#just a silly idea i thought of while crying on the toilet???

[purplerabbitkisser]

jax5

[bellysoupset]

Hey soup. Can I get a sick Leo caretaker Luke. Maybe he has a very upset stomach and he gets sick from both ends if that’s ok. And him being embarrassed but Luke comforting him.

Despite the fact that he didn't get airsick, Leo chalked it up to that when he started feeling queasy an hour out of San Francisco's airport. It was probably nerves, he missed Jonah already.

True to their agreement, Jonah had stayed behind with Angie so they could live their two weeks of exploring Europe together and Leo had gone back home. Part of Leo was proud of their relationship, but a smaller, meaner part was simply jealous. He squashed those feelings down, Jon was over the moon hanging out with his sister and that was what mattered most.

There was a young lady sitting to his side, knocked out, and Leo pressed his forehead to the plane's wall, looking out of the window and trying to ignore the uneasy feeling in his stomach and how suffocated he felt. He wanted out of this sardine's can, but the thought of landing wasn't as reassuring as one would think. Landing meant having to stay up and in line, then wait to get his luggage, finding Luke... It just sounded tiring.

Leo's belly let out a loud, whiny noise and his cheeks turned red as he instinctively wrapped an arm around it, glancing nervously to the girl sitting next to him. She didn't even stir.

He leaned forward, leg bouncing up and down as a cramp squeezed his lower tummy and caused cold sweat to spring up. Another angry gurgle and Leo hastily undid his seatbelt, then glanced worriedly at the woman, trying to sneak past her knees without waking her up.

It was a bigger hassle than needed, but he felt a victorious rush when he managed to squeeze and jump over her, only for his middle to remind him why he was standing in the first place by letting out another disgusting whine.

Leo shuffled down the hallway to the bathroom in the back, mentally cursing his luck. The flight from Zurich had been 15 hours long, with a small stop in San Francisco and Leo couldn't believe he had survived 14 hours, only to succumb to illness in the last stretch of the trip.

His intestines seized and he rocked while sitting on the toilet, gulping down the sticky saliva and bouncing his leg in a nervous, crampy way. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ignore the burning on them and feeling ridiculous for wanting to cry over something so silly as an upset stomach.

Once he felt more of less done, intestines not cramping as much, but definitely much more nauseous than before, Leo took his time washing his hands and face and crawling back to his seat. The woman was now awake and she threw him a startled look, but said nothing about Leo's paleness.

Lucas was standing at the end of the disembark area, holding a cardboard sign that said "Mr. Wagner" in bold, ridiculous letters and Leo could've cried from relief as he saw his friend. He was sure his mental and physical state showed on his face, because Luke's million bucks smile slipped and he frowned, lowering the sign.

"Hey- Everything o-OH okay, okay," Luke interrupted himself as Leo promptly tackled him with a hug. Lucas' was a good handful of inches taller than the blonde and Leo melted against him without a thought.

Unlike Jonah or Leo himself would've done, Luke didn't pull back at all, happy to just hug for however long Leo needed him to, but unlike Vince who'd have read him immediately, Luke still had to ask "did you and Jon fight? What's going on?"

"No," Leo shook his head, pulling back, "no, we're fine. In fact I should text him, let him know I landed."

"Good idea," Luke nodded sagely, "before he calls Interpol thinking your plane got kidnapped or something."

Leo offered him a small smile at the joke, leaning forward to he could press his forehead to Luke's shoulder as he got his phone out of his dark crossbody bag, "I feel like crap."

"Airsick?" Luke asked, sympathy coloring his words and Leo shook his head, wiping his sweaty fingers on his pants.

"No," his stomach let out a gurgle, but the airport noise drowned it out, "either I got food poisoning in San Francisco or I caught a bug, but my tummy feels gross."

Over his head, Luke let out a little amused huff at his wording, "do you need to use the bathroom? I can go ahead and take your luggage to the car, I'm in the parking lot."

"Already did," Leo's cheeks were burning with embarrassment, he had no idea how Lucas talked so openly about things, "I really just wanna go home. See my cat."

Leo texted Jonah a quick, "at the airport, call u when I get home. Love you" and pocketed his phone, rubbing his hands over his face tiredly as Luke said:

"JD has been an angel," he grabbed Leo's bag and turned it to the side to carry it, despite the thing having wheels, starting to lead their way, "I got a bunch of videos and pictures, Bella really didn't want to give her back."

"I wanna see the videos," Leo opened a genuine smile, "and why don't you and Bell get a pet anyway? It's not like you don't like animals. If Jon can do it, you can do it."

Luke snorted at the line, before shrugging, "no space, our place is too cramped."

"Oh yeah, forgot you're roleplaying as poor," Leo needled, rolling his eyes and causing Luke to wrinkle his nose at him, green eyes sparkling as if he was considering between a nice or a mean response.

He clearly settled for the former, "it's what Bell's paycheck can comfortably afford and she doesn't want my name on the lease, man. Happy wife, happy life."

"That was nearly two years ago," Leo vouched, happy to have anything but the gross feeling in his stomach to focus on. He could feel the churning inside picking up and his arms were covered with goosebumps, "she was rightfully paranoid thanks to the break up. You guys are married now, have you talked with her about it?"

Luke chewed on his bottom lip, in that way he did when he knew he had oversighted something but wasn't ready to admit it, "No? Whatever, it's not that big of a deal."

Leo let out a scoff, then groaned as they stepped out of the airport and he realized it was a chilly night, the cold breeze causing him to shudder.

Lucas paused, not commenting, but side stepping so they weren't right in front of the exit. He waited patiently as Leo took a measured breath, blowing it out through his mouth and wiped the sweat collecting over his lip.

After a minute, Leo nodded, so Luke raised a thumbs up, "you good?"

"Yeah," Leo started to walk, although he had no idea where Luke had parked, but soon the other man followed him and started to guide the way, "talk to me, take my mind off of this."

"What exactly is this?" Lucas squinted at him, all but bouncing on his feet, fiddling with his car keys. Leo never ceased to be amused by his friend's inability to stand still.

"I feel like I'm gonna barf," Leo cleared up, now that they were out of people's earshot, "and I might have a fever? Can't tell."

Without any hesitation, Luke smacked his hand against Leo's forehead, nearly hitting him with the keys. He tsked, "I don't think so, you're just clammy."

"Great," Leo grimaced as another cramp hit him, "so it's just food poisoning," he should be thankful, food poisoning meant it'd be over sooner rather than later, but Leo wasn't feeling very positive at the moment and his words came out covered in sarcasm.

Lucas snorted at Leo's clear bitterness and grabbed his shoulder, pushing him ahead and soon enough they reached Luke's dark green jeep. He put Leo's luggage in the trunk, then hesitated, chewing on his lip, "Do you want to drive? So you don't get carsick on top of it?"

"No," Leo shook his head, already walking towards the passenger side, "I'm too queasy to pay attention to the road."

"Alright, just let me know when to pull over," Luke shrugged, bouncing to his side. Not if, but when, Leo noted, entering the car and tipping his head back with a groan.

"Tell me about Europe," Lucas asked, starting to drive out, "how was everything? Jackie? Matteo?"

"It was lovely," Leo lowered his window despite the chilly night, "Matteo is super nice, I really liked him."

"He is, isn't he?" Luke smiled brightly, "too nice for Jackie."

"Nah," Leo shook his head, smiling to himself, "I love Jackie, she's so unapologetic snotty. She's herself in every occasion, I never feel like she's being nice to me just because it's polite."

Luke let out a humm and Leo squinted at him in the dark car, "What?"

"Nothing!" Luke's voice was teasing, he was clearly smiling, "nothing, nothing- Just makes you wonder why you're head over heels with Jon, uh?"

"Oh, shut up," Leo scoffed, shoving Luke's arm and then staring ahead, to the cars coming the opposite way in the two way, "Jonah was so relaxed in Switzerland..."

Before he could further elaborate in this insecurity, Luke flicked at his ear, not taking his eyes from the road, "don't go there, Leo. The guy is on vacation, of course he's relaxed. But no one can live on vacation mode, you're not being fair to yourself or with him either."

"Yeah, I guess..." Leo rubbed at his chest, uneasily and startled himself when it brought up a sudden burp. He rushed up his hand to muffle it, a second too late, but Luke didn't seem bothered in the least.

Lucas kept his eyes on the road, so Leo leaned slightly forward, wrapping his arms around his belly and rocking on his seat as a new wave of nausea washed over him. He felt so warm. He gulped down nervously and jerked as he felt a gentle touch to his elbow. Luke was holding out a bottle of water.

"Thanks..." Leo mumbled, taking a small sip and forcing himself to swallow it. It rid his mouth of the sickening sweet saliva, but did nothing to the sloshy feeling inside his belly.

"Do I need to pull over?" Luke asked, reaching blindly so he could plant a hand on Leo's trembling back. The blonde hesitated, then nodded.

"Yeah, think so..." he grimaced as his belly churned once again and he could just taste the small snack - cookies! - he had had in the San Francisco airport, "I'm sorry, I'm being such a hassle."

"You're not a hassle, you're sick, it happens," Lucas' voice was dripping with understanding, but it only made Leo want Jonah more. He hated being sick, but it was particularly bad when he was missing his fiancé.

Luke turned up the warning lights and it took a while more before he was able to safely pull over. As soon as he did, Leo unbuckled the seatbelt and leaned out the passenger side, not even making it fully out before he retched.

He didn't bring up anything, but his whole body convulsed and the blonde let out a pained moan, clutching the door as a new wave of repulsion washed over him. His stomach squeezed once more and Leo let out a groan in the back of his throat, spitting in the dust shoulder and breathing heavily against the ill feeling.

"Leo?"

He didn't answer, only shook his head no, as if to say he wasn't nowhere near done. That seemed to do the trick, because halfway through the gesture another burp snuck up on him and he coughed up a mouthful of foul vomit.

Leo felt Luke's hand in the middle of his back, not rubbing, more like a steadying weight and he tried to focus on it, but it was to no avail. His stomach rolled once more and Leo would've fallen out of the door with a heave, wasn't it for Luke clutching the back of his shirt.

He coughed and spat, letting out a groan when finally the pain in his belly seemed to diminish.

"Leo, kid, you alright?" Lucas asked, squeezing his nape gently and Leo nodded, using the door to sit back in his seat.

"That sucked," he grumbled, his voice shot and Luke chuckled softly, passing him the water bottle.

"You feel better, though?"

"A bit," Leo swished the water around, spitting it out and then taking a tentative little sip. When his belly didn't immediately fight it, he shut the door and leaned his head back, hearing as Luke started the car back up.

In truth, Luke really didn't need Leo's input in order to have a conversation and Leo opened a small smile as he was able to clam up and just listen as his best friend started to talk to fill in the silence. It was so funny to him how Luke's track of thinking worked, how he jumped from one subject to the other and then to another without finishing either.

"You have ADHD," Leo yawned, as he saw the Welton sign appear in the horizon. He felt dizzy and clammy and desperately wanted a shower and his bed.

Luke let out a small offended noise, "no, I don't!"

"Did you get tested for it?" Leo turned slightly to look at him and saw Luke do that lip chewing thing he did, "thought so. I bet you fifty."

"Fuck off," Lucas grumbled, drumming his finger against the steering wheel, "do you want me to stop at a pharmacy first?"

"No," Leo curled up, wincing as his belly let out a growl loud enough that even Luke heard, judging by the way his eyebrows went up, "you're staying the night, right?"

He felt incredibly childish even asking that and it went against everything in him. Every molecule in Leo's body told him not to ask for company or help, but this was Luke... And Leo really didn't want to be all alone in his and Jonah's apartment for the first night, however ridiculous that seemed.

"Yeah, Bell's at Wendy's, I'm all yours," Luke shrugged, not bothered in the least, "she said they're doing something with her hair, which is always a terrible idea and means she's going to ruin her beautiful curls-"

Leo dozed off as he heard his best friend continue to ramble on.

He woke up in the parking lot of his building, with Luke shaking him awake gently. The blonde let out a groan, then opened a small, secret smile as he felt Luke wrapping his arm around his shoulder and hugging him by the waist, all but pulling him up.

He sunk against Luke's side and pressed his face to the man's arm, knees feeling weak and stomach far from settled, embarrassment causing his face to burn as they entered the elevator and his belly let out an upset growl.

"Leo?"

"I'm fine," he yawned, not opening his eye and then sighing happily as he felt Luke hug him slightly, "you're comfy."

"Oh yeah?" Lucas sounded smug as hell and Leo scoffed, but didn't move away, too comfortable to care.

[pumpkinbxtch]

“unbearable?” ✿.｡*

— frank zhang x fem!reader

Summary: When Frank confesses his love to you, the reaction he gets from you is not what he expected, as you have always thought that he hated you. warnings: none, just language a/n: welcome to my first frank blurb, he's so fuckn cute. i love him. sorry if it's very weird.

— I like you— As soon as that sentence ended, your ears felt empty and your skin bristled. Your mind started working a thousand times faster, but all you managed was to let out a silly snort.

That was enough for Frank to take two steps back; he wished he could jump to another continent at that very moment, to a place where no one would ever see him again, especially you. All those nights he stayed awake practicing his confession seemed to have been in vain, even the talks with Piper on how to treat you. Everything seemed to have simply gone down the stupid toilet.

Unintentionally, both of you fell into silence. Each had an expression that the other would have mocked if not for the situation. Your tongue failed you, but you began to murmur and shake your head.

— Frank, this is not funny.

The boy opened his eyes and also started shaking his head, totally confused by your accusation. How could you think he was joking about his feelings? But above all, what gnawed at him inside was, what had Frank done to make you think that way? He had no fucking idea.

—Excuse me?— He whimpered. It wasn't his intention, but his heart was breaking, and you were rubbing it in the dust with every expression you made.

It surprised you; after your words, you expected him to give you that strange look and leave in silence with a mocking laugh. Why? Because that was practically what Frank always did.

From your perspective, the son of Mars always seemed tired of you. No matter what you tried, he always brushed you off with strange glances, furrowed brows, and a completely tense body.

Remember that time you bought him a bear-shaped ice pop because it reminded you of him? You recall how happy you were searching for him to give it to him, “he will love it,” you thought, “with this, I can get closer to him,” you believed, but when you could hand him the gift…

“Thank you,” he said, without any damn expression on his face. His shoulders completely stiff and his brow deeply furrowed. He quickly walked away from you after finishing the sentence, and you didn't see him again in the evening.

On that occasion and many more, you had no doubt, Frank couldn't stand you.

And how wrong you were. Frank was just holding back the urge to laugh like an idiot in front of you, to not sweat excessively or make any exaggerated movements that would give away his feelings for you. You misinterpreted everything, while he thought he was being gentle with you and slowly connecting the dots to be more than just your friend.

Frank had the best strategy in mind to win you over, but apparently, of all his plans and strategies, that one had not been successful other than making you think he hated you. Someone bury him alive!

— It's not funny — you repeated, popping your thoughts, and looked around. There were small arrangements in the park, some lights, and a blanket folded over a picnic basket. That made you doubt.

—I'm not joking —he took a step towards you. If you didn't reciprocate, it was fine, he would cry later, but he had to make it clear. He couldn't leave things like that.

— You are — you accused, and he started to despair.

— No! I like you! Isn't it obvious? 

You huffed.

— Well, it's not! You hate me! Wasn't that obvious? 

— No! —He complained exasperatedly.

Both sighed and looked at each other in silence with doubt. You started to tremble, the night was approaching, and the air was getting cold. You just wanted to go back to your cabin, but things weren't getting any better. You wished you could bite your tongue and not have reacted that way. What if Frank was serious, what chances did that leave you? Your stomach began to twist, and you let out a small groan.

— So do you like me? 

Frank's cheeks started to turn pink, and his stuttering made you feel guilty. Damn it, damn it, damn it. What were you missing out on?

— Frank— You called him, and he started stuttering even faster. You feared he might turn into a swarm of bees and run away. — FRANK

The boy felt a drop of sweat running down his back, his breathing quickened. He never thought things would turn out this way. He let out a groan, clenched his hands.

— YES, I LIKE YOU — Pop. And he turned into a bear. Typical.

You opened your eyes wide and let out a laugh, then two, which turned into a fit of laughter. Frank was dying of embarrassment, but he decided to stay in that form. Maybe you would leave, and he could hide for the rest of his life, but you kept laughing.

Things got complicated, turned strange, but you knew you had to talk about it no matter what. How did you feel about Frank? You weren't sure because you never had the chance to define it, but he seemed sweet, very attentive.

Maybe deep down you always wanted his attention, that's why you tried to connect with him so many times.

You inhaled and exhaled, after the last laughs, Frank had sat on his bear's hindquarters, and you sat on the grass. The lights he had apparently set up finally shone in the darkness, resembling fireflies. You looked at him in his brown fur.

— I thought you hated me… — you sighed. — I had no idea, Frank… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you with my reaction.

He let out a growl, you never wished so much to understand bear language. Without hesitation, you stroked his head.

— Frank… — You called him a bit more insistently, and the son of Mars transformed again. His pale face was illuminated by the small lights, shyness still evident in him. Your hand ended up on the boy's forearm, but you didn't remove it. On the contrary, you tightened your grip, catching his attention.

— I was very naive, I thought I was making it clear that I liked you — You let out another giggle and hugged yourself when another gust of wind blew against both of you. Frank didn't hesitate for two seconds and took off his jacket to drape it over your shoulders. You thanked him with a glance, and he smiled.

—That's one of the few smiles you've given me… I always saw you very tense or serious around me. I stopped trying to engage with you…

This caused a pang in Frank's chest, and he gently shook his head.

—I should have tried harder.— It was your turn to shake your head. You wanted to tell him it wasn't his fault or give him encouragement, but you saw a better opportunity.

You walked over to the basket and tightened the jacket around your shoulders to keep it from falling when you picked it up. You lifted it into the air.

— Did you have something planned? — You inquired with a raised eyebrow, making Frank blush. It made a knot form in your stomach, but this time with a better feeling. You weren't blind; you always knew he was terribly handsome.— We can mend this lack of communication. What better way than with something you created? 

Frank nodded and walked towards you. He crouched to pick up the blanket and took the basket from your hands.—Let me do it.

You let him. As he set up the picnic, you felt anxious.

— Frank, I didn't really answer you…— He looked up at you and shrugged it off, but you ignored it. — And I won't until you've set up enough picnics to convince me.

He noticed your smile and the way you swayed as you spoke, with your hair flowing and his jacket covering your body. Damn, Frank would become the best fucking picnic expert if it meant increasing his chances with you.

[remykai]

generation loss

i am just going to say everything that is on my mind right now. sorry if it doesn’t make sense. 

warning: generation loss spoilers, when i am talking about the episodes, i am talking about the characters mostly, not about the creators who portrayed them.

i LOVE the show so much. i love the idea. i love the creators. i love the story. i love the sets. i love EVERYTHING about it.

i am so proud of ranboo and everyone who helped to make this show come to life and to be THAT good of an experience. 

thoughts on ep. 1: 

being thrown immedietly into the action was the best thing. you feel like you are really in there with ranboo and you are experiencing it alongside them. having the chance to vote was an amazing idea and i loved how it really looked like a game. ranboo was really the main character we deserved, loved and felt for. i gotta say i was a little bit worried about charlie being the demon. when i saw the trailer, i immediately started laughing, and i didn’t know if i would be able to see him as a scary character. good thing i didn’t have to. i think it was the best decision ever not to make him scary and terrifying, and rather make him silly and goofy. the cooking show then was amazing. the idea with the door and going to different dimensions was absolutely hilarious, i loved it. when ranboo went to the basement and found sneeg and frank, that was also a great idea and funny af. i loved sneegs performance - how he portrayed going absolutely bollocks after spending so much time down there and talking to frank even though he is a skeleton (not a real person ANYMORE). last but not least, i loved the fight scenes. they were amazing and i gotta say - i loved being able to control ranboo’s moves at least a little bit. the ending was immaculate and the cliffhanger made me want more immediately. 

thoughts on ep. 2:

i didn’t watch ep. 2 live, because i was on a trip, but i watched it later and even though i wasn’t directly part of it (aka making any choices), i enjoyed it nonetheless. i loved how more creators were part of this one. every single one’s performance was immaculate. charlie being all silly and goofy while ranboo was taking all the stuff out of him, and then for a very brief moment screaming and crying because ranboo literally tore him open, and then casually coming back to silly, goofy mood. amazing. i loved niki’s performace especially because it was so chilling to see her crying this whole time but the second she had to speak to the camera, she was smiling and saying that she is kind and nice. austin’s straight trope was hilarious af. and sneeg’s acting skills - wow. how it was obvious that he “woke up” and saw what was really happening there, how it was obvious that he just excused himself to go to the toilet because he wanted to run away, and how it was so obvious (and terrifying) that he was wiped and put back in the game. it was especially scary, because they didn’t (and didn’t need to) tie him back up, because he wouldn’t run away anymore. he wouldn’t even think of it. and seeing how he still cared for frank was just hearwarming. then later, during the mouse trap game, it was so scary to see niki die. that was the first time i thought: omg, we CAN’T really control EVERYTHING. but i loved the acting, how ranboo and sneeg just carried on like nothing really happened and i realized that only after vinnie vinesauce came and started freaking out a little. the idea of charlie being soaked into the towel was also brilliant. then the wardrobe trope, just amazing. i loved the humour. i loved the show. then ethan having hope of getting out of there with that statue and then being killed just sent chills down my spine. then the play room - hilarious - the way they didn’t believe they could get out of there by pushing one button but that was actually it. i loved it. and then having a brief mcc hole in the wall moment. i was laughing (even though sneeg and austing were dying, sorry guys). and then the ending. ranboo waking up, realizing this is all a show, all a game, realizing we are watching and we are the once in control. their scared face. i love it. brilliant acting. also: rae, sykkuno’s and jerma’s acting was also on point. i loved how rae was just this little happy, confused, clumsy rat, it was so cute. 

thoughts on ep. 3:

ranboo finally sees through. wahoo. but it has consequences. they realized what they had done. hetch trying to calm them down, to think rationally, to end this once and for all potentionally save all of their friends (ranboo would’ve left if they didn’t have hope that their friends could be saved). amazing. them being all scared and worried. and confused. very, very confused. and the amount of guilt they must’ve felt. the moment with the code and then setting off the alarm was so chilling because that was the one time ranboo made a choice for themselves, and it was wrong, and it didn’t work. but the question is: did they really make a choice, or was this all pre-planned by showfall media? and then later on, when they found all of the streamers. it was chilling - the way no one was responding. only after ranboo took charlie’s headphone’s off, he got out of the tranz and he helped him. i didn’t see charlie’s stream from before genloss ep. 3, but it was in the set, and that’s just so cool. because like how much is showfall actually in control of everything. it extends into real life, not only the show itself. that was a really cool detail, i think. charlie and ranboo then running away and trying to get out of there, but they can’t, because this is all one huge set. they could never get out because that’s how it’s all planned. charlie being murdered by that tv monster and then ranboo pressing the button was so intense, i was barely breathing. and the ending. ranboo thinking they got out, that they are free, that they are no longer in the game, in the show, but being tied up immediately after. it was so sad. us having a choice - let them live or let them die. i gotta say i pressed live, i questioned my choice later on, but in the end, i think i would still pick live because i had hope that maybe showfall media would let ranboo go. but i get everyone who chose the die button. it was so scary to see ranboo that hopeless. the ending got me. the box just sent chills down my spine. it was not the ending i wanted, but it was the ending ranboo deserved because maybe he would stay in the spiral forever and would never get out. but we don’t know that. lastly, knowing this is only one of many, many experiments is just so chilling. yes, i am excited for ranboo and their team to see what they come up with, but for the characters, this is gonna be just more torture and pain. 

to sum this up: i loved it so much. i can’t wait for ranboo to keep doing this and to bring more generation loss to us. 

[lord-and-master]

My Dearest Enemy [6]

◤• Commander Peepers x Reader • ◢

╰┈➤ This is not slow burn at all and with a serious tone (just saying!). This is THE SIXTH CHAPTER, you can read the rest here:

https://www.wattpad.com/story/222059481-my-dearest-enemy

Neither Peepers nor Reader appear in this chapter. BUT THEY'LL BOTH APPEAR IN THE NEXT, OKAY?! :> (don't kill me)

Chapter Six: But It's No Use

Wander and Sylvia sat at a cozy corner table in the restaurant, their meal spread before them.  Their conversation was filled with their usual light-hearted banter and laughter. The nomad was his regular optimistic self, spreading cheer between the two. Sylvia too, though more reserved, looked content listening to her buddy.

However, there was one thing on her mind in that moment.

"So, what should we talk about? I mean, Hater has been pretty quiet these past few weeks..." She mused, rubbing her chin in thought as she placed her burger back on her plate.

Wander humed for a moment, but then his eyes started shining and a huge grin appeared on his face. "Ooh- Ooh!- Maybe he got over his evil side and started doing some charity work, like feeding the hungry and sheltering the poor!"

Sylvia laughed at his words, shaking her head in amusement.

Hater would never do that. 

"I think the word charity would kill him." She replied with a chuckle, taking a sip of her drink, but then she raised an eyebrow. "You sure he's not secretly hiding on his ship, planning to do something bigger than usual?" Bigger didn't exactly mean successful, but she felt the need to ask the question anyway, her curiosity evident.

The nomad shrugged at her words. "Maybe...?" Then his smile widened. "OR what if he quit being evil and has a secret farm where he takes care of baby animals?!" He started waving his hands around, excited by his own idea. 

Sylvia paused, but then quickly shook her head and leaned back in her seat. "Hater? Being sweet and caring?" She gave her friend a satirical look. "I think the galaxy would implode if that were to happen."

Wander laughed softly, picturing the unlikely scenario himself. He took a sip of his milkshake and shot his buddy a curious eyebrow "Well, then what do you think he's up to?"

"Probably stuck in the toilet, you know, being Hater." She stated simply, her arms crossed over her chest. Her response was rather nonchalant, though the smile that started creeping onto her lips spoke volumes about her view on the skeleton.

Wander laughed at her comment and his eyes widened as an even more ridiculous image popped into his mind. "You know, now that I think about it... what if he accidentally locked himself in his bathroom and he's just been stuck there this whole time?" There was a hint of worry in his tone, but he giggled at the thought nonetheless. "Silly Hater."

The woman held back her own laughter, trying to stay focused on why the superior ruler hasn't tried attacking them at all, but her resolve was wavering. "I can totally see that happening. Getting all grumpy and embarrassed, while he's stuck there." She added, picturing the situation as well.

The star-nomad chuckled uncontrollably, almost falling out of his seat imagining his archenemy (best friend) yelling from the bathroom. "We'd hear him screaming for Mister Peepers to come help him, but he just ends up throwing a tantrum and crying!"

Sylvia bursted out into a cackle at the idea. "Can you imagine his face though? Just absolute betrayal when he can't get out!" The zbornack continued her hysterics, picturing the skeleton's angry expressions.

Hearing her words, the orange fuzzball suddenly stopped laughing.

"Poor Hater!" His smile faded, his helpful nature coming up to the surface. "Maybe we should go and see if he needs help?" The nomad pondered, clearly amused, but concerned at the same time. It wasn't like he wanted his best buddy to feel helpless.

Sylvia snorted. "That sounds like a bad idea, and you know it." She pointed out, though the concern in her tone was visible - not for Hater, but for herself and her friend. "If we go to his ship, he'll probably try and-"

In that moment, the door to the restaurant flew open with a loud bang.

Dominator stormed in, practically kicking the entrance open, her expression a mix of impatience and annoyance. All around, a wave of jeers and disdainful looks from the other patrons of the eating place filled the room. Some aliens even threw things in her direction, obviously mad at her, of all people, to disrupt their peace and tranquility. The heroic duo, on the other hand, seemed more surprised than anything else by her dramatic presence, both turning as she strode towards them.

Suddenly, Wander's eyes lit up like fireworks as he stood up on the table, waving at the newcomer with excitement. "DOMINATOR! HI!"

The woman, visibly unaware (or perhaps uncaring) of the disapproving glares from others, made her way towards the table where the two were seated. She passed through the thrown food without a flinch, not even bothering to bark something in return. It wasn't something that she would usually do, it didn't feel like her. 

But she looked serious.

As she arrived at the her destination, her aura of disdain and power was still present despite her undignified entrance. She didn't even look the two aliens in the eyes, her fists tightening and trembling like she was contemplating turning around and leaving. And yet she didn't, she stood her ground, her teeth beginning to clash against each other as she tried to form a sentence. 

Wander, oblivious to her threatening stance, squealed in happiness. "We didn't expect to see you here, right Syl?!" With that he shot his friend an excited look, but she only rolled her eyes, already knowing how the situation would escalate. Though the nomad paid no mind to her reaction, instead, he reached out and grabbed the hand of the former dictator.

...and started shaking it violently.

"ActuallyIDidn'tThinkThatYouWouldComeAtAllSinceYouLikeTotallyWereAgainstTheIdeaAndYouSaid"WANDERIDON'TWANTTOBEYOURFRIEND"ButNowThatISeeYouHereI'mHonestlyStartingToThinkThatThere'sMoreTo-" He blabbered on, not even taking a second to breathe.

"Wander!" Sylvia raised her voice.

The orange alien paused, blinking his eyes in confusion. Then, a lightbulb could be seen levitating above his head, as if an idea popped into it. "Oh, you're right Syl! I almost forgot!" He stuck out his tongue, almost like he was apologizing for his actions.

And then he enveloped the angry woman in a tight hug.

"GET OFF ME!" She shook him off, her eyes wide in shock and frustration.

Although Wander didn't really care, he stumbled back into his chair, his smile never leaving his furry face. Seeing it, his friend shook her head, resisting an urge to facepalm. Then her eyes narrowed slightly as she moved them to the green-skinned intruder. "What are you doing here?"

Dominator ignored the hostility, her face remaining stoic and focused. Still, she took a deep breath, silencing the feeling of humiliation coursing through her veins. "I need to talk you." She said, her voice firm and commanding. "In private."

The nomad's curious orbs widened for a moment, but then he gave a sly smile. "Oooh~ Sound juicy!" He nudged the zbornack with his elbow, but Sylvia's suspicion only grew.

"Why can't you say it here?" She asked, looking the former-galaxy-destroyer up an down.

The woman shot a cold glance at her, the irritation starting to show. "What I have to say is sensitive and confidential!" She snapped. "I can't discuss it here, in front of all these idiots!" As soon as she finished her sentence, another person threw their pie in her direction, the sweet dessert landing perfectly on the side of her face and splattering everywhere.

How lovely.

Wander's eyes widened at the sight, his mouth hanging slightly open. Sylvia however stifled a snicker, enjoying the view of the once-feared conqueror being humiliated. "Yeah, I guess you're not too popular around here." She quipped, her voice dripping with sarcasm. 

Dominator gritted her teeth, clenching her fists at her sides. She was tempted to retort, to let out her anger and resentment, but she forced herself to reign in it. There was no way that she would destroy her own plans, not after she finally managed to to persuade her own mind. Because of that, she had to bite her tongue, it didn't matter if she liked it or not. 

And so she took a deep breath once again, calming herself down. "Will you two dorks listen to me?!" She asked, her tone slightly strained. "I have something important to tell you, something that could put the entire Galaxy in danger!!!"

As she raised her voice, everyone in the restaurant disappeared in a puff of smoke.

The cheerful nomad's expression changed to one of curiosity. "Danger?" He repeated, his innocent orbs looking for an answer in her face, as he tilted his head to the side. 

Sylvia was still skeptical, her arms crossed over her chest. "And why should we believe you?" She asked, her voice coated with visible distrust. "You haven't exactly been..." Her eyes moved across her form once again, as if to make a point. "...trustworthy in the past."

Dominator's face darkened at the reminder, the frustration flaring up within her. "I know!" She said, her voice low and hard. "But this is different! I'm telling the truth!" She pointed a hand at her chest, trying to look genuine. "You can either listen to me, or you can ignore me. But if you choose the latter, you're risking the safety of YOUR stupid little Galaxy!!"

Wander looked between the two women, his concern growing. "Sylvia...?" He began.

But his friend wasn't having it, her eyes narrowing at the villainess. "You expect me to believe you?" She sneered. "After everything you've done? I don't trust you as far as I can throw you, and let me tell you..." She shot her a confident look. "I can throw pretty far."

The orange fuzzball tried to intervene, his voice soft. "Sylvia, she does sound serious."

Upon hearing his words, the zbornack shot him a glare, not appreciating his interjection. "Wander, have you forgotten what she did?" She asked sharply. "The planets she destroyed, the lives she ruined? She's a villain, Wander. The very definition of one!"

Dominator's jaw tightened, her anger rising. "I know what I've done!" She snapped, her voice shaking with fury. "I don't need a reminder from some dumb horse!" With that, the woman stomped her foot on the ground, leaning closer to the person she insulted.

"Watch it, Dominator!" Sylvia warned, her body tensing as she clashed foreheads with her enemy, her eyes blazing like an inferno.

"Or what?" The other alien shot back, a small smirk appearing on her lips. "What are you going to do, pony? Trot me to death?" 

At that, the zbornack female lunged from her seat, cracking her neck and knuckles. "You want to say that again?!" She growled, her teeth bared. 

"Whoa, whoa, WHOA!" Wander jumped up and stood between the two, his hands up. "Let's all just calm down, okay? No need to get physical!"

The intervention seemed to snap both Dominator and Sylvia out of their anger for a moment. They both took a step back, their gazes locked onto each other. The tension in the air was palpable, like a ticking bomb waiting to explode. Wander, meanwhile, looked between the two with concern. "Now, let's just have a calm, rational conversation," He pleaded. "No name calling, no threats, no physical fights. Can we do that?"

The zbornack female took a few deep breaths, her face still flushed with anger. She didn't want to admit it, but her friend's plea had gotten through to her. She slowly sat back down, crossing her arms again. "Fine," she huffed, her eyes never leaving Dominator.

The former conqeror, too, had cooled down a bit. Her anger was still bubbling underneath the surface, but she knew that fighting with Sylvia, no matter how much she hated her, wouldn't help. She needed to stay focused on the task at hand. "Fine," She echoed, her voice tight. "I'll play nice, as long as she does."

At that her opponent rolled her eyes but didn't say anything else. Wander, seeing that the two were begrudgingly going along with his plan, smiled in relief. "Good," he said, his voice warm. 

"Now, Dominator, I can finally hand the microphone to you!"

Huh?

He literally pulled out a microphone out of his hat and handed it to her.

At first she blinked, unable to understand his logic, but then she gritted her teeth and threw the object at the table, making it crumble to pieces. "I SAID THAT IT'S PRIVATE YOU IDIOT!" 

The star-nomad grabbed the shattered item, a pout appearing on his face. "Okay, okay. No need to be rude." He turned to Sylvia, a finger pointed in Dominator's direction as he whispered. "Someone woke up with a grumpy mood today." 

Hearing his words, the villainess had to use all of her strength to not lash out. 

And so she wrapped her white hair around her face and screamed into it.

Ah... anger management lessons.

When she was done, she sat down next to Sylvia, not even bothering to ask for permission. She ignored their weirded out looks, her expression turning serious once more. For a second she closed her pink orbs and bit her lip, clearly contemplating if she should really reveal the information. But then, her eyes opened and she shot them a determined stare.

"Do you know ___ by any chance?"

Wander's expression faltered slightly at the mention of his close friend. He was sure that the human was friendly and harmless, despite her quirks and mischief. However, the mere declaration of her name in relation to something 'dangerous' had him feeling unsettled.

"_-___?" He stuttered, failing to hide his growing concern. "And what would she have to do with this 'The Galaxy is in danger!' situation?" Saying that, he gestured comically, to emphasize his question or, perhaps, to calm down his aching nerves. 

Sylvia looked between him and Dominator, her eyebrows raising at the mysterious revelation. She knew the human, her fuzzy friend made sure that they were well acquainted. Though to her, the information wasn't as surprising. The zbornack had a weird feeling in her chest ever since she met her, so she was prepared for anything. 

The failed villainess on the other hand only scowled, her eyes rolling. "If you don't believe me, then I have something that might allow you to." And with that, she pulled a piece of paper from her pocket. It was dirty, almost torn, signalizing that before the green-colored alien came to the restaurant, she had a very enjoyable discussion with the note. 

Not giving them time to process anything, she slammed the message on the table.

Wander flinched upon hearing the loud sound, but then took a deep breath. He reached out, grabbing the note and then unfolding it slowly. There was a lump in his throat, one that he couldn't get rid off no matter how much he tried to. He felt that he knew, knew what he would find written on that piece of paper. And yet, despite it all, he held onto the hope that he wouldn't. That it was all just a big misunderstanding and nothing more.

But as he saw what was hidden inside, it was almost like his fur lost it's shine. 

The paper contained a short, handwritten message, the writing delicate. The words were few, but impactful, sending a chill down the usually cheerful nomad's spine. 

'The Galaxy is mine >:)  - ___'

Wander's eyes widened, the blood in his veins running cold. He read the sentence over and over, as if hoping that it would change each time. But it remained the same, a cold and chilling statement of intent. "W-What?" He tried smiling, but his emotions didn't allow him to.

His friend, planning something ominous? 

But... she couldn't be.

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Sylvia, noticing the pain in her companion's eyes, grabbed the piece of paper from his trembling hands. Her confused orbs scanned over the few words, and then she raised an eyebrow in confusion. Okay, for that, she wasn't prepared. "You're kidding, right?" She scoffed. "___? Planning something terrible? I don't buy it." Her stare darted over to Dominator, but the woman simply watched with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Why? Because she's a human?" The former conqueror looked to the side, her tone annoyed. "Looks like your brain is more scrambled than I thought." 

"HEY!" Sylvia started standing up, her fist already in the air, but Wander's voice cut her off.

"I-I mean..." He mumbled, more to himself than to the others. "___ can be a little..." The nomad struggled to find the right words, his gaze set on the table, unmoving. Seeing that, the zbornack sat back down and let out a huff.  

"Abrasive?" She offered. "Rude? Condescending? Take your pick, pal." 

Wander grimaced at the description. "Yeah, something like that." He admitted, an awkward chuckle escaping his mouth. "But she's not... evil. Not really." With that, he turned to the two women, his eyes flickering between them in a hopeful manner. "I-I know she has a good heart, under all that attitude!"

Sylvia sighed, knowing that her friend was too naive for his own good sometimes. "If you say so, Wander." She said, her voice coated with both sarcasm and sympathy. "But I've never seen her do anything remotely heroic. Have you?" 

Quickly, the fuzzbal opened his lips to defend his buddy, but then he hesitated. He couldn't think of a single instance of the human being outright heroic. She had always been more of a lone wolf, someone that didn't want help from anyone. Even him. "Well, I..." He started, but trailed off, unable to finish his sentence. He looked conflicted, his eyes moving back and forth between Dominator and his close companion. 

Sylvia smiled at Wander's inability to respond, satisfied that she had won the argument. "See?" she said, her voice a little smug. "Even you have to admit she's not exactly a saint." 

The nomad swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. "But this can't be real." He said quietly, his voice shaky. "M-Maybe it's a joke. Maybe she's just playing a dumb prank or something along those lines. She's known for doing that, right?" As he looked up at his friend, she opened her mouth to speak, but stopped herself.

The zbornack's eyes moved to the woman next to her, narrowing them in an instant. "Wait." It clicked suddenly. "Why would she send it to you? How do we know that this isn't one of your stupid ways to get back to destroying the Galaxy?"

Dominator bristled at the accusation, indignant. "Believe me, if I wanted to do that, we wouldn't exactly be talking right now." She shot back, one of her orbs twitching in annoyance.

Sylvia looked at her skeptically. "Convenient, don't you think? She said with a scoff. "You, the former dictator with a history of wrecking havoc, just happen to stumble into a note from another bad guy planning destuction?"

"I don't care about the damn Galaxy!" She raised her voice. "I just figured that if a stupid human did it, it wouldn't exactly be the best outcome!" The woman hit the table in anger. 

The zbornack rolled her eyes, clearly not buying Dominator's defense. Wander on the other hand was lost in his own thoughts, his expressions changing rapidly. One second a grin was visible on his face, then a grimace, then a frown. It was like he couldn't process the information delivered by the former conqeueror. And it wasn't a matter of trust. It was something... different.

"It has to be a joke! ___ has a pretty twisted sense of humor, ya know?" He tried to keep his voice light, noticing the doubtful gazes of the two women on him, but Sylvia wasn't convinced.

"Wander, you're kidding, right buddy?" She said firmly. "You don't seriously think she's just pulling our legs here, do you?" 

The star-nomad hesitated, his forced grin faltering. He wanted to believe that this was all just some big trick, that his friend was playing with them as often as she did. But the words on the paper were too ominous, too specific. They sent his body into shivers, making it hard for him to remain optimistic. "Maybe...?" He tried to say, his arms moving to something resembling a shrug, but his tone was weak and unconvincing.

Meanwhile Dominator watched him with a critical eye. She could see the troubled emotions and doubt etched on his furry face, how much he wanted to believe that his precious compaion was just trying to fool them. But deep down, he had to know that this was a serious threat. "Weirdo." She said, her voice more gentle than she intended. "You can't seriously think that's all this is, can you?" 

The fuzzball opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. He wanted to tell them that ___ wouldn't actually do anything, that she was just being her usual annoying self. 

But the declaration was stuck in his throat. 

Sylvia's expression softened a bit, seeing the conflict in his orbs. She placed a hand on his shoulders, her tone comforting. "Wander, you know her better than we do. Is this something she would do?"

The nomad looked up at his friend, his eyes pleading. "I don't know." He admitted, his hands still shaking slightly. "She's always been kind of..." He trailed off, searching for the right words. "Moody." That was the right term. "And she does have a tendency to push people's buttons. But to plan something like this?" His hues moved to the side, avoiding their gaze. "I just... can't imagine it, ya know?"

His mind was racing, his thoughts a tangled mess. 

He knew. 

Dominator and Sylvia exchanged a skeptical look, silently questioning Wander's conviction. They knew there was more to the story than he was saying, it was obvious. And that's why, his friend spoke up, her tone cautious and soft. "Buddy, is there something you're not telling us?"

"Well- " He tensed upon hearing her words, but then a weak grin graced his lips. "She enjoys hugs more than she lets on?" He wanted it to be a confident statement, but it ended up sounding more like a question. Not something that he tried to do. 

The zbornack rolled her eyes once again, clearly unconvinced. "Wander, you know that's not what I meant." As she said it, Dominator watched the furry weirdo intently, her suspicion deepening with every second. She could sense that there was something he was holding back, something very important. 

Wander, feeling the weight of their gazes on him, struggled to maintain his lighhearted facade. He wanted to tell them the truth - that he knew more than he wished to tell. But he was afraid. Scared of their reaction and the fact that he would feel bad for revealing a secret he promised to keep. And so he gulped, feeling trapped between his loyality towards his human friend and need to be honest with his other buddy... and Dominator.

The green-skinned woman clicked her tongue, irritated by the secrecy. "Wander. Stop playing dumb." She snapped, her foot tapping impatiently on the ground. "We both know there's more to the story. You're holding something back, and I- WE need to know what it is!" With that, she sent him a glare, unable to hold in her frustration any longer. 

A drop of sweat ran down his forehead. 

He had to tell them. 

With a deep breath, he steeled himself for the inevitable. "Okay." He finally said, his voice quiet and resigned. "I'll tell you." But was that really a good idea?

The two women leaned forward, their expressions hardening in anticipation. Part of them was surprised that he gave in so easily, but on the other hand, the nomad never knew how to keep his mouth shut. And since the matter at hand was important, it only added to the fuel. Both Sylvia and Dominator knew that they were about to uncover a truth that could change everything.

Wander fidgeted with his hands, avoiding their gazes. "The truth is," He began, his voice still shaky. "___... wasn't always a good person." He gulped, his eyes moving the ground in shame. "Before she moved to the Yonder Galaxy, she was..." The struggle to find a good term was slowly destroying him inside. 

"She was a villain, wasn't she?" Sylvia asked, already knowing the answer.

The nomad nodded, his orbs still fixated on his hands. "Yes." He admitted quietly. "She was a villain in another Galaxy. And she was... kind of a big deal, actually." 

The zbornack's face paled, and Dominator's expression darkened further. The former dictator wanted to say something, but she held her tongue. Instead, she stayed silent, her face betraying nothing as she let the orange alien continue his explanation.

"She's done some pretty... messed up things." He said, his tone more serious than before. "Defeating heroes, manipulating people, you name it. She was powerful, cunning and ruthless. But..." He hesitated, a hint of conflict in his saddened orbs. 

"But...?" Sylvia prompted, her gaze locked on him.

"But she changed!" Wander finished, his face now filled with hope. "When she came to the Yonder Galaxy, she said that she was starting fresh, leaving her old ways behind. And she's stuck to that for the most part." A smile began forming on his lips, his thoughts now filled with fond memories of the human female. 

Though the zbornack was still skeptical. "For the most part?" She echoed.

As he fidgeted with his hands, there was a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "Well, there are some slip-ups." He admitted. "She's still got a snarky attitude, and she can be kinda rude. But she does care about people." Sylvia and Dominator exchanged a glance, both still wary about believing this sudden shift in her personality.

"Wander, do you honestly believe that she's left her villainous ways behind?" His friend asked once more, her expression sympathetic. She knew well just how naive and easy to please her companion was, sometimes it saddened her how people could use him without him even realizing it. 

The orange fuzzbal met her gaze, his face betraying a mix of uncertainty and hope. "I... I want to believe it." He gave her a weak smile. "I mean, she's been a good friend to me these past few years. She's helped me out, she's stuck by my side, and she even defended me against other villains!" 

Sylvia narrowed her eyes. "She's helped you out, huh? Why would a former villain do that?"

Wander opened his mouth to answer, but Dominator spoke up suddenly. "Because she has a weakness for the sweet, innocent types." She interrupted, her voice cold. Upon hearing her words, both aliens turned to her with confused expressions. She didn't say anything for a long time, and now, she said something like that?

"And how do you know? You guys close?" The zbornack eyed her suspiciously.

The former conqueror tensed at the question, but then she crossed her arms and looked away. "NO!" She fumed. "That's just how humans are, you dorks!" The woman let out a huff out of frustration and a growl, but then she decided to continue. "They're charmers, manipulators. They'll latch onto someone gullible, someone who's easy to control and use them to their advantage." Her orbs turned to the two again and when she noticed them watching her intently an emberrassed blush crept onto her cheeks. "I can't believe you didn't know that! G-GROP!" 

Sylvia rolled her eyes, turning her attention to her friend. "Wander, buddy, we know you believe the best in people. But you have to be honest with yourself. You know her past, her villainous reputation." She sighed. "Do you seriously think she could have changed entirely?"

Wander looked from his friend to Dominator, torn between his faith in ___ and the evidence piling up against her. Dominator leaned back, watching him, her expression unreadable. And so the nomad fidgeted with his hands once more, his mind swirling with conflicting thoughts. Could the woman he had grown to love and trust really be plotting something sinister? He didn't want to believe it, but the possibility loomed over him like a dark cloud.

Suddenly, his companion reached out and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Wander, we're only saying this because we care about you. We don't want to see you get hurt, or manipulated or betrayed-"

"SPEAK FOR YOURSELF, DUMBO!" Dominator interjected, but Sylvia only glared at her.

"-And if she really is up to something, we need to prepare." The zbornack finished, watching her friend's face in an attempt to find more answers. However, his eyes seemed to lose all color and shine. It was like a realization, a feeling of helplesness that caught his heart in a painful squeeze.

Oh no.

No no no-

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Wander's eyes widened. "Mister Peepers!"

[broken-clover]

1- New Beginnings

October got here fast, my goodness! But I guess that means it's time to start Comfortober. I did break my own rules a little while I'm still getting used to things, this one's a bit over 1000 words so I'll put it under a readmore for cleanliness.

To nobody's surprise, I'm starting with an obvious pick of Bedman and Delilah. I like to think about what their relationship was like as really little kids and if he was always so enthusiastic about his job as a protective big brother.

-

He didn’t want a sibling. It didn’t matter how many times his parents tried to get him to see it their way, tried to make him love the idea, tried to make him love her, it hadn’t changed anything. Romeo didn’t want a baby sister, and he hated that he had one.

No energy was spared in making that very, very clear. He shoved her away when she got too close, put her toys on a shelf too high to reach, even when she managed to stand, and dumped her clothes in the toilet. Chiding and scolding him hadn’t worked even after several tries, so now all it got him was a few pointed words while whichever parent closest by fixed the mess he caused, whether it be something to clean or a fussing Delilah to calm down.

The one blessing was that she was quiet. She cried, but never said anything useful. Mom and dad had been fretting lately about how she still didn’t speak, but that suited him just fine. In fact, they had said that he had learned to talk very early, so that was something he could hold over her. He was so much smarter than she was, and that softened the frustration of having to share everything with some dumb baby, just a little bit.

He didn’t even have his own bedroom anymore. Once she’d finally started sleeping for more than a little while at a time, Delilah’s crib was moved out of their parent’s room and put right in the place where he liked to put his favorite stuffed sheep. They must have done that on purpose just to punish him. He didn’t understand why he had to share everything now. He hadn’t wanted a baby sister, so why was it his problem? Why did he have to deal with her waking him up in the middle of the night with her annoying crying?

What woke him up tonight, however, wasn’t Delilah’s crying, but a harsh thunderclap and the sound of the nightlight fizzling out.

Romeo jerked awake, hiding under his blanket and peering out into the darkness. Ah. The storm. Rain and clouds had started to roll in around dinnertime. Their house’s energy supply wasn’t very good, and bad storms in particular often shorted out the power. He’d sat through a few before, it didn’t tend to last very long until mom or dad went into the basement to reset the circuit.

He wished one of them was there with him to make sure everything was okay, but he could handle himself for a little bit. Dad left a flashlight near the door. He shimmied out from underneath his quilts and carefully stretched his legs to make sure his feet were actually on the floor.

It was hard to see anything. The clouds outside only let in a little bit of moonlight, and without his glasses, all he could do was squint and feel along blindly. He tried not to look in the direction of where he knew the closet was, even though the nightlight was out, he wanted to believe it wouldn’t be long enough for the thing in the closet to come slithering out. And if it did, he was sure it would eat Delilah first.

His little fingers wrapped around the flashlight. As soon as he tried to pick it up, something wrapped around his leg.

Romeo yelped, kicking at whatever had touched him to the point of stumbling over and landing on his butt. He thought to switch the flashlight on, but what greeted him wasn’t a shadowy tentacle monster trying to drag him into the closet, instead…

“H-how did you get out?!”

Silly question, it wasn’t like she was going to give him a real answer. Delilah continued clinging onto his leg, even as he stumbled to stand up again. Falling over had really hurt, he almost wanted to slap her, but he was just glad enough that it wasn’t the closet monster.

He watched her dark little eyes go back and forth. “Mmm…”

“What are you looking for?” Romeo asked. “I know you aren’t smart, but you’ve seen the power go out before. Why are you surprised?”

“Muh-”

“Mommy is fixing the circuit breaker, she’ll be back in a minute. Just stop babbling and she’ll-”

“Mi-mi?”

He blinked. “Mommy will be back soon.”

“Mi-mi…?”

“No, Mom-my.”

To his confusion, Delilah started grabbing at the skirt of his pajamas. “Mi-mi!”

“I’m not mommy. I know you’re stupid, but you should still be smarter than that. I’m Romeo.”

“Mi-mi!” She chirped once more

”Romeo.” He insisted back. ”Roh-mee-”

“Mee-mee!”

“...Oh.” Romeo realized he was shining the flashlight in her eyes, and moved the beam elsewhere.

A bolt of light briefly lit the room, and a thunderclap shook the walls. He covered his ears to block out the noise, and felt Delilah cling onto his leg even harder. When he pulled his hands away, she was still stuck tight and shaking.

Romeo looked between her and the window. “Are you…afraid of the storm…?”

She hiccuped, already on the verge of tears. “Mi-mi…”

A strange feeling was brewing in him. The thought would have angered him not ten minutes ago, but he placed a hand on her head and tried to pat it gently. “Do you wanna sit under my blankets? They keep out noise.”

Though she didn’t let go, he could see her nod. He limped back to bed with her still on his leg, finally getting Delilah to loosen her grip when it came to climbing up. Her legs were too short, so he gave her a little boost to make it all the way up. She immediately burrowed under his blankets, and he followed.

He shone the light against the fabric above their heads. Another rumble outside made the bed tremble, and Delilah squeezed her eyes shut. Romeo felt around under the covers until he found his sheep plushie. The toy was placed in her lap.

“You can pet him. He eats your bad dreams and scary stuff so you can sleep. Dad says so. He’ll eat the lightning so you can sleep.”

His sister cooed, mushing her face against it.

“D-don’t get drool on it! And you only get to borrow it for tonight! It’s still mine!”

He shouted, but he felt no real malice to it like he had before. Delilah was small and flimsy, so he supposed it had to be someone’s job to watch after her until she wasn’t anymore.

By the time the nightlight flickered back on and the light in the hallway streamed under their bedroom door, Delilah had long fallen asleep, with one hand gripping his doll and the other still clinging to him. Romeo made no attempt to move either of them.

[chronic-claire-universe]

Tokyo Revengers: Telling Them You’re Pregnant Pt.2

Fluff is served again, Tokyo Revengers Dads here for you 💜

Characthers: Chifuyu Matsuno, Manjiro Sano, Hajime Kokonoi

Warnings: Angst To Fluff, Mentions Of Sex, Minors DNI

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3

A.N: Not proofread, grammar mistakes, English isn’t my first language

Work at the shop was taking a lot of effort, there were weeks where Chifuyu got up before the dawn and came back at night when you were asleep. You noticed the changements on your body but the first days you didn’t think too much of it, it’s stress, you thought when you were feeding Peke J his food, but your stomach didn’t agree with you, turning upside down you directly throw up in the kitchen’s sink, Peke J staring at you with his night blue eyes, he just purred to your leg “Sorry sweet Peke, I’ll put the food in your bowl, at least one of us will eat today” you say smiling weakly to him, who just meow as a confirm to your statement. Then again the stomach couldn’t help but let you bend over the sink again, tears now streamed from your eyes, you just leaved the opened tin on the floor and Peke J near it but decided to cuddle you before eating.

It took days, for Chifuyu to notice that you weren’t feeling ok, he was devasted from all the work, plus a bit annoyed from your distance to him, suddenly a meow woke him up, “Peke what is it? It’s 4 in the morning, fuck let me sleep!” Chifuyu says with groggy and sleepy voice, but as soon as he noticed that you weren’t in bed he got up shivering for the cold in your shared bedroom. Putting a t shirt on his builted torso, he follows Peke J who brings him to the toilet, there you lay on the toilet cold with tears on your closed eyes, “Love!” Chifuyu carefully calls you but having no response he shakes your shoulder, no response, panicking he flush the toilet and holding you near his chest to warm you, he puts you under the sheets. As soon as you open your eyes confused, Chifuyu starts to cry “Love, what’s up? You throw up and loose senses in the bathroom” “Fuyu, I’m tired please cuddle me” you say while expecting him to spoon you but before doing it he sends a message. 

In the morning, you wake up rushing again to the toilet, Peke J again confused from the sudden movements, gets up from his curled position waking Chifuyu, who sighing comes again in the bathroom and seeing you struggling he takes your hair soothing circles on your back helping you ease the pain. “Fuyu, what are you doing here? I thought you left for work!” you say after washing your face and mouth, “Not today, love you’re ill, I’m staying until you will not feel better” sighing in defeat, you sketch a smile and you say “You can’t leave work for 9 months you silly”, Chifuyu confused skratch the back of his neck and suddenly his blue eyes wide, “Love” there his surprised expression lays on your gentle and warm one, continuing and stuttering he asks “When? To think that I was afraid that you wanted to leave me” “Mmm 2 days, I was planning to say it when you were free from these works. Leave you silly? We said we wanted a family together!” Chifuyu gift you one of his fantastic smiles and shouts “Peke J you’re going to be a big brother!”

Being the leader of a criminal organization, Mikey has always been against the idea of having a domestic and calm life, but once he knew you something changed, you finished living with him, then again the boy wasn’t thinking about having any children, he is busy and maybe afraid of fatherhood, you on the other side, are busy too, working as one of the greatest lawyer in Tokyo. We arrive in here were after one week of rushing to the toilet of your shared bathroom, in the studio, in Mikey’s hideout, emptying your stomach from almost everything you eat. Every Bonten’s executive was starting to think that you weren’t taking their proposition seriously, causing to, during one of your trip to the toilet, one of the Haitani’s secretary or fuck girl nearing you and helps you sorting the mess out  “Ms y/n don’t listen to their critics, I know it’s difficult to handle them and their instinct”  she says, laughing to her statement you nod and say “Thank you, I will not forget your help” you say washing your face, but the girl still standing there she says “I’m going to the kombini, I guess you’ll need something right Ms y/n?” shruggin your shoulder you tell her to take whatever it could be useful to return back to the reunion. A quarter passed and the girl is back with a bag, with a toothpaste and some pregnancy test, leaving you speechless “Ms y/n I recognize when a woman is pregnant and I know how difficult it could be to go and buy it, my sister went through the same. Here take it and clear your doubt”. You stand there in the toilet alone, after a while you decide to do it despite trying to ignore your fear, suddenly when you put the stick on the plastic glass waiting for the result, Mikey barges in the bathroom and you scream “Mikey fuck! It’s girls’ bathroom”, the boy munching his dorayaki says “Last time I checked it was half an hour ago, and all this place is mine so I ent-” suddenly agape he let his bitten dorayaki fall on the floor and staring at you, he nears and says “Y/n, it’s a pregnancy test” rolling your eyes at his obvious statement, you grip his body into your hug and say “It is, Mikey” “Am I becoming a dad?” he says with flushed cheeks, tears start to stream your eyes seeing the word pregnant on the stick you sigh and say “Yes” but seeing your devastated face he takes you again caressing your hair “What’s wrong y/n-chan?” “It’s you the problem, you fuck me without condom, I like it and now I have to think how to become a good mother” “Is this what you’re afraid of? You work for yakuza, serial killers and corrupted politicians and you think that you can’t raise a kid properly?” nodding and crying on his shoulder it’s his time to hug you tightly, “Love when you’re in doubt of your capabilities remember you managed to convince me to be together with you and that I need anything despite our little family” a kiss on your lips seales and smiling you say “Thanks Manjro!”, taking your hand he smiles like his early days and jokingly says “Ok let’s get back and let know to the stupid there who got to fuck you properly and got you pregnant!”

It's a week full of event for Koko, stressed out from all the bills and you, by your family reunion who pushed you to leave work to stay with them. You're sick, your period is late and you can’t handle their antics about Koko’s life and how he isn’t a good husband cause he’s not at home and you still haven’t children. Normally you don’t care about these stories, but being in an hormonal rampage you start to doubt they’re attacks. So it’s here that you lies in the hospital’s ward where you work crying over the newborns and a paper that signes you’re hormones with too high levels, pregnant - I’m pregnant you think panicking at the thought. One week ago you thought that your husband loved you and would do anything for you, now is the total opposite; the overwhelming feelings takes the best of you and feeling your body surrendering you loose senses hurting yourself. 

“She lost senses on the stairs, there isn’t anything serious Koko expect her split lip” Koko nodds to one of his previous classmate and your colleague “Thanks Tohru, I’m in debt with you! When you need help don’t hesitate to contact me, whenever you want to!” a smile is the reply to the Bonten’s executive, the doctor puts a hand on Koko shoulder and says “Take care of her, she’s been stressed that’s why this happened expect for her conditions”, conditions? Which conditions?, Koko thought. Your eyes weakly open and you find your husband at your bedside caressing your hair, “Lulamy, you’re awake” smiling at the nickname he gave you, you answer “Koko, did you get out from work? I thought you were busy with some affairs for Mikey” gentling smiling and kissing your forehead he says “Mikey isn’t my wife, you are and I promised to be with you in sickness and health. Now mind to tell me what’s this condition Tohru talks about?” tears start to stream your eyes, it can’t be that bad, it can’t Koko repeat inside his mind worried to hear what you have to say, “Koko it’s, it-” but the overwhelming feelings get again the best of you, Koko rapidly hugs you tightly to his chest and sing a jingle that always calm you down during your anxiety attacks, “Shhh, Lulamy I’m here. I’m going anywhere I love you”, it’s now that you feel guilty and stupid to think so irrationaly, Koko loves you, your family is the dumbest and your hormones makes you an irritating pregnant woman full of doubts, “Koko there’s a paper in my coat” you say indicating your white coat, Koko stands up, carefully leaving the stethoscope he gifted you when you got hired in the hospital, and find a paper in the pocket, opening it and reading it, he looks seriously at you “Y/n, is this what I think it is?” he asks, nodding you start to stutter again but a sudden hug and lot of kisses even at your cut lip makes you whimper and giggle at the same time, “Thanks y/n, thanks! God I’m so happy, so happy” he repeats over and over again, after a while he looks at your eyes and seeing a concerned frown he says “What is it love?” “I’m sorry, these days I thought I couldn’t count on you, that you wouldn’t want to be with me especially being pregnant” Koko scowls at your statement “An explanation please my dear wife. Has this anything to do with your family being here in Tokyo and saying mean things when you met them?” a nod let Koko exhale a sigh of relief “Love you know they’re just jealous of our success and probably afraid to know what I really do for work” an half smile appears on your lips “I rather prefer a criminal like you than those hypocrites, I don’t want our son to become like them” “Son? Did you hear your mother baby? I bet that you’re a cute girl ready to be spoiled from her daddy” “Koko!” you shout at his statement “You don’t have the right to reply since you thought mean things too, you’re punished. Today you’re forced to stay with your daughter’s daddy all day to decide how to decorate her new room”

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The Midnight Coconuts

Summary: Bucky and his girl take a trip to the grocery store. Several things are involved, including coconuts, a 25cent gum-ball machine, Avengers branded Jell-O, chocolate milk straight from the jug, and tampons.  Characters: Bucky x Reader Words: 3k Warnings: Some swearing. Insane levels of fluff. Dangerously adorable Bucky. One (1) random reference to Not Another Teen Movie. 

A/N: Listen, I will never be over silly domestic Bucky! I originally started this story before TFATWS came out and when I imagined Sam had a niece, so just go with it. Part of me wrote this, because I needed to convince myself that I love grocery shopping (one can only eat takeaway and Trader Joe’s Orange Chicken for so long) and the other part wrote this because I firmly believe domestic routines can be the most romantic adventures out there.

When the doors to the grocery store whoosh open with a gust of stale manufactured air, Bucky skids to an abrupt and dramatic stop.  

“WAIT!”

Behind him, you stumble in panic, fumbling with an armful of reusable grocery bags. Instantly you’re imagining spilled blood and stab wounds and clean ups on aisle three and god dammit, how can there be a problem? This is a grocery store at midnight on a Wednesday. Shouldn’t the forces of evil be sleeping? Why is it so impossible to get a day off work? Don’t they know you need rest? And peanut butter? And that you’re dangerously low on toilet paper?

The forces of evil are the worst.

Raising weary fists, you huff.

“What? Where is it?”

Bucky sidesteps toward a row of small red and green machines beside the entrance, falling to his knees and smushing his nose eagerly against the glass. Reaching a hand behind him, there are several impatient grabby motions, before he glances back.

“Babe, can you give me a quarter? I need a gum-ball.”

Planting a sneaker clad foot on his ass, you shove. Hard.  

“Bucky, we talked about this. Remember how you agreed to lower the drama and keep things in perspective? I thought we were under attack.”

“If I don’t get a green gum-ball,” he declares dramatically, “there will be an attack.”

Throwing the cloth bags at his face, you stomp off to retrieve a shopping cart, plunking your purse in the front and hunching over the handlebars.  

“I thought you said you were a millionaire now. Buy your own gum-ball.”

Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Like I carry loose change,” he scoffs. “C’mon, just one quarter. Please?”

This time, he gives you the Look. That patented Bucky Barnes stare, with the wide eyes and full pouty lips and faux innocent expression, and if this man wasn’t the love of your life you’d quite happily stab him in the heart.

Instead, you open your purse and fish out a quarter, flinging it at his frustratingly pretty face. It bounces off his forehead and he scoops it up with a grin.

“So just to clarify. You came to the grocery store covered in knives, but you forgot to bring money?”

Giving you an indulgent smile, he jams the quarter into the slot. With a twist and shake, a gum-ball rattles free, and Bucky crows with delight when he sees the green candy. He pops it in his mouth. 

“I didn’t forget. I made a conscious decision to remove the temptation. If I bring cash, I’ll spend it. You know I ain’t great with that whole self control thing.”

“How encouraging to hear, from the man with knives pouring out his ass.”  

Jumping to his feet, he throws an arm around your shoulders. 

“Ass knives sound painful.”

“Depends on how sharp they are,” you mumble, pulling a carefully folded sheet of paper from your jacket.

“Excuse you? My knives are always perfectly sharpened, thank you very much. What kind of expert assassin runs around with dull knives? Damn baby, it’s like you don’t even know me.”

Ignoring him, you flatten out the paper and smooth the edges, sighing happily at the block letters and structured diagrams drawn in deep blue ink. 

Here it is, your masterpiece. A monument to productivity. The gold standard by which all optimization models should be benchmarked. This isn’t just any list, this is The List.

Everything is grouped, first by aisle, then by product location within the aisle, and then from top to bottom shelf order, to maximize efficiency. This is the dream list. The kind that inspires jealousy. The kind people hold up at TED talks when they talk about time management techniques. Marie Kondo wishes she had this list. 

Bucky snorts when he sees the carefully printed boxes.  

“God, you’re such a square,” he says adoringly. He plants a sugary wet kiss on your temple and you grind an elbow into his ribs.

“We discussed this, Bucky. Don’t mock my lists.” 

“Sorry babe, I ain’t mocking. Your lists are beautiful, they always get me all hot and bothered,” he agrees, dipping lower to lick behind your ear. “And I really love that list you keep with all those dirty, filthy, sex things you wanna do to me.”

“I don’t have a list like that.”

“Yeah, I know,” Bucky sighs, “and I don’t know how many more hints I can drop here.”

Reaching under his shirt, you rub his belly consolingly. “Okay then. This weekend I’ll sit down and make you a special list. One so disgusting and dirty and depraved, it would make Wade Wilson cry.”

Bucky laughs and squeezes you tighter. 

“About damn time honey. I’m equally parts terrified and horny. So where’re we headed first?”

“Produce,” you answer promptly, plowing forward, Bucky still chuckling beside you.

The whole scenario was ironic, actually. There was no need to grocery shop - automatic ordering mechanisms  across the Avengers tower rendered the task meaningless - but sometimes it was a welcome relief to partake in such an ordinary thing. Unable to sleep after one particularly terrible mission, you found yourself wandering the aisles of your 24-hour supermarket, dressed in pineapple adorned pajama pants and one of Bucky’s rattier sweatshirts, searching for ice cream. The unexpected symmetry of products arranged along the shelves, the rainbow hued produce, the hint of baking bread wafting from the ovens, all those everyday trappings of normality, they washed over like a soothing balm. Soon enough, the boiling bad thoughts simmered to nothing more than a cache of blurry memories.

When you got home, sleep came fast, deep and dreamless.

One month later, the idea struck again.

After 36 hours of Bucky tossing and turning, dark shadows bruising beneath weary blue eyes, you took his hand and led him down the dark street for a midnight adventure. He was skeptical, disbelieving that something so simple could chase away the insomnia. But he dutifully followed you, strolling aimlessly through the aisles, throwing odds and ends into the cart. 

The tension gradually eased, he began to relax, and suddenly? 

He was hooked.

An hour later, after arguing the health benefits of frosted Cheerios over oatmeal, poking each hunk of cheese in the display, and loading the cart with every single flavor of spaghetti sauce on the shelf, the heavy weight of remembering began to ease. When he collapsed into bed, he slept for eight hours straight.

I don’t know what that was, he swore the next morning, munching through his third bowl of frosted Cheerios, but it was magic.

And with that, a midnight ritual was born. Sometimes you make the trek alone, sometimes Bucky does the same, but whenever life permits you go together. This small slice of domesticity brings a warm comfort to this strange life.   

There is no doubt, this is your favorite area of the entire store.

Barrels filled with tart oranges and smooth red apples. Tables piled high with bananas, some just shy of yellow, others sunshine perfect, and a few with speckles of black (which are the best). Shelves lining the walls, overflowing with bundles of herbs and lettuce, all coated in a fine layer of mist. 

Bliss. 

Heading straight for the apples, you plunge into the Gala pile, rummaging until you come up with ten perfect ones. Peaches follow, fingers rubbing along the delicate pinky-orange fuzz. Squeeze, smell, squeeze, smell. Five are chosen for a pie (Sam pleaded shamelessly until you agreed to make him one), and in the cart they go. Heading toward the wall of herbs, you’re reaching for the basil when a metallic bang makes you jump. Spinning around, you find Bucky lobbing coconuts into the cart.

“We need these.”

“We really don’t, Buck. I hate coconut, it tastes like suntan lotion.”

“They’re not for eating,” he grabs an apple, wipes it on his shirt, and takes a juicy bite. “They’re for security.”

Sticky juice drips from his lip, catching in his beard. When you reach over to swipe it away, he nips your finger with a grin.

“Explain please.”

“See it’s like this. We’re just here shopping, doin’ our thang -”

“Don’t say thang.”

“- when someone attacks. What happens? BAM. One of these furry beauties breaks their face. Problem solved.”

Giving him a slow perusal, you raise an eyebrow.

“Were the 47 knives you’re carrying not enough to deflect this attack?”

Finishing off the apple in three sloppy bites, he carefully tucks the price sticker in his pocket so he can scan it before leaving and sets the mangled core beside your purse.

“Babe, these are my back-up plan. A good soldier always has a back-up plan.”

While you grab a bottle of extra-pulpy orange juice, Bucky picks two jugs of chocolate milk, snaps one open and takes a swing. Ever the thrifty shopper, he pulls a familiar bag from his back pocket, fishes out a crumpled piece of newspaper, and dangles it before you.

“Found a coupon for this,” he says gleefully. “Buy one, get one free. It’s called a BOGO. A BOGO. Hilarious, right? Fuck me, I love the future.”

Still laughing, he takes another long drink of chocolate milk and smacks his lips.

It was a lazy Sunday morning when you discovered this particular habit. Walking into the living room, you found Bucky buried in a sea of Sunday newspaper, tongue between his teeth and scissors in hand while he clipped coupons. He wasn’t picky, if it was remotely interesting, it went into the YES pile. It was one of those random things that brought him inordinate levels of joy, so of course you encouraged it. On his last birthday, you gifted him with a green zippered bag decorated with angry looking owls and official looking letters stitched across the front:

Bucky’s Coupon Bag  Thriftn’ Machine Since 1917

He laughed for five straight minutes and then stuffed it full. The bag accompanies you on every trip and the sight of Bucky excitedly rifling through his wad of coupons still makes your heart swell.  

Setting aside his BOGO, Bucky continues down the aisle, leaving you to pause in front of the yogurt. While you contemplate the merits of blackberry vs strawberry, Bucky slides over holding three cans of Reddi-Whip. 

“Are you actually planning to eat that? I thought you said whipped air is for, and I quote, ‘spineless, tasteless trash heathens’?”

Bucky shakes the can of spray whipped cream and wiggles his eyebrows, leveling you with a sultry stare. 

“Hell no I’m not eating it. This is for the bedroom. Last week I watched this god-awful movie where some blond guy - who looked exactly like Steve, by the way - made himself a whipped cream bikini for his girl. Decided I’m gonna do that for you. You’re welcome.”

“That sounds gross and unsanitary.” 

“If by gross and unsanitary you mean spicy and sexy, then yes. Yes it does.”

Whistling what sounds like the theme music from a bad porn, he adds two tubs of honey swirled Greek yogurt, pats your butt, and strolls ahead, throwing a roughish wink over his shoulder. Imagining the melted whipped cream soaking into your bedsheets, you mentally add more laundry detergent to the list.

“Hang on, turn here.”

Tugging the cart behind him, Bucky stalks toward the feminine hygiene display. It takes him a minute to scan the products before squatting down to the bottom shelf. Grabbing two jumbo boxes of tampons, oddly enough the brand you prefer, he pops back to his feet.  

“Dare I ask why you need these?”

A faint pink flush crawls up his neck.  

“Well, you know, two reasons. They’re really great for stopping bloody noses, you know? Just poke ‘em up there and they soak it all up.”

 He mimes the execution and adds a thumbs up.

“And the second reason?”

Squinting at his boots, he shuffles his feet a bit. The pink flush deepens. 

“Um, you know - I know you’re out, since I stuck the last one up Steve’s nose last week, and yeah. Anyway. It’s about that time. Of the month. For you.”

Clearing his throat, he reaches for his chocolate milk, but you grab his wrist.  

“You know when my period’s going to start?”

He shrugs self-consciously and fiddles with a loose thread on his shirt.  

“Well yeah. You think it’s just a coincidence when all your favorite candy shows up every month?” Looking up, he shoots you a crooked smile and leans over the cart to kiss your forehead. Grabbing a fistful of his shirt, you haul him in for a real kiss instead and his startled laughter tickles your lips. When you break away, those bright blue eyes are shining. 

“Thank you, Bucky,” you murmur.

“Anytime, sweetheart,” he whispers. 

This is the aisle where the cart officially explodes.

Lasagna noodles.

Egg noodles.

Spaghetti noodles.

Penne.

Linguine. 

Fettuccine.

Literally one of every noodle is selected, because Bucky Barnes is a self-proclaimed noodle slut. 

As you organize the boxes and search for orzo, you see him furtively add an extra bag of elbow macaroni. A quiet cough hides your laughter.

The last time Sam’s four-year-old niece came to the tower, she and Bucky spent hours making glittery elbow macaroni necklaces, which they ceremoniously gifted to everyone. When Sam casually mentioned her enthusiastically telling everyone at pre-school about her friend Bucky and how much fun she had visiting him, Bucky ran to a craft store and bulk bought supplies of glue, string, paint, and glitter, just in case she comes over again.

Months later and the entire team are still finding puddles of glitter all over the tower, but the delight on Bucky’s face anytime someone mentions that arts and crafts afternoon? 

It’s worth the mess.     

Gathering up brown sugar, instant oats, and chocolate chips, you turn to drop them in the cart when Bucky makes a strangled noise. Glancing over, you find him bouncing on his toes, vibrating with excitement.

“Babe. Babe. Are you making monster cookies?”

Adding a can of raisins, you search for the good vanilla. The kind that actually tastes like vanilla, not a cheap car wash air freshener. 

“I promised I would,” you remind him. Bucky plasters himself against your back, wrapping you in an enthusiastic hug and nuzzling his face against your neck.

“I love those fucking cookies,” he declares. “They’re my favorite thing ever. Next to you I mean.”

Finding the vanilla, you spin in his arms and return the squeeze.  

“I know you do. But you have to share them this time, okay? You can’t just eat them all yourself like the last two times. Agree?”

“Agree…to disagree. They’re wasted on other people, no one else loves as much. It’s for the best when I eat them all, it’s proof how much I love you. I’m doing it for you. I’m supporting you. Because I love you.”

“You’re completely full of shit,” you reply.

“I swear I’m not! Just listen!”

The excuses grow longer and wilder as Bucky outlines his rationale against sharing, walking backward and dragging the cart with him as he pleads his case. He’s diving into the science of super soldier metabolism levels and caloric requirements and the fact that his sister never shared anything with him, when he bumps into a tall display. 

He pulls up short, eyes narrowing. Plunking his fists on his hips, he growls a disgruntled sigh and glares at the rows of packaging. 

“You’ve gotta be shitting me.”

Lined up in neat rows, you see boxes of Jell-O organized by color and flavor. On the cover of each are an assortment of familiar images.  

“Are these Avengers themed Jell-O?” you ask, picking up a box with Sam’s image and the words Wild Berry Wilson. The rows extend further, filled with Lime Green Hulk and Blue Raspberry Rogers and Black Cherry Widow and Strawberry Lemon Stark. Exasperated, Bucky grabs the Sparkling Orange Spider flavor. 

“Is this for real? The kid gets one and I didn’t? Someone in PR is getting fired.”

“Well there’re only so many flavors, Buck,” you point out practically, but Bucky’s not in the mood for logic. Instead, he swipes an entire shelf of Jell-O flavors into the cart.  

“I swear to god, I have to do everything around here. Fine then. I’ll make my own flavor, Blackberry Kiwi Soldier or Winter Watermelon Rainbow, or something.” He pauses thoughtfully. “Anyway, I’ll work on the name. But I’m bringing it to dinner tomorrow night and everyone is gonna eat it.”

He dumps in a bag of mini-marshmallows and grabs sprinkles for topping, before marching down the aisle. Cringing at the volume of sugar in the cart, you make another mental note to schedule a dentist appointment.

“Go do your manly duty and find the meat. We need two 5lb rump roasts.”

“I like your rump roast,” he instantly responds and reaches over to smack your butt again. Anticipating the move, you catch his arm and twist it behind his back. He barks out a breathless laugh and you slap his ass in return.

“Your innuendos are tragic.”

Releasing him with a gentle shove, Bucky snatches up his three coconuts and ambles away, laughing while he juggles them. When he returns, he has the requested rump roasts, several packages of bacon, and a bundle of cocktail shrimp.

“If my innuendos get better, then can I touch your butt?”

“Maybe. But they better be real good.”

An added benefit to shopping at midnight? Not a soul in line.

Loading everything onto the conveyer belt, you automatically organize for bagging. Boxes together, produce together, meat together. Bucky adds a pack of batteries, a tin of mints, and some trashy magazines.

The last three items in the cart are his coconuts. They rattle around until you toss them at him, motioning back to the produce department. 

“We made it out alive. Go put them back.”

Still chomping his tasteless green gum-ball, he shakes his head and plops them down. 

“Nah, I have another idea for them. Got all those craft supplies at home, I’m gonna make you something.”

“Should I even ask?”

Bucky blows a huge, wet bubble and looks you up and down.

“Have you every worn one of those coconut bras? Like on TV, with the ladies in grass skirts? I’m gonna make you one. I already have string and glue. And glitter.”

“I think you may be overestimating your crafting abilities.” Digging out your credit card, you wait for the final tally. 

“Well, if it’s terrible then you’ll just be naked. Either way, I win.”

Shaking out your grocery sacks, he packs everything with Tetris-like efficiency and slides all of them up the vibranium arm.   

“How about I make you a deal. I’ll wear a coconut bra, if you’ll make yourself something to wear as well.”

Bucky blows another sugary bubble, pondering the idea.

“Like a coconut man thong?”

“Exactly like a coconut man thong.”

“Deal. Add it to that special dirty list you’re making me honey. We got loads to do.” 

Outside, the night air smells sweet and cool, the barest hint of a spring rain and fresh grass lingering on the breeze. Already, your eyes are feeling heavy, tonight’s quiet adventure ushering in that sought after peace. 

In your right hand, the three coconuts swing gently in their plastic sack. Humming under his breath, Bucky yawns, reaching for your other hand. His warm, calloused palm squeezes tight, his thumb stroking lightly over your skin.

He turns to you with a sleepy, lopsided smile.

Midnight and coconuts.  

It always does the trick.

***

[httpdabi]

Break up

Summary: After having a messed up break up, your best friend Dabi is there to comfort you, and give even more than you asked for.

Word count: 5,2k

Genre: romance, smut, no quirks haha

Warnings: 18+, creampie, public sex, spitting, choking..

,, I fucking hate him’’ you cried loudly, mouth full of ice cream as you talked to your cousin over the phone. At this point you didn’t care of how loud you were, and you didn’t care about the fact that your cousin had a hard time understanding you since you were a crying mess. Sobbing loudly, you ignored the words coming from the other line.

,, That bitch cheated on me with Toga, can you believe that?’’ you sobbed, tears rolling down your cheeks as you wrapped yourself with your favorite comfort blanket.

,, The girlie with weird hair ?’’ your cousin asked in shock.

,,YES, the fuck she thinking she’s the fifth element with that hairstyle?’’ you choked out, throwing the empty package across the room, as your cousin giggled because of your remark. She wished she was closer so she could pay you a visit, but sadly miles and miles were separating the two of you.

Sure, the first person you wanted to inform about your breakup was Touya, but you couldn’t force yourself to bother him, knowing he’s probably on work. You knew very well that he would drop everything and come over, saying how he doesn’t feel well or some other shit, and you didn’t want that.

After the call ended, you stood up, ignoring your reflection on the window, knowing very well that you look like shit right now with all the smudged mascara over your face. Tears started rolling down your cheeks even more when you saw that there’s no ice cram anymore. What did you do to deserve such a torture.

Wearing your hoodie, you made your way toward the nearest store, ignoring the people that were giving you weird stares because of your silly Sailor Moon pajama shorts. You couldn’t care less of what anyone thought in that moment.

You went to the store with the intention to buy ice cream, only to end up in the part of it with variant different choices of hairdye. So many ideas were going thru your mind, as you looked all over it. You almost ended up buying the pink dye and some bleach, until you saw scissors hanging beside the bleach.

Grabbing the scissors only, you hurried up to pay everything you chose, rolling your eyes shamelessly as you saw Rumi, the cashier of the fucking day. For some weird reason, you almost hated the muscular bitch. Maybe it was because she never had the exchange to give you back, giving you a pack of gums instead. Maybe it was because of her attitude, always giving you some smart comments, how your skirt is too short, how there are kids here, or even because she always rolled her eyes when she saw you coming in.

,, Looks like someone had a rough day’’ she commented sarcastically, as you gave your best to keep calm and ignore her. After the comment, she shut her mouth and did her job.

,, Sweetie, can you help?’’ she asked, suddenly with a cute tone, when her co-worker asked her to bring him few paper bags that were beside her.

,, No, you are doing great’’ you spat, grabbing all of the items as you hurried out of the store. The fuck would you help her? She’s getting paid for it, not you. Stupid bitch.

Placing the ice cream into the freezer, you immediately made your way to the toilet as you unpacked the scissors almost aggressively. Why would you dye and ruin your hair with bleach, when you could just cut off a bit of your hair, which meant the exact length of his dick.

Your hair was already long, and the fact that his dick wasn’t that big meant that you would only cut few inches. After short calculating, you grabbed the scissors, as you turned some silly tutorial on Youtube. Watching yourself in the mirror, you cried even harder, not because you regretted your decision. It was more because you looked like a lunatic.

After you finished, you immediately washed your face, cleaning all the ruined make up. Sure it didn’t look like a professional person did your hairstyle, but it didn’t look bad either, in fact, you liked it.

Since you weren’t in the mood to do your make up, you only put a bit of face cream over your face, and bit of mascara to make your eyes pop up a bit, before you took few selfies to post on instagram.

You were too lazy to do it, all you wanted to do in the moment was cry some more and eat ice cream you just bought, while watching something on Netflix. But you had to do it, you had to embarrass him as much he embarrassed you.

,, Not gonna miss those 5 inches, Kai.’’

You wrote, laughing ironically at the caption under your selfie. It wasn’t the best selfie you ever took, but at least you didn’t look like you were suffering because of the breakup, and the much shorter hair was visible on it.

[cyxnaf] Touya Todoroki

,, What happened?’’

It wasn’t even a minute since you posted your photo on the instagram, and your best friend already messaged you there.

Bitch cheated on me

You replied, sending him a crying selfie, with a spoon in your mouth.

[cyxnaf] Touya Todoroki

I’ll be there in 15 mins

A smile crept on your face, as you read his message. You loved him more than anyone or anything else on the whole word. If it was someone else coming over, you would probably force yourself and clean the apartment. But since it was Dabi, you didn’t give a shit.

The moment he arrived, you started bawling your eyes out. Having a face to face conversation with someone, talking about the break up made your feelings awake again. Dabi in other hand tried to make you feel better, bringing you your favorite snacks, and trying to put Kai down.

,, I’ve never had drama, unless it’s with my inner self’’ you cried loudly. ,, And all of sudden, I’m being cheated on.’’ Adding you grabbed the chips from the paper bag and opened it almost aggressively. Touya laughed you out, pointing every drama you’ve been connected to.

,, Stop it, you’re supposed to make me feel better’’ you slapped his arm lightly, as he talked about the drama that happened back in high school, when you got into a huge fight with a girl that called your dog a rat.

Once Touya realized that your mood was only getting worse, he turned some documentary on Netlfix that he started watching few days ago, explaining everything about it to you. You couldn’t help but smile, as you listened to him explaining every small thing, making sure you won’t be confused once he plays the episode.

,, You only watched few episodes of one murder documentary and you think you’re Mr. worldwide intellectual.’’ You laughed, as he tried to explain professionally.

,, The fuck you talking about ? The only documentary you watch is Keeping up with the Kardashians, so shut the fuck up’’ he spat, rolling his eyes playfully as he played the documentary.

The thing he played was about some murder, nothing you would watch on your own, but you didn’t mind. Seeing him talk about it so excitedly made your heart warm and in that moment you didn’t care if you won’t be able to sleep next few days.

You always loved spending your time with Touya, you simply loved how even when none of you had something to say, the silence was never uncomfortable. Even just sitting with him was making you feel safe.

,, You really choped your hair’’ he said, as he started to play with your hair. Being tired from all the crying and with his gentle movements, you were not capable of replying, simply nodding your head in response.

,, It looks good on you’’ Touya complimented you, placing a soft kiss on top of your head. He noticed that you were zooming out, so he just continued to caress your, helping you fall asleep.

All the horrible thoughts he had washed away, once he saw your sleeping face. He could only smile to himself as he noticed how puffy your face got from all the crying. Sure, it wasn’t that visible, but he simply noticed it and found it more then cute.

He tried to act calm and suppress his feelings, he tried to be there for you, but when you talked about what happened, all he wanted to do was find that piece of shit of your ex and simply kill him. He couldn’t understand how did you always manage to find some weird boyfriends that didn’t appreciate and treat you as you deserved.

If you only gave him a chance, he would always be there for you, he would simply give you anything you wished for. Touya never understood how could you be so blind, never once did you notice his feelings for you. Never once did you question his behavior.

Every time you called him over, he would ditch all his plans and run to you. Every time you needed something, you knew very well that only Touya will help you 100%.

You woke up in your bedroom, a little bit confused about what time it was and if your best friend was still there. Taking your phone to check what time it is, your eyes widened when you saw a Instagram notification from Kai. That piece of shit had balls to like your photo.

Throwing your phone away, you started crying again, wishing the day you met him never happened. You wished you listened to your best friend when he told you that Chisaki ain’t the one for you.

,, You ok?’’ you heard Touya’s voice under the loud TV noise. In just a second he was beside you, warming your body with his own and wrapping his arms around you, telling you how everything is ok and how he’s there for you.

,, Come on, stand up’’ Touya commanded suddenly, forcing your upper body up. ,, We are leaving’’ he added, forcing you out of the bed. You were too confused to even think at that very moment, but you found yourself following his lead. Wearing one of your very oversized shirt that covered more than enough, you hurried out of your bedroom to Toyua who was waiting for you already all ready.

You didn’t know what was happening, and the pack of eggs in his hand was confusing the shit out of you, yet you found yourself in the passenger seat, doing whatever Touya planned at that moment.

,, Where are we going ?’’ you asked, tears long gone.

,, We’re egging his car’’ he said, as your eyes widened in shock.

,, Is that even legal?’’ you asked again, already all excited about it.

,, Nope’’ Touya laughed out, focused on the road. You were sure that Kai would know it was you, definitely. But he also won’t have balls to call the police on you, since you knew about all his dirty deeds, you knew about all the drugs he’s taking and having hidden somewhere in his house.

Kai didn’t live far away from you, so in only few minutes of drive the two of you found yourself in front of his car. Lighting one cigarette, Dabi took the paper that was placed on the windshield.

,, Stop perking on my spot’’ Dabi read out loud, pointing out the word he wrote wrongly. You laughed loudly as you remembered about Kai telling you about some dude parking his Motorcycle in front of his car, making it hard to get out of the spot for him.

,, He can’t write, but he can do meth I guess’’ you laughed, as Touya puffed on his cigarette.

You stood there close to Kai’s car, as you waited for your best friend to finish his cigarette. It was a quiet night, with no people around at all. Maybe it was the adrenaline that was rushing in your blood, or the fact that you spent all day crying like a mad person, but in that very moment all you felt was anger as you thought about your ex.

,,Here’’ Touya gave you the package, still smoking that cigarette. You weren’t sure if he took his time with cigarette or if the time was simply passing so slow for you, since he was a pretty fast smoker.

To his surprise, you grabbed one egg and immediately threw it on his car, making him rise his eyebrows and laugh in shock. You never did something like that before, so you didn’t really understand why the alarm didn’t go on. Was your throw too weak?

A huge grin formed on your lips as you threw another egg, you couldn’t stop the evil laugh as you watched the egg yolk all over the window and in that moment you wished you had rotten eggs instead. Watching you happy like that, Touya couldn’t hide his smile. He was almost sure that everyone could read his emotions, he was sure that everyone could say how much in love he was with you.

You were on your fourth egg when Touya took one from the package and threw it. You weren’t sure if he threw it with much more force, or if he already did this before, but when the egg hit the car, loud alarm took over the peaceful night.

,, Shit, we have to hurry’’ Touya said under his breath as both of you threw one more egg. Sure, Kai won’t call the police, but if someone else saw you, they sure will.

You were laughing loudly, as you took your last egg, ready to throw it while Touya explained to you at what you should aim for.

,, HEY’’ you heard a familiar voice, coming from the building you used to spend so much time in. Not even turning around, you threw the egg and rushed to Toyua’s car, hopping fast into passenger seat. The moment Kai got out, everything happened too fast.

You wished you could take a photo of his upset face as he looked over your car. You were sure that you never saw him mad like that.

,, YOU FUCKING SUCK’’ he yelled once he turned the alarm off, while Dabi was ready to drive off, laughing loudly with you.

,, AND YOU SWALLOW BITCH’’ you yelled, popping your head thru the window. Touya gave you a bit time to flip him a bird, before he drove fast off, leaving your ex boyfriend pissed on the road. Laughing loudly, you leaned back into the seat, satisfied with the little event your best friend thought of.

,, You are seriously the best’’ you said, still smiling widely. Touya nodded his head, focused on the road. Every time he took a look of you, his heart would skip a beat. He was so fucking glad that you weren’t sad anymore, at least not for now.

You weren’t sure what had he planned next, since he wasn’t driving back home, but you didn’t care. You enjoyed his company, and you enjoyed the fact that you felt nothing else beside happiness in the moment. It was weird how fast emotions were taking over you. Just one hour ago you were a crying mess, and all of sudden you found yourself enjoying the night with your best friend.

You didn’t even realize how hungry you were, until Touya stopped by McDonalds to buy some food. Once he came back, placing the milkshakes and paper bag into your lap, you almost started drooling from the delicious smell.

He parked on the spot beside lake, where the two of you usually come to chill a bit. The music played on the low as the two of you ate slowly and talked about casual stuff. The moment a song from the famous tiktoker started playing in the background, you wished your hands weren’t so oily from the food. You wanted to change the song, but you didn’t want to make your phone oily, you weren’t even sure why you had that song in your playlist after all.

,, Does this song bother you?’’ he asked, taking a sip from his milkshake.

,, Yeah there’s a word that’s pissing me off’’ you rolled your eyes in annoyance.

,,Which one?’’ he asked confused.

,,When she says This ain’t build a bitch, you don’t get to pick or choose, what she should have said is nothing and just never release that stupid song’’ you hissed, wiping your hands as you changed the song that was pissing you off so much.

,, You are so cute’’ he complimented you, as both of you placed the rest of the food in the paper bag. Everything you did was cute to him, the was you sneeze is cute to him, the way you rise your brows when you are surprised, the way you laugh at your own jokes sometimes. Everything.

,,Did you know that Yumi got pregnant ?’’He asked you suddenly. Your eyes widened in shock, as you heard him ask, not because it was weird or anything like that, the two of you always gossip, but because you knew Yumi so well. You weren’t best friends with her, but the two of you would casually meet up.

,, Wasn’t she on the pills?’’ you asked, covering your mouth with your left hand. ,, Oh fuck no, I don’t claim this negative energy’’ you gasped shaking your head as Dabi laughed at your sudden reaction.

Talking about pregnancy and sex, you found yourself thinking about the last time you slept with your ex. You didn’t feel any sadness, all you felt was disappointment and anger. Just the thought that he was the last one inside you was making you mad, and the fact that only god knows when will you sleep with someone again was making you mad even more.

It’s not that you were a prude, or that you had something against one night stands. Sure, you could install Tinder and just find a quick fuck, knowing very well that the thought will bother you until the problem in your head is solved. But you weren’t the one to jump under the covers with a complete stranger.

,, What’s up?’’ Dabi asked once he saw you confused and lost in your thoughts. Hearing his voice, a sudden idea popped up in your head. You shook your head, trying to not think about it. He is your best friend for fucks sake, you can’t use him for something like that.

,, Nothing’’ you shook your head once again, trying to avoid his eyes.

,, Oh come on, tell me’’ he said stubbornly, as he placed his cigarette between his lips.

,, You know, the fact that Kai was the last person I had sex with, and the fact that I don’t know how long it will stay that way is bothering me’’ you confessed, skipping the part with the rest of your thoughts.

,, and you thought I could help you with it’’ Touya joked, as he puffed on his cigarette.

,, How did you know?’’ You asked way too fast, regretting it almost immediately once he almost choked onto the air and the smoke of his cigarette.

,, You can’t be serious’’ Touya said under his breath, closing his eyes as he spoke those words out. You weren’t sure why, but your heart sank a bit once you heard him say that.

,, Ah come on, it can be a quick fuck, it won’t change anything between us’’ he whined, turning your body to his direction. Once you said that, Touya grabbed you and forced you into his lap. You were more then shocked by his action, but you still positioned yourself comfortably in his lap, not sure if you should say anything or just wait..

,, You think I’ll be able to go back after it ?’’ he asked, one hand holding your waist firmly, and other holding his cigarette. ,, Doll, you should know better than anyone that I don’t do quick fucks’’ he added, as his grip got stronger. You weren’t sure if you should be embarrassed or not, but you felt uneasy at that moment, not sure where this all is leading.

,, If we do it now, there’s no going back doll, you’ll belong to me’’ he added again, as you sat in his lap confused. It was weird to hear him talk like that.

,, Touya, that can fuck up our friendship’’ you whispered. You were way too confused, not sure if he was talking about a relationship with you or just about you not sleeping with anyone else beside him.

,, And a quick fuck won’t do it?’’ he hissed, throwing the finished cigarette out of his window. He was right, both of it could fuck it up, and your idea was probably the worse option. The problem you had just few minutes ago was long gone, as new thoughts took over your mind. The fact that he was slowly placing soft kisses all over your neck didn’t help the situation, and the fact that you tiled your head to the side to give him more access to it didn’t help either.

You weren’t sure if you were simply too horny in the moment and if emotions took over you, but one part of you wanted to give it a try, yet another part of you was simply too scared of losing him. You did think about it before, how lucky can a girl be to call herself his girlfriend!? He’s not like other guys, at least not to you. He was always so caring, so gentle and so loving with you. He was the one who was always there for you, and in fact, you were more than sure that if you two start something, you won’t end up being hurt. But the fact that your friendship was under a question because of it was making you scared. Touya is the only person you never want to lose, and he knew that very well.

,, What do you say doll? Wanna try?’’ he asked, as he kissed your jaw softly. You weren’t sure how were you even capable of thinking at all in that moment.

,, Yes’’ you breathed out, closing your eyes shut as you enjoyed his soft kisses. Could you really lose him? If you had to worry about it so much, you should worry about the very exact moment. Why wouldn’t the current event ruin your friendship, now that you know that he doesn’t really see you as a friend as much as you thought. If you start some kind of a relationship with him, and if it doesn’t work, the two of you could talk it out.

The moment you said yes, Touya grabbed your yaw with his right hand, brushing his nose with your own before he connected his lips with yours. Once you placed your hands on his cheeks, trying to get closer to him, he couldn’t help but smile into the kiss.

What really drove him crazy was you rolling your hips on him. The fact that you had nothing else under your oversized shirt than your favorite panties almost made him cum in that very moment. Breaking the kiss, he leaned back into the seat, as you tried to catch your breath. Touya pulled your shirt up, exposing your naked chest. Not wasting any time, he placed his left on your right boob, pinching and twisting your already hard nipple, while sucking the other one.

Just the feeling of his hot breath made you throw your head back, enjoying the sucking and squeezing he was giving you. You placed your hands on his shoulders, finding support in it. Every roll you did with your hips, was met with his own one, making you feel his hard erection under his sweatpants. A quiet moan escaped your lips when you felt him bite on your nipple few times before he got back onto sucking it again.

Touya pulled your hips up a bit, giving you a sign to stay in that position as he pulled his sweatpants and boxers down, just enough for his dick to spring up. You knew that he had a dick piercing, in fact, you were in the waiting room when he decided to get it, but you still were shocked. It looked so good, so attractive.

You wanted to get out of his lap, you wanted to taste him, but his hands stopped you. Pushing you back onto his lap once again.

,, You have no idea how much I love you’’ he said, brushing his lips on your own, as he pushed your panties to the side and rubbed the tip of his dick around your hole.

,, I love you too, so much’’ you confessed, kissing him softly, as the pink head of his dick slowly entered you, hands on your hips slowly leading you down onto his length, until he was all in.

,, I know’’ Touya smirked into the kiss, enjoying the warmth of your walls hugging his dick. The hands on your hips slowly started to lead your hips up and down. The pace was so slow you could feel every inch of his dick rubbing against your velvety walls. Touya wasn’t one to enjoy the slow pace that much, but with you it was something else. He wanted to feel you as much as possible, and pushing his dick so slow into you gave him that possibility.

Just thinking about how it finally happened almost made him cream inside you. Closing his eyes, he let you move up and down his dick on your own. When you nuzzled your head into his neck he almost lost it, holding your hips down for few seconds just to calm his dick down. The small I love you that you whispered into his neck all over again didn’t help either, making it hard for him to control himself.

His hand found its way under your shirt, while his lips were all over your neck now, leaving sloppy marks all over it. You weren’t sure what did you enjoy more, his lips and hot breath over your neck, sucking and biting it, his hand squeezing your left breast or his dick deep inside you rubbing against your cervix.

Even tho you were moving your hips so slow, every time you were pushing your hips down, his would move upward, snapping against you with a little force and hitting your cervix perfectly. The both of you were breathing heavily, enjoying every second of the slow sex you had.

Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled your body closer to his, as he started moving just a little bit faster. You squeezed your eyes shut, as you realized that your climax was getting closer and closer with every move. Touya noticed your breathing getting faster, and your walls hugging his dick tighter then before, as he pulled your body up a bit, pushing you against the steering wheel and giving himself more access to move and fuck you a bit faster and stronger then before.

Moaning loudly, you wrapped your arms around him as you came all over his dick, almost shocked that you came without any clit stimulation. Dabi didn’t stop fucking you, helping you ride off the hard orgasm that just hit you.

Once he was sure you were done, he sat down. He lowered his seat, as he changed the position, locking you under him. Without giving you a chance to understand anything, he pushed his dick inside you.

,, I’m not done with you’’ he groaned, as he started moving his hips at much faster pace then before. Instead of saying anything, you wrapped your legs around him, placing your hands around his neck and just kissing him again. You couldn’t get enough of him, and luckily he felt the same. Accepting everything you had to offer, gladly.

The slow and steady pace was long forgotten, as he fucked you into the seat of his car with much more force and at one ungodly speed. You were pretty sure that the car was moving with every move he did, and you were sure if someone happened to be near, they would know what’s going on, but that was the last thing you cared of.

You were a moaning mess under him, and he was no better than you. You were surprised when you felt his hand around your throat, holding you in one place and playing with your breath. Open your mouth for me was all he said, before you felt thick saliva in your mouth. When it started, you thought it would be only some vanilla sex, the last thing you thought was that he would end up choking you and spitting in your mouth.

If it was someone else, you would probably freak out, but since it was him, you only obeyed, mouth open and tongue out, giving him approval for more.

,,That’s my good girl’’ he said, as he spat into your mouth one more time, while his grip around your neck only grew stronger. He was moving at rapidly speed, his skin slapping against your own was louder than the music that was playing in the background.

You closed your eyes as you started catching your breath once his hand moved away from your neck. Touya couldn’t control himself anymore, grabbing the edges of the seat, as he fucked into you. The pain mixed with pleasure was too intense for you, but you are his good girl, and you are doing so great for him, he made sure you understood that, as he repeated it all over again, while fucking into you.

The moment you felt his fingers rubbing your clit in circles, all you could do was squeeze your eyes shut, moaning loudly, as he told you to cum all over his dick, so you did as you were told and that was enough for him to reach his own high. Few harsh moves and he found himself cuming deep inside you. Even Toyua doesn’t know how did he find the energy to tell you how good you are milking his dick, but he did.

Collapsing on top of you, he fucked his seed inside of you, making sure not a single drop will get outside of your tight little out, making sure none of it will go to waste.

,, You’re mine’’ he said, placing soft kisses all over your face, and you were his. You were always his and he was always yours.

You weren’t sure how long would it take you to get over your stupid ex, but you were sure that Touya will be there for you and help you out in every way he can. Starting from the moment the two of you left your apartment, to the very moment the two of you cuddled inside of his car, after one steamy sex. All you could think of was your best friend and what would future bring you.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Can I ask something like: reader being engaged to someone of the Zen'in clan (not willingly) and discovering that she is pregnant with Getou's child, which she's having a secret relationship. So this would lead to a huge conflict. Feel free to add smut or change anything if you don't feel confortable writing it! Thanks for your work. Lots of love <3<3<3

SOLD TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER (who happens to be me)

Arrangements: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.9k

tw: nsfw, angst, mentions of abuse

The priceless china teacup - the only one of its kind in the set of four - drops from your hand and to the dining room floor, where it shatters into a million pieces.

"No."

Your father looks at you with concern, as if you had just spoken some foreign language.

"No," you repeat, this time with much more emphasis. Didn't he understand the meaning of the word? Or was "no" not a part of his vocabulary?

"Unfortunately, you don't have a choice, y/n. You and Naoya have been paired together since birth, and it's now time for you to--"

"I said no!" You stand from the table and walk past your father to exit the dining room, pushing the door open with fury. As you stalk away from the arranged marriage to a Zen'in and your father, you feel tears well up in your eyes.

You scrub them away as you push past your bodyguard and into your room, where you lock the door. But the tears come faster than you expect, and you can't help but weep. It isn't until the sun goes down that you stand from your seated position and move to your desk, where the picture of you and your best friend sits, his black eyes glaring at the camera as you pinch his cheeks, smiling at him with glee. You were only five then, but if you knew then what would happen to you fifteen years later, you would have begged to run away with him much sooner.

The 'plink' of a pebble smashing into your window calls you out of your daydream, and you place the picture back down before moving to open your windowpane.

"You really could just knock," you advise Suguru Geto, who stands at your window with a silly grin on his face. "It'd be a lot less annoying."

"But what's the fun in that?" he wonders, climbing inside easily. "Plus, it gives me an excuse to find pebbles around the grounds. You know how I like rocks." You roll your eyes as he leans in, placing a deep kiss on your lips and wrapping his arms around your waist. "Mmm," Suguru hums. "You've been crying. What's new?"

"Nothing," you lie, but he tilts your chin up, examining your face.

"Looks like you've been crying for a while... Did your father say something to you at tea time?" You hold in a sob, lips quivering. "Perhaps a spat over something he sees as trivial, per usual?"

"Stop," you beg, pushing his hand away. "I don't want to talk about it."

Suguru steps back, rifling around in his pockets for something. When he produces the black stone, he hands it to you, letting your fingers drift over the polished texture as you consider opening up to the only man you love. "Here's one of my worry stones. You can rub at it and it'll take the negative feelings away."

You hold it in your hand, making a note to save it with the other pretty things Suguru has given you over the years in the box under your bed. You sit on your bed and he follows suit, laying beside you and sighing.

"Have you ever thought about running away?" you wonder, and Geto bites his lower lip thoughtfully.

"Sometimes. But then I remember that I can't run away from all of my problems, and I'd be leaving you behind."

"Maybe we should run away together." At your proposal, Geto puts his hands underneath his head, staring at the spinning fan.

"I can't condone that. You'd be running away from your problems, y/n."

"And? What does it matter if I only have you? Is that enough?"

"It matters a lot," Suguru mumbles, and you sigh. "I can't ask you to give up your life for one of hardship. I've been working on saving a bit of money, though. When I get enough, I'll buy a ring, come to your dad, and ask him for permission to marry you. Just wait a little while."

"We don't have a little while," you blurt, and he frowns. "My father wants to marry me off to some Zen'in, and--"

"What?" Suguru sits up, black hair falling down his back. "Say that again."

"My father wants to marry me off to some Zen'in," you repeat, and Suguru's eyes widen immensely before squinting.

"No, no, no... that can't be right," he breathes, and you shake your head.

"That's why I've been crying." Shock gives way to a blank look and he stands, running a hand through his hair.

"I have to go."

"Wait!" you cry out, but Suguru is out of your window in a flash, walking across your lawn without turning back.

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The look Naoya Zen'in gives you is revolting.

When he strides into the room, your insides melt to nothingness and apprehension takes over. He circles you like prey, smiling at your shape and making lewd comments about your child-rearing abilities.

"Looks like you have a set of hips that are perfect for---"

"Naoya," your father chides, and the man slides his eyes to your father's face.

"Right, well..." the man clears his throat. "I would like to see what she's like by herself if you don't mind." Your father gives you a look that says 'behave' and you plead with him in your head to remain in the room. But he leaves you two alone, and that's when Naoya's face drops its smirk.

"Alright, let's be frank with each other." He leans forward on the table between you, lacing his fingers together. "I'm not in the business of making you feel good about yourself. You have to do that on your own. I'm going to tell you what I need when I need it. If you can't provide it, then you should seriously consider emptying that little head of yours of the idea that I won't remind you of your place."

You recoil at his words, lips curling up in disgust.

"And don't even think about replying with some smart-ass remark. I'm not the Chief of Hei for nothing." Bile rises up in your mouth at the thought of this swine being your betrothed, but you force it down, swallowing hard.

"I understand."

"Good. Now, let me see you turn around and walk out. I want to watch your hips as you walk away."

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You rush into your bathroom and lean over the toilet, all of your consumed food coming back up. You vomit until nothing is left in your stomach, and dry heave for the rest of the time you're perched at the toilet bowl.

When it's all said and done, you wipe your mouth and flush, face redder than it was before you started feeling ill.

'Plink'.

Your head swivels to the window, and you rush to open it, coming face-to-face with Suguru.

"Babe..." he whispers, face flushed. "I brought you something." When he comes inside and sits on your bed, you consider telling him about the encounter with Naoya, but when he opens a small box, you're stopped in your tracks.

"Su!" You eye the small moonstone ring with curiosity, a smile creeping across your face. "Su, this is gorgeous."

"Solid rose gold and moonstone; your favorite." You slide the ring onto your ring finger and hold it up to the light.

"I love it... I love you." Suguru stands and brings you close to him, holding onto your head carefully.

"I'm going to take it to your father right now and--"

"I really wouldn't recommend you do that," a voice calls out from your doorway and both of you pull apart, startled by Naoya's sudden presence. "I had a feeling you'd be otherwise occupied." Naoya closes the door as he enters, smirking. "I should tell Mr. L/N myself that I've discovered this little tryst, but I think I'll let this poor man off the hook just this once." He turns to Suguru and gives him a deadly glare, crossing the space between them. "Leave. Don't come back here. I don't care how you feel or what you've done. But she's my property now, and no one other than me touches my things." Geto bristles at the threat, eye twitching.

"Make me, you piece of dogshit."

It's apparent that Naoya isn't quick to anger, but his fists clench in defiance. "I see," he breathes, letting go of his fists and running a hair through his light-colored hair. "You'll regret those words." And he leaves you two in the room, closing the door behind him carefully.

_____________________________________________________________

You stare at the little bump protruding from your belly in disbelief, fingers quivering over the skin. You try to recall the last time you and Suguru had unprotected sex and realize it was over a month ago, right before Naoya had appeared in your life.

The heavy onyx ring sits on your finger, reminding you of your engagement and the despicable man who had chased your lover away on that dreadful night.

Footsteps approach your room, and you quickly dress in your loose-fitting cotton shift dress, concealing any signs of pregnancy. Naoya throws open your doors and strides in, eyes looking about the room. "I have a little surprise for you, doll," he smiles, holding his hand out for you to take. Without hesitation, you grip it, knowing any delay could mean a swift backhand or a bruised wrist. "You'll enjoy this. I think I'll consider it my wedding present to you."

Naoya half-drags, half-walks you to the courtyard, where many of the townspeople have gathered, their faces somber and uneasy.

And chained to a post at the front is Suguru, his shirt torn and scrapes dragging across his skin.

"Just in time," Naoya chirps, pushing through the crowd and making you stand at the front, where Suguru could see you. His eyes widen, and he mouths something to you, but you shake your head, hands trembling.

"This man has been accused of stealing from the town's jeweler," Naoya calls out, circling around Suguru carefully. "And in his possession, we found a valuable piece of evidence." The accuser holds up a moonstone ring - your moonstone ring - showing it to the crowd proudly. "The punishment for theft is usually loss of a hand. But I feel that he should be delivered a much less barbaric punishment." Your heart leaps out of your chest, and you bite your tongue to keep from crying out.

Nothing Naoya would do would be less than barbaric.

"Fifty lashes are appropriate for the crime," he announces, and a man comes out of the crowd with a whip, standing behind Suguru with authority. Your eyes sting with tears, and you try your best to hold in a scream when the first lash lands across Suguru's back.

His black eyes are trained on you for the first fifteen strikes, but when the sixteenth lash rings out in the crowd, they begin to roll back, and he cries out in pain, voice echoing across the courtyard. Naoya sidles up beside you, gripping your wrist.

"See what happens when you sleep around with thieves?" he hisses, and you begin to weep, your vision blurring with tears. He chuckles and you hide your face behind your hands, sobbing furiously.

By the fortieth lash, you're all cried out, and Suguru's lost consciousness. His eyes are closed and his head lolls forward, hair drooping across his face. And when the man finishes, Suguru is left on the post, his blood and sweat mixing together across his back. You can hear ragged breathing after a minute of waiting, and Naoya goes up to Suguru's body, pulling his head back by his hair.

"Learned not to mess with my things?" he grins, and Suguru drags himself from the edge of consciousness to whisper,

"For y/n? I'd do it all over again."

The look of pure, unadulterated shock on Naoya's face is enough to haunt you every day afterward.

[comfortwriting]

The Right One - F.W

Masterlist, Requesting Rules, Writing Prompts

Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Prompt 31: “What made you think we were serious?” he spat “did you really think I’d go out with you?”

Requested/About: Fred is in love with his friend Y/N and knows he wants to marry her one day, he makes and move and they are looking forward to going on their first date - but all of that changes when George confesses his feelings for Y/N, to Fred.

A/N: I have a second part to this imagine which is smut based which you can now read: here

Warnings: swearing, mention of food and eating, a cheeky kiss towards the end.

Sitting high up in the stands, you’re watching Fred practice Quidditch, your heart skipping beats each time he flashes you a smirk or a cheeky wink, everything he does make you want him more - whether it be making a pig's ear of a potion, coming up with a new prank, chatting to his brother - hell, he simply breathes and you’re amazed.

Fred is head over heels for you, he already knows he’s going to marry you and whilst everyone is fast asleep at night, he goes over the plan in his head a thousand times making sure that when the day comes, everything will go perfectly to plan.

Unfortunately, the two of you were quite stubborn when it came to making the first move - you were too shy and scared of being rejected, and Fred felt anxious about making you uncomfortable - you were both trapped in the awkward ‘friends but too close to be friends but flirting but not dating’ phase - you not only confused yourselves but those around you who were aware of your chemistry.

The practice came towards an end and you walked down from the stands, your eyes glued on Fred, his veins bursting through his sweaty and dirt-stained hands, his hair standing up in all directions and sticking to his forehead, you smirked and giggled at the sight of him.

“How was it?” you smiled, walking towards him.

Fred paused for a moment, catching his breath and leaning on his broom “not bad” he panted “Slytherin are going to suffer”

You chuckled and brushed the hair out of his eyes, he had a questioning look on his face for a moment.

“Y/N” he said softly “d’you fancy going to Hogsmeade this Saturday, on a date?” he asked you, looking slightly nervous.

You felt as if time slowed down, that everyone else on the pitch had disappeared and you and Fred were the only ones there, instant excitement pooled in your tummy causing butterflies to sprout and take flight.

“I would love to” you smiled widely, blushing and nodding your head “yes!”

Fred smiled just as wide and nodded, pursing his lips and breaking out into another smile “brilliant” he nodded “I’ll meet you outside Zonko’s”

His twin George came rushing over, just as sweaty and dirty, he smiled nervously when your eyes met his, you didn’t think anything of it - George was always more quiet compared to Fred.

“Angelina wants a word” he panted “something about Ron needing extra practice”

Fred sighed and rolled his eyes, “see you later, love” he waved, turning around and following his brother.

“I have a date” you whispered excitedly to yourself “with Freddie!”

Hurrying off, you ran towards the castle, breaking inside and pushing through students and stumbling up the stairs to reach your dorm room, your date only two days away - you needed as much time as you could get to plan what you would say and what you could wear.

It was now Friday evening, tomorrow you would be on a date with Fred and just the thought made you giggle and blush, you told your friends who were just as excited, giving you all the advice you needed for one of the best days of your life. Laying in your bed, you stared out of the window, you were so excited you didn’t know if you were able to sleep.

Fred and George were sitting in front of the fire in the quiet and empty common room, coming up with ideas for their dream joke shop, but Fred noticed that George wasn’t being himself - he kept losing concentration and staring off into space, getting lost in his own thoughts.

“You okay Georgie?” Fred asked, staring at his brother.

George sighed, looking more anxious “if I tell you something, will you promise not to tell anyone?”

“I’m your bloody twin” Fred responded, sitting up in his chair and leaning towards George “of course I won’t say anything”

George swallowed hard for a moment and nodded, trying to figure out how to say this without Fred taking the piss out of him.

“You know Y/N?” George spoke up.

Fred’s heart started to pick up in speed, his attention fully on his twin “yeah, what about her?”

Fred didn’t mention you to George at all, George knew the two of you were close friends but he didn’t see the moments between the two of you that everyone said: “screamed chemistry”.

“I’ve got feelings for her, Freddie.” George confessed, looking away from Fred and staring at his shoes “I just didn’t want to say anything because I know she’s your friend.”

Friend

Fred felt the excitement crush inside him, part of him wanted to stop George in his tracks and tell him that you were going on a date with him tomorrow, but the other part of Fred dominated him - Fred would rather choose the happiness of his brother, who was more shy and quiet, than his own - the twin who had everything he ever wanted.

Almost everything.

“That’s great, Georgie” Fred forced a smile whilst his heart wept “she’s a really nice girl, I don’t blame you.”

A really nice girl that Fred would crush instead of letting her down gently. Fred went to bed and for the first time he didn’t bother going through the plans of the future proposal, then wedding, instead he tortured himself over George being the one to put the ring on your finger, making you his wife. He hid his face in his pillow and cried, knowing how bad he was going to mess things up, but as long as George was happy - that’s all that mattered to him, and he felt sure that you would move on and be much happier with the other twin.

“Ready?” your friend Alyssa smiled, looking you over once more.

You nodded and blushed again “I’m ready, just really nervous!”

Alyssa chuckled and handed you your bag “You’re bound to be nervous, but you’ll be okay, this is exciting!”

You took your bag from her and slung it over your shoulder “thank you for everything Alyssa” you pulled her into a tight hug, making sure you didn’t ruin your makeup or hair.

“Tell me all about it when you get back!” he ordered excitedly, pulling away from the hug and sending you on your way.

Arriving in Hogsmeade, you hurried over to Zonko’s Joke Shop, because you arrived early you had enough time to sneak into the shop and buy Fred some Hiccough sweets and Sugar Quills. Carrying the bag of Fred’s goodies, you waited outside for him.

Five minutes passed, then ten, then you reached one hour.

You felt your heart sink, worries and ‘what if’ scenarios filled your head and drowned out the noise of laughing students that passed by. Reaching three hours, it became clear to you that Fred wasn’t going to show up, tears filled your eyes and made your vision glassy, overflowing and running down your cold cheeks.

Storming back to the castle you stared at the ground, refusing to look up at anyone or anything, you sobbed and clutched onto the Zonko's bag so hard your hand started to cramp and your knuckles went white.

‘How could I be so stupid?’ you thought to yourself ‘I got myself dressed up in my best dress for nothing, waited outside looking like a fool while he’s probably laughing himself silly.’

But Fred wasn’t laughing himself silly at all, he didn’t get out of bed unless he needed to brush his teeth or go to the toilet, he refused to speak to George, Lee and Angelina. He curled up under his covers with tears falling down his face, his wand emitting light whilst he watched your footsteps on the Marauders Map, guilt surging through his body like poison when your footsteps stayed still and finally took off after hours of waiting.

Bursting into your dorm room Alyssa’s smile dropped and concern plastered on her face - your mascara and eyeliner streaked down your face from crying, your lips red and puffy like your eyes.

“Y/N! what's wrong? what happened?” she panicked, hurrying over to you.

You threw your shoulder bag on the floor, turning around you bumped into Alyssa and pushed the Zonko’s bag into her chest.

“He never showed up!” you wailed, storming into the bathroom and slamming the door behind you.

You dragged the warm wet rag over your face, wiping off your make up with so much force your skin got irritated and red, you stared at yourself in the mirror, hating your reflection, hating the dress you were so excited to put on hours before.

Alyssa knocked on the door, she didn’t want to pry and press you for answers, instead, she handed you your clean pyjamas and took your dress to put away, she walked into the bathroom when you opened the door, pulling you into a comforting hug whilst you sobbed in her arms.

Like Fred, you refused to leave your bed all weekend, you refused to speak about what happened. Perhaps you waited in the wrong place, perhaps he meant another week, you tried to convince yourself that this was your fault, that you got things wrong - but deep down you knew this wasn’t your doing, but Fred’s.

Sunday evening rolled around and Alyssa walked back into the dorm with a bag full of food, she sat on the side of your bed and opened up the bag full of your favourite puddings and drinks.

“The house-elves encouraged me to take as much as I could fit in this bag” she laughed lightly “please eat something sweetheart, it doesn’t have to be much”

You nodded and sat up in your bed, giving in you drank your pumpkin juice and had a few slices of Apple Pie.

Monday morning you were up early and out of bed, trying to be as fresh as a daisy as you could - everything was going well until you had double potions with Fred. You planned to ignore him, play it as if you didn’t care and that the loss was his, but your thoughts and needs for answers clawed at you until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Have a good weekend, then?” you asked Fred bravely, watching your cauldron simmer.

“No comment” he replied, refusing to look at you, trimming his ingredients.

“Why did you stand me up?” you asked again, gaining more courage “think it would be funny?”

“No comment” Fred answered again, adding the ingredients to his cauldron, causing it to hiss and change from dark green to bright red.

You began to lose your patience but you didn’t give up, opening your mouth and asking Fred once more why he didn’t show up on Saturday made his guilt surge through his heart so painfully he didn’t know how to handle himself except lash out at you.

“What made you think we were serious?” he spat “did you really think I’d go out with you?”

Hearing his brothers outburst, George looked over to you and Fred, he had no idea what was going on but he had to do something - seeing you so hurt and upset made George feel sick.

You weren’t prepared for such a hard blow, you felt as if you had been slapped in the face and punched in the chest, you didn’t reply - you just stared at Fred with your jaw hanging, the tears you were controlling so well broke through and filled your eyes.

Fred’s heart broke even more at your reaction, he had broken the person he loved more than anything in the world and it would be too late now to make things right, to have you give him a chance to explain - but at least now he had given George a chance to play hero and pick up those broken pieces of your own heart to fix them the best he could.

You quickly took a sample of your potion and handed it to Snape, storming back to your desk, you picked up your bag and hurried out of the dungeons, breaking out into a sob - your wails so loud the class could still hear you.

George left his cauldron to overflow, running after you and calling out your name down the halls before he finally caught up to you. He pulled you into a comforting hug and you cried into his chest, gripping onto his warm woolly jumper.

“I wish it was you George” you cried “I really do, if it was I wouldn’t be in this bloody awful situation”

It dawned on George that this definitely had something to do with Fred and when he told him about his feeling for you. Sitting back in the same chairs in front of the fire in the empty common room before bed, George turned to Fred and searched his dull eyes.

“Do you like Y/N?” George asked quietly.

Fred shook his head “no”

George sighed and continued to stare at his brother “look at me, Freddie”

George knew that his brother couldn’t lie to his face and he knew by doing this he would get the right answers he needed.

“Are you in love with her?”

Fred paused and tried to lie but he couldn’t do it - he looked towards the dancing flames.

George finally understood and stood up “that’s what I thought” he stood behind his chair, wanting to know one more thing before he went off to bed “what happened between you and Y/N, you being grumpy all weekend and her being upset - does that have anything to do with what I told you last week?”

Fred put his head in his hands and nodded, George shook his head and sighed “that's what I thought, you should’ve bloody told me.”

George left the common room and went upstairs to bed, leaving his brother alone in his thoughts. Climbing in his bed, George knew exactly what to do in the morning.

George looked for you everywhere, you weren’t in the great hall for breakfast and you didn’t show up to any of your classes either, passing Alyssa he pulled her aside, asking where you were.

“the second floor, girls bathroom” she replied “and here” she rooted in her bag, pulling out the Zonko’s bag “give this to your brother when you see him, she got it him before he stood her up.”

George took the bag and thanked Alyssa, hurrying as fast as he could to reach you.

Sitting on the floor of the dingy toilets, you continued to sob in your hands, pressing them against your eyes that you could see confetti in your vision. Hearing footsteps coming closer to you, you removed your hands away from your face and opened your eyes, looking up at George standing over you.

George crouched beside you and began to rub your back, comforting you; he sighed deeply and knew it was time to tell you everything, the truth.

“I’ve got feelings for you, Y/N” he confessed softly.

This only made you feel worse, you lost Fred - someone you actually want to be with, and his brother who you care for is in love with you, you would rather sit your O.W.Ls all over again with your N.E.W.T.s at the same time than go through this.

You turned to face George, a look of shock and horror all over your face “George! You know this isn't the right time to tell me and if Fred-” you paused for a moment, feeling sick to your stomach.

“Does Fred know?” you asked quietly, looking at George.

George nodded “I told him on Friday after that Fred just went into a foul mood and you’ve been upset. He’s in love with you, Y/N, and I know you love him too.”

You stared at George, your mouth wide open, unable to process what you heard.

“He put my own happiness before his” George laughed and shook his head, pulling you into a tight hug, he smirks at you “He’s in his dorm room, go to your man” he encouraged you, handing you the Zonko’s Bag.

Feeling those same butterflies form and take flight inside of you once more, you hurried to Fred’s room, the biggest smile plastered on your face, which caught everyone’s attention, causing them to feel happy and talk amongst one another about you and Fred finally being on the same page.

Storming into Fred’s room, he walked out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel loosely covering his lower half at the hips, stopping in your tracks you stared at him, taking in the beauty of his body; the water droplets across his abs and the steam rising off his chest and shoulders, his damp hair and the sun beaming through the window highlighting your favourite parts of him.

Fred went into shock and gripped onto his towel harder, you flash him a small, nervous smile and place the Zonko’s bag on his bedside table.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” he asked shyly as you walked over to him.

Placing your hands gently against Fred’s cheeks, you leaned in slowly and pressed your lips against his. Kissing back, Fred deepened the kiss and dragged his tongue against your lower lip, both of his hands took you by the waist, completely forgetting about his towel, it fell to the floor.

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[pookiepoodle]

Finding out you’re a Little ft. Inarizaki

I don’t own any art (except the lovely swirly thing). Please check out my masterlist and send in requests. This is an age-regression piece, so expect that kind of content (all non-sexual). Aran’s involves diapers as a medical need. 

Suna

You wanna watch cartoons after a long day of studying for your upcoming university exams.  

Suna smirks a little but doesn’t say anything, shrugging as he pulls you up against his chest, the screen flashing with bright colors. 

You don’t even notice the smirk and you can feel yourself growing smaller, your eyes shining as you giggle at the silly antics of the characters.

 Now, Suna has a faint idea of what’s happening. He’s always on his phone so he sees a lot of different communities and right now, you’re reminding him of something. 

“Ya know Princess, you’re acting really cute right now,” he begins, his hands wrapped around your waist as you stare at the TV. You feel rather small and you can’t help but giggle, snuggling back into his chest. Suna always makes you feel so safe, especially when you feel like this. Though, you don’t tend to regress in front of your boyfriend as he (at least in your mind) doesn’t know anything about your tendencies to do so. 

“You feeling small?”

That question makes you sit up straight, the cartoons forgotten as you realise what Suna said. Suna knew. He knew you were an age regressor. There was no way he asked that and didn’t understand the implications of it. But… he wasn’t freaking out. He wasn’t grossed out or asking her to stop. So shyly, you nod, holding your breath as you wait for his response.

“Alright, how about we order some pizza for dinner and we just cuddle, keep watching your show?” he hums, making you smile brightly at the thought of having delicious pizza. But, even more so at the fact that your boyfriend knows you so well. 

You’ll talk to him more about your age regression tomorrow, when you’re feeling bigger, but for now? 

You simply cuddle him, watching your show with a happy heart.

Kita

You can’t stop staring at the coloring books during your weekly shopping trip at the grocery store. 

Kita doesn’t say anything, letting you look over them all. He notices you keep going back to a specific one and will suddenly grab it, putting it into the cart.

You jump a little, blushing brightly when you realise that a) he caught you staring at children’s coloring books and b) he’s put it in the shopping cart, clearly intending to buy it for you.

Kita isn’t aware of what age regression is per say, so he simply thinks that you want to color. 

“They also do adult coloring books, Y/N,” Kita says, pointing at some of the other ones, but you shake your head no. Those ones are too detailed, too finicky for when you’re little. You’ll only get frustrated and cry, so instead you prefer to use the ones meant for kids.

“That’s alright, do you need crayons or anything?” he continued, acting as if his girlfriend/boyfriend/partner wanting a kids coloring book was normal (AN: totally is). 

“Kita, don’t you think it’s… weird?” you finally said, your voice small as you met his eyes. Kita was a straight-forward man and you expected him to be brutally honest with you. 

“Why would it be weird?”

“Well… it’s a kids coloring book and I’m supposed to be Big-” you began, cutting yourself off at the last word. You’d meant to say adult.

“Big? Y/N, is everything alright?” Kita asks calmly, moving closer to you. You can feel his hand against the small of your back, a comforting gesture.

“Can… can we talk about it in the car?” you ask, trying to keep yourself calm. You knew it was time to tell Kita (you’d been dating for years now) but even so, it was a scary thought. 

“Of course, we’re nearly done with the shopping,” Kita nodded, taking your hand as he led you to get the last few items. Throughout the process of paying and leaving the shop, you didn’t say a word to him, trying to figure out how to best tell him the truth.

“Just sit in the car, darling, I’ll load the shopping,” Kita insists, leaving you to twiddle your thumbs in the front seat, until you hear him get in next to you.

“Y/N, I don’t want to force you to tell me what’s going on, but I want to let you know that you can trust me.”

And with those words, you began to tell him everything about your little side, how you love to color and drink apple juice from your sippy. As you speak, he will ask questions as a lot of the terms you use are unfamiliar to him, but once you’re done, he gives you a small smile, reaching across to grab your hand.

“Y/N, when we get home, may I color with you?”

With a bright smile, you nod, relieved at how accepting your wonderful boyfriend is.

Aran

He finds your “protection” when he’s in your room. 

He was really confused and tried to act like he didn’t see it, simply nudging the packaging further under the bed.

But you saw his eyes widen, his face grow red and you know that he knows. 

With tears filling your eyes, you push him out your way as you run into the bathroom, locking the door as you sink to the ground, sobbing. 

Immediately, he panics, trying the door handle but to no avail.

He has no idea what’s going on, but all he knows is that his beloved girlfriend/boyfriend/partner is upset and he just wants to comfort you. 

You were a mess behind the door, sobbing your heart out as the events just kept replaying in your mind. He saw your “adult protection” which, let’s be honest, were just diapers. The fancy name always made you feel a little bit better when buying them, but now, it was just that. A fancy name for a humiliating product. There was no way that Aran wasn’t going to dump you.

“Y/N, please let me in!”

“No! J-Just g-go…”

“I’m not leaving until we talk about this, okay?”

Aran could be stubborn when he wanted to be and you realised that this was going to be one of those times. He wouldn’t leave until you talked to him, even if it took hours.

“C-Can we talk through the d-door?” 

“Of course, sweetheart,” you heard him say, his tone gentle and reassuring as you try to pull yourself together.

You then proceeded to very shakily explain about your little space. Aran had his phone out and if he didn’t recognise a word, he quickly googled it as to not have to make you answer his questions. In little space, you sometimes had problems controlling your bladder at night and after waking up with wet sheets far too often, you’d decided it was best to get some form of protection. Once you’d finished speaking, there was a silence.

“I-It’s okay if y-you don’t w-want this, I g-get it…” you whispered, tears filling your eyes once more as you waited for Aran to agree.

“Why would I not want you?”

You immediately sit up, shocked.

“Y/N, I love you, a lot. I think it’s amazing that you’re able to find a way to relax and be happy, not everyone can do that. I think you’re adorable already, I can’t imagine how cute you are when you’re little. I’m so lucky, shoot, I’ve got the cutest girlfriend ever…”

“But what about… ya know…”

“The protection? Sweetheart, that’s not your fault. You’re so brave and smart and kind and amazing and I would be a jerk if I dumped you because of something as silly as that. Heck, I used to change my little sister’s diapers all the time, I’m not bothered by it.”

“I-I’m not asking for your help!”

“Ah, wait, I didn’t mean- like if you wanted or needed it, I’d love to take care of you, even if you need help with that, but only if you want to,” he panicked, bright red as he realised that he was probably being a bit too forward.

There was another pause before the bathroom lock clicked and the door opened. 

“L-Let’s t-take it slow… but I’d l-like to watch a movie with you.”

Osamu

You were crying because your mom said she thought she accidentally tossed out your lovie/stuffie.

He was really confused because you were at Miya Onigiri and you just kept crying, so he immediately pulls you into the back room, glaring at the staff to keep them out as he just hugs you. You know that you’re regressing but you’re just in such a panic that you can’t really care, clinging to him as you babble, tears streaming down your face.

 Instinctively, he wraps his arms around you, gently bouncing you on his knee as he pats your back, mumbling that,” Everything’s gonna be alright, Y/N, okay? Yer alright, just take a deep breath…” 

After a while, you manage to calm down, though you’re still trembling in his arms as you catch your breath. Of course, Osamu isn’t the type to just let things like this slip and he will immediately ask if he can talk to you about it.

“Alright, we need to talk about what happened, Angel,” he sighs, shifting you on his lap so that you’re facing him properly, though he refuses to let you go. 

“It’s not that big of a deal…” you mumble, your face now pink and tear-stained as you look away from him. You’d always tried to keep this side of yourself private but hearing that your Mom might have tossed out Bunny… Even thinking about it again was enough to make you tear up, which your boyfriend noticed immediately.

“It seems like a big deal to me,” he replied, moving to wipe away the fresh tears,” C’mon, Y/N, you know I don’t care if it’s embarrassing or something. Remember when I had to call ye because I got food poisoning and that bastard used all the toilet paper?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the memory, nodding as you let his thumb rub against your cheeks lovingly. 

“So, please, I just wanna know,” he finished, giving you a pleading look.

So, you told him everything. He obviously had questions, interrupting you when you used terms he was unfamiliar with and when he just needed something clarified. You grew sadder when you started talking about your rabbit plushie, explaining what had happened and he hugged you to his chest gently.

“That’s awful, Angel, I’m real sorry,” he mumbled,” Listen though. I’m gonna learn more about this and if ya let me, I wanna be a part of it. I like taking care of ye already, so if yer willing to give me a chance, let me try, m’kay?”

You were so happy, you nearly started crying again as you nodded.

“How about helping me look for Bunny after work?”

And with a nod from Osamu, that’s how he became your Daddy.

(afternote: Bunny had fallen behind the bed and was found!)

Atsumu

You accidentally open the door with your paci in your mouth. 

He notices it and smiles, wrapping his arms around you without even saying something, though he makes sure to close the door quickly so other people don’t see. 

You don’t even realise that you’re wearing your paci until you move to give him a kiss, his hand moving to pull it out before giving you a small peck.

 Immediately, you pull back, eyes widened as you try and grab the mouth piece back, humiliated. 

Atsumu knows that look in your eyes and immediately gives it back, but not before grabbing your hand and dragging you to the living room, where he pulls you onto his lap for snuggles.

“So… nice paci,” he begins, watching you blush adorably as you hide it in your pockets.

“Thanks,” you mumble, unable to meet his eyes as you wish you could disappear right now or that a coconut would fall from the ceiling and hit Atsumu in the head. Just hard enough to wipe his memory of the last 10 minutes. 

“Do ye use it a lot or just sometimes?” he asked. He wasn’t teasing you (as you had expected), seeming to be genuinely curious about your little habit.

“Umm… just sometimes, when I feel like it,” you continue, blushing, nervously playing with your hair as you try to keep calm. 

“If ye wanna keep using it, go ahead,” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“You don’t think I’m a freak?”

“What? Has someone said something to you about it?!” Atsumu suddenly exclaimed, his eyes filled with fire. If anyone had teased you about this, he was ready to kick their ass.

“No, no! I was just wondering, most people think stuff like this is weird for an adult…” you mumbled, feeling self conscious. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t even feel Atsumu reaching into your pocket and grabbing your paci. At least, not until he gently pushed it into your mouth, making your eyes widen. You went to pull it out, but he stopped you gently holding it in place as he spoke.

“I think yer adorable, Y/N. I’m gonna do some more research n stuff, since I think I’ve heard about this, but only if ye want me to.”

You pause, thinking it over before gently nodding, making him smile brightly.

“Alright baby, lets just relax for now.”

[ickymichi]

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐈 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒:

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

<3 warning: none really! just slight mentions of nsfw but nothing brutal, swearing, v slight angst, mentions of insecurity.

<3 things to know!: set in the timeskip, unless i’m like ‘this was back in high school’. (implied female) reader and issei are in an established relationship.

<3 summary!: headcannons i have about issei and his appearance/body. :)

<3 a/n: see i genuinely had no idea what to call this. like it’s headcannons that i have about issei’s appearance/body?. and also to make some of the things named more normalised and to make ppl see how attractive they make ppl. reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

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𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒: listen to this okay. issei with freckles on his shoulders. beautiful i know. but just imagine it. those nice broad shoulders with thousands of freckles scattered across them from years of tanning and getting sunburned on the beach while on holidays or just from the numerous summers he spent in your backyard getting a tan. just running your hands across them seeing how some of them connected to form a bigger one. he always tells you it tickles. but never says stop. also in summer he gets them on his face from the sun.

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒: he definitely had them on like the part of his back where his arm meets his shoulders, on the under side of his biceps and definitely got some on his ass cause boy got cake. but he’s insecure about them and used to hate wearing tank tops cause you could see them. but you told him how much you love them and how cool they look. now mf thinks he’s hot shit (as he should) and walks around your house in them or just shirtless. if you have some to he would literally always be telling you how attractive it is. literally constantly.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑: he definitely is on the hairier side. like he got hairy ass legs let me tell you, but it thins out when it gets to his thighs a bit. definitely waxes or shaves his ass idc idc, was scared from this one time he was watching porn and it just got a shot of the guys hairy ass and he was disgusted. but also he got like, not a lot to where he has to constantly wax it, but a nice amount of chest hair, like it’s only on his pecs not on his stomach you know?. side story!: it was like, two months after you started dating and you were having a movie night at his and you were staying over. makki convinced, i mean convinced him you were going to have sex for the first time. so issei being afraid you’d think his chest hair is unattractive he booked a chest wax and made makki come with him. he recorded the whole thing and showed you two years later, big bad matsukawa issei himself, screaming from pain and nearly breaking makki’s hand with the grip he had on it. end of side story :). his happy trail? pheww that shit idky it’s just attractive to me for some reason. also has a bit of stubble but he shaves it cause of one time in third year he was just really lazy that week and didn’t shave and when the four of them went to go to the cinema on saturday oikawa said: “who’s uncles coming our way?”. from then on he never goes out with to them without shaving beforehand. if you tell him you find it attractive he’d grow it out a small bit just to see your reaction. but if you said you don’t like it he’d do it anyway to annoy you.

𝐀𝐂𝐍𝐄: high school issei definitely had acne. not like major but had some on his cheeks and his back. he hated it sm cause all his friends never had a problem with it. until you told him it doesn’t matter if he has it for not he’s still seggsy as fuck. now timeskip issei? not as much. he made sure to start taking care of his skin halfway through high school. that is until masks became a thing, poor guy has a love hate relationship with them now.

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆: listen, issei eats. mf has the biggest appetite you’ve ever seen. ceo of “you eating that?”. every time you see him on the couch he either has a bag of crisps, chocolate, popcorn, leftovers from last night or a takeout he ordered in his lap. man just loves food (i relate ‘sei dw). but all that eating makes boy bloat like crazy. like, he has a fast metabolism so mf never gains weight that much🙄. but he could literally eat half a sharing bar of chocolate and suddenly he’s eight weeks pregnant. also, he didn’t know what bloating was until you finished a movie night and mf took half the popcorn, had his own bag of jellies and three of the small multipack chocolate bars. so when he undressed for his shower and caught a glimpse of his stomach that normally only has a bit of pudge, pushed out to where it looks like he gained weight over night he has a stroke. this how shiz went down:

���(Y/N)!!” you literally sprinted to the bathroom thinking he fell or sum. “what issei? what happened?!”. “have i, have i always been this big?” “what? you look like you always do”. the distressed noise he let out along with him fake stumbling and grabbing the counter had you confused. “i look pregnant! what do you mean i always look like this? we’re getting a treadmill or at home gym or whatever i need to get back to how i was. good lord i really let myself go.” he ran a hand across his face while rubbing his stomach and looking in the mirror. then it hit you. “oh my god you fucking idiot, you do realise how much shit you are right? your just bloated.” “bloated? the fuck is that?”. you then spent the next fifteen minutes sitting on the toilet seat explaining what bloating was while he showered.

𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇: i just know baby don’t got teeth that look like a fresh set of veneers. and it’s not like they crazy crooked, just slightly that you barley notice unless you’re up close and stare at his mouth. but because he’s always looking at himself it’s the first thing he sees. this leads to him covering his mouth whenever he laughs and only slightly smirking or lifting his mouth to a small closed lip smile when he’s told to smile. everytime he has to take a picture with his family one of his auntie who’s taking it shouts: “smile issei!” every time. and he always says: “i am though”which leads to his getting pinched in the side by his mother and her telling him: “fucking smile properly before i whoop your ass” through gritted teeth while she smiles brightly herself. he grew to not care as much when, you again, told him you love his smile when he threw his head back instead of covering his mouth when you told him a funny story.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒/𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐒: heavenly i know, but bby doesn’t completely agree. we all know boy thick especially those gorgeously thick thighs! but he just thinks they’re too thick. he’s used to seeing oikawa and makki’s slender ones, so when he stands in front of the mirror in a pair of swim shorts he bought and they’re swinging on his waist but about to rip around his thighs he can feel himself start to tear up. and then, what a suprise, you walk in!

~ start story:)): “ ‘sei! you ready to go, oh are you okay?”. he whips his head around to see you standing in the doorway in the swim set you just bought your self. ‘god you look so good’ he thinks to himself. “uh yeah yeah i’m good just need a few minutes these uh, they don’t fit.” he brings a hand to his face and uses his index finger and thumb to wipe the tears in the corner of his eyes. “oh well then you can just tie the strings, that’s what they’re there for, i told you to go a size down silly”. you stand infront of him and start to tie the strings in the shorts around his waist. “no doll, they aren’t to big, they’re to small look” he motions his head to the way they’re straining around his thighs and he just wants to start crying again. “oh i see, we’ll theres nothing we can do there , is there? we’ll just buy another pair on the way.” how? he thinks. how are you not laughing in his face that his legs are to fat to fit in a pair of shorts that are 2 sizes to big for him? “i know what you’re thinking,” your soft voice breaks him out of his thoughts. “why is she not laughing at me huh? she probably thinks i’m fuckin’ ugly” you do your best to mimic his deep voice but just sound silly trying, making him let out a small laugh. “how many times have i told you how much i adore your legs hm? how many times have i done, such oh so sinful things on them while going on about how much i love them?. to many to count issei. so next time you think all those silly bad thoughts just think of me and every time i tell you nice things about them!”. now he’s definitely crying, but this time over how much your words helped him. and now he feels like a million dollars as he struts across the beach to the three men waiting for you with his neon orange shorts tied around his waist and clinging to his thighs. end story :))~

jesus i forgot about his legs. anyway, all his life he’s been told how ‘lanky he is’ and how long his legs are. this makes him feel like shit really,most of his jeans stop above his anlke so the only type of socks he had is the long ones that he uses to hide his ankles fromm people, making them think he has the perfect size. he’ll never forget the time he spent hours shopping with his mother and trying on countless pairs of trousers for an upcoming wedding that and they stop above his ankle. he feels embarrassed really, seeing the fitter tell him they can just get them custom made, but it’ll cost more plus the original price. watching how distressed his mother gets when he tells her how much it’ll be. he doesn’t want his mother spending that much money on a pair of trousers he’ll wear once so he butts in saying it’s fine and he’ll deal with it by wearing black socks and no one will notice. the same exact problem happens several years later except in his mother’s place is makki along with oikawa and iwa, watching him get fitted for your wedding. he tells himself ‘think of (y/n), think of (y/n) and how much she says she loves your legs’ but it’s hard to when all the other men have no problem finding the perfect suit size. he doesn’t want to pay extra for a custom suit but that’s what it looks like is going to happen.

-end <3

[mrsalwayswrite]

Singing in the Shower (Ragnarssons x Reader)

This is just a silly little one-shot that came to mind that I could not stop thinking about. It got a bit deeper than I planned but oops?

Also my first time writing a Ragnarssons x reader! Please let me know if I did all the brothers justice. Except Bjorn isn’t in here. So its just the sons of Aslaug. Sorry, Bjorn.  

Warnings: some brief mentions of abusive/unhealthy past relationships, reader has some insecurities, the brothers being the best roomies ever but also creepers, like one or two swear words, FLUFFY GOODNESS!!! 

Words: 3700

Tag List: @youbloodymadgenius​

 (picture is from Pinterest. Not mine.)

The sound of laughter echoed around you even before leaving your bedroom. It was a Sunday night so that meant the Lothbrok brothers were all over. A tradition Ubbe started some months ago to make sure the four brothers stayed connected in each other's lives. Every Sunday evening, all of them would congregate in the three bedroom flat you shared with Ubbe and Hvitserk. They would order a stack of pizzas and enough beer to put a pub crawl to shame, and watch movies or play video games until the early morning hours. Only twice had fist fights broken out between Sigurd and Ivar with just a table and a lamp damaged in the process, so Ubbe called it a win. 

 It had only been about a year that you lived with Ubbe and Hvitserk. Sigurd chose to move in with a couple members of the band he played in. Aslaug vehemently refused to let Ivar move out due to his many medical needs that she claimed he could only receive proper attention for at home. In equal parts rebellion and to escape his mother’s suffocating attention, Ivar spent the majority of his free time and nights crashing on the couch at your shared flat. 

 At first, you were hesitant about living with the two brothers, having only known them through friends, but you decided to give it a chance. Within a couple of months, you found the strange dynamics of your shared space and your vastly different relationships with each of the brothers to feel eerily familiar….like being home. 

 Standing at your door, you listened to the brothers for a few moments, smiling broadly as you heard Hvitserk taunting Sigurd about how he was going to beat his ass if he threw another blue shell at him. Meanwhile Ivar was yelling something about the undeniable magic of Yoshi and his winning streak. They must be playing Mario Kart again. 

 It was nice to hear them all getting along. Normally Sunday nights you hung out with your boyfriend to give the brothers privacy, even though all of them repeatedly told you it was unnecessary. That was until last week. You had taken a selfie on your boyfriend's phone and went to set it as his background to surprise him….and found nude pictures of other girls and the dick pics he sent them back. Before you stormed out of his flat, you may have thrown his phone against the wall, pleased when the screen shattered just like your trust. Then you came home and cried to Hvitserk about how you were swearing off men and just wanted to be a spinster for the rest of your life. 

 Word must have spread between the brothers. For the rest of the week, they all offered their support in various ways. Sigurd texted you a few times to check on you and remind you that clearly you were better off without your ex. Ubbe gave you long hugs as if trying to soak the pain out of you, and made sure you were eating and getting out of bed. Hvitserk surprised you with a new sugary treat every day ranging from Oreos to ice cream to chocolate muffins; then you two would cuddle on the couch indulging yourselves while watching movies. Ivar threatened to beat up your now ex-boyfriend for making you cry and take pictures to send to those girls your ex had been texting. You made sure to shut Ivar's idea down quickly but pressed a quick kiss to his cheek and thanked him for offering. You hated your ex, that did not mean you wanted him dead. 

 You pushed away from your door and down the hallway. Popping your head around the corner, you saw the brothers in various positions in the living room, eyes all glued to the TV and the race happening on-screen. 

 "I'm gonna shower." You announced, receiving grunts of affirmations as they were too focused to fully acknowledge you. Smiling at their antics, you headed into the bathroom, shutting the door and starting the shower up. Once the water was at the perfect temperature, you stripped and jumped in. Of course, once the mixture of hot water and steam helped you relax, you started singing to yourself, letting the worries of the day fade away for just a moment as the words flowed from your lips and echoed off the shower stall walls like your own little stage. 

 Unbeknownst to you, as soon as the bathroom door shut and the sound of water running could be heard, the volume on the TV was muted. 

 Ivar, surprisingly, was the first one to overhear your singing. He had come over to crash for a few hours after his latest doctor appointment and to work on an assignment for a University class. The bathroom door somehow had not fully latched when you closed it, cracking open while you were in the shower….and you started singing. Ivar sat stunned on the couch at the voice slipping out of the bathroom like a siren's song. He remained there, transfixed as you sang some song he had never heard but he could feel in his chest. Once you stopped singing and the shower turned off, he quickly jumped up and hobbled over to silently shut the door, slightly embarrassed by the idea of you catching him listening in to your shower singing. 

 Later that day after you headed out to work, Ivar asked Ubbe and Hvitserk if they had heard you sing yet. Both of them denied ever hearing you sing. When asked if he knew anything, Sigurd was upset, having asked you on multiple nights to go to a karaoke bar with him and some friends. You always refused by saying you sounded Iike a beached whale. 

 Ubbe was next to overhear. He was walking by the bathroom on the way to the kitchen when he heard your voice drifting from underneath the bathroom door. Feeling like a creeper but curiosity winning out, he pressed his ear to the bathroom door to listen better. To say he had been shocked was an understatement. Sure, he had heard Ivar praise your voice, but he figured his youngest brother was exaggerating. It made him wonder why you never sang in front of others. 

 A silent pact was made between the brothers that they would never share the information of your singing with anyone outside the four of them….and whenever you jumped in the shower, whoever was the closest would go and crack the bathroom door open so they could hear you better. 

 This time was no different. 

 Sigurd was closest, so after Ubbe paused the game, he jumped up and silently cracked open the door so your beautiful voice could flow out. The game picked back up but remained on mute so they could hear you. The first song you serenaded them with was Walk Me Home by Pink. Apparently, one of your new favorites since you sang it so often. Next was Someone Like You by Adele. By the third song, the brothers had abandoned the game and were solely focused on you and the raw emotion bleeding from your voice. This time you started to sing Someone You Loved by Lewis Capaldi.  

 Ubbe spoke up, keeping his voice quiet just in case you could hear them, however unlikely. "Has she said anything about her ex lately?"

 "Not to me." Hvitserk answered first. "I thought she was doing fine."

 "Just because she's not crying all the time doesn't mean she's fine." Ivar retorted harshly, never removing his eyes from the direction of the bathroom. After a moment, he got up and hobbled towards the bathroom. 

 "Ivar…. Ivar, what are you doing?" Ubbe hissed but was ignored. 

 As quiet as possible, Ivar walked into the bathroom and sat on the toilet lid; your singing managed to cover the sounds of his movement. As he rolled his head to the side, it was to find his brothers had followed him with varying expressions ranging from concern to amusement. 

 Normally you did not spend so long in the shower but today you decided to spoil yourself. You had been doing well all week but this morning you were scrolling through your Instagram and happened to stumble upon a picture of your ex with a new girl, smiling happily and kissing at a restaurant…. the day after you broke up. And seeing them together felt like it ripped a tear into the slowly healing pieces of your heart. 

 Instead of going out like you planned to do, you laid in bed all-day binge-watching movies and feeling like an idiot. So in the shower you took extra time pampering yourself, using a deep conditioner in your hair, shaving everywhere and just letting the hot water cascade down your skin and loosen the tense muscles. 

 At this point you were feeling a little better and decided it was best not to waste any more water. You turned the water off, running your hands down your body to get as much excess water off, before you reached for your towel. Grabbing the plush towel hanging on the rack, you quickly dried your hair and wrapped the towel around your body before pulling the curtain back….

 Only to shriek as you realized you were not alone in the bathroom. 

 "What? What are you guys doing?" You demanded, eyes frantically darting between the four brothers.

 Ivar sat on the toilet lid; head tilted as he watched you with a peculiar expression on his face. Hvitserk leaned against the sink, eyes darting from your towel-clad body to the floor then back up. Ubbe and Sigurd stood in the doorway, both looking the least comfortable but still not moving. 

 "We, ah, we were…. well, we are concerned for you." Ubbe said, rubbing the back of his neck. 

 "Concerned?" You asked incredulously. 

 Ivar ignored your question. "Is this about your ex? Want me to pay him a visit?"

 "What are you talking about?"

 "Your singing. They were sad songs." Sigurd answered, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. 

 Heat flooded your face. You dropped your head, staring at the bathroom floor as you clutched the towel closer to your body. Honestly, the idea of them hearing your singing was far more humiliating than them seeing you naked at this point. "You…. you heard me…. singing?"

 "Y/n, are you OK? You know you can tell us anything." Hvitserk said, trying to meet your eye. 

 "Um, can…. can we talk about this when…. when I'm not naked?" 

 "Of course. Come on, brothers." Ubbe quickly agreed, tapping the door as if to signal. He and Sigurd walked away first. Only when you finally met Hvitserk's eye did he push off the sink and head out but not before giving you a flirty wink. 

 "Ivar…."

 He slouched back, folding his hands behind his head. "I'm quite comfortable here."

 "Oh gods, please, Ivar." You begged, almost on the verge of tears. 

 He stared at you a long moment before pushing himself to his feet. "Don't think you're getting out of this."

 "Ok."

 Appeased, he made his way out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. 

 Once alone, you stepped out of the shower only to drop onto the toilet lid and place your head in your hands. Your chest heaved and your eyes stung as you fought back the tears that threatened to fall. Today was bad enough and now this. It had to be something out of a nightmare. Your own personal hell. 

 When you finally composed yourself, you quickly changed into your comfiest sweats and tank top. You wished you could make a run for your room, anything to avoid the impending conversation but you knew the brothers would follow, they were all stubborn and persistent when they wanted to be. 

 With a deep breath, you stepped out of the bathroom and towards the living room. What hushed disagreement the brothers were clearly having abruptly ended when they noticed you. Awkwardly you remained standing, unsure where to sit. The only open spots were on the couch between Hvitserk and Ivar or one of the recliners as Ubbe sat in the other one. Sigurd reclined on the rocker gaming chair on the floor. 

 Averting your eyes, you started towards the open recliner only to have a strong arm snake around your waist as you passed by and pulled you onto the couch. You squeaked as you suddenly found yourself perched on Ivar's lap. Somewhere you had certainly never been before. 

 "Where do you think you're going?" He asked, a cocky grin spread across his face. 

 "Um, over there." You nodded your head towards the other open spot. 

 "No, you're sitting here now."

 "Stop hogging her, brother." Hvitserk reached over and dragged you off Ivar. Somehow you ended up with your back against Hvitserk's side, his arm slung around you and your legs across Ivar's lap, him slowly running his hand up and down them. 

 Ubbe raised an eyebrow at the three of you. "Are you done yet?"

 "I thought we were just fine but I guess Hvitty had other plans." Ivar snarked, rolling his eyes. 

 "We're good now." Hvitserk said with a cheesy smile, making you giggle. 

 "So how are you really doing, y/n?" Ubbe asked, staring at you with those knowing blue eyes. 

 "Um, I'm alright. Today was just…. rough." At the four questioning looks, you quickly explained about what you found this morning on Instagram. 

 Ivar slapped the armrest of the couch. "I'm beating his ass now and nothing you say can stop me."

 You snagged his other hand that was still on your leg and clasped it, as if that alone could diminish his deadly intent. "Please don't. He's not worth it. I just…. I just want to move on. Ok?"

 He grumbled, but eventually gripped your hand and gave it a single squeeze in acknowledgement. 

 Now here was the part that petrified you; but you needed to know. 

 "Um, how…. how long have…. was this your first time?" Your words stumbled out, making you cringe at how ineloquent it was. 

 "What are you talking about?" Sigurd drawled; one foot propped up so he slowly rocked in the gaming chair.  

 You licked your lips, your mouth suddenly dry. You dropped your gaze, as you whispered your answer. "My….my singing."

 "What? You sound bloody brilliant! The others have heard you more than me but you always sound amazing!" Sigurd exclaimed, a beaming smile on his face. "I don't know why you haven't gone out with me before! Oh! I'd love for you to try and sing in my band, we could use an amazing vocalist like you! Gods, we could get way more gigs with a beautiful woman like you upfront singing."

 Soon as Sigurd started talking, you covered your face with your hands. The tears you managed to repress earlier flooded back. Your shoulders hunched over, cowering into yourself at the revelation. They had all heard you. Apparently more than just this one time. It was mortifying. Long ago you stopped singing in front of others, no longer able to face the ridicule, the degrading comments always thrown your way. And now, these brothers that you had become so close to…. if they said anything negative towards you right now, you were sure your heart would fully break and no lyric would ever pass your lips again. 

 Hvitserk shifted behind you, turning you so he could wrap both arms around your waist and place his cheek against the side of your head. "Y/n, talk to us." 

 You shook your head, the barely suppressed tears and poisoned words clogging your throat. 

 Abruptly, a pair of calloused hands grabbed yours, forcing them away from your face. You were immediately met by a pair of piercing blue eyes, only inches from your face. 

 "Whose ass am I killing now? Huh?" Ivar demanded in a low, menacing tone. Between his tone and the fury burning in his eyes, you knew he meant his question, and that sent a nervous chill down your spine. 

 "It's not…. it’s nothing."

 "Bullshit." Ivar spat. 

 Hvitserk nuzzled your temple, his voice lighter but still with an edge of steel in it. "I agree with Ivar. Something happened."

 Biting your bottom lip, you closed your eyes. There were a few things that were just too painful to talk about and this one, they had unknowingly stumbled upon. 

 "Was it your mother?"

 Your eyes flew open, your head snapped over to stare at Ubbe in shock. He met your gaze unflinchingly, and somehow you knew he already figured at least part of it out. He accidentally overheard a phone conversation between you and your mother one time and once you got off the phone, he immediately pulled you into a bone-crushing hug and promised you never had to see her again if you never wanted to, that they would take care of you. Of course, you cried all over him after he promised that. 

 Ubbe leaned forward in the recliner, placing his elbows on his knees, gaze still intent on you. "What did she do?"

 "She…. she hated when I sang. Said I was just desperate for attention. That I needed to just shut up. That no one would want to listen to me anyway. If she ever caught me singing…. once she duct-taped my mouth shut."

 You could hear the gasps at your confession, followed by a round of curses. Hvitserk pressed a kiss to your temple, tightening his hold on you. Ivar squeezed your hands, still holding them within his own. 

 Ubbe nodded as if not surprised. He ran a hand down his face and sighed before stealing your gaze once again. "I have a feeling she wasn't the only one to hurt you."

 At this point, a silent tear trekked down your cheek. You sniffled, dropping your gaze down. "I had an ex who used to make fun of my singing. He used to say 'at least you're pretty'. When we would ride together listening to music, he would tell me to stop singing and 'leave it to the professionals'. At some point, it just….it was better to not sing in front of anyone. So I only sang in the shower cause I thought no one would hear me."

 Hvitserk turned your head, looking into your eyes. "Baby, listen to me. Your singing is incredible. We all love listening to you sing. Please don't be embarrassed about this with us."

 "I'd love for you to walk around the house singing, I could happily listen to that all day." Ubbe said, a tender smile on his lips. 

 "I second that!" 

 "Sig, you're only here on Sundays." Ubbe glanced over at his brother. 

 Sigurd shrugged. "So? I could listen to her sing all day. Maybe she should move in with me and actually be appreciated."

 "No! You're not stealing her from us!" Hvitserk said, practically cradling you against him, like a puppy afraid to lose its favorite toy.

 "It's not stealing if she wants to go!" 

 Ivar butted in. "I am more interested in this other shitty ex and mother...can I find them?"

 "No, Ivar. You have to stop threatening people."

 "Why?" He whined at you, tugged on your hands, your legs still across his lap. "You won't let me teach them a lesson so all I can do is threaten."

 "Also sounds like you have terrible taste in guys. Anymore shitty exes we should know about?" Sigurd asked, rocking his chair. 

 You figured at this point you were spilling all your dirty secrets so what was one more. "Um, I was talking to this one guy but when he found out I moved in here, he called me a whore for moving in with two brothers and told me I was a waste of his time." You softly admitted, having made sure none of them ever heard about that after it happened. 

 For a moment there was dead silence then….

 "I'm going to need his name right now." Ubbe said, malice dripping off every word. 

 "Yeah! Let's cut his tongue out! See what he says about that!" Ivar cheered. 

 You could not stop the laughter that came out. The idea that these brothers got so worked up over anyone that ever insulted or hurt you was both sweet and slightly infuriating, but mostly sweet. No one had ever cared about you as strongly as these four brothers. 

 "It's fine now. How about this? Next guy to hurt me, I promise I'll give you his name."

 "No! I want to cut this asshole's tongue out. Maybe slap him with it after!" Ivar smiled with a pure predatory look. 

 "I think you should just date one of us." Sigurd shrugged, watching everyone with a smirk. "Then you know he'd treat you right."

 "I like this idea." Hvitserk smiled, squeezing you lightly. "We would romance the hell out of you."

 "You guys are being silly. I don't even know what romance would look like." You giggled at the absurd idea. All the brothers were gorgeous in their own ways and could pick up any girl they wanted, why would they want you? Besides, your relationships were just platonic. "Is the interrogation over now? Want me to leave so you can get back to your game?"

 "Nope, you're stuck here." Ivar said, leaning on you now so you were sandwiched between the two brothers. 

 Ubbe chuckled. "We've told you before, you are welcome to hang out with us. Why don't we put in a movie?"

 After many arguments and some mild threats, a movie was finally chosen. You settled against Hvitserk, facing the TV, as you played with Ivar's hair, his head now in your lap. 

 As you watched the movie, you missed the silent conversation between the brothers happening around you. It was decided that your next boyfriend would certainly be one of them and in the meantime, they were all going to romance the hell out of you and make sure you understood how important and incredible you are. 

 Starting with making sure you sang whenever you wanted. 

[engie-ivy]

I've written a part two for this fic! Read part one here.

What Chance Do I Have?

Regulus has agreed to tutor a classmate in statistics, but quickly comes to regret his life choices when the only chance the guy seems interested in, is the chance of getting to snog Regulus’ older brother.

“You want to snog my brother!” Regulus points his pen accusingly in Remus’ direction.

Remus huffs and straightens his back. “In my defence, your brother is very snogable!”

Part one: Crushin'

Part two: Fallin'

What Chance Do I Have? Part two: Fallin'

Dating Sirius Black is like a dream. No, a fantasy. A teenage fantasy of summer romance.

Dating Sirius Black is sneaking up to his room after Remus’ tutoring sessions and snog for hours on his bed. Dating Sirius Black is hurrying outside when his motorcycle pulls up, while Remus’ mum throws him a worrying look. Dating Sirius Black is Remus’ arms tightly wrapped around his waist while sitting on the back of his motorcycle. Dating Sirius Black is driving up a hill to watch the sunset and wearing his leather jacket when Remus gets cold. Dating Sirius Black is eating take-out pizza in the park late at night with him teaching Remus the constellations. Dating Sirius Black is skinny dipping in the lake at midnight. Dating Sirius Black feels like homecoming and an adventure, an obsession and an escape, too much and never enough.

Also, Remus’ statistics are actually going better. Regulus has given up on banning Sirius from their tutoring sessions. Sirius would just go outside to do all sorts of distracting activities in front of the window, like watering the plants in just his swimming trunks (“What the hell are you doing? We have a gardener! You haven’t watered a plant in your life!”), washing his motorcycle (“If you want to wash that thing, at least pour more water on your motorcycle than over yourself!), or doing his stretches (“What muscles are you even trying to stretch? You’re just standing there bend over. Get your arse away from the window!”). After Regulus sending Sirius away, Remus would go to the toilet and disappear for twenty minutes.

Regulus eventually allowed Sirius to stay, when Sirius came up with the idea of rewarding Remus for each good answer with a kiss, which remarkably improved his performance. Except for one instance where Remus had solved a particularly difficult problem and Sirius had gotten a bit carried away in his reward (the hoisting Remus up on the table throwing the statistics book on the floor-kind of carried away), and Regulus had muttered something about rinsing his eyes with bleach, it was a good arrangement for everyone.

Today, Remus is having drinks with a few girls from his class, Mary McDonald, Marlene McKinnon and Lily Evans. They had apparently taken a liking to him and decided to befriend him, which Remus still finds surprising. Lily Evans and her boyfriend James Potter are the school’s it-couple, and the most popular people in school.

Remus and the girls have gathered for brunch, and some much-needed catch up-time.

“How’ve you been, Remus?” Marlene asks, sipping her tea. “Hardly seen you since the summer hols started.”

“I’ve been good. Keeping myself busy.”

“Ah, right,” Lily says. “You’ve been having those tutoring sessions with Regulus. How’s that going?”

“Yes.” Mary not-so-subtly steaks a pancake from Marlene’s plate. “How are you bearing spending beautiful summer days in the stuffy Black manor?”

“It’s not that bad.” Remus does his very best to sound casual, but he can’t help the corners of his mouth curling slightly upwards thinking about some of the times spent in the Black manor.

“Oh oh,” Mary says, staring at him with a piercing gaze. “Look at his face.”

“Ah, yes,” Marlene says. “I see.”

“Maybe it’s just the heat?” Lily suggests weakly.

“No,” Mary says decidedly, shaking her head. “The combination of a blush like that and the dreamy look in his eyes can only have one explanation.” She points her fork accusingly in Remus’ direction, pancake pieces flying through the air. “You’ve met Sirius Black!”

Remus tries to look unaffected and calmly meets her gaze. “I may have seen him around.”

Marlene leans forward resting her head on her hand. “So he still looks like that, huh?”

“He does Marlene,” Remus replies, forgetting about seeming unaffected. “He really does, and I was very unprepared.”

Mary chuckles. “Some things there’s no preparing for.”

“It doesn’t matter what he looks like,” Lily interjects, looking at Remus pointedly. “You cannot start being friends with Sirius Black!”

Remus rolls his eyes. “I haven’t started being friends with Sirius Black.”

Lily lets out a relieved breath and takes a sip of her tea.

“I’vestarteddatingSiriusBlack,” Remus murmurs in one breath.

Lily spits out her tea, Marlene drops her fork with a clatter, and Mary actually shrieks.

“What?” Lily coughs, dapping her chin with her napkin.

“You… are dating… Sirius Black?” Marlene asks, stunned.

Mary just stares at Remus with something like awe.

Remus shrugs. “We kind of clicked.”

“Dating Sirius Black,” Mary whispers. “Many have tried, and many have failed.”

“Including you,” Marlene says to Mary.

Mary sighs wistfully. “I should’ve taken tutoring sessions with Regulus.”

Marlene whacks her over the head. “I’m pretty sure Sirius Black’s type is cute, freckled guys with big eyes and floppy hair. Not whoever his little brother happens to be tutoring at the time.”

“You shouldn’t be dating Sirius Black!” Lily points her finger accusingly in Remus’ direction. “That guy cannot be trusted! He’s bad news, Remus.”

Remus arches an eyebrow. “He has been nothing but respectful towards me, and has never given me a reason not to trust him.”

“Well, maybe you don’t actually know him that well,” Lily retorts.

“I’ll find that out for myself then, won’t I?” Irritation seeps through in Remus’ voice. “I’m very much capable of making my own decisions.”

“You are,” Lily replies. “If you were making those decisions with your brain and not some other body part.”

“I’m afraid I have to agree with Lily, Remus,” Marlene says hesitantly. “I think you can’t see that Sirius Black is no good for you.”

“Yeah,” even Mary chimes in. “While I know it’s easy to get distracted by that hair, and those eyes, and that smile, and those shoulders, and that arse- wait, what was I saying again?”

Marlene whacks Mary over her head.

“Look, I’m not just dating him because he’s a walking definition of physical perfection,” Remus says. “He’s so clever, and he’s always doing nice things for me, he actually listens to what I say, and he always makes me laugh…”

“Oh god.” Lily is staring at him with a horrified expression on her face. “You’re falling in love with him!”

Remus can feel his cheeks reddening, but he refuses to look away and stares back defiantly. “If I was, I’d be none of your business.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt, Remus!”

“I appreciate your concern,” Remus says cooly. “But that’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

“Fine,” Lily scoffs. “If he does break your heart and you need a shoulder to cry on, you know where to find me. And whatever you do, do not mention him in front of-”

“Hi, Lilyflower!”

“James!” Lily shrieks, whirling around in her chair and her voice sounding three octaves higher than usual. “Hello. Hi. How do you do? Fancy seeing you here.”

James gives her a funny look. “You mean where we agreed I’d meet you to give you back your car keys? Thanks again for letting me borrow your car, by the way.”

“Oh, right. Silly me,” Lily says with a very unnatural chuckle, as James places the keys in her hand.

James glances around the table suspiciously. “What were you talking about?”

“School,” Lily says, at the same time Marlene says “the weather”, and Mary says “cows”.

James looks at Remus, but he looks just as confused as James is.

“Alright then…” James says. “Well, sorry for interrupting your school-wheather-cow discussion.” He bends to give Lily a kiss on her cheek. “See you tonight, babe.”

“Yes, toodles!” Lily says, and James gives her an amused look before walking away.

Lily slumps in her chair.

“I think that went pretty well,” Mary says.

Marlene whacks her over the head. “Cows?”

“I panicked!”

Remus arches an eyebrow and leans forward in his chair towards Lily. “Care to tell me why I can’t mention Sirius to James?”

Lily sighs. “Back when Sirius Black was still in our class, he and James were best friends.”

“More than best friends,” Marlene adds. “Like brothers. Platonic soulmates.”

“You never saw one without the other,” Mary chimes in. “They were on the football team together, sat next to each other in class, were always pranking the teachers together.”

Marlene snickers. “The teachers always said ‘PotterandBlack’ in one breath.”

“Well, yeah,” Lily says. “But then Black started skipping grades, and I don’t know, he must’ve thought he was too good for James suddenly. He just stopped hanging out with him, quitted the football team and didn’t speak to James anymore.”

“That’s rough,” Remus frowns. “Without giving any explanation?”

Mary nods sadly. “It was a though time for James.”

“It really threw him off,” Lily agrees. “It was hard to see.”

“I thought you said you hated James back then?” Remus asks.

“Nah, she didn’t,” Mary replies.

Marlene smirks. “Unless it was in a ‘I hate James Potter and his stupid face, with his stupidly sexy hair and that stupidly cute grin, and those horribly pretty eyes and outrageously broad shoulders’.”

“Anyway,” Lily says pointedly, her cheeks flushed. “The point is that you deserve better, Remus. Someone who treats people as if they’re disposable is obviously no boyfriend-material.”

Remus thinks about it for a moment. “Alright,” he eventually says. “I’ll admit that I see where you’re coming from, but still. I have to make my own judgment from my own experience with Sirius.”

“I respect that,” Lily replies, only a tad reluctantly. “All I ask is for you to be on your guard.”

Remus walks home with Marlene, who’s going in the same direction.

“How are you going to handle it, though?” Marlene asks. “I mean, it must be stuck in your head, the question what Sirius Black’s deal was with that whole thing with James?”

“It is,” Remus replies. “But I’ve come up with an ingenious plan to find out.”

“Which is?” Marlene asks.

“Out-of-the-box as it may be,” Remus says. “I’ll go up to Sirius and ask him ‘what was your deal with that whole thing with James?’.”

Marlene grins. “I can see Sirius Black didn’t just like you for your pretty face!”

“Oh Marls,” Remus throws an arm around her shoulders. “You forget that he met me while I was doing statistics.”

Marlene throws her head back and laughs. “I take it back! It was definitely your pretty face!”

Remus decides to go and see Sirius that very evening. They didn’t make any plans, but Remus figures he can always check if he’s home. He walks up to the Black manor and knocks. After a few moments, an anxious looking Regulus opens the door, only slightly.

“What are you doing here?” Regulus hisses, the moment he recognizes Remus.

Remus is about to answer, when a woman’s shrill voice sounds from the living room.

“You ungrateful brat! After everything we’ve done for you, you’ll choose to shame us?”

Remus blinks, and Regulus looks over his shoulder and then back to Remus.

“This is not a good time,” he tells Remus. “You should leave, quickly!”

A man’s heavy voice now comes through. “You’re embarrassing yourself. And worse, you’re embarrassing your family. I’m starting to doubt whether you’re even worthy of being our son.”

Suddenly, Sirius bursts out the living room, pushes the front door further open, and stalks out into the street. He’s walking fast, jaw tight, and eyes fixed on the floor. He doesn’t even register that he walked right past Remus.

Regulus makes a move as if to follow him, but then the woman’s voice sounds again. “Regulus! Regulus Black, where are you? You get over here immediately. I will not have you talk to your brother!”

Regulus looks terribly conflicted between hurrying after Sirius and making sure his parents don’t freak out more.

“I can go after him,” Remus offers in a quiet whisper. “Then you can deal with your parents.”

Regulus nods gratefully, before disappearing back into the house.

Remus finds Sirius sitting on some steps not far from the house, his head in his hands. He looks up at Remus’ approaching footsteps and startles.

“What… what are you doing here?”

“I came to see you. I was at the door.”

Sirius shakes his head. “I didn’t even see…”

Remus smiles. “I noticed.”

“Did you hear…?”

“Only some bits.” Remus sits down one step above Sirius and threads his fingers through his hair. “Wanna talk about it?”

Sirius shrugs. “I told my parents I was thinking about becoming a veterinarian instead of a doctor. I thought they’d might be okay with it, as it’s still a medical profession, not too much of a deviation from their plan, but apparently veterinarian is ‘an inferior profession much below their status’ and I am ‘selfish, stubborn and ungrateful to even consider it’.”

“I’m sorry,” Remus says softly.

Sirius sighs. “Yeah. I’m just sick of it, you know? Sick of trying to live up to their expectations instead of my own.”

“Is that also why you stopped being friends with James?” Remus asks hesitantly.

“I ruined my friendship with James for the same reason I’ve ruined each good thing I’ve had in my life,” Sirius replies bitterly. “My bloody parents.”

Remus stays silent, and after a moment, Sirius continues.

“They said I couldn’t become a doctor if I kept wasting my time on playing football and acting childish with immature people. Being a dumb fifteen-year-old, I believed them, and considering the option of not becoming a doctor never even occurred to me. It was the plan they had set out for me since the day I was born, it was a given.” Sirius turns his head to look at Remus. “Did James tell you?”

Remus shakes his head. “I heard from others.”

“Right,” Sirius looks away again, but Remus can still see the pained expression in his eyes. “I knew that. Regulus already told me James never even mentions me anymore.”

“Well, you’ve never given him a reason,” Remus says. “James is a good person-”

“He’s the best,” Sirius immediately says.

“Right. If you had just explained the situation to him?”

“I know,” Sirius sighs. “But James was like… the height of cool, and I had somehow managed to convince everyone I was the same. I just couldn’t bear the embarrassment of telling him it was because my mommy said no, so I took the cowardice approach. I just stopped talking to him. I regretted it soon after, but by then I was convinced he already hated me, and it seemed futile to make him hate me again for a different reason.” Sirius runs a hand through his hair. “Now I regret ending the friendship in the first place. Hanging out, playing football, pulling pranks… Life was fun back then, you know?” Sirius looks down at the stone pavement. “Life hasn’t been fun in a while.”

“It’s supposed to be!” Remus says. “Especially at our age. Life’s supposed to be fun.”

“I mean, life was fun these past weeks with you, but those years in between…” Sirius shrugs.

Remus moves down a step and takes Sirius’ hand in his. “Look at me, Sirius. You deserve to play football and pull pranks, to become a veterinarian and live life according to your own expectations, and you deserve to have fun!”

Sirius just stares at him, his eyes seeming glassy.

Remus, suddenly feeling awkward, drops Sirius’ hand. “So, I don’t expect I’ll be meeting the parents any time soon?” Remus meant it as a joke to lighten the mood, especially since he and Sirius aren’t even officially together, but Sirius looks at him intently.

“If you want me to tell them about you, I will.”

“What?” Remus asks, bewildered. “They’ll kill you!”

Sirius shrugs. “Most likely.” And Remus hates the casual certainty in which he says it, and he hates even more that he’s not sure if Sirius means it in a manner of speaking.

“But I want you to know I’m not ashamed of you.”

“I appreciate it, really,” Remus says. “But I don’t want you doing anything stupid for my sake!”

“But Remus,” Sirius says. “Isn’t that the foundation of our relationship? Me doing stupid things for your sake?”

Remus chuckles. “Perhaps, but this is not something that needs doing for my sake! I don’t mind. Well, I mind for as much as that I whish you had decent parents whose heads aren’t so far up their arses, but I don’t mind for my sake.” Remus smirks. “I think it’s kind of hot, actually. Our romance being-” He lowers his voice to a husky whisper. “forbidden.”

Sirius snorts. “You’re insane.” But he’s smiling again, so Remus considers it an absolute win.

“I mean it! We’re like Romeo and Julliet!”

Sirius raises his eyebrows. “You do know their romance lasted five days and six people died?”

Remus shrugs. “We can break that record.”

Sirius raises his eyebrows even further.

“Oh, god, for the number of days! Not the number of deaths! I don’t want anyone to die for our romance! Although, if some tragedy were to befall your parents…”

“Remus!”

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!”

Sirius shakes his head, but Remus likes to think it is the fond sort of headshake. His suspicion is confirmed when Sirius cups his face between his hands and strokes Remus’ cheeks with his thumbs.

“You’re insane, Remus Lupin,” he says softly. “And I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Part one

[saeyoungchoismaid]

Valentine’s Sux

Pairing: Solomon x f!reader Genre: angst, fluff, vague nsfw themes Warnings: I think just choking- Summary: You get into a fight with your boyfriend, Solomon, on Valentine’s Day Word Count: 4.6k A/N: As some of you might have saw, I want to try and be more inclusive to readers who often feel excluded from x reader works. Since this is so long and I’m honestly too lazy to read through all of this, I did word searches and I’m hoping I got rid of all of the things like “she blushed red” and whatnot. If you do still see something like that, please let me know! I want EVERYONE to feel included and happy reading my work! Thank you and enjoy!

As if February ain't cold enough You had to go and break my heart

Your face is freezing from the tears cooling on your face from the chilly air and you wouldn’t be surprised if your lips are blue. You can feel your heart growing a size smaller, or is that the feeling of it breaking? You’re not too sure but it’s not like it really matters. Either way, your chest hurts and your body feels heavy.

How could this even happen? Things weren’t supposed to go like that. Especially on Valentine’s Day. The day that’s supposed to be full of love and romance. Now, all you feel is sick to your stomach and tired. 

I made six reservations just in case of cancellations But I guess we could eat dinner apart

Six reservations. You wanted to be able to have a nice dinner with him, but lord forbid you’re extra cautious. You picked his favorite restaurants instead of yours, and for what? For him to shout that you’re being dramatic. Now, you’re going to have to call all of those places and tell them you have to cancel. That’s an embarrassment you’d rather not face but know it’s the polite thing to do. It’s not like they’d know about you and your boyfriend’s fight. 

You walk into the House of Lamentation with a sigh, feeling angry and embarrassed that you’re back here. You had already told all of the guys that you wouldn’t be coming home tonight, sitting through all of their teasings because you knew it’d be worth it in the end. 

It was the exact opposite of that. 

Unluckily, literally all of the brothers are here. You just want to put all of this crap away and go to bed. You walk into the kitchen to find Beelzebub eating from a container from last night’s dinner, a happy smile on his face. 

The way you stared when I bought you that big bear I could tell you were kind of disturbed But my kind acts of kindness can we put this all behind us Have you tried the chocolate mints they're superb

You keep your head down as you toss the chocolates onto the counter before shoving the dumb, stuffed bear into the trash. Beel pauses his munching to watch you plunge the innocent bear as deep into the trash as it could go. He sets the container down and slowly starts to move towards you. 

“(Y/n)?” he says softly, pressing his hand gently to the top of your back. “Are you alright?” 

That stupid question. 

And just like that, you're a sobbing mess in Beel’s arms. His eyes are wide as you squeeze him tightly, crying right into his shirt. He’s instantly sad because you are, his heart aching at the thought of you even being upset. 

“Shh, it’s alright, (Y/n). Let it all out. It’s okay,” he soothes, rubbing your back and the back of your head. You do as he says, letting out sob after sob into his strong chest. Your loud bawling, of course, attracts the attention of the other brothers. They all come into the kitchen worried like the mother hens they are.

“What happened?” 

“Is (Y/n) okay?” 

“Do I need to get my knife?”

“Please tell me those are happy tears.” 

“Is (Y/n) hurt?” 

“Everyone stop,” you groan, pulling away from Beel to wipe at your face. Asmo is quick to hand you some tissues, a quiet ‘thank you’ leaving your lips as you take them. You clean up your face while the brothers continue to throw questions at you and Beel.  

“Solomon and I had a fight, okay?” you shout over them, feeling fresh tears well up in your eyes. Everyone goes silent at that, staring as you start to cry again. 

Can't believe we're through but I guess it's really true Valentine's sux without you

Now everyone is beyond confused since this morning you were so excited to go see Solomon and spend the night with him. You told them about all your gifts and plans, a glow in your eyes all day until lunch when you finally got to see Solomon. After that, they left you two alone and went about their day. 

So, how did that end up with you two fighting?

“Yeah, I’ll go get my knife,” Belphie says as he starts to walk out of the kitchen before Lucifer stops him. 

Valentine's sux without you Ahhhhhh, it sucks

You basically skip through the halls with a bright smile, your heart racing as you look for Solomon. You giggle each time you think of his reaction to your gifts. He had told you prior to today that he didn’t want you getting him anything. As if you were going to listen to your handsome boyfriend and not get him anything though. 

You beam brighter than the sun when you finally do spot Solomon, quickly making your way towards him. “(Y/n)! I made you a cake pop!” Luke squeals happily when he sees you. You smile warmly at him and gratefully take the offered heart-shaped cake pop. 

“Awe, thank you, Luke! I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything!” you say as you pull him into a hug. He giggles and shakes his head, accepting and returning the hug without hesitation. 

“Don’t apologize, silly! You already have a Valentine!” he replies as he pulls away, looking over at Solomon. Solomon stares back at him before looking down to your hand holding the cake pop. 

“Well, that is true,” you say softly, giggling along with him. You go to greet your boyfriend when Simeon speaks up next. 

“Here you go, (Y/n). Happy Valentine’s day,” the angel says sweetly. You look to his hands to find a card and a small box. You raise your brow as you gently put the cake pop into your bag before taking it from him. You open the card first, smiling when a baby cupid pops out. You read the little note that he and Luke wrote, cooing softly. 

“Awe, you guys are the sweetest!” you whine, pulling Simeon into a hug. He chuckles and returns it before pulling away after a couple of seconds. 

“You have to open the box too.” 

“Hm? Oh!” you open up the box to see crudely made chocolates. You gasp and quickly eat one with excitement. “This is so good!” you gasp. 

Simeon blushes and looks away from you as he rubs the back of his neck. “Thank you. Luke wanted me to give you more than just a ‘lousy card,’ so he forced me to make the chocolates,” he gushes. You smile warmly at him and eat another one of the chocolates. 

“Well, you did great! They’re delicious! Thank you!” After you say this, you turn to look at Solomon, feeling your face warm up just looking at him. 

“We’ll catch you two later,” Simeon says before leading Luke and himself away from you both. You wave at them before turning to look at Solomon, placing Simeon’s chocolates into your bag. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” you say softly, offering him the bear and chocolates. His brows furrow down at you, remaining silent for a moment as he looks you over.

“Where did you get that stuff?” he asks, not reaching his arms out to take the gifts. Not giving you a kiss. Nothing. 

Your brows furrow now, looking down at the objects in your hands. “Um, I went to the store to get the be-”

“No, not that. The necklace, the candy bracelet, and the rest of that crap.” You pause at this, your hands pulling your gifts for him back towards your chest. You move the bear under your arm to use your hand to touch the necklace. You forgot it was even there. 

“Oh, Lucifer got it for me,” you explain before removing your hand to look at your wrist, “and Levi gave me the candy bracelet.” You watch him frown and cross his arms over his chest. 

“Let me guess, all of the brothers gave you something?” he asks, sneering a bit as he says it.

You pull back from him as if he burned you, surprised at his tone. “Um, yes,” you mumble honestly, nervously looking down at your gifts. 

“And what did the other foul demons get you?” he seethes. Your jaw drops at this, your heart starting to beat fast for another reason. 

“Foul? Why would you say that? Solomon, why are you acting like this?” you reply quickly. He scoffs and rolls his eyes a bit. 

“Tell me what the other brothers got you,” he demands. You roll your eyes right back at him and huff, showing your annoyance. 

“Asmo got me beauty products, Beel made me desserts, Mammon got me flowers, Satan got me a book and a movie, and Belphie got me stuffed animals,” you snap, wanting to cross your arms over your chest as well but deciding not to. 

Just remain calm. 

Solomon doesn’t think remaining calm is a good idea though, which is very unlike him. 

“Products? Desserts? Flowers? Book and movie? Animals? They all got you more than one thing,” he snaps right back, his voice deeper than usual. 

You take a deep breath and force a smile, trying to soothe the situation. “Their gifts don’t matter as much as yours does. Happy Valentine’s Day. By the way, I made reservations at a couple different rest-” you start softly, offering him the gifts again before he cuts you off. 

“I didn’t get you anything and I told you that I didn’t want you to give me anything. Why did you make more than one reservation? You’re being dramatic,” he says with little to no emotion before walking away. 

You gape at his back and look down at the chocolate box and stuffed bear. Your eyes start to water as you quickly run to the restroom, dashing into a stall to hide there. 

You hide out there until the bell rings to signal that lunch is over. You wipe at your face with toilet paper before leaving the stall. You then walk over to the mirror and look at your reflection, grabbing paper towels to wipe at your face once more. 

“Stupid Solomon. Stupid Valentine’s Day,” you grumble to yourself as you try to make yourself presentable, knowing good and well that you’re going to be late to class. 

Now I sit at my desk at my low-class job Everybody's got flowers on theirs

When you do reach the class, your teacher pauses their talking to look at you, as does the rest of the class. The teacher goes to reprimand you before they notice your red, swollen eyes and puffy face. “Sorry I’m late,” you apologize, heading over to your desk. Once you’re sat down, they start up their teaching again. 

You could honestly care less about whatever they are saying, your eyes looking at everyone’s desks. Of course, lunch is the prime time to talk to your Valentine or confess to your crush. Because of this, almost everyone in the class has flowers on their desk along with other goodies. You toss your gifts for your boyfriend under your chair, not wanting to look at it right now. 

And it's hard to concentrate, someone tells me about their date F-ing Christ, Jenny, nobody cares

You tried hard to listen to your teacher but all you could think about is how Solomon rejected you and left you alone in the hallway. Class finishes up ten minutes before it’s officially over, so the teacher allows you to converse with each other. And, of course, Jenny takes this opportunity to brag about her crush confessing to her and giving her a lot of goods. 

You just wished she would shut up already because you cared less about this than you did about what the teacher was talking about. 

The school day felt like it lasted for an eternity and you couldn’t be happier to get away from everyone and go home and cry. 

The brothers watch as you finish up your story, still crying softly. “Hey, it’s okay. I’ll make you something sweet to eat,” Beel soothes. You shake your head, giving him a sweet smile and a hug. 

“Don’t worry about it big guy. I just want to take a nap,” you reassure. He slowly nods his head as he watches you walk towards the stairs to go to your room. 

“Should we do something?” Satan asks softly in order for you to not hear. Lucifer sighs and shakes his head while crossing his arms over his chest, a heavy frown on his face. 

“No, sadly. It’s not our business. We just have to let them deal with it,” he says quietly in response to Satan. 

My house is a mess, I'm forty days behind in rent And I still smell your shitty perfume

You walk into your room and frown, looking at the mess you left behind this morning. You woke up extra early to dress up nice for Solomon, wanting to wow him. He apparently didn’t notice and if he did, he didn’t care. 

You push everything off your bed and onto the floor before collapsing onto it, not bothering to change out of your uniform. You take a deep breath, trying to keep your mind blank or at least trying not to think of you-know-who. That lasted all about ten seconds before you realize that you’re breathing in something all too familiar. 

Solomon’s cologne. 

It makes you start crying all over again, sitting up to get away from the smell of him on your bed. You regret ever having him over to cuddle. You regret ever asking him to bring his cologne with him one day and putting it all over your bed and clothes. You regret wearing his clothes to bed. 

And I'm full of regret, all that money that I've spent To have a barbershop quartet sing for you

You lay back down and try to get your nose used to the scent so you wouldn’t smell it anymore, tears sliding back towards your hairline as you stare up at the ceiling. You then, of course, start to think about all the other things planned for him. You wasted so much saved up money on him to try and make him happy. You even got a barbershop quartet to sing to him just to see him cringe and laugh in embarrassment. 

One day at a time, by next year I should be fine Valentine's sux without you

Maybe you two will make up and be able to actually do something next year together. Why did he even get so upset? Is he going to break up with you? 

When push comes to shove it's the national day of love Valentine's sux without you

Valentine’s Day always sucks when you’re single and alone but it sucks even more when you actually have a partner but can’t spend it with them. 

Oh, valentine's sux without you Oh, valentine's sux without you Oh, valentine's sux without you Oh, valentine's f-ing sux

You sigh and close your eyes, letting your body relax as you let yourself slowly drift off to sleep with the smell of your boyfriend filling your nose and your mind doing nothing but picture him. 

You don’t know how long you’re asleep when you suddenly wake up from your phone going off. You groan as you slowly wake up the more your phone goes off, rubbing at your swollen eyes before opening them. You reach into your blazer pocket for your phone, looking at who’s calling you. You scoff and roll your eyes when you see that it’s your boyfriend. 

Your heart clenches inside of your heavy chest when you see the picture of you two kissing. “Jerk,” you grumble as you let the call go. You go to set it down when he’s instantly calling you again. You huff and decline the call, having just enough time to look at how long you’re asleep before he calls you again. You decline once more before looking at your battery percentage. 

Your phone is almost dead. 

Good. Let him keep calling. You put your phone on Do Not Disturb after taking him off your favorites, seeing as how they’re the only ones that can get through the do not disturb. You set your phone down beside you before closing your eyes, starting to drift off again. 

You just start to get back to sleep when there’s a knock on your door. You groan to let the person know they can come in, keeping your body right where it is. “(Y/n)?” you hear Lucifer ask. He pauses when he spots you though, a light blush spreading throughout his body when he sees you. You grunt again in response, letting him know you’re listening. You hear him walk towards you, a sigh leaving you as you try to wake up a little more. 

You’re instantly awake when you feel hands on you. You gasp as your eyes fly open, quickly reaching to grab Lucifer’s hands. “Lucifer!” you shout, turning your head and freezing in your spot when you see who it is instead. 

“You just let him in here when you’re indecent?” Solomon growls, continuing his mission to pull your skirt down back down over your butt now that you let his wrists go. You huff and push him away, sitting up to look at Lucifer who is still at the door. 

“You have a visitor,” he states the obvious before shutting the door to leave you two alone. You sigh and run your hands through your messy hair, pulling your legs towards you when Solomon steps closer to you. 

“Answer me. Did you do that on purpose?” your jaw drops at his accusation, your eyes instantly growing dark with anger. 

“How dare you accuse me of such a thing! Especially right after lunch when I tried to give my boyfriend stuff for Valentine’s Day because I love him!” you screech, getting off of the bed to shove at his chest. 

He quickly takes ahold of your wrists, just like you had done to him before. He squints his eyes at you, glaring daggers into your icy eyes. “Lose the attitude. Why didn’t you answer my calls?” 

You scoff exasperatedly, tugging on your arms to try and get your wrists free. “I can have an attitude if I want one! And I didn’t answer your calls because I was obviously asleep,” you snap, the last part being a partial lie.

He scoffs and tightens his grip on your wrist. “You’re such a liar. I know you get my calls even when your phone is on Do Not Disturb. Plus, your phone didn’t even finish ringing before it went to your voicemail. You denied one of my calls,” he seethes. You honestly have never seen him so angry before. 

And you hate the fact that it’s turning you on. 

“Yeah, I denied your call. So what? You’re the jerk who wanted to treat me like trash today even when-” 

Before you could even blink, he uses his body to force yours backwards to the wall beside your bed. Once you’re trapped there, he puts one of your wrists with the other one before holding them with one hand. That hand then brings them above your head and his free hand goes to your throat. 

“Didn’t I tell you to stop having an attitude?” he growls into your ear, roughly pressing his body to yours. The breath leaves you as you stay still, trying to get your brain to catch up with what’s going on. This doesn’t help with how turned on you were getting earlier but this doesn’t mean you’re any less angry. 

You tug on your arms to try and get them free, glaring into his eyes. “I’m not being a disobedient brat to turn you on or whatever. I’m ser-” Your voice cuts off when he tightens his grip on your throat. 

“Funny. I don’t remember saying you could back talk to me,” he says lowly before licking around the shell of your ear. You shiver despite trying to remain angry or expressionless. He just knows your body too well. 

You stare up at him with half-lidded eyes, trying to decide if you want to let him take you right here against the wall or if you want to keep fighting. You’re honestly having trouble deciding. Earlier today, he seemed completely disinterested in you but now it seems all he can even think about is you. 

“Don’t even think about fighting. I can see it in your eye that you’re debating on if you want to continue being a brat or not,” he whispers, starting to grind against you. You’re both surprised and not surprised at all that he’s already half hard. 

“Normally, I’d ask if you’re going to be my good girl but I clearly don’t have to ask this time. You’ve been nothing but bad. Are you ready for your punishment?” he says in a gravelly tone, pulling away from your ear to look into your eyes. 

You lick your lips, knowing that back talking alone would’ve been enough to get you a punishment. You gasp when he tugs you from the wall and pushes you to the bed. You land on your stomach, already starting to whine since you know what’s coming. 

He’s quick to shut that down by landing a harsh hit to your ass without even removing any of your layers. “Don’t start all of that. You brought this onto yourself.” You tense up and go quiet, your panties getting wetter by the second. 

“Good girl,” he coos, flipping your skirt up before bringing his hand to your core. He uses his thumb to run over your folds through the material before circling over your clit. “I can already tell that you’re soaked,” he teases. You whine and arch your back further to raise your ass higher up. 

He rubs his other hand on your right cheek before laying a smack onto it. You grunt and bite your lip, not wanting to satisfy him. You hear him growl, knowing you’ve already pissed him off again. 

“I’m sorry,” he starts, ripping your panties clean off, causing you to whine more, “I don’t think I heard you,” he finishes his sentence with a harsh slap to the cheek that was already hit. You mewl in response, mentally cursing yourself for even making a sound. 

You really aren’t putting up as much of a fight as you wanted.

He continues to place hit after hit on your ass, switching between the two cheeks. By the time he’s done, your skin is burning. Your entire body is also shaking with anticipation for the next hit or for him to do something new. 

You don’t even realize he’s done when he flips you over, pinning your arms above your head as he stares down at you. “I’m trying to decide what to do with you next? Think you’ve been punished enough?” You bite your lip and stare up at him, everything coming back to you from earlier today. 

You don’t even realize you’re crying until he’s wiping your tears away with wide eyes. “Are you okay? Was I too rough? Why didn’t you use your safe word?” he rushes out, worried for the wrong reasons. 

You shake your head and push his hands away, hiding your wet face from him. “Why did you get angry at me today? I was so upset…” you trail off, not wanting to go into too much detail about how much he hurt you. 

He sighs and pulls your hands away from your face with ease, giving you a sincere look as he brushes your hair out of your face. “Shh, calm down. I’m sorry. I just…” he’s the one to trail off now. He sighs before trying again. 

“I’m really sorry. I was so excited to see you but then I saw Simeon and Luke. I started talking to them and they told me how much effort they put into your gifts. Then, you came up and you were just so happy to see them and you loved their gifts. Then, to make matters worse, you got gifts from all of the brothers. I just...I just thought that my gifts would be nothing compared to theirs,” he whispers, his eyes downcast. “And to put the cherry on top, instead of saying this and apologizing, I just came in here even angrier after the whole Lucifer thing and tried to have angry or make up sex,” he adds on before you can reply. 

You smile softly at him, sniffling and pulling him down to give him a kiss. “You’re such a dork. I told you that I’d love yours the most,” you reassure, running your hands through his light hair. 

He sighs for the nth time and nods his head, leaning into your touch.  “I know, I know. I just got...worried.” 

You hum, shaking your head as you lightly tease. “You mean you got insecure and jealous.” You giggle when he pouts, bringing his pouty lips down for another kiss. He pecks your lips a couple times after your kiss before pulling away. 

“Maybe, or maybe not,” he replies nonchalantly like his feelings aren’t obvious. You giggle some more before giving him another kiss. You’ve missed his lips, even if it’s only been a day. 

“Wait, you got me something?” you ask curiously, instantly trying to guess what he got you. He smiles at this, nodding his head before pecking your lips and standing up. It’s your turn to pout now as you watch him, now wondering where he’s going. You gasp quietly when you see the box and bags on the floor by the door. 

“I brought these to school and had to carry them around all day since I couldn’t give them to you. Then, when I came in, your underwear was out for everyone to see and I kinda just dropped them…” You bite your lip at this, watching him bring everything over to you. 

“Sorry about that, by the way,” you apologize softly, sitting up and fixing your skirt. His eyes go down to said skirt, licking his lips when he catches a view of your bare core. You’re dripping after his punishment. He clears his throat and then focuses on the gifts, sliding them over to you. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love,” he says softly. You’re quick to open them, your heart beating wildly in your chest. He got you the normal Valentine’s Day gifts like chocolate and a card but he also got you other things. You squeal in delight when you pull one of his hoodies out of a bag. 

“I figured the one you stole from me doesn’t smell like me anymore, so I brought you this one. I wore this for a week without you seeing it because I wanted it to be a surprise. To make things even better, I got two so now we can match.” 

You giggle like a schoolgirl and pull him to a hug after opening everything else. “You’re literally the best ever. I love you,” you mumble into his shoulder, feeling him smile into your hair.

“Does this mean I can take you back to my place and touch you without having to worry about noise?” Your cheeks heat at his reply and nod your head, sucking on your lip as you pull away from the hug. 

“Let's go then. I’ve been thinking about this for weeks.”

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