protect her, no need to feel scared, yes.

“Try talking him out of his murderous thoughts too by the way, we can’t have him going out to kill again.” Mario added and Y/n nodded, this time determined.

“Of course! That’s already a given.”

“Your patient arrives by tomorrow, make sure to read the papers by then.” Mario stood up from his seat, which y/n never noticed he did, probably too preoccupied in thinking. Then he gestured to the piles of papers, making her panic because she needs to clean up first before taking a patient, “Oh also, make sure to clean your office or the guy will think you’re not worthy of a psychiatrist. You might lose the money, early graduate.”

“Please stop calling me that.” Y/n felt flattered everytime hearing that nickname, it was true that she’s an early graduate who was one of the youngest in their city to do so. Psychiatry needed 10 years or so of studying and so the average age of psychiatrists were that of 30, she’s one of the lucky ones to be in their 20s in the age of being licensed. She takes pride in her achievement.

“Goodluck.” Mario bid goodbye and soon Y/n was left in her own office. She leaned on her chair and sighed.

‘Evander Bonavich.’ That was his name. Evander will be her last patient.

“Oh! I still need to fix these!” In the end, she needed to post pawn work to clean her office and be appropriate for the future patient tomorrow.

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[ohxthexenvyx]

Friends | Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Summary: After a really bad day, you see your "best friend" Eddie and breakdown. This event leads to many feelings being shared.

Word count: 828

Warnings: bullying, angst, crying, comfort, fluff, caring Eddie(serious damage<3)

Authors Note: This is my first time writing a Eddie Munson one shot so please be nice and I hope at least on person enjoys this.

It was a long, awful day today, and all you wanted to do was cry. All you could think about was how much you missed Eddie. You hadn't seen him all day due to him skipping your Math class that you had together. It was only lunch and your day was already so bad, and it didn't get any better when you realized Eddie didn't come to lunch due to a deal he was making with someone. Later on into the day, it just getting worse and you couldn't explain why.

At the end of the day, you felt miserable, almost like you could break. That was until you saw Eddie waiting outside his van with what almost was an apologetic smile. And you did break. You walked up to him and just started bawling your eyes out in his arms.

"Woah! Okay so I assume today was a bad day. Would you like to talk about it now or later, out of the public eye?" Eddie said worried about you, you then looked up and realized you indeed were in the public eye, and man was the public eye cruel. Looks of disgust and amusement filled the crowds of students. You then left Eddie's arms and rushed to the passenger seat, where you sat with your head and hands between your legs.

Eddie made his way to the driver's seat and began driving. All he wanted to do was get you home so you could feel a little better. "I'm sorry I wasn't there today," Eddie apologized and parked his van in his driveway. He then got out and made his way to your side. He opened your door, and all you wanted to was hug him, so you did. He reciprocated the hug and began to move his hand in soothing motions on your back. "I really am sorry." He said, showing his sincerity. "Can we go in now?" You said, sounding absolutely miserable, "Yeah let's go in," he responded, leading you to his room.

When you got in you laid down on his bed ignoring the weird stains on his sheets. "It was really that bad, huh?" Eddie said as he sat on the other side of his bed. "Bad? Yeah it was really awful. Everything thing just went wrong?" You began to break down again. "Sh, sh, it's okay. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." Eddie said as he scooted over to you and hugged you. "No, I do want to tell you. I just- it was awful today. First, I woke up to my mom yelling at me for something I didn't even do. Then when I finally got to school, I tripped on a rock and everyone laughed at me. And then I got to Math class, where I usually get to see you and be relieved of my stress, but you weren't there. And- And then later, I saw someone had written the word 'freak' on my locker and normally that doesn't bother me but after all that went on today, it hurt to hear that and everyone was laughing again. I thought I might see you at lunch but you weren't there. And I- I just didn't want to be there anymore but I had too, and it didn't help that I completely failed a test that I studied so hard. And- And I just missed you." You said at this point you're out of breath and just overall really tired. "Oh. Oh. I'm so sorry I really messed up, huh? I should've there you." Eddie said overwhelmed by all the information he was just given. "I promise I won't skip math class ever again." You laughed at his choice of words, but also you felt loved. "Yeah, I know it's really out of the blue, but we're friends right?" You said catching Eddie off guard causing him to sit up. "Of course we're friends, idiot. Where is this coming from anyways?" Eddie questioned worried at why you were all of a sudden questioning your friendship. You rushed to sit up as well worried that what you were about to say might end everything between you two. "Well it's just that I care about you and- and I want to be with you, but I don't think you like me back." Eddie was stunned. "And you probably don't, and I could totally just leave right now if you-" You rushed out, but before you could finish, you were quickly shut up by a pair of extremely soft and eager lips. It wasn't what you expected, but you quickly reciprocated the kiss and soon you were laying back down with Eddie hovering over you. "Of course I like you. I might even love you." He said quietly.

"I love you too more than anything." You said too tired to say anything else. And before you even knew it you were both asleep in each other's arms.

[cerebrumrott]

Obey Me! Shall we Date?

Brothers x MC

Synopsis: Reaction to one of the other brothers insulting you

Lucifer

It had started out as a nice evening for once. Though of course that would never last with his brothers. Levi was at Mammon's throat all through dinner over some dumb figurine he was missing.

The argument quickly escalated into a full on screaming match, just as Lucifer was about to tell them both to shut up or take their pissing contest else where. You had chimed in asking them rather politely not to fight at the table.

Leviathan on his war path didn't stop to think before insults were thrown your way. "Shut up you worthless human and stay out of it for once!" Levi had snapped.

Everyone almost leapt out of their chairs in fear when Lucifer's fist loudly collided with the table silencing the room. "Leviathan you will apologize and go to your room." Lucifer said clearly a command and not a suggestion.

Levi now scared and embarrassed muttered a rushed apology to you before scampering away his tail literally tucked between his legs as he had been so startled by Lucifer's intervention that he had poofed into his demon form.

Once dinner was over Lucifer pulled you aside to ask if you were okay. With reassurance from you that you are indeed fine and didn't take anything that was said to heart he can go about his night without worry.

Mammon

It had been a rather stressful day for everyone in the house. Tensions were high and it resulted in Mammon acting as the punching bag for his younger siblings. Not that he really minded in all honesty as he knew they were just letting off steam and didn't mean anything they said.

Asmodeus was currently laying into him as the two sat in the living room. Mammon admittedly antagonizing Asmodeus into saying some particularly mean things as he just played stupid further annoying his little brother.

You had been an innocent bystander, sitting on the other side of the room just watching the whole spectacle before you whilst working on a school project. Mammon had something particularly weird in response to one of Asmo's outbursts which had pulled a small laugh out of you.

Though that had been enough for Asmodeus to turn his frustration on you in that moment. "Shut up you ugly bitch!" Asmodeus snapped but as soon as the words left his mouth the regret seeped into his features.

Mammon was far past playing now as he rose from his seat glaring down at Asmodeus. "Apologize Asmodeus." Mammon nearly shouted. Asmodeus was taking far too long for Mammon's taste to apologize and it was quickly angering him to the point he could feel his teeth grinding together.

Asmodeus quickly apologized to you after seeing how serious Mammon was before excusing himself. You weren't so much as hurt by the words as you were just taken aback by the sudden turn on you.

Mammon none the less joined you were you were sitting practically draping himself over you as he pulled you into his arms. "Don't worry MC the great Mammon is here there is no need to cry." "I'm not crying-" "Shhhh, it's okay." He would loudly hush you while smiling feeling better when he hears you laugh again.

Leviathan

He was sitting with you in your bedroom. Excitedly explaining the plot to this new game that was coming out and how it ties into the tv show it was based off of. Though Mammon who had been pacing around the room sulking was getting rather sick of Leviathan's consumption of your attention.

Mammon short on patience snaps at his brother urging to him to just shut up and get lost. Before Leviathan could retort for himself you had leapt to his defense.

"So what you are just as big of a loser as he is now?!" Mammon scoffed though the panic in his eyes was evident when he saw how upset Leviathan was at insulting his henry.

Leviathan literally hissed in anger at his brother as his tail lashed out behind him Demon form in full swing as he positioned himself between you and the idiot now backing up with his hands raised.

"N-Now Levi lets think about thi-" "Apologize and get out!" Leviathan roared his fangs bared to his idiot of a brother.

Mammon sputtered out an apology over his shoulder as he ran out of the room slamming the door behind him as Levi turned back to you. He spends the next ten minutes making sure you are okay.

"Levi I promise I'm fine." "Are you sure?" "I'm sure." "Are you sure you're sure?" "Levi please..."

Satan

Satan had been sorting through his collection in the library when you joined him. One thing led to another and now the two of you were working on using one of the spare bookshelves to turn it into your own little reading nook where Satan could put books he wanted you to read and you could easily browse your way through them.

Things were going swimmingly if Satan had to say so himself. He was happily chattering about books he thought you would like and was even more excited when you suggested a few for him to read himself.

The two of you so engrossed in the world you had formed between the two of you had forgotten that Belphegor was attempting to nap on the couch.

Satan had handed you a book and was beaming down at you as you exclaimed excitedly starting to explain how this was one of your childhood favorites when Belphegor yelled out in frustration.

The rage in Belphegor was painfully clear to Satan as his younger brother sat up suddenly glaring at the two of you with irritation.

"MC Do you not know when to shut your damned mouth!" Belphegor snapped as he stood to leave in a fury. Though he hadn't taken more than a few steps when Satan's roar made him turn back in fear.

Satan was unable to hold himself back as he flew forward tackling his younger brother to the ground his weight driving the air from Belphegor's lungs. The two wrestled for a moment both now in their Demon forms lashing out at each other, Belphegor attempting to throw Satan off of him by kicking out and scratching him with his thorn laced tail. This did nothing more than anger Satan further as he screamed pulling back his arm to punch Belphegor right in his face.

Satan was a half a second from caving Belphegor's head in when he felt you throw yourself on him arms wrapped around his neck as you asked him to stop.

He hesitated a moment as he listened to your pleas. Belphegor used this opportunity to squirm out from under Satan bolting from the room with a speed that was unlike the avatar of sloth. Satan would have laughed had he not still been boiling inside.

Rather than chase down his brother he instead turned to you holding you against his chest as he took many, many deep breaths until finally the calm returned to him and he could look down at you without seeing red.

"Thank you for standing up for me but please don't murder the others for me." "Not even a little?"

Asmodeus

Asmodeus had acted on instinct as he felt his arm snap out from his side his hand cracking across his brothers face. Even when his brother turned to look at him with a devastated look he couldn't help the anger seeping from him.

Asmo had spent the morning with you helping to assemble a new wardrobe for you with outfits more suited to devildom weather. Seeing as much of the clothing in majolish was designed with demon physic in mind, you had grown a bit timid in some of your choices.

Asmodeus was having none of that, wanting to show you how beautiful you are insisted on a mini fashion show in his room.

You had been loving it so far. Asmo taking special time to pull you in front of his full size mirror and point out all the best parts of you and your clothes. He was also quite enjoying the snuggling and cuddling between outfit changes.

You were trying on your last outfit, one you had been openly against initially due to its sheer fabric and open back. While in the bathroom changing, Asmo took the time to fold up your purchases slipping in a few shirts of his own for you to add to your collection that he thought you would like.

When Mammon let himself in...

The second oldest threw the door open striding in going on about something about Asmo hoarding you all to himself just as you stepped out from the bathroom shyly showing off your new shirt.

Before Asmo could throw Mammon out by the scruff he turned to look at you and snorted upon seeing what you were wearing.

"MC, How can you let Asmo do that to you? Don't you feel stupid dressed up like some old geezer?" Mammon teased not at all seeing the effect it had on you. Asmo could feel his heart clench as he saw your face fall.

"You don't like it?" "I mean MC you look like one of the pirate people from the movies you had us watching." Mammon laughed as Asmo stepped forward glaring up at him

"That's enough out of you, get out." Asmo snapped motioning towards the door as mammon gave him a confused expression

"So you can let MC walk around looking stupid? I don-" Mammon wasn't able to finish his sentence as Asmo's arm snapped out slapping Mammon across the face.

The impact sounded much worse than it truly was as Mammon stared down at his younger brother in surprise.

"Don't you dare say such things to MC when you dress like a total slob half the time! They will be taking no mind to the words of a fool like you!" Asmodeus all but growled as he grabbed Mammon by the collar of his shirt and tossed him out of his room.

Asmodeus was absolutely fuming as he walked back to you pulling you into his arms and snuggling you against him.

"Don't you listen to a single word that come out of that idiots mouth do you hear me? He wouldn't know a thing about beauty if it hit him upside the head." "You did just slap him Asmo." "My point exactly! He still couldn't see how dazzling you look!"

Beelzebub

The two of you had been cooking dinner in the kitchen. Really it was Beel's turn to cook but he couldn't be trusted not to just eat it all before serving it so you were on babysitting duty.

Even though it wasn't your turn to do anything you still insisted on helping Beelzebub with chopping and prepping things while he took care of the more labor intensive tasks.

Whilst working Asmodeus had made his way into the kitchen to get himself something to drink. You had yet to notice him as you were too focused on kneading dough to realize the brother was walking behind you. It was only when you suddenly whipped around with a handful of dough and splattered the avatar of lust across the chest that you realized your mistake.

The shriek that came out of Asmodeus startled Beel from his own work turning back just in time to see the anger flash across his older brother's face seeing his shirt was ruined.

"MC why is it that you can never do the simplest of things right?! Are you stupid!?" Asmodeus had snapped letting his anger over take his thoughts. Too busy trying to clean his shirt he didn't notice the tears welling in your eyes, but Beelzebub did.

"Asmo, you know it was an accident so apologize for yelling at them." Beel said sternly coming over to look down on his older brother.

"I think not! Look at the state of my shirt!" Asmo huffed only now glancing up to see you wiping the tears from your eyes with the corner of your apron.

"Asmodeus, Say your sorry." Beel urged as Asmodeus pouted pulling you into his arms.

"I'm sorry MC I lost my temper and I didn't mean it." Asmo apologized and Beel beamed down at the two of you happy that you two had made up.

"Group hug!" Beelzebub announced as he was already wrapping his arms around the two of you and squeezing

Belphegor

Belphie had decided that today was going to be a day just for the two of you. With enough snacks and drinks hoarded up in the attic to keep even Beelzebub sated. He stole you away early in the morning content to snooze the day away with you at his side.

It was nearing mid day when Belphegor was roused from his nap. He was still curled into your side as he opened his eyes seeing you trying to have a whispered conversation with Lucifer who was looming over the bed with a sour expression.

"Seriously MC now is not the time to be wasting about when you have work to be doing. Now get up and stop being so lazy, You think you would know better than to-" Lucifer ranted his voice slowly raising in timber as he grew more heated.

Belphegor felt his own temper flare just from hearing Lucifer's voice but then knowing he was harassing you sent it over the edge. Belphegor couldn't help the growl that started in his throat his demon form appearing before he himself could register it.

Without rising from the bed he felt the thorns on his tail bristle as he wrapped it around you barricading you from his older brother.

"Go away..." Belphegor grumbled glaring up at Lucifer through his bangs. Clearly not wanting to deal with Belphegor's attitude Lucifer simply sneered and strode off making a few remarks as he left though Belphegor ignored them preferring to you you down into his arms.

"Ignore him he doesn't know anything..." Belphegor yawned tucking your head under his chin. He could feel the dwindling tension in your shoulders as he pulled you close. Rubbing his hand in circles on your back he felt the unease slowly slip from you before he himself slipped into sleep.

He admits he may be over reacting with this next part but Lucifer's already poor sleep may be just take a nose dive with the ideas he was cooking up.

[sugrbugz]

𝙰𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 ~ 𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚘 𝚃𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚞 ♥︎

a business man kuroo x femboy!male reader concept!

TYSM FOR 100 FOLLOWERS <3

ok females calm down i know everyone’s horny for kuroo, which is why i’ll be posting a female version of this too! i’m just a male who is indeed horny for kuroo soooo….i see u men

CW: heavy degradation..like HEAVY, oral, anal, pet play, bdsm, a little bit of somno (literally just touches your ass while ur sleeping that’s it), face fucking, dycraphilia, lotsa swearing hehe, hate fucking essentially.

was it his fault? not entirely. kuroo had been at the end of his rope before he even walked in the front door. having to deal with corporate executives who thought they were actually useful all day was a chore in itself.

kuroo loved his job, loved his company, loved the money even, but most importantly he loved you. he loved everything about you. he loved how you’d come running down the large staircase when he came home, ready to receive a plethora of hugs and kisses from you. you were the only part of today he was looking forward to.

so when he came home to an empty house, not one with the sounds of your music or your feet rushing down the hall to greet him. he was honestly disappointed. “baby?” he called out loud enough, looking around the main floor a bit before going upstairs. now the sight before him made his heart squeeze, you curled up in the blankets of the bed with your head buried into his pillow? he wanted to cry.

that’s when he noticed it, your clothes. kuroo is as bisexual as it gets, he’s quite literally the poster child. however, in your mlm relationship it was very apparent the type of boys he was into, femboys. with a slight gulp he pulled the blanket back just a bit, careful not to wake you. the large pink night shirt that cling to your body with the literal pair of panties nearly made him pass out.

“even when you’re sleeping you aim to please me..” he mumbled running his fingers down your back before cupping your ass cheek with one hand. no movement from you yet. you two had talks about kinks before, it wasn’t uncharted territory and sure enough he remembered what he was doing right now was okay, you’d given him consent multiple times to do it but even then he still wanted fresh consent. maybe you fell asleep because you weren’t feeling good or were having a bad day and needed to sleep it off.

he lightly shook you, “hun..” he whispered leaning down to kiss your cheek softly. smiling when you whined softly. “you okay babe..? anything wrong?” he asked softly. you opened one eye, making him smile wide. “mhm…’m okay” you mumbled sitting up slightly, your shirt falling off your shoulder slightly. “that’s good..now…i have a favour to ask, kitten”

after the petname you knew what that favour was going to be. “anything for you.” you smiled softly, shifting your position so you were sitting on your knees in front of him. you knew what came next and so did he.

“sucha good boy” he praised softly, hands finding the collar around your throat. “you didn’t take it off since last night? that’s cute..maybe i’ll get you something similar that you can wear in public?” he hummed.

you knew better than to speak unless he was genuinely asking you a question but you still gave him a gently nod to show your interest.

“what a good pet…to be completely honest with you, i’ve had a terrible fucking day. you know how i get when i’m not having a good day don’t you angel?” he asked, a hint of cockiness to his tone.

“i’ll be back. by the time i am you know what i expect to see.” with that he kissed your forehead and left the room. you didn’t want to test him today, sometimes you’d be a brat but today was not that day.

you quickly stripped down, clothes folded neatly placed on the side table so they were accessible for aftercare. your hands found your lap, pressing your hands in between your legs to hide the inevitable boned that came with him using you like he wanted to. surely he wouldn’t know if you gave yourself a little attention right? it was just so hard to stop yourself..it would feel too good.

snaking one hand down you grab onto your own length, gently stroking it. you shiver a bit at the feeling, both your cold hand and the sexiness of know that if you’re caught kuroo would make your life a living hell for a couple of hours, was thrilling.

when you and kuroo started getting into bdsm he put rules in place, ones that you needed to follow in the bed and even in regular life. one of the big ones? always ask your master permission to play. it was almost like you could hear him saying it back in your head, the guilt was starting to set in but it was just too late. right as you went to stop your movements, the door opened again, leaving you and kuroo in a very long intense gaze.

“well..what do we have here love? is my good boy breaking the rules?” he simply walked over, tossing the lube among other things he brought to the side chair near the bed. “n-no i didn’t do anything!” you whined in protest.

kuroo slowly leaned down, hand gently cupping your face, “i don’t fucking believe you.” he whispered before bringing the hand on your cheek back a bit to give it a smack then quickly taking the stinging skin back in his hand. “one thing i hate more than a whore who doesn’t fucking listen is a liar.” he spits.

he could quite literally get off on the shocked expression on your face currently, “now let’s try this again. did you break a rule?” he asked, eyes literally begging you to try and lie again. “yes master..” you sighed in defeat, you knew the punishment would be bad.

“do you know what happens to naughty boys that don’t listen and lie? do you kitten?” he let go of your face now, walking over to some of the things he brought up to the room. “they get punished” you replied quickly, not wanting to give him any other reason to punish you harder. “they do…you’re so smart baby..” he came back over, shoving you flat down on your back before using a flogger over your pretty pink tip.

“if only you weren’t a needy dumb slut.” he laughed striking again. you were left there to just wiggle and take it, whines and gasps leaving your mouth like a gospel. “i just wanted to come home and have a good time with my pretty kitty..and of course your stupid cock had to ruin it.” he sighed, peering down at you slightly just to see if you were still okay but judging by your face you loved it.

“i can’t wait any fucking more. get on your hands and knees, and you better arch that fucking back” he grumbled leaning over to grab the lube. this is how you knew kuroo was stressed or upset. even if he was punishing you he always took his time giving you what you wanted but now it was straight to the point.

“god look at that beautiful ass..too bad it’s attached to a cumdump like you, it’s going to be fucking tortured today i promise you that much boy.” he hissed giving it a rough slap. you flinch forward from the sting, a loud whine leaving your mouth. that only makes him do it again, harder this time. so hard it’s already formed a raised little imprint of his hand.

with every smack you jolt forward causing your cock to rut against the blankets, there was just so many sensations at once that you couldn’t help it when you came untouched, load seeping out onto the bed.

you’re fucked.

“did you just fucking cum?” he laughs loudly, one more extremely hard slap coming down, basking in the way you scream and whine about being sensitive. “you’re fucking pathetic. is that all you need? the bare fucking minimum?” he cussed at you. “you better fucking apologize” he grunts out.

“i-i’m so sorry! ‘m sorry master i-i didn’t mean too! it just feels soo good!” you practically sobbed, babbling like an idiot about how much you love him and that you’ll do better. he loved breaking you like this but he knew it was also emotionally taxing. “what do i always tell you baby?” his voice was a bit softer now, wiping a stray tear that did slip from your eye.

“t-this is just for fun..you don’t mean anything you say” you sniffled looking up at him with those cute little eyes of yours. “that’s right. good boy” he praised, “colour??” he asked immediately after. “green” you smile giving him a little thumbs up.

with your confirmation kuroo quickly grabbed you by the small amount of hair you had, pressing your face against the tent in his pants. “good..then it’s only fair i get to cum too yeah?” he smirked, stroking your hair gently.

“yes sir you do..i promise i’ll do good for you!” you ramble quickly, tiny hands working on his dress pants buttons. he watched you with hooded lids, just admiring how quickly you were trying to please him. “maybe your punishment will end if you’re good enough, but remember kitty it won’t be easy” he smirked knowing exactly what he was going to do.

you didn’t reply, just gave him a tiny nod. if you had to work for it then you would. you pull his cock out of his pants, kitten licking at the top a few times before licking a long strip from his balls all the way back up to the tip. to say you had a oral fixation, especially when it came to kuroos cock, was an understatement.

“that’s it…g-good boy-fuck” he praised, hands roughly gripping at your hair. holding you in place when you tried to take most of his length into your mouth, what didn’t fit your hands fumbled with. however kuroo was determined to make it fit.

kuroo roughly pulled your head down onto him, basking in the sound of you choking and gagging on his cock, “awh what’s the matter? bit off more than you can chew??” he smirked fucking your face with aggression, hips snapping up flush against your cheeks.

the tears that rolled down your cheeks made him unbelievably horny that he couldn’t stop himself, grunts and moans leaving him mouth while he used yours as a person fuck toy. you knew he was close when his perfect rhythm faltered a little and his grip on you was even tighter. to show him just how bad you wanted it, your hands found his balls, rolling and playing with them.

“goddd~you want this l-load so bad huh? hm? nggh! fuckk! you want it? yeah? fucking taking it stupid slut.” he sounded so unbelievably hot you can’t even help the bit of precum now leaking from your sensitive tip. soon after his statements you felt a warm sensation flooding down your throat, almost choking and coughing slightly since there was so much.

kuroo was still letting out loud moans of exctasy, ending with a soft hum he pulled his cock out of your mouth. the second you were freed you let out a gasp for air and a little bit of a cough but kuroo didn’t care. he grabbed your chin, opening your mouth with his other hand to make sure not even a drop of his cum went to waste. “good kitty..you took my cock so well…maybe you do need a reward?” he hummed, laughing deeply when you nodded quickly.

“face down ass up pretty boy.” he stated, having no problem jerking his still sensitive cock back up into a full erection. you did exactly as he asked before feeling a cold piece of metal against your back, you knew it well. the lead that attached to your collar. after it was clicked into place there were a few kisses up your back before you heard his raspy breath in your ear, “if you cum again without my permission this ass is going to be so fucking bruised and sore you won’t be sitting for months.” he whispered softly before biting the tip of your ear.

your breath caught in your throat but you nodded quickly, “yes sir..i’ll be so good i just really need to feel you..” you whine out, having to force your hips not to rut against the bed. “it’s cute when you’re so unbelievably pathetic for me” he smirked before gently rubbing the tip of his cock against your hole. “you’re clenching around nothing..so pretty..”

you choked out a tiny sob from just how needy you were, he always did this. he liked to break you down before even touching you, you loved it. “a stupid whore” he laughed loudly before giving you another harsh smack. with that he lubed his cock up, groaning a bit from how it felt.

with that he pushed inside, moaning when he bottomed out. he had this plan where he was going to make you cockwarm him for a bit just to tease you but the second he thought about all the stupid shit he had to deal with today? his hips snapped up and aggressively into you making you scream out but he wasn’t listening.

he was stuck in his own head, mentally cussing out everyone he worked with as he fucked all his anger out into his pretty kitty. “a-ah! da-mm! daaddyy!” you whine out nearly snapping him back to reality fully. “what? can’t handle it? is it too much for you?” he spat quickly, his pace not letting up. “everyone’s-nn-fuckin’ disappointing me today! i’m not taking it from you kitten.” he seethed, basking in the sound the bed made as it smacked off the wall.

“daddy! fuckk! ‘s soo goodd” he listened to the way you moaned out, his cock twitching so hard inside you that you could feel it. “yeah? you like it when i fuck your stupid boy pussy” he grinned knowing the way that made your heart skip a beat. “come on then, prove it. show me how much you love this fucking cock, stupid bitch” he smirked smacking your seriously irritated ass cheeks.

that sparked something inside of you, your hips throwing themselves back onto his cock. your moans so loud for him it sounded like screams. “p-please!” you managed to scream out between the loud babbling that left your mouth. “please what kitty?” he grunted, doing his best to focus on you and the squeezing your ass that was practically trying to milk him.

“plea-hhng! please c-cum daddy please!” you screamed, thank fuck he didn’t have neighbours. he smirked and shoved you down so your head was pressed again the mattress, holding your head there he let out a loud fucking moan before completely stilling. you could feel it shooting out in ropes, it felt so good that you came instantly and once again untouched.

“hmm that was cute~” he hummed almost immediately back to his normal self. “colour my love?” he asked gently rubbing your back, wondering if there was possibility to go again. “red” you murmur making him nod before slowly slipping out of you. “are you hurt? was it too much?” he pouted softly, gently rolling you onto your back to keep eye contact with you.

when you couldn’t reply he gently scooped you up and carried you into the bathroom, “it’s okay baby..kuroos got ya’”

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐞𝐱/𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 (𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝)

Warnings: NSFW content. Read at your own discretion.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Hongjoong was already frustrated. He was on a deadline to finish up a song and he was nowhere near even getting halfway. Eden had just recently scolded him and he felt extremely agitated and irritated at this point.

"Hey Joong? I brought you lunch so-"

"Just leave it on the table, I'll eat it later." He cut you off rather sharply, barely even sparing you a glance.

"I was actually thinking we could eat together." You were off put by his short temper.

"I don't have time Y/N." He huffed out, a hand running through his hair.

You were pissed at this point and were not about to take his crap anymore.

"Exactly! You don't have time for me anymore! I get your job demands a lot of your time, but to not even take a break and enjoy just 10 minutes without....these." You gestured to all the mess scattered around his desk.

Hurt about being reminded about his neglect of you yet angry at being scolded once more, Hongjoong slammed his hands on the table, swiftly pushing off the chair before going over to where you were standing and stared you down.

"All right. Fine. 10 minutes you say? I can work with that."

Without a warning, he pushed you onto the couch, making a quick work of your pants and stripping them off you. You let out a sharp cry when he began devouring your pussy, animalistic growls spilling out his lips as he slurped you up as if he'd been starved. When you tried pulling away, he landed a harsh slap on your clit, making your hips jolt up and a shriek come out.

"Shut up and take what I give you you needy desperate whore. You wanted 10 minutes? Let's see how many times I can make you cum in that time."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Hearing the front door slam, Seonghwa brace himself for yet another one of your moods after a long day at work. Wanting to help your day be less stressful, he had prepared you some of your favorites food.

"Y/N." He called out to you in a sing song tone.

Stomping over, you just looked at him with an eyebrow raised, total resting bitch face plastered on.

"I made your favorite." He happily told you, but you still didn't seem to bat an eyelash at him, you simply turned around and began walking out.

"Wait Y/N come on. Here at least try some. It'll help you with your stress-"

"Can't you take a damn hint Seonghwa?! I don't fucking want it!"

When he tried to approach you with a spoonful of food, you actually snapped and slapped it out of his hand, making it stain his perfectly polished floor. Seonghwa looked at it then looked back at you.

"You know Y/N I think I put up with your bratty attitude and bitchy behavior for too long."

You gasped sharply when he suddenly turned you around and slammed you up against the table, grabbing your arms so he could hold them behind your back.

"Maybe I've been a little too nice to you....making you baths, preparing you food, all in hopes of helping you release stress....but its clear a little bitch like you doesn't need that."

You squirmed under his grasp, trying to get free but with no use as his grip was tight on you. The sound of him unbuckling his belt made you stop moving entirely, and you shivered when pulled your skirt up before ripping your tights and pushing your underwear to the side.

"Clearly a bitch like you needs a good pounding, fuck that attitude right out of you."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

You knew you were screwed the instant Yunho roughly pulled you off Mingi's lap and took you into his room, shutting the door right behind him before staring at you with fire burning through his eyes. You had never seen him so mad before.

No soon afterwards, you were currently on top of him, his hips bucking up at you at a relentless pace that had you screaming his name over and over again. His hands were practically digging into your skin, holding tightly onto you with such ferocity.

"Look at you, being so desperate for a good fuck that you'd actually try and whore yourself out to my best friend like a cheap bitch."

When one of his hands came up to grasp at your throat, you were shivering on top of him.

"Weren't you?! What! Is my cock not enough for you? My cock and these hands you love so much not satisfying you anymore? Hmm? Is that why you were all cuddled up to Mingi? Hoped he'd actually take pity and fuck you?"

You knew it wasn't your intention to make him jealous, but god if this is what jealousy did to him, you would totally do it again.

"Stupid slut. Mingi's not going to fuck you. You're just a dirty, filthy hole, he doesn't want you...."

Even after you came, you were still a crying mess as Yunho kept fucking up into you, not caring that you were beyond your limit, your inner thighs getting sore.

"But you're my little hole for me to fuck. Got it? And if I need to fuck you dumb to get it through that stupid useless brain of yours to understand that only I can make you feel this good, then so be it. I'll fuck you til you break, my little sex toy."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang was not very pleased by your behavior lately. You had been giving him the silent treatment and avoiding him for no good reason. Trying to coax what was wrong out of you, he came up behind you as you were washing dishes.

"How's my little princess? Did you have a good day?"

He was only met with you elbowing him in the rib and shoved him off you.

"Ok seriously Y/N? What did I even do? Stop being so childish and talk to me like a mature adult."

Hearing you scoff and seeing you roll your eyes at him made him furious and irritated with you. As you tried to walk past him, he grabbed your elbow and picked you up, setting you down on the kitchen counter as his eyes burned a hole through you.

"If you're going to keep acting like a brat, maybe I should just treat you like one then."

You don't know if you truly regret breaking Yeosang's patience. On the one hand, you were definitely not going to be walking straight for a week. On the other, you utterly enjoyed having your face pressed against the pillow, ass up as Yeosang was shoving his dick in and out of you, red handprints scattered across your butt cheeks and hands tied behind your back with one of his ties. Everytime you tried to hide your face in the pillow to muffle your screams, he'd yank your hair up.

"I said I wasn't having you ignore me anymore princess. Now come on, scream my name. I want this entire floor to hear your pathetic whimpers."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San looked at you with an unamused gaze.

"Repeat what you just said.....I dare you to."

He was pissed off, it was more than clear. But maybe that's what you wanted, wanted him to be as pissed as you were, even just a bit of what you were feeling. It's not that you meant to take out your jealousy on him, but seeing his co-host be extremely clingy towards him backstage and he never did anything about it made your blood boil.

"I said you're nothing more than a fucking horn dog. Probably let that skank suck your dick." You exclaimed in disgust.

The sudden slam of his hand against the wall behind you both scared and thrilled you. Looking at you with a hungry smirk, he opened the door behind you, trapping you inside a closet. In minutes, he was pressing you against the wall, his frantic grunts mixing with your whimpered cries. San would occasionally let out a sadistic laugh at how wrecked you look.

"You're right baby, I am indeed a horn dog. Absolutely love getting my dick wet and fuck a pussy all the time."

Hand reaching between your legs, he began to harshly pinch and rub at your clit, his other hand that was holding onto your hip keeping you from collapsing on the floor as your orgasm took over you.

"But get this straight: I only fuck this pussy right here. Ok? I fucking claimed this a long ass time ago and I'll fuck it whenever I want to."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

Ending the call with your friend, you were coming out of the bedroom when you were suddenly shoved back inside by none other than your usually caring and sweet boyfriend, who looked angry as he closed the door behind him.

"Mingi? What-"

You couldn't finish your sentence as his large hands cupped your cheeks, his long body pushing you back until you landed on the bed. He was kissing you harshly, nothing like the usual tender and loving kisses he'd be known to give you. His hands clutched at your covered breasts, groping at them before he unexpectedly tore your shirt in the middle.

"Mingi! What has gotten into you?!" You exclaimed in shock at his sudden change in behavior.

"I heard you talking to your friend. Saying shit like I'm too soft and vanilla for you."

You moaned out when he began to suck along your neck, his hands cupping your bra and pulling it down enough to have your breasts spill out.

"Oh princess if only you knew I've just been holding back all this time."

With a taunting chuckle, he pulled of you. Undoing his zipper, he began to strip out of his jeans and briefs, letting his long cock spring free, precum leaking at the tip.

"I didn't want to be selfish and break you like I wanted too....... but if that's what you want well then, I'd be happy to oblige my little princess."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Neither of you knew how it started nor exactly how it escalated. One minute Wooyoung was being the annoying shit he was, with you playfully shoving him away and calling him names, and then the next you were both pushing each other rather abruptly. When you called him a particularly degrading insult, he retaliated likewise and now it seemed like a screaming match between you two.

"You know what? This is fucking stupid!" You hollered and turned away, making a bee line towards your room.

"I'm not done yet!" Wooyoung trailed after you.

"Well I am! Now excuse me, I'm going to go take a shower and hopefully cool off this rage." You stated firmly before slamming the bathroom door right in his face.

The refreshing water seemed to calm you down a little, so you just stood there under the shower head, just letting your body soak in the cold. You were so unaware of your surroundings that you failed to notice Wooyoung had entered the bathroom and didn't realize it until you felt his arms turn you around to face him. No explanation, he just began kissing you, his tongue taking control over your mouth while one hand hiked one of your legs over his waist.

"Still think I'm an annoying bastard?" He grunted fiercely as he thrusted up into you, not giving you time to react as he began pounding into you.

"Yes you are!" You hissed at him, hands swooping his wet hair and tugging at it rather hardly.

He just looked at you with a shit eating grin.

"Yet you still let me fuck you. "

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

You were frustrated and stressed out, so was Jongho. Even as you two did your own little things inside the apartment, even the smallest things either of you did made the other let out an annoyed huff. It all culminated when Jongho accidentally spilled his cup of juice on the floor, that little action had you both looking at each other with near contempt.

"I feel like punching something." Jongho confessed.

"Me too." You admitted.

"Wanna punch me?" He offered.

Smirking at him, you thought about something better.

"No.... I think I'd rather fuck you."

So now here you were, underneath your inhumanely strong boyfriend, his cock balls deep inside you, your legs thrown over his shoulders while his hands were already leaving bruises around your inner thighs from how hard he was squeezing at them. You two had already cum several times but you still kept going, pushing past your sensitivity as you both still had a lot of rage and energy to release.

In a particularly sharp angle of his hips, you were quivering under Jongho, for the first time you were actually squirting under him.

"Oh fuck!" Seeing you break down and make a mess all over him and yourself had him cumming soon after, his body collapsing on top of yours.

Both of you were beyond exhausted after all that. Your bodies were so sticky with sweat and your breathing had not yet returned to normal. Looking over at you, Jongho smiled sincerely for the first time in days.

"So.... now that we got that out of the way.... can we cuddle?"

Gifs not mine. Credit goes to their respective owners.

[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n and ranboo

this is an extra part to the great adventures series

summary: part two to the angst imagine (the not so great adventures of y/n tommy tubbo jack and ranboo) it’s a happier ‘ending’ please read what is written in bold

this is an “alternative ending” around 15 years into the future this doesn’t mean this is actually how the series is going to end im writing it now and including it as part of series as their friendship is already established i can confirm y/n and the group are going to have a happy ending when the series eventually comes to an end this also does not mean the series is anywhere near the end i plan on continuing the series as vlogs come out, i feel the need to confirm this now love between y/n and ranboo in this imagine is completely platonic

it had been about a month since you last streamed whereas ranboo continued to stream a few days after the fallout as he wanted to make sure you were going to be okay. even though ranboo knew this huge fallout would eventually happen, it still hurt him, especially since he knew there was no way to prevent it, the four of you in the same house mixed with the stress of being some of the most-watched content creators made living rather difficult. it was like walking on eggshells as you didn’t want to interrupt someone's stream, then there was the additional stress of obsessive fans finding out where the four of you lived, you still remember that day very vividly. you were sat in between tubbo and ranboo watching the office whilst Tommy was in an interview when you received a message from your mod.

Chris: hey y/n I received this message earlier I don’t want to scare you, but maybe get the locks changed. someone sent a message claiming this is your address *image of message from ‘fan’*

it didn’t take long for tubbo and ranboo to receive a message from their mods saying the same thing

“holy shit...”

“chances are Tommy has the message too. we shall go check around the house when Tommy is done with the interview.”

luckily no one ever showed up to the house, but the fact some people were so obsessed to the point they found your address was enough to put everyone in the house on edge. and now it was just you and ranboo in the house. you didn’t feel safe as even though ranboo promised to not let anything happen, you didn’t wanna risk it.

“we should move. there’s no point in having such a big house for two people, what are we going to use the extra space for heh? hide and seek with people who have our address. no thank you. I say we move leave this mess behind and start completely over, hell I’d feel safer in the us and that’s saying something”

ranboo agreed the house didn’t have the happiest memories attached to it anymore, it hurt walking past the hallway as it would bring back the memory of him crying into the crook of y/ns neck whilst tubbo left the house.

“let’s do it, I’ll do an early stream then we can look for houses. go take a shower. I’ll stay close to the door so you’re safe, then you can stay in my room whilst I stream, you can join me if you would like.”

“you’re being very protective all of a sudden...let me guess you got the message from our mods announcing the obsessive fans are at it again?”

“go take a shower.”

“no.”

ranboo ended up picking you up, carried you to the bathroom and turned the shower on before putting you on your feet.

“quick shower I’ll see you later.”

and with that he left the room shutting the door behind him, 30 minutes later you got changed and followed ranboo to his room ready to join him whilst he streams

“hey boo, can I join you? I kinda wanna get into streaming again.”

“I'm so glad you asked, I was going to do a face cam stream, if that’s okay?”

“of course.”

you grabbed his mask and glasses whilst he locked the door so you were both safe. “here you go.”

“thank you.”

the pair of you started the stream and it was honestly going well, you were having so much fun you forgot about all the negative things currently going on, you began to understand why ranboo continued streaming as for those 2-4 hours of streaming it felt as though everything was back to normal. 3 hours later the two of you ended stream and Twitter went crazy. tweets ranged from fans talking about how ranboo was streaming with you, how Tommy was in chat, and how tubbo was modding as people who mentioned anything about their address being leaked were banned by tubbo. the one thing that caught ranboos eye was fan art and a picture of you both from the stream captioned ‘they’re platonic soulmates your honour’ ranboo went as far to like, retweet and comment on it.

ranaltboo: glad you liked the stream it was great having y/n back, think I might make them play tattletail next stream

definitelynoty/n: isn’t that the Furby game that terrified you in 2021? bring it on boo!

Twitter went crazy over this interaction, you had finally come back to social media after months of being inactive, and it looked like you were here to stay. a month later you and ranboo moved out of the house and sold it to your aunt and her wife and their three adopted children, you explained the situation and even changed the locks for them all before they moved in.

“Please do tell us if anyone shows up who shouldn’t be. we changed the locks as you were aware- oh hello little one.”

you noticed one of their children decided to cling onto your leg

“I like your hair it’s colourful!”

“Indeed it is.”

“WOAH A GIANT!”

the little girl let go of your leg and ran to ranboo asking to be picked up, unsure of what to do he looked towards you. however, you were too busy laughing about the fact he was compared to a giant.

“I'm so sorry uh if you want to pick her up you can, you don’t have to.”

“pick me up, tall man... I want to be taller!”

ranboo ended up standing next to you with an arm around your waist whilst the child sat on his shoulders happily playing with his hair.

“ranboo do not drop that child.”

“I didn't- I didn't plan on it y/n.”

eventually, it was time to leave and the child reluctantly let go of ranboo.

“bye-bye!! hope to see you soon!”

soon enough you were at a smaller house, far away from the old house, leaving behind the negative feelings. it could only get better, a week later the pair of you had settled into the new house, it finally felt like home. you and ranboo were now streaming full time again, safe to say the two of you were thriving and closer than ever.

“so I’m thinking if I hit the sub-goal today I’ll let chat pick what colour I dye my hair.”

“make it higher, and I’ll let you cut my hair.”

“Are you being serious? oh my god!”

a few minutes later you took to Twitter to announce you were going live.

y/n: kidnapping children in the sims with ranboo psst check the subgoal.

within 20 minutes you had hit the sub-goal, chat ended up picking another random neon colour for your hair.

“right hair dye and the cutting stream will be this weekend, now let’s go back to kidnapping.”

tubbo, tommy, and jack felt awful for what happened and went back to the house where you used to live, hoping to see you there so they could apologise, tubbo knocked on the door only to be met by a young child.

“my sister watches you on twitch!”

“oh that’s lovely.. are y/n and ranboo here?”

an older woman came to the door.

“oh no, I’m sorry dear they both moved out, but they left this box and said to give it to you if you returned.”

“do you know where they moved to?”

“I'm sorry dear, I'm not allowed to tell you that information for safety reasons.”

“I understand, thanks anyway.”

they ended up going back to jacks where the three of them had been staying.

“We should open the box.”

tubbo opened the box and emptied the items onto the floor, inside was the rocks y/n handed tubbo from every trip, photos of the group, a necklace y/n had gifted to Tommy a day before the argument, and a hat y/n had taken from jack during a trip to a zoo.

“what the fuck!”

“holy shit!”

“they really kept all these in hopes we would come back?”

“and now we’re too late.”

it was now the weekend you and ranboo were ready to stream, you stood leaning on ranboo who was significantly smaller than you as you lowered the chair he sat on.

“starting stream...now.”

after the starting soon intro played, you explained what was happening to any new viewers or people who didn’t watch the stream.

“so I’m about to become Edward Scissorhands...I love that film can we watch it later?”

“yeah mhm sure!”

you didn’t know this but your ex best friends were watching and ever so often would show up in the chat.

“so boo, what are we doing with your hair today?”

“just a trim please darling?”

“This is y/ns hairdressers you get what I’m capable of!”

you ended up doing a pretty good job of cutting ranboos hair, even he was impressed.

“I didn’t doubt you for a minute!”

“mhm sure thing please don’t mess up my hair tall one!”

soon enough you had the dye on. 45 minutes later you left to wash it off, leaving ranboo to entertain stream,

“chat I think I missed some of their hair it’s okay, I own scissors, I’ll just cut it.. speaking of they did a great job, didn't they? I honestly expected them to mess up.”

a few minutes later you joined ranboo again and spent the next few hours talking with chat. tubbo, tommy, and jack stayed the entire time. they loved the fact you and ranboo were able to stay close after what happened, Tommy noticed you were still wearing the necklace he got you many years ago and spammed them chat with him tubbo and jack

Tommy: THEYRE WEARING THE NECKLACE!!

jack: so what? they clearly don’t wanna talk to us.

tubbo: shut up listen to them.

“chat why are we spamming platonic soulmates?”

“they’ve been saying it all over Twitter, look on trending y/n.”

you started to blush slightly at all the amazing artwork soon enough the stream came to an end, after saying goodbye the pair of you sat together going through fan art. unfortunately the one that caught your eye was this one twitter post where the artist had created a drawing of a piece of paper with you, ranboo, tommy, tubbo, and jack, however the paper was ripped separating you and ranboo from the others, captioned ‘it was never meant to be’ this clearly upset ranboo as he took off his mask and glasses placing them on the desk before going straight to his bed.

“boo…are you okay?”

“Are you tired of me? are you going to leave next?”

“what? no of course not! I could never get tired of you, why do you ask?”

“everyone else has left..i thought they cared about us, i knew it would happen eventually and i couldn’t stop it, i’m sorry, y/n, please don’t hate me.”

you sat on the edge of the bed looking down at the floor,

“come here.”

you watched him roll over to face you.

“you know there’s no one else who I'd rather spend the rest of my life with, right…if i hated you i wouldn’t have moved house with you. it’s not your job to fix everything and make everything better, you’re a streamer for christ sake not a therapist.”

“i guess so.. can we watch that thing you were on about for ages.”

“edward scissorhands? “

“mhm!”

you could tell he wanted to be distracted, so you agreed and put the film on, towards the end you began to get upset due to how overwhelming everything was.

“Why are you crying?”

“poor Edward.”

“come here.”

ranboo pulled you into a hug you laid there crying into his chest, he knew that wasn’t the reason you were crying, but he wasn’t about to make you tell him, luckily it didn’t take long for you to stop crying as ranboo quickly distracted you.

“ranboo..”

“yeah y/n?”

“I feel bad i didnt realise how much pressure was on you whilst everyone was arguing.”

“Hey, it’s okay, is that what’s upsetting you?”

“mhm.”

“don’t blame yourself, i’d do it all over again to keep you safe and happy..then again i didn’t do a good job on keeping you happy.”

“you did..you were always there for me even when i gave up on social media, you shared your room with me after i started receiving creepy messages from that obsessed fan, hell you even went on adventures with me even though it was clear you hadn’t been sleeping, just so we could spend time together and forget about what was happening. you mean a lot to me boo.”

“i love you.”

“i love you too bud, I’m tired.”

“go to sleep, it’s been a long day.”

“okay.”

“you just staying there?”

“yes.”

“oh, oh okay, goodnight.”

about a year later the two of you were still thriving, ranboo got you a promise ring a few months earlier.

“heh what’s this for?”

“as your best friend i promise to stay by your side and keep you safe and make sure that you’re happy, in other words you're stuck with me till the end of time.”

“boo…i really don’t know what to say.. thank you so much!”

“you don’t have to say anything!”

you ended up going out to buy him a promise ring when he started the stream and decided to take your cousins with you now that they were a little older. ranboo was doing a facecam stream when the door slammed open revealing you covering your three younger cousins ranboo not realising you were hiding them from the camera, instinctively stood up covering the camera

“ranboooooo!”

“yes you three and y/n ,what do you need?”

“we would like to watch a film!”

“Okay, i’ll go put one on, y/n will you entertain chat?”

“sure thing boo boy!”

once they left you sat fixing your hair forgetting you were wearing the ring chat noticed this and went crazy, so did Tommys group with tubbo and jack.

tubbo: that’s a ring, right??

jack: yeah looks like it.

Tommy: holy shit I always thought if anyone was gonna get married it would be tubbo and y/n, they were inseparable.

tubbo: hilarious.

jack: it could just be a ring, no one mentioned marriage tommy!

Tommy: we should congratulate them.

jack: at least let them explain fucking hell.

soon enough ranboo came back into the room,

“sorry one of them found it hilarious to steal my glasses...”

“they’re little shits i swear to god but i love them.”

you both noticed chat going crazy and both looked at each other before laughing.

“i'm sorry, i can’t take you serious in the mask and glasses!”

“i can’t take you serious with neon hair, but here we are!”

“rude!”

you and ranboo quickly put an end to the rumours,

“no we’re not engaged or married, it is a promise ring. no they’re not our children, they’re y/ns cousins they just spend a lot of time here..chat stop calling me and y/n parents and comparing us to phil that’s not..that’s not how it works okay!”

“parent arc!”

“y/n, don’t encourage them!”

“it’s a little bit funny!”

soon enough the bit came to an end and eventually ranboo ended the stream.

“hey boo look what i got you”

you handed him a little black box, inside was a ring similar to yours

“i promise to always stick around and be here for you”

“oh my god”

ranboo tackled you into a hug thanking you several times for his rings. you and ranboo were living your best life meanwhile jack, tommy, and tubbo were stuck dealing with the guilt of what happened, but they’re weren’t giving up that easy. they wanted you both back, that’s when you received a notification, tommyinnit has sent you a message request: hey y/n can we talk..please?

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Infertlie!Omega!Neji manages to become pregnant

Hello! Do you have any hc’s for what would happen if by some miracle Neji WAS able to become pregnant? Love ur stuff!! ❤️

(Hello! Ahh, I’m flattered! Hmm, if Neji was able to become pregnant… I have a few ideas. Enjoy~)

Warnings: miscarriage mention, suppressant abuse. 

Finding out:

He’s been taking a pregnancy test every month for 18 months by this point, and nothing.

You have been telling him that he may have to start thinking about what he wants to do if he can’t have pups.

Neji knows whose fault it is that he can’t conceive.

He struggles to walk through the Hyuuga compound sometimes, knowing it’s their fault that he’s like this. That he’s broken.

You deny any such things, but he knows he is. And he’s very bitter and upset about it.

But he won’t give up yet.

2 years. That was the time frame he had given himself. If he couldn’t conceive within two years, then… Well, he didn’t want to think about that.

One morning when he doesn’t have a mission, he gets up and heads to the bathroom, taking the test automatically.

The feelings of hope and anxiety have long since faded after too many disappointments.

So, he grabs the test, gives it a cursory glance and goes to throw it in the bin before he realises what the test says.

He lifts the test back up, hand shaking. He doesn’t want to get his hopes up, but he could have sworn it said…

Positive.

He’s holding a positive pregnancy test.

His heart is beating very fast now. Neji just stands there for a few moments, unsure what to do.

He ends up taking all the pregnancy tests in the bathroom, seven in total.

And all of them are positive.

He won’t ever admit it, but he did cry a little (a lot).

But quickly the joy begins to fade, and fear sets in.

He needs to be so careful.

He can’t lose this baby, he just can’t.

He needs to stop taking missions, he needs to eat better, he needs to go to the hospital-

He works himself into a little panic, and then panics more because he is so scared the stress will make his lose his baby.

At this point, he’s been in the bathroom for like half an hour, so you tentatively knock and ask if he’s okay.

Neji was clutching the sink in the bathroom, staring at his reflection in the mirror and desperately trying to calm down. He needed to calm down, but he just couldn’t. He distantly realised that he was letting out quiet panicked whines, calling for you to help him automatically.

And then he heard a knock on the door, you were here. He let out a louder whine to try and signal to you that he needed you there with him.

“Neji?” your voice was a little alarmed, you must have heard his whining. “Neji, what’s wrong? Can I come in?”

He heard the door handle shake as you tried to open it against the lock.

“Neji, please, open the door.”

“I’m pregnant.” He blurted.

The door handle stopped moving. He waited anxiously for you to say something, still struggling under the weight of the anxiety clawing at his chest.

“…Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” he swallowed heavily. “I took all the tests.”

“Let me in please, my love.”

This time, Neji follows your request automatically. The lock clicks open, and you immediately step in. Neji can feel your eyes scanning him before they flit over to the abundance of pregnancy tests lying innocently in the sink.

A smile slowly creeps its way onto your face.

“Oh, baby boy, come here,” you opened you arms for him and he immediately stepped into the embrace. His heart was finally starting to calm down, as he took deep breaths of your scent. He was safe, he didn’t have to worry, you would be here to make sure everything was alright.

“We’ll go down to the hospital tomorrow, alright? Get everything checked out, but I don’t…” you hesitated.

“You don’t what?” He knew what you were going to say. ‘I don’t want you to get your hopes up.’

You shook your head. “Nevermind, let’s just book the appointment. Would you rather go to the hospital or see one of the clan medics?”

Neji grimaced. “Hospital. I know it’s weird, but… I don’t want them to know yet.”

You rubbed a hand on his lower back. “We won’t tell anyone until you’re ready, I promise.”

 Pregnancy:

The hospital visit went as well as you could have hoped.

Neji was indeed pregnant, and everything was progressing well for the moment.

But, of course, there were some concerns.

Neji was given a gentle reminder that he was at a high risk for a miscarriage.

He was also told that a traditional birth would be too risky for him, and that he would have to have a c-section.

And, while the mednin couldn’t be sure yet, it was unlikely that he would be able to breastfeed.

Neji took all the information with a detached nod, acknowledging what was being said, but not reacting to it.

As a Hyuuga, he kept his emotions firmly pressed down in public. His scent and face were completely normal. Few would have been able to tell that something was wrong.

But the second he stepped into your house, he just sagged.

He claimed to be tired and went to lay down upstairs. You let him go, knowing that he wanted his own space to process,

But it was hard to smell his sour scent and not come running.

Things got better, however.

Once he was past three months, the chances of a miscarriage reduced hugely, and Neji was much happier.

He threw everything he could into looking after himself and preparing for the pup.

He stopped taking missions as soon as he found out he was pregnant and started to babyproof the house and make the nursery.

The nursery was very traditional. A rocking chair, a wooden crib, handmade blankets and toys.

It was beautiful and Neji was very protective of it. He wanted it to be perfect.

He was protective over the pup in general, as well.

He didn’t let anyone other than you put their hands on his tummy.

As far as the physical pregnancy, Neji had some troubles, but he pushed his way through them with no complaints.

He was most infuriated by his constant need to go to the toilet.

Pain he could deal with, but the constant inconvenience started to grind on his nerves.

He was also a little restless when he was left by himself. Without missions or training he didn’t know what to do with himself a lot of the time.

When you were home with him, he was fine, but he got bored by himself.

“No.”

You sighed, “Again? We’ve been shopping for hours, Neji.”

“Do you want to buy poor-quality blankets for our pup?” he huffed, placing another rejected blanket onto the shelf.

“What about this one?” you suggested, holding up a lovely, soft blanket.

Neji squinted at him, pulling the tag towards him to read. He pulled a face a dropped the blanket.

“No.”

“What’s wrong this time?”

“It’s part polyester. I don’t want polyester in the blankets and toys, I already told you this. Let’s try the next shop.”

You grimaced, feet already sore from all the walking. “Why don’t we just get some blankets and toys commissioned? We can afford it, and then they would be exactly what you want.”

Neji stopped, contemplative. “That’s… actually a good idea.”

“Well, you don’t have to sound so shocked.”

Yes,” Neji smiled, ignoring your complaints. “I want to do that. Let’s head to the stationary shop so I can get some materials to draw up some sketches.”

“The stationary shop?” you whined. “Can’t we just go home for today?”

“No, if I’m pregnant and I can do it, so can you.”

 Labour:

With a pre-planned c-section, Neji knew in advance when he would be going to the hospital for the procedure.

He had packed and re-packed his bag four times, just to be sure that he had everything he needed.

Neji was very calm, but it seemed to be because of the shock more than anything else.

He was escorted in, and prepared for the procedure, and exactly on time, he went in for his c-section.

You sat with him, only able to see him head as the rest of him was sectioned off with a screen. You were told not to stand until you had the signal.

You gently stroked Neji’s hair away from his face as the mednin worked. He was drowsy and disoriented. He blinked at you slowly.

“Is… everything going okay?” he whispered to you.

“I think so, baby. How are you feeling?”

“I feel strange…”

“I bet you do,” you laughed gently, pressing a kiss to his head. “Just try to relax, okay? I’m right here with you.”

The operation was exhausting, and Neji ended up being unable to do much for two months while he recovered, but the pup was healthy and Neji couldn’t be happier.

He spent hours every day in the rocking chair in the nursery cradling his pup.

Neji didn’t let anyone outside of you and some mednin meet the pup until she was three months old because he was so protective.

Neji would never be so tacky as to refer to his child as a ‘miracle child’, but sometimes, he can’t help but think it.

[seita]

— don’t ask | hitoshi shinsou (m.)

pairing: hitoshi shinsou/f!reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut

wordcount: 𝟷𝟹𝟻𝟿𝟶

cw: roommate!au, sugar baby!au

tags: heavy pining, arguments, briefly ft.kaminari, rejection, possessiveness, jealousy, crying, dirty talk, pet names, dom!shinsou, fingering, riding, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, praise (?), marking, creampie, angst with a happy ending.

note: this is a thank you for 5k followers! i can’t believe i hit such a milestone in only like a month and a half! i appreciate the love and support everyone has given me and i promise to put out more quality content going forwarad!

— you thought it was strange a guy your age made such good money by seemingly doing nothing. whenever you would question him about his income, he’d grow defensive. once a month, a left the house for a few days; leaving to perform a mysterious job he didn’t want you to know about.

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When you saw the flier for someone looking for a new roommate, you honestly thought it was one big scam. You assumed that the second you set up a meeting, you would be kidnapped and never seen again. 

Being a lowly college kid meant you didn’t have your sea legs in the adult world quite yet. Swamped with studies, horrible at managing your time and your stress levels, you were left a constant mess. So, your solution was to stick to studying for the most part and work part-time so the job didn’t take up too much of your time. 

Another genius idea you had was the age-old roommate situation. You started out looking for listings online for preferably Musutafu or Tokyo. Alas, you came up with nothing after a handful of weeks and were intending to give up. 

However, a stop by the grocery store changed everything. It was a flyer for someone looking for a roommate in an area of Tokyo that you knew to be pretty pricey. 

It was close enough to your college campus so you wouldn’t have to worry about a stupid commute. You thought it was too good to be true as you looked at the information stating you wouldn’t even need to pay rent. You’d simply have to split some bills and buy your own groceries. 

The idea of not having to shell out hundreds of dollars a month was appealing on its own; you’d definitely be able to save with a living situation like that. 

The logical side of you was weary, however. The entire thing could be a ploy to trick some unsuspecting victim, like yourself, into who knows what. 

Still, it probably wouldn’t hurt to contact the person just in case it wasn’t a trick. No harm in checking, you supposed. 

Tugging the flyer down from where it was pinned up on the bulletin board, you folded it up and tucked it away in the front pocket of your purse to take care of when you got home from classes. 

All of that led you to meeting one Hitoshi Shinsou. He was a tall, tired looking guy around your age. His most prominent feature was the fluffy mess of purple hair that was atop his head. When you first met him, he fixed you with a cold gaze ― his purple irises burning holes into you. And for a second you were sure that you were right on your hunch and you were never going to return home. 

Nothing of consequence happened, naturally, and instead he showed you the bedroom you would be using and handed you a key before sitting down on the couch to watch TV. The whole exchange was unlike anything you expected. When you questioned him he simply told you he’d get everything straight for you and that you could begin to move in whenever. 

So you did.

As expected of such an expensive apartment, the room you were given was great. It was roomy and nothing like you assumed you would wind up with. Most college students wind up with a shitty roommate, a one-bedroom apartment, and instant ramen for dinner every night. 

Instead you got the chillest roommate known to mankind. Shinsou barely even made a peep. Most of the time you found him relaxing in front of the TV watching murder documentaries. You did learn that the poor guy had insomnia and as a result was up almost every night. Sometimes you would catch him snoozing on the couch but that rarely lasted more than 2 or 3 hours before he was up and about once again. 

You did learn that the man was a lousy cook so he mostly lived on instant ramen before you moved in. Luckily for him, you enjoyed cooking and decided to be the one to make meals for the two of you. To say Shinsou was appreciative was an understatement. 

Simply put, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. 

And so bloomed an easy friendship with him. Shinsou made it easy to befriend, although he was a quiet guy he was funny and charismatic; the type of guy who probably had a lot of friends. 

You lived there for about a month when you noticed the first weird disappearance. 

You had been laying in bed, eyes closed as you slowly began to drift off to the white noise of your overhead fan. 

What lulled you from your daze was the beep of the alarm at the front door. Sitting up, you listened carefully only to hear a couple beeps and the click of the door shutting. 

Frowning, you got out of the bed and wrapped your blanket around your shoulders to shield yourself from the chilled apartment air. Your footsteps were silent as you padded your way to the entryway. You immediately noticed that Shinsou’s shoes were gone from where they should have been sitting beside the front door. 

You checked his bedroom to find that he was, indeed, not there. You simply assumed he had gone for a walk or to a convenience store or something since he couldn’t sleep and went back to bed. That was certainly not something uncommon for the insomniac you called a roommate. 

When you got up in the morning, however, you noticed he was still gone. 

You wandered into the kitchen, intending to open the fridge to start something for breakfast only to find a cute cat-themed sticky note plastered to the front of it. Written in your roommates sloppy handwriting was “I won’t be home for a few days.”

Short and to the point but still causing questions to arise in response. 

You had no choice but to carry on. You could text him and question him but you had a feeling you wouldn’t actually get any information. 

Two days was how long he was gone for. He turned on the second night, looking as tired as usual. 

“I’m home,” he called with a heavy sigh, kicking his shoes off before dropping the heavy duffle bag he carried to the floor. 

“Hey,” you greeted over the back of the couch, “I uh...made dinner but I didn’t make any for you. I didn’t know when you’d be home.”

“It’s fine, I already ate anyway,” he hummed, dropping his full weight onto the empty cushion beside you. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. 

You eyed him and decided to simply not ask about the hickey on his pale skin. 

The time ticked past midnight and you stood up, yawning as you stretched, “I’m heading to bed.”

“Alright,” he mumbled, finally stealing the remote from you, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Hey…” you paused at the entrance to the hallway, deciding to chance it, “Where did you go anyway?”

“...To work,” he replied, simply. 

His tone held a sense of finality to it, leaving no room for you to inquire exactly what that meant. So, with a final bid, you went to your bedroom. 

It was almost like deja vu, laying in bed as you fell asleep only to hear the beeping of that alarm. You sat up and climbed out of bed, intending to catch Shinsou before he was gone but as you reached the living room, you heard the front door click shut and he was gone. 

Sighing, you wandered to the kitchen to find another note like you’d seen last time stuck to the fridge. 

As you glanced at the calendar on the wall, you realized it was almost exactly a month since the last time he did this ― you remembered because he left on the 23rd and it was currently the 22nd. You could practically feel the dots forming but you had absolutely no way of connecting them. 

Deciding to retire to bed, you attempted to sleep but found yourself thinking of Shinsou. 

Two months in a row he vanished around the same time, in the middle of the night leaving only a note. Now that you thought about it, he didn’t seem to have a job ― he only said his disappearance was part of his job. But he came back with a hickey. 

Sighing, you rolled over and attempted to fall asleep. 

Two days later, he came home. 

“I’m back,” he grumbled. 

Immediately, you noted the aggravated tone to his voice. Sitting up from where you were sprawled out on the couch, you eyed him. Instead of just dropping his duffle bag like he had last time, he took it straight to the laundry room. 

As he disappeared into the kitchen, you got up and followed him. He was squatting on the floor, rummaging through the bag as he tossed out pieces of clothing. You leaned on the door jam with your arms folded on your chest. Whether or not he knew you were there, you didn’t know. 

“There’s some dinner left for you,” you said softly, watching him pause and look over his shoulder at you.

“I already ate,” he replied, voice cold. 

You frowned, standing up straight, “Alright, well…” you sighed, “I’ll wrap it up and put it in the fridge in case you get hungry tonight.”

He didn’t reply but you kept watching him. He moved to fully sit on the floor, stretching his legs out in front of him with a grunt. You noticed that he was separating the clothes into two piles. Closer inspection brought your attention to the price tags attached to the clothes in one pile. 

You found yourself wondering where he got those clothes from but you decided not to ask. He seemed to be in a rather sour mood. 

He left the new clothes on the floor and dumped the others into the washing machine. With quick efficiency, he started the cycle and stuffed the remaining clothes back into his bag. 

You backed up to allow him to leave the laundry room. His shoulders were stiff and his posture was tense. It was a complete 180 from how you usually saw him. 

“You um...you alright?”  you finally asked when he sat down on the couch. 

He barely spared you a glance before propping his feet up on the coffee table, turning the TV on. Realizing you weren’t getting a response, you attempted to brush off the brief anger that flashed through you and instead went to the kitchen to clean everything up. 

You didn’t know why he was being so rude to you ― it’s not like you did anything to him. Deciding to just head to your bedroom to study, you shut off the kitchen light and skirted behind the couch to avoid getting in his way of the TV. 

He didn’t say a word as you disappeared down the hallway. 

As opposed to last time, his ‘work’ seemed to have not gone too well this time around. At least the last time, he was just tired and feeling lazy. 

You could still hear the TV going when you put all your stuff away and crawled into bed. 

The next morning, you awoke with a sigh. Sitting up, you stretched until you felt your joints pop.

As you wandered out of your bedroom, you heard the shower going, indicating Shinsou was still around. Not that you were expecting any different. 

You fixed a quick, simple breakfast for you and Shinsou, hearing the shower turn off as you finished. Wiping your washed hands on your pants, you made your way to the bathroom.

You only got to knock on the door once before it was yanked open. Suddenly, your mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton. 

He stood there, his usual fluffy hair flattened and hanging haphazardly around his face. He wore his usual bored expression despite the fact he was standing there, dripping wet with only a towel around his waist. Immediately, you got a whiff of his body wash and shampoo, making you swallow thickly. 

Fuck, he smelled really good. You always thought so, when he sat on the couch beside you, you could always smell that delicious, musky scent of his body wash mixed with the spice of his cologne. But freshly washed with it, you were nearly salivating at the smell. 

“Um…” you swallowed thickly, tearing your gaze away from the well built muscles under those baggy clothes he always wore, “B-Breakfast is ready…”

“Okay,” he mumbled, moving to skirt around you. 

You sighed, assuming he was still in a shit mood again. Running a hand through your hair, you shook the delectable sight of him fresh out of the shower from your mind. As you went to go back to the kitchen, a large hand grappled around your wrist. 

“Hey,” he mumbled. You looked over your shoulder to see him nervously rubbing the back of his neck, a habit you’d seen numerous times before, “I’m sorry...about yesterday.”

“Huh?” you raised a brow, trying to ignore how big his hand was around your wrist. 

“I was in a shit mood and I took it out on you,” he explained, “So I’m sorry about that.”

“Oh,” you relaxed slightly and smiled, realizing he was actually in a decent mood today, “It’s okay.”

He gave you his own relieved smile, making your heart lurch in your chest at the sight. It was rare to see any other expression beyond that tired, bored look he always wore. Finally releasing his hold on your wrist, he spoke again, “Let me get dressed and I’ll come eat.”

“Alright,” you nodded, biting your lip as he turned his back to you. As he walked you could see the way the muscles flexed under the skin. 

When he finally vanished through his bedroom door, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Shaking your head you moved back to the kitchen intending to stuff your face to forget about how hot Hitoshi Shinsou really was. 

Before, you thought he was good looking. Usually dark circles were unbecoming but they looked almost at home on his face. His skin was nearly flawless and looked soft to the touch ― you’d seen the skincare products housed in his cabinet. It was expensive shit too. Seriously, what was the guy's job?

That thought had your mind wandering back to the monthly disappearances. 

The chair scraped against the floor as he came back ― wearing a baggy t-shirt and black sweats. He immediately dug in and began to eat. 

“So...I have to ask,” he paused, brows coming together in a scowl as you uttered those words.

“Don’t ask,” he mumbled, shaking his head.

“I just wanted to ask...if this is a monthly thing. I’ve only been here for 2 so...I just wanted to make sure,” you clarified, watching his shoulder relax. He seemed extremely defensive over any questions related to his ‘job’, you noted. 

“Yeah. Once at the end of the month I leave for two days to work,” he answered simply, obviously avoiding giving any more information that you could feed off of. 

He was smart at least. 

The sun finally dipped below the horizon and the two of you were sitting on the couch watching TV. He had some documentary on but truthfully you weren’t paying a whole lot of attention to it. 

For some reason, your mind kept bringing you back to the sight that morning of Shinsou. As you looked at him sitting beside you, arm tossed casually over the back of the couch as he slouched with his legs spread, you found yourself admiring him. 

He had a sharp jaw and pretty lips. A look lower, your eyes landed on his hands ― long, pretty fingers with prominent veins beneath the pale skin. 

Suddenly, his sharp gaze cut from the TV to you and you found yourself locked in a gaze with him for a split second before you broke away to look at the TV once more. In your peripheral, you swear you saw a smirk crossing his face. 

But he didn’t comment and for that, you were thankful. 

You bid him goodnight and as usual, he stayed up. You began to wonder if the man even tried to sleep anymore. 

You stepped into the bathroom, warning your roommate that you were taking a shower. He shouted back a simple ‘okay’ before you shut the door. 

You stepped under the stream of water after stripping, the steam of the hot water filling the bathroom and relaxing your muscles. You tipped your head back to wet your hair, humming to yourself. 

You eyed Shinsou’s body wash sitting in the purple caddy handing on a hook on the wall. It brought you back to how nice he smelled when he was close to you. When you could feel his body warmth radiating off of him. You would look at him, his shoulders broad and his body warm and inviting. It was nearly impossible to resist the urge to cuddle yourself into his chest. 

You wondered what it would be like to lay against him, his arms wrapped around you as he softly stroked your skin. Maybe he would press a soft kiss to your forehead ― the idea alone made you melt. 

Realizing you had lost yourself in thought, you hurried to finish your shower and get to bed. 

You fell asleep with Shinsou on your mind that night. 

Shinsou’s third monthly work time finally rolled around once again. This time, you stayed up late so Shinsou had no choice but the interact before he left. You were hoping to maybe get more hints about what it is he did. 

He shut his bedroom door, hoisting his duffle bag over his shoulder with a grunt. You were surprised to see him in actual clothes ― rather nice ones as well. 

His jeans fit him perfectly and the button down shirt he wore was tucked in, showing off his lean figure. The belt buckle on his jeans indicated it was name brand and you found yourself wondering how much his job even paid. 

“I’ll be home same as usual,” he mumbled, bending down to slide his shoes on at the door. He looked so good doing just a simple task and you found your heart racing in your chest. His shoulders were accented so well by his shirt. The sleeves were rolled up halfway on his forearms and there was an expensive looking watch on one of his wrists. 

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as he opened the door ― suddenly finding that you didn’t want him to leave. 

“Um…” you called, making him pause in the open door, looking over his shoulder with a brow raised in question, “You...uh…” you struggled to find something to say but he waited patiently for you to form your next words, “Have a nice time...come home soon.”

Your heart thudded painfully as you watched his gaze soften, a smile forming on his lips as he nodded, “I’ll see you later, ______.”

Your ears were ringing as he shut the door, the sound of your name coming from his lips echoing in your head. You sunk down onto the couch, hand on your chest as you came to a startling realization. 

You had a crush on your roommate. 

Living with Shinsou after coming to terms that you had a crush on him was...difficult to say the least. Simple things he did that you used to pay no mind to, you now found yourself getting jittery at the sight. 

Like the way he rubbed his eyes with a fist when he woke up from a nap on the couch, a sound you could only describe as a whine coming from his throat as he sat up. 

The day your kitchen sink stopped working and he had to fix it was one you wouldn’t ever forget. He was leaning beneath the sink, in the cabinet on his back as he fiddled with some tools on the pipes. His white t-shirt became see-through as he sweat from the hard work, his biceps flexing with every movement he made. His shirt rode up a bit over his stomach, exposing his abs that moved and rippled with every movement. His sweats were riding low on his hips, exposing that delicious v-line and happy trail that vanished beneath the band.

The worst part was the way you could see everything in those gray sweatpants he wore. You were pretty sure he wasn’t wearing any underwear. 

You had to leave the room and hide in your bedroom with the window open until he finally finished fixing it. 

You definitely didn’t let your hand slide down your panties to the mental image of him that night. 

Despite living together for nearly four months, you knew close to nothing personal about Shinsou. Putting aside his weird, shady two-day job once a month, you didn’t have anything else to go off of on who he was. 

He was a quiet guy who liked documentaries, video games, and had insomnia. He really loved to eat breakfast foods and cats. Although you hadn’t been in his room even once, only had a couple peeks inside, you knew he owned some cat-themed stationary at the very least. 

Despite his cold appearance, he was actually quite kindhearted and gentle but seemed to have no desire to show it unless necessary. One time, you cut your finger while cooking and you swear you’d never seen him run faster to get a bandaid from the bathroom ― one with a cat on it, no less. 

You still remember the feeling of his hand holding yours and how close his face was as he inspected the cut. You could have leaned in and kissed him so easily then. 

And god was that tempting. 

So lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realize the glass you were holding in your hand slipped free until it shattered in a million pieces across the linoleum floor. You gasped, startled as you looked around for a way to escape but a single step in an area you thought was clear brought a cry from your lips as you stepped on the tiny shards. 

You heard a loud thump from the living room where he had been playing a video game before the thundering footsteps raced into the kitchen. Shinsou’s eyes were wide, like he was terrified of what he would find. 

“Don’t move,” he snapped, noting the way you leaned against the counter to take your injured foot off of the ground. He opened the storage cabinet and pulled out the broom and dust pan. 

It took only a few minutes for him to clean it up enough to get to you safely on his own bare feet. Instead of you limping your way to the living room however, you found yourself swept off your feet. 

Your heart raced so hard, you could hear it pounding in your ears. You were cradled against his chest, so warm and firm with his strong arms beneath your knees and shoulders. His heavenly scent surrounded you ― more intense than you’d even smelt it before. As you finally got a close look, you took notice of how his long lashes framed his pretty eyes. 

All too soon, you were placed on the couch and he was disappearing down the hall with quick efficiency. You were still stunned from being in his arms that you barely noticed he had returned until he was on his knees in front of you. 

Immediately, your cheeks bloomed hot with a blush. The image of him on his knees like that immediately sent your mind to a wicked place. 

Luckily your dirty mind was stopped in its tracks when he began pulling glass from your foot.

You gasped in pain, attempting to pull away on reflex but he held strong, sharp gaze burning holes into you.

“Sit still,” he growled, sending a shiver down your spine. 

His voice was so low, so commanding that you found yourself immediately doing what he said. You always were weak to a dominant man. 

Soon enough, your foot was cleaned and he deemed that the bleeding had stopped.

“It’ll probably hurt like hell for a little while when you walk on it,” he warned, packing the first aid away. 

“Thanks Hitoshi,” you smiled, earning a soft nod of acknowledgement from the man. 

The memory of being in his arms, even for that brief moment, was imprinted in your mind. As you laid in bed, you thought about it. It made your stomach flutter in excitement as you fell asleep. 

The fourth monthly job for Shinsou came and unfortunately, you missed him leaving. You had stayed up studying and as a result fell asleep earlier than usual. When you woke up he was already gone and you were left with a painful throb in your heart. 

You missed him. 

As you lazed on the couch, you found your mind wandering to him again. Like always. It was like your mind was cursed. 

You wondered if he thought about you at all. The idea made you feel giddy and you had to bite back a smile. You felt like a silly schoolgirl with your crush ― the way he made your stomach flutter, your heart race, and your cheeks burn was getting ridiculous. It wasn’t like you could confess, he hadn’t given much of a hint that he even thought of you as a friend. Plus, you weren’t sure if you were willing to give up the killer apartment and perfect roommate gig you currently had with a foolish confession. 

You heaved a sigh, sitting up with a new idea in mind. 

A way that you could learn more about him.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t the...most noble means. 

Standing outside his bedroom door, you bit your lip. It felt wrong to go into his room without permission. It wasn’t like he went into your room ― as far as you knew, who knows what he did while you were at school or working. 

The metal doorknob was cold in your palm as you turned it and pushed it open with a soft click.

You’d seen his room in quick glances before when he opened it but you’d never gotten to fully inspect it. He had a large bed that took up the most space in his room. Situated on a dresser at the end of the bed was a TV, a Playstation set up beside it. Against the opposite wall was a desk with a gaming computer setup and a red and black gaming chair pushed in neatly. 

There were a few articles of clothing littering the floor around his laundry basket and his closet was partly open to reveal his primarily monochromatic wardrobe choices. 

Walking into the bedroom, you immediately got a whiff of his cologne, making you smile at the addictive scent. You took a seat on the edge of his bed, the black comforter incredibly soft beneath your hands. 

You leaned forward and opened his nightstand drawer, finding nothing too interesting ― a picture of him standing with a smiling boy with crazy green hair, a pink-skinned girl, and a beaming red-haired guy. 

You hadn’t really given it much thought ― that he had friends. He didn’t really talk about anyone, in fact you never heard him mention anyone in his life besides his mom a few times. You did note that he texted on his phone quite a lot and sometimes you could hear him laughing and cursing from his bedroom as he played a video game. You wondered what his friends' names were, what they were like ― what it was like to be friends with Shinsou. 

What you wouldn’t give to be someone...important in his life. 

Sighing, you closed the drawer and moved to his dresser. Your own thoughts caused your heart to ache and you tried to brush it off by looking through the drawers for something interesting. 

Fortunately, you got what you wished for. 

The last drawer to the right contained a little black metal box buried beneath some clothes. You pulled it out and took a seat on the floor, pressing the button to open it. It popped open and you gaped at what you saw. 

It was filled with money. More money than you’d probably ever seen in your whole life. The bills were wrapped together with rubber bands ― there had to be thousands of dollars in even a single stack. As you pulled out the bundles, you found that there were things located beneath them. 

Jewels; all types. Diamond rings, necklaces, bracelets, ruby and emerald gems decorating them. You pulled out a ring and held it up, watching as he gleamed under the light. 

You tucked everything back inside the box and hid it back the way you found it, shutting the drawer before standing up. 

You had no idea what to think as you shut his door once again, moving to your own room. How could he have all that money hidden away like that? It was certainly shady. 

Perhaps it was counterfeit? Or maybe he stole it! 

And what about those jewels? Did he steal those too? Why were they hidden instead of sold off somewhere?

You had so many questions and absolutely no answers. 

Suddenly you were regretting going snooping in his room. 

The fifth month of living with him would have to be where things started to go downhill. 

He came home from his weekend away, tired and grumpy, just wanting a relaxing shower. However, you hadn’t realized he was home so in your tired, sleep-filled daze you stumbled to the bathroom with the urgent need to pee. 

You pushed the bathroom door open and halted in your tracks, heart stopping in your chest at the sight of shirtless Shinsou. 

He had his back to you, displaying the angry red scratch marks that raked down the pale skin of his back, making them stand out even more. He realized you were there and spun around, eyes narrowed in a glare. With his chest in view, you could see all the hickeys and bites that trailed down  his body, disappearing in the hem of his jeans that he had yet to shed.

“Get the hell out,” he snapped, ripping the door from your hand before slamming in shut in your face. 

You stared at the wood for several, long seconds, stunned. You heard the shower start and snapped out of your daze. Forgetting your once desperate need to pee, you trudged back to your  bedroom and quietly shut the door. 

You weren’t a fool ― you knew exactly what those marks meant. You crawled under the covers and found yourself wondering what kind of woman got Hitoshi Shinsou’s attention enough to get him into bed. 

And what did she have that you didn’t?

Truth be told, you couldn’t even imagine him as the type to sleep around. He wasn’t exactly sociable and he rarely seemed to go out of his way to interact even with his friends.

You could hear the shower turn off and you were suddenly reminded of the way he slammed the door in your face ― the ache from realizing he’d been with someone else only exacerbated by the knife of his shouting at you. 

You closed your eyes and attempted to sleep, ignoring the sting behind your eyes. 

The next morning, you found yourself not wanting to get out of bed. You could hear Shinsou shuffling around the house, doing god knows what. You heard him walk down the hallway, heart freezing as he stopped in front of your bedroom door. 

You closed your eyes, willing him to go away. 

Luck was not on your side, however, as he knocked thrice on your door. It was loud enough that you knew you wouldn’t be able to feign sleeping through it. 

You sighed and crawled out of bed and trudged over to the door, pulling it open just a bit to get a look at him. 

He had his head down, hand clasped around the nape of his neck with his other hand shoved in his pocket. He looked up when he heard the door open, brows drawn together as he gazed at you partially hiding behind the door. 

“I uh…” he cleared his throat, “I went out and picked us up some breakfast.”

“Oh…” you shifted on your feet awkwardly, nodding your head, “Thanks...I’ll eat later.”

You were about to close the door, desperate to escape the burning in your eyes as you remembered last night. Before it could close, however, he shoved his hand in the crack. You paused, not wanting to crush his hand in the door. You let him push it open to show more of you ― clad in shorts and an oversized t-shirt that you loved to sleep in. Thankfully the shirt was big enough that he wouldn’t be able to tell you weren’t wearing a bra. 

“I have to apologize,” he grunted, meeting your gaze, “I shouldn’t have shouted at you like that last night. I was just ticked off…” he trailed off.

You bit your lip, “I uh...I didn’t know you were home...so that’s why I just...walked in…” 

He shook his head, “No I understand, really. Y-You just surprised me and I reacted. I really need to stop taking my shit out on you, I’ll work on that, really. I shouldn’t have slammed the door like that either. It was a shit night but it wasn’t your fault you didn’t know I came home.”

“I-It’s alright, Hitoshi, really,” you smiled, though it faltered a bit at the memory of those scratches and hickeys.

“I...hope you’re not hiding away in here because I upset you,” he muttered, making you frown once more.

“What do you mean?” you questioned.

He bit his lip, looking away awkwardly, “you’re usually up around 10 and it’s...getting close to noon. You don’t do that normally so...I can only think you were trying to avoid me and that’s the last thing I want. This is your home too and I never want you to feel like you can’t be comfortable here.”

You gaped at him, processing what he was telling you. First, he paid close enough attention to you that he knew what time you got up ― that thought made happiness bloom in your chest and second, that was probably the most you’d heard him say in one sitting.

“It’s okay now, Hitoshi,” you smiled, “let me get dressed and I’ll be out to eat, okay?”

He smiled, making your cheeks burn at the sight as he nodded, turning away from you to move back to the living room. You closed your door and sighed. 

It was crazy how just a simple smile from him had your heart fluttering. However, it was quickly halted by the memory that he had someone ― maybe it was a girlfriend. That made your chest ache and you bit your lip to halt those negative feelings as you stripped and changed out of your pajamas. 

You had no idea how you were going to get past the painful clench in your chest every time you looked at him now. 

Month six rolled around and nothing very interesting happened. Shinsou moved his playstation into the living room so the two of you could play some games together. It was a fun bonding experience and you got to watch the way his eyes would light up whenever he beat you. The sound of his laugh still rang in your ears and you couldn’t help but smile every time you thought back to that pretty smile of his. 

It became a weekly thing for the two of you, every Friday night you would sit down on the couch together and play into the early hours of the morning. You got to know more about Shinsou than you had ever before. 

Sometimes he would jerk his body and brush against yours, sending goosebumps across your skin. He was always so warm and inviting ― just having him near you sent your poor heart into palpitations. 

You almost forgot about what happened the previous month when he came back ― those hickeys and scratches on his back finally having been cast out of your mind. 

Your heart did ache when you bid him goodbye the night he left again, wondering if he was going to see her or not. 

The seventh month was when that already precariously balanced life came crumbling down all at once. 

Shinsou was in the shower as you played on his Playstation, sitting in front of the TV with a frown on your face. You could hear the shower running and in the back of your mind you pictured what he might look like ― water running down his flawless skin, his hands caressing. You felt an almost pitiful clench in your core at the mental image. 

Your perversions were cut short by the sharp ring of the doorbell. You paused your game and groaned as you stood up, your knees popping from being sat in the same position for too long. Unlocking the door, you pulled it open and paused. 

A woman stood on the other side of the door, a well-fitting black dress and fur coat wrapped around her shoulders. Her ears, neck, and wrists were adorned with sparkling jewelry and you could see the red bottoms of her expensive heels. She wore vibrant red lipstick across pretty, smiling lips as she acknowledged you. However, you could see the cold gleam in her eyes that made the smile all too fake. 

“Can I help you?” you asked, leaning against the door jam. 

She hummed, tucking some hair behind her ear with perfectly manicured nails, “Is Toshi here?”

“Toshi?” you raised a brow at the nickname, “He’s in the shower. What do you need?”

“Just to talk,” she replied, stepping forward like she wanted to come in. When you didn’t budge she raised a brow, “You don’t mind if I come in, right? I’m sure Toshi would love to see me.”

“Uh…” you didn’t get a chance to reply as she brushed past you, her shoes clicking on the hardwood floor as she made her way towards the living room, “Sure...come on in…” you whispered sarcastically, rolling your eyes as you shut the door. 

You could hear the shower was turned off, indicating Shinsou would be returning in a minute. You looked at the woman as she glanced around the apartment, feeling a sting of jealousy burning within you. 

Was she the girl he was dating?

“So...how do you know Hitoshi?” you asked, making her smile. 

“I’m his girlfriend, of course!” she beamed, voice far too peppy for your liking.

The words sent an arrow through your heart and you looked away with a hum, ignoring the need to flee to your room and cry into the pillow like a stupid middle schooler. 

As if on cue, the bathroom door opened and Shinsou strolled down the hall, towling his hair as he moved. 

Any other time you would have drooled over the sight of a shirtless Shinsou, gym shorts hanging loose on his hips as he walked.

“Uh...Hitoshi…” you mumbled, getting his attention. 

He looked up from beneath his towel, meeting your gaze before his eyes moved to the woman beside you. Immediately his eyes went wide and he stood up straight. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he snapped, startling you with how aggressive those words came out. 

The girl didn’t seem too affected, merely pouting as she spoke, “I wanted to talk to you.”

“You have no business being here,” he growled, jerking his head to the door, “Get out.”

“No!” she argued, walking right up to him, “I deserve answers before you throw me away like trash, Hitoshi!”

“I don’t owe you anything,” he replied coldly, breezing past both you and her to go to the kitchen. She followed him but you remained in the kitchen, listening as they argued.

“Why won’t you see me anymore?!” she cried, petulantly stomping her heeled foot. 

“Because you got too damn attached,” he spat, opening the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water before walking into the living room again. 

“Attached?!” she gasped, grabbing his arm to force him to look at her, “I have given you so much. How can you just break it off without a real reason! Come on, Toshi, just...be with me, you won’t have to work anymore.”

He tensed, glancing over at you at the mention of her job, jaw set, “Just get out, Kana.”

She looked over at you, a sly smile forming on her lips, “She doesn’t know what you do, does she? Is that why you’re avoiding this?”

He didn’t reply, simply glared at her. Kana scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest, “After all I spent on you, you have no right to just run away. You know I can treat you better than anyone else can, Hitoshi. You’re making a mistake.”

“I have plenty of other clients lined up, Kana,” he shot back, making her frown. He chuckled at the sign of weakness she showed, “What? Did you think you were the only one? No, sweetheart, I have plenty of girls waiting to spend even just one night with me. You’re not special. You’re certainly not the highest paying one either. There’s nothing of importance tying me to you. You have nothing special to offer. You got too attached, starting having feelings for me...you know it would never work with my job. So just leave before you get your feelings hurt.”

Both of you were stunned silent. You because you had never heard him speak so coldly and harshly to someone before ― even when he was having a bad day and accidentally took it out on you. Her because the words he spat out with such venom wrecked her pride and made her burn with anger. 

She clenched her fists and snapped her head towards you, “Best not to get close to this prick,” she warned, her voice watery with unshed tears, “A man who makes money being a sugar baby isn’t one you want to get attached too.”

With those last words, she stormed out. The slam of the door made both you and Shinsou flinch. The silence that followed was even more deafening, however. 

Shinsou cursed under his breath, running a hand through his half-dry hair.

“So...she wasn’t your girlfriend?” you asked, making him look over at you. 

He was quiet for a second before chuckling under his breath, “You learn what my job is and that's the first thing you wonder?”

“Well!” you defended yourself quickly, “She introduced herself as your girlfriend!”

He shook his head, moving around the couch to take a seat, “No, she was just...a client I spent time with for a while. She started catching feelings so I cut it off and referred her to a friend of mine. Apparently...she didn’t like that.”

“How’d she know you lived here?” you asked, sitting beside him.

He shrugged, “She could have looked through my shit at some point, I suppose.”

You hummed, not wanting to push him to reveal more than he wanted to. After all, it wasn’t even his choice to expose his line of work anyway. 

Well, at least you had answers on why he had all those expensive clothes, cash, and jewelry. It was good to know he wasn’t some type of shady thief in the end. 

“It’s...just a really bad idea to get involved with clients,” he explained suddenly, “It’s not a relationship that’s built up on anything real. Having to pay for the company of someone is not a good foundation,” he sighed, running his hand through his hair again before looking at you, “I hope you...don’t think differently of me because of my job.”

You shrugged your shoulders and shook your head, “It’s not really my place to judge you, you know?”

“Thanks,” he smiled, “It’s not really something that’s as bad as people think. It gets a bad rep for having sex for money and shit but...truthfully majority of my job is just...being company to rich women. Sometimes they want to take me around to some fancy parties to show me off or go on dates because they’re lonely. Sex isn’t the majority of what I do. I mean...I will but...it’s not the most common occurrence.”

Once again, the vision of those hickeys and sex-scratches crossed your mind and you found yourself wondering what kind of woman gave him those. At least you could be assured he wasn’t going out to see his girlfriend when he went to work ― they were strictly clients.

Which meant...he was probably single. 

Your heart stuttered in your chest at the hopeful idea. 

“How about I order some take out?” you asked, standing up to retrieve your phone. 

“Get some pizza,” he called as you disappeared down the hall. 

After his occupation was revealed to you, things began to look up. He became more open and carefree around you ― as he no longer had a big secret to hide. He didn’t really talk about his work but he wasn’t hiding it from you either. 

You decided not to ask too many questions, knowing you’d only burn up in jealousy at the idea. You knew you didn’t really have a right to be jealous since you weren’t his girlfriend or anything but you couldn’t help it either. 

The peaceful feeling didn’t last long, however. Once the fire started burning, it had no other choice but to rage. 

“You should really just tell him, _____!” your friend, Uraraka whined, head against the table.

“It’s seriously painful,” Momo agreed, “All this pining is making me sick.”

“Oh real nice,” you rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your coffee. 

It felt nice to hang around with your friends for once ― it wasn’t something you frequently got the opportunity to do. 

Just as Uraraka was about to open her mouth and reply, a looming shadow dropped over the table. You all looked over to find the familiar blonde hair and wide grin.

“Kaminari,” you greeted with a smile.

“Hey _____,” he waved before tucking his hands in his pockets, “Listen, I’ve been wanting to ask for a while but...would you like to go out with me sometime?”

The question left you stunned. 

You weren’t super close to Denki Kaminari, you shared a few general studies classes. He was a goofy, excitable guy who always seemed to know how to light up a room. Everyone around him was always in a good mood, in general he was just a very positive person. 

Not just that but he wasn’t too bad to look at either; with his pretty, wide eyes and sharp jawline. The black lightning bolt streak through his hair just made him look even more charming. 

But you hesitated, your mind drifting to Shinsou. 

Sighing, you bit your lip, “Can I get back to you on that?”

He smiled, nodding his head, obviously relieved you didn’t tell him a flat out no, “No problem. I’ll see you later!”

Once he was gone, a sharp smack landed on your back making you cry out.

“Why didn’t you give him an answer?!” Momo cried.

“Denki’s a great guy, _____! You should do it!” Uraraka added.

You shrugged, “It’s just…”

“If you’re holding out hoping something will miraculously happen with stupid Shinsou, it’s a stupid idea,” Momo said, making you pout that she had read you so easily.

“Just tell him how you feel, _____,” Uraraka sighed, “If he rejects you, you can accept Denki’s date!”

You sighed but didn’t reply. Your two friends shared a look before changing the topic, drawing the attention away from your hopeless crush on your roommate. 

When you got home, you were filled with a sense of urgency. Shinsou wasn’t in the living room so you went to his bedroom, knocking a few times on the door before he opened it. 

“Hey,” he greeted, a tired smile on his face, “Welcome home.”

“Hitoshi,” you swallowed thickly, steeling yourself.

He frowned, “What is it?”

“I need to talk to you,” you breathed.

“Okay,” he stepped aside, waving you into his room.

You hesitated for a second, realizing that there would be no turning back once you walked inside. The door shutting behind you echoed in your head. He moved past you to take a seat on his computer chair. The screen was lit up behind him, indicating he had probably been playing something before you interrupted. 

“I’m all ears,” he said softly, relaxing back in his seat.

“I…” you shifted on your feet, biting your lip, “I got asked out on a date.”

He raised his brow, cocking his head to the side. Part of you had hoped you would see some hint of jealousy from him at your words but his face remained as steely as ever.

“And...you want advice or something?” he chuckled.

You shook your head, “I want to know if…” you took in a deep breath, “If you like me before I accept him.”

He was silent for what felt like an eternity, just staring at you. Shinsou was always the type of man to think before he spoke, running through all possibilities before opening his mouth. His throat moved as he swallowed, a soft sigh coming from his nose.

“You...have a crush on me, or something?” he asked, making you deflate slightly.

“Yes,” you admitted, “And...if you don’t like me back then I’ll accept this boy’s date. There’s no reason for me to wait around and hope you’ll like me back when I could be out meeting someone new.”

He nodded his head, quieting once more. You watched as he stood up, taking a few steps towards you, “_____…” you heart clenched at his tone, knowing what was coming, “My job...it doesn’t leave me room for personal relationships.”

Despite how much you prepared yourself for it, hearing him reject you hurt. You nodded, forcing yourself not to cry as you backed up towards the door.

“Alright then,” you gave him a tight-lipped smile, turning your back to him, “I guess I’ll accept Kaminari’s date then.”

As you walked out his door, you didn’t see the pained look in his eyes. Your name lingered on the tip of his tongue but he didn’t dare speak out. The click of his door was deafening in his ears and when you were gone he sighed, hanging his head as he sat on the edge of his bed, feeling like an idiot. 

The next day, you hunted down Kaminari, telling him you’d love to go out on a date with him. He was thrilled, going off excitedly about how he couldn’t believe you actually accepted him and that he would make it the best date ever. 

And truth be told, the date was a blast. You had told him you’d never been to laser tag before and immediately he said that was exactly what you do then. The sound of Denki’s laughter still echoed in your ears as he lost to you, accusing you of cheating in a lighthearted tone. 

You didn’t see much of Shinsou after you started seeing Kaminari. Although it was casual, you spent a good bit of time hanging out with him ― he began eating with you, Uraraka, and Momo on campus and the two of you texted often. 

It seemed that Shinsou wasn’t making a big effort to hang out with you anyway. As much as that hurt, you knew it was for the best. It spared you a lot of hurt and him of the awkwardness of living with a girl who had a crush on him. 

It was fair enough, you mused. 

But when you laid in bed at night, your phone on silent and the faint sound of Shinsou’s voice floating through the walls as he gamed with his friends, you felt the now familiar tug on your heart. You longed to be with him. 

But you knew it was pointless now. 

You’d been seeing Kaminari for a month when he showed up on your doorstep to pick you up. Usually you would leave and meet him but due to the rain, he opted to pick you up and save you both from the hassle. 

You were in your room, putting the final touches on your makeup when the doorbell rang. Before you could react, you heard Shinsou open the door. 

You quickly grabbed your purse, tossing the strap over your shoulder as you opened your door. You could hear their voices carrying down the hallway.

“Holy shit!” Kaminari laughed, “What a small world ― it’s been a while Hitoshi!”

“Denki,” Shinsou greeted curtly. 

“You ______’s roommate?” Kaminari asked, tucking his hands in his pockets as he waited for you, “She’s talked about you a bit. Didn’t know it was you, though, man!”

“Denki―” Shinsou was about to say something more but was cut off by your entrance.

“Hey there babydoll!” Kaminari greeted with a grin, holding his hand out for you to take, “See you later, Hitoshi!”

Shinsou didn’t respond as he watched the two of you leave, his jaw set tight as he held himself back from calling out. 

-

You felt like you’d never been more angry in your life as you stormed home. Things had been going so well between you and Kaminari, you felt like you could genuinely start to like him. You enjoyed his company and began to think less and less about one purple haired roommate of yours. 

You slammed the front door, startling poor Shinsou on the couch. He turned around, eyes wide at the blazing anger visible on your face.

“What the hell is your problem, Shinsou?!” you cried, kicking your shoes off and tossing your backpack to the floor.

“Huh?” he raised a brow dumbly, only fanning the flames of your rage. 

“You…” you heaved, fists clenched, “Who do you think you are?! Telling Denki to break it off with me?!”

Realization quickly flashed over his face and he groaned, standing up, “I didn’t tell him to break up with you!” he argued. You opened your mouth to retort but he put his hand up to stop you, “I just told him to think it over. Do you know how we know each other, ____?”

“No,” you shook your head, tossing your hands up, “What does it matter? You still have no right to interfere in my relationship!”

“He’s in the same line of work I am!” he snapped, rounding the couch, “He does the same exact thing I do.”

You paused, letting the information sink in, “Why does that matter?”

He shook his head, “Do you really want to be with a guy who spends his nights in bed with women, _____? That’s not exactly the easiest job to trust a man with.”

You didn’t have a retort, “I thought...the majority of the job was just being a companion.”

Shinsou sighed, taking a seat once more, “It really depends on the guy. Denki is pretty popular because he loves to get his dick wet.”

You thought those words would make you feel jealous. The idea of the guy you were seeing fucking other women should make you feel something but instead...you felt almost relieved. Still, it didn’t simmer the anger you felt towards Shinsou at putting his nose in your business.

“You should have come to me and told me your concerns, Shinsou,” you snapped, narrowing your eyes at him, “Instead of going behind my back for me to be dumped.”

“You’re right,” he admitted, biting his lip, “I just...wanted to see if Denki was still the same as he was when I last knew him. It’s just how it happened. I am sorry.”

Sensing his apology was sincere, you relaxed and nodded, “I’ve got to study.”

With that, you hid away in your room. 

You couldn’t deny you still felt a bit ticked off with him but at least you were able to move past it. You realized you weren’t truly attached to Kaminari, you were just using him to shove your feelings for Shinsou away ― a pretty dick move on your part. So you were relieved to be out of the relationship.

Unfortunately, this left you with Shinsou once more. Where he once was pushed from your mind for the most part, he now resumed plaguing your thoughts. 

You couldn’t deny how tired you were. 

It was emotionally exhausting feeling your heart race at the mere sight of him only for it to ache when you remembered there was no chance in hell he’d even give you the time of day. 

Things reached a head when he returned from work. Eleven months in and all the negative feelings and tension finally culminated. 

“Hey Shinsou,” you called, finding him leaning against the kitchen island with a cereal bar in his hands. 

He looked over his shoulder, an unusually cold look in his eyes as he regarded you, “What?”

You tried not to flinch at the tone, frowning, “Is everything okay?”

“Fine,” he snapped and you sighed, realizing he was in one of his moods, “What do you want?”

“I...nevermind,” you shrugged, “We’ll talk when you’re in a better mood.”

You hadn’t meant for it to be something to piss him off further. You truly meant that you would wait until he felt better to talk. For some reason, however, he took it wrong.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” he growled, pushing himself off of the counter to storm up to you.

“Nothing!” you defended, “I don’t want to get into anything with you, okay?”

“If you have something to say then just say it!” he snapped, making you shake your head.

“No!” you argued, turning on your heel to storm into your bedroom. 

Before you could get very far, however, a tight hand was wrapped around your elbow, pulling you back.

“Don’t fucking run from me!” his tone sent shivers down your spine, the angry fire burning in his eyes finally snapping something inside you.

“I am so fucking tired of this!” you tore your arm from his grip, not missing the frustrated grunt he gave in response, “This shit isn’t working anymore, Shinsou! You clearly don’t know what the hell to do with yourself; you come home from working and you’re in a shit mood and you take it out on me. Then you act like everything is perfectly fine. You know how I feel about you, so you can’t even pretend that doesn’t have anything to do with your behavior. In fact, I know it affects you because why else would you have convinced the only guy I’ve seen in the past like two years to dump me like trash! All over this stupid fucking job of yours. I don’t want to deal with the shitty way you make me feel, Shinsou!”

“So?” he snapped, teeth bared.

“So I’m gonna fucking move out!” you threatened, standing nose to nose with him.

His eyes narrowed and he let out a humourless laugh, “Fine! The sooner the better!”

With those last words he stormed past you, slamming his bedroom door with deafening finality. 

You were left alone in the living room, fists clenched as tears you’d held back so long finally broke free. 

A stupid purple haired idiot was not worth being hurt so much over. That you were sure of. 

It’s not like he even cared, apparently. 

With that thought finally pushing you into action, you returned to your own room to begin looking for new housing. 

In all your time living with him, the longest you went without seeing him was two days. Once a month when he went to work ― that was the only length of time you didn’t see him every day. 

Now, however, the two of you were avoiding each other like the plague. You had been busting your ass finding a new apartment, going to school, and working as usual. Shinsou had been hiding in his room the majority of the time. 

You even stopped cooking. 

Part of you wondered if he even noticed. Deep down, however, you knew he probably didn’t care. 

He would just get a new roommate and go on like usual. Like you had never existed. 

At least you’d be able to get over him then. 

It took a month before you found a decent place. It was nowhere near as nice as your current one but there was nothing you could do about that. Your situation with Shinsou was unique and you knew you were never gonna have an opportunity like this again. 

You came to terms with that. 

Wandering out of your room, you were surprised to find him sitting on the couch. His nose was buried in his phone but the TV played his usual shows. 

“Hey,” you greeted, keeping your voice even. He grunted in response, not looking up, “I found a place. I’ll be out by the end of the week.”

He didn’t say anything and you sighed, feeling your eyes burn. 

How you wished he would say something to stop you ― to show you that the past year wasn’t a huge waste of time and that you really meant nothing to him. You felt you could have at least called yourselves friends but...apparently that was one sided. 

The thought hurt so you escaped to your room once again to hide. 

The night before your move, you were laying in bed playing a game on your phone. Laying on your back, you held the screen up and tapped your thumbs aggressive against the screen. Your momentum was lost by three sharp knocks on your door. You cried out as your phone fell from your hand and dropped on your face. 

“Shit,” you groaned, tossing it away and getting up from bed. 

Opening the door, your words caught in your throat at the sight of Hitoshi Shinsou’s sleepy gaze fixated on you. His hand was clasped around the nape of his neck and he was looking away nervously. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” his head snapped towards you, eyes wide before you realized how that sounded, “I-I mean I thought you were supposed to be gone! You know...to work.”

His shoulders relaxed slightly and he shrugged, “I cancelled. I...wanted...no, I needed to talk to you. Can I come in?”

You stood there for a few seconds, thinking it over before stepping aside to let him in. He gave you a tight lipped smile before you shut the door behind him. Turning to face him, you took note of the way his free hand was shoved into his sweats pocket. The tension was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. 

“What...what did you need?” you asked, sitting on the edge of your bed. 

He remained standing, obviously thinking over his words carefully. His back was to you, his figure hunched slightly in his usual posture. But you couldn’t miss the tension his form held. 

“I never intended this to become a long-term thing,” for a moment you thought he was talking about your living arrangement but before you could refute, he was turning to you, “This sugar baby thing, that is. I had a friend who did it and made some good money from it and eventually I got into the scene and realized just how good it could pay. It’s been like 2 or 3 years now since I’ve been at it.”

He dropped his hand from around his neck, beginning to pace around your room to gaze at your various knick-knacks. He paused at the few boxes you had packed up already, a frown marring his face.

“I make even more money by selling the presents I get. Sometimes the clients will give me jewelry or clothes, I always sell them,” he sighed, picking up a snow globe that sat atop your dresser, shaking it mindlessly to watch the fake snow float around the glass. 

“Why are you telling me this?” you asked softly.

“The truth is, I hate the majority of my job,” he confessed, ignoring your question, “Most of the people are pretentious assholes who think they’re better than me because they pay me. I don’t mind being arm candy, it doesn’t really bother me. And not gonna lie sometimes the sex is bomb,” he chuckled almost lifelessly and you ignored the pang in your chest at his words, “But the position I’m in forces me to basically do whatever they want me to. Naturally, I have limits and shit but if they want to dominate me I let them and that sucks.”

“Hitoshi,” you grumbled, making him look at you, “Why are you telling me about your sexual preferences?”

“Oh right…” he shook his head, “I hate doing it because I don’t have much control in my life because of it,” he looked at you with fierce eyes, “That’s why...I want to say fuck it.”

Before you could respond, he was walking up to you, cupping your cheek in a warm hand. Your eyes were wide, staring up at him as he moved close to you, his lips brushing yours. 

“It’s been so fucking painful letting you go,” he whispered, “Having to reject you and let you go out with fucking Denki nearly broke me down, not gonna lie. I didn’t want him to hurt you, that’s why I interfered...but I also...didn’t want to let him have you when I wanted you so damn bad myself.”

Your heartbeat stuttered as you stared up at him, wide eyed, “D-Does that mean you…”

He nodded, “Shit, I’ve liked you for so long, _____. It’s been so hard not telling you how I feel every single day.”

“Hitoshi,” you likced your lips, reaching up to fist the front of his shirt. He hummed before you spoke again, “Please kiss me.”

There was a quick flash of his smile before his lips met yours ― every bit as soft as you expected them to be. You could faintly taste toothpaste on his lips but you didn’t mind one bit, he probably tasted the same from you. 

His hand moved from your cheek to your jaw, angling your head to deepen the kiss. Your own hands moved around his shoulders, pulling him closer. 

You quickly found yourself on your back, his hand wandering up the hem of your shirt, touching the bare skin of your stomach. You whimpered, fisting his hair as you kept him locked in a kiss. He didn’t seem to mind, simply sighing against your lips. 

You still had questions but you couldn’t bear the thought of stopping this so you tucked them into the back of your mind, devoting yourself to what was right in front of you. 

Shinsou sat up just slightly, breaking the kiss. You almost whined but the feeling of his hand creeping upwards towards your bare breast stopped you.

“Is this okay?” he asked for your consent, pausing before he actually touched you.

“Very,” you breathed, tugging him back down for another kiss. 

Immediately, he cupped your breast, thumbing your already erected nipple. You gasped into his mouth, earning an amused chuckle from him.

“Sensitive?” he asked, pecking your lips before suddenly sitting back. 

This time you did whine at the loss. He flashed you a fond smile before pushing the hem of your shirt up to your neck, revealing your chest to his greedy eyes. 

“D-Don’t just stare,” you complained, feeling your cheeks burn as he admired your body. 

“Sorry,” he replied insincerely, cupping your breast once more, “You have such pretty tits, you know? I couldn’t help it.”

You scoffed but it turned into a choked gasp as he enveloped your pert bud in his hot mouth, wet tongue lashing against it before he pulled away with a firm suck. You wrapped your hands in those soft, purple tresses and whined. His other hand came up to pinch your other nipple, making sure to give it just as much attention. 

“Toshi…” you whined, tugging his hair until he pulled away, his lips swollen. 

“What is it, baby?” he hummed, nosing at your neck to press soft kisses there.

“T-Take your shirt off,” you breathed, tugging at the hem until you were able to pull it over his head with a bit of assistance. 

Once he was as shirtless as you, your hands began to wander to touch every bit of skin you had long to for so long. He let you explore, letting out a soft sigh when you brushed over one of his hardened nipples. You didn’t linger in one place for long, quickly growing too curious at the sight of his member straining against those damn sweatpants he always wore. 

His head tipped back as you palmed him through the fabric, quickly noticing that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Eagerly, you dipped your fingers beneath the hem and pulled his cock free, your fingers not even able to touch once wrapped around. 

He was thick, a curve to his length that you just knew would hit a certain spot inside of you that would make you lose your mind. The head was a flushed red color, leaking precum that you used to give him a couple easy strokes. 

He reached down, grabbing your wrist to stop you before slipping his own hand down the hem of your shorts and panties. 

Your hips bucked the second his fingers made contact with your folds ― already dripping wet and coating his digits generously. He gave a few soft circles to your clit, testing your sensitivity before finding the pressure that had you cunt clenching around nothing. 

You whined, grinding your hips against his touch in hopes he’d slip at least one of those long fingers into you. Thankfully, you were granted your wish and more as he easily slid his middle and ring fingers in. 

He groaned as you walls tightly clenched around him, trying to desperately pull him back in whenever he pulled them out slightly. 

“Feel good?” he breathed, already knowing the answer but craving your praise.

“So good,” you whimpered, biting your lip. He curled his fingers suddenly, nailing that sweet, spongy spot on your upper wall, “Right there!” you gasped. 

He grinned, massaging that one pleasure-point with vigor, “Yeah? Right there, kitten?”

You keened at the name, walls clenching. He groaned at the feeling, suddenly pulling his hand free from your shorts. You didn’t have time to complain before he was tugging the remaining articles down your legs to toss away. 

He moved with practice expertise, grabbing you beneath the thighs to pin them open. Your wet cunt was exposed to his all too greedy eyes. He licked his lips at the sight, making your cheeks burn. 

Before you knew it, he was kneeling on the floor beside the bed, tugging you down just a bit so your ass was almost hanging off the edge. The position left you completely at his mercy. He knew it too. 

You watched with bated breath as he spread your folds open ― revealing the shiny, pink hole that continuously dripped your arousal. It clenched beneath his leering gaze and he groaned. 

“Fuck!” you squealed when he dove forward to wrap his lips around your hardened clit. 

He hummed at your taste, sending vibrations through the little bud. He quickly abandoned that in favor of getting a full taste of your juices. Tonguing your entrance, he reveled in how tight you were around his tongue. 

You reached down, tanging your fingers in his hair as he ate you with all he had. His tongue worked expertly to circle your clit before dipping back down to your hole once again. 

“Please, put your fingers in,” you begged, desperate to be filled. 

He quickly obliged, slipping two long digits into your clenched pussy before mouthing over your clit eagerly. He could already feel you clenching sporadically around him and he couldn’t resist setting a quick pace, hammering against your sweet spot with every movement. 

Your muscles were taught as you felt that glorious high building up. Soft pleas left your lips as your back arched. 

“Gonna cum, kitten?” he tasted, flicking his tongue against your clit.

“Y-Yeah!” you sobbed, abandoning your hold on his hair to tear at your blankets ― not wanting to hurt him in your throes of pleasure. 

“Cum then,” the casual way he said those words flicked a switch and you were cumming. 

He groaned through your high, feeling your cunt spasm around him. He felt your cum gush from around his digits, soaking them as you clit throbbed beneath the pad of his tongue. Once your body began to relax, he pulled away. 

Your thighs slammed shut once he was out of the way, your muscles trembling through the intense aftershocks. While you were coming down, he stripped himself of his sweats, popping his cum-soaked fingers into his mouth with a groan as he fisted his cock to the sight of you trembling. 

The fact he made you cum so hard was a boost to his ego and he didn’t bother fighting the prideful grin on his face. Sweat coated your skin and made your hair stick to your neck. 

After several seconds, he climbed onto the bed and maneuvered you so your head was in the pillows. You bit your lip and grinned slyly at him as he climbed onto the bed. 

“Shit uh…” he looked around your room quickly, a frown on his lips. You looked up at him curiously before he explained, “Condom?”

You bit your lip and shook your head, “D-Don’t worry about it.”

“Huh?” he gaped down at you.

You shrugged, “I’m on the pill and well...I’m sure you use condoms with you...job, right?”

“Always,” he blinked.

“Then…” you wiggled your hips at him with a cheeky grin. 

He chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. Reaching between the two of you, he gripped his cock and tapped the head of it against your folds. Your thighs jumped as he slapped lightly against your sensitive clit. 

Finally, he began to press into you and your mouth fell open at the delicious stretch his cock gave you. He clenched his teeth, letting you soft groans as he sunk more of his length into you. Your walls gripped him so tightly, spasming and clenching as he was fully seated within you. 

The two of you had to pause before continuing, the feeling of him filling you up too much. His cock was thick, making you feel like he was stuffing you full. 

“Please,” you begged, fisting the pillows on either side of your head as he sat back on his heels. 

Gazing between your thighs, he nearly lost it at the sight of your cunt stretched tight to accommodate him. He thumbed over your clit, receiving a sharp cry from your lips. 

“Fuck...you’re so fucking tight,” he growled, circling his hips against yours with a groan, “I can feel you clenching so tight around me. Bet you wanna cum again, huh?”

“Yes!” you cried quickly, mouth agape as he gave a sudden thrust, “Please make me cum!”

He shushed you, rubbing his thumbs over your hips, “Don’t worry, kitten, I got you...I’ll get you there.”

Before you could respond, he was setting an almost brutal pace. You always imagined what Shinsou would be like in bed ― you pictured it too many times at night. Sometimes you imagined he would take it slow with deep, intense thrusts. Other times you’d picture exactly this; rough, harsh thrusts that you were sure were going to leave you sore when the morning came. 

You had no complaints though. 

Hitoshi gripped you beneath your knees, pinning your legs to your chest as he fucked you. Your cunt gushed around him, making lewd, wet noises reverberate around the room and mingle with your mixed moans. He let out groans of pleasure, strands of purple hair sticking to his forehead. 

You couldn’t help but admire the sight of him ― muscles rippling and moving with the force of his thrusts. Reaching up, you pulled him closer against you, dragging your nails across his shoulder blades. 

He winced but you felt his cock twitch at the pinch of pain inflicted as a result. You thought back to what you saw that one night ― the marks some random woman left on his body. Suddenly, you were overcome with the need to mark him as yours. 

Catching him by surprise, you managed to flip him over, straddling his waist, using his strong chest as leverage to fuck yourself on his thick cock. The new angle allowed him to reach even deeper, almost hitting your cervix every time you sunk down on him. He gripped your hips, assisting your movements as he tossed his head back into the pillows. 

“Shit, that’s it, kitten,” he praised, reaching up to pinch one of your nipples.

You keened at the praise, leaning down to deliver a sharp bite against his shoulder, sucking at the skin until a bright red mark bloomed. You eyed it proudly, biting your lip as you ground against his cock, making sure your clit got the attention it needed. 

Shinsou bucked into you, making you whine as he started a steady pace of bouncing. Your thighs burned but it was worth the sight of having him beneath you. The way he stared up at you, as if you were a goddess made your heart race. 

“Toshi…” you whined, leaning back to steady yourself on his thighs as he started to thrust up into you. 

“What is it, babygirl?” he grunted, gripping your hips tightly as he fucked his thick cock into your gushing cunt. 

“Make me cum, please!” you begged, biting your lip. 

He grinned, bringing his thumb to his lips to lick the pad of it, “I got you, baby.”

Before you could think of a response, he was circling his thumb around your clit, the bud desperate for attention. Your body tensed with just a few quick circles of his thumb, his cock angled against your g-spot so perfectly that you immediately reached your high. 

Through your own cries of pleasure, you heard him moaning alongside you before he froze, his cock buried deep inside you as he came. His cock throbbed and pulsed with every jet of hot cum he released into your clenching walls. 

All at once, things stilled. You both relaxed against each other. His cock was still stuffed inside you, softening as his cum leaked out around him to make a mess between the two of you. You laid your head against his chest, his large hand cupping the back of it, pressing soft kisses against your forehead until your heartbeats finally slowed to a reasonable pace. 

“Let’s take a bath, baby,” he groaned as he sat up, keeping you secure in his lap.

You were surprised he could carry you so easily after he nearly fucked the very life out of you. 

Soon enough, you found yourself surrounded by sweet-smelling water with a fucked-out Shinsou cuddling against your back.

“Not to...ruin this afterglow bliss,” you hummed, leaning back against him as the warm water ripped around you, “But what brought this confession on suddenly? I thought you said your job doesn’t allow room for relationships.”

He was quiet for several, long seconds before he leaned forward to press a kiss to your shoulder, “I didn’t think it was fair to let myself be with you when I was going out once a month to hang around with a bunch of women. It isn’t something I want to put you through.”

“So you’re going to quit?” you asked. 

He nodded, “I probably won’t be able to make enough money to keep this place but...if it means I can have you without feeling like shit about hurting you, then yeah. It’ll be worth it, I’m sure.”

“Why don’t you just…” you bit your lip, pausing.

“What?” you questioned, gripping your chin to make you look at him, “Talk to me.”

You hummed, “Just stop with the sex and kissing stuff...just be arm candy, like you said. Hang out with them. They’ll still pay for that, right?”

He raised a brow, shifting so he could look better at your face, “You’d be okay with me going to hang out with a bunch of women who want nothing more than to sit on my dick?”

“Well…” you cleared your throat, your cheeks burning, “As long as only I get to sit on your dick then it’ll be fine. I trust you, Hitoshi.”

He was quiet once again before a smile fell across his lips, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips, “We’ll talk more about it later. Let’s just relax.”

He tucked you against his chest, leaning back against the porcelain of the tub. With his fingers caressing across your skin, you allowed yourself to drift off ― finally wrapped up in those damn arms you dreamed of.