#like start cooking while washing hair and while that dries brush teeth and do some on the spot jogging or smth

[baekuras]

not me looking up general exercises which would help me build some muscle and hopefully lose some fat for specific areas i wanna control and most being like “30mins of exercise is a good daily amount AND one of the best ones is walking fast!”

bitch that’s just my work commute i do at least 5days a week

[lord-of-the-colaa]

I WROTE ANOTHER FANFIC!!

Somehow I whipped this up in one night while I'm cooking up something else HAHAHA

Anyways, here it is-

"Finally.. home.."

Ralph thought to himself, looking at the porch of his house. The dim light of the porch light filling him with a sense of security. He didn't hesitate to step forward and open the door. Ralph breathed in, and immediately headed to the bathroom. His dad was asleep, but if he woke up he was sure that he would understand. Ralph looked at his self in the mirror. He could barely tell that the boy he was looking at was him.

His hair was awful. Tangled. Filled with sticks and leaves. Sun bleached. Turned white and thinned from stress. His skin was darker than ever. Red. And no longer flawless like he would like it. And obviously his clothes were just rags.

Ralph immediately started to take off his clothes, and hopped into the shower.

Ralph's body relaxed instantly. Feeling the hot water wash away all the gunk and sweat off of him felt like the closest thing to heaven. He got some shampoo on his hand, massaging it into his scalp. It felt amazing. Pure bliss. He did the same with the conditioner. And soon moved on to washing his body with soap as well. Once that was done, he just relaxed. Tilting his head back, and closing his eyes. Ralph's showers are normally ten ish minutes. But he felt like he's been there forever. And he never wanted to leave. But he'd have to get out at some point. Besides, he didn't like it when his fingers got all prune-y. He soon opened his eyes, turned the water off and stepped out.

He dried himself with a towel. Already feeling better. He tied the towel around his waist, and then reached over for the cabinet. Unsure what to grab first, considering that there was so much.

He grabbed the Band-Aids first. He examined his body in the mirror, putting bandaids wherever there was an injury.

Once he covered all the wounds that was small and proper enough for a bandaid, Ralph put them away. And then soon reached for his toothbrush.

He did the basic procedure, brushing his teeth. He did it for a long time, making sure every individual tooth was brushed. He washed it out with water. And soon went on to floss. After he was done, his teeth weren't as white as they normally were. But dang it was an improvement.

He then was going to do something he might regret. He dug through the cabinet. After what seemed like forever, he found them. Scissors. He gave the air a few snips. Before lining them with his hair. He breathed out, before snipping it. And then again. And again. And again. The white locks of hair falling to the ground.

After he was done, he put the scissors back. He ruffled his hair. It was slightly uneven, but jeez it was wayy better than the mop he had earlier. Besides. He could go to the barber, or his dad could cut it if it looked that bad.

Ralph then moved on to his skincare. He was slightly embarrassed by what he puts on his face, especially since it's viewed that women only care about their looks. But Ralph cares, too. At least, he prefers to feel clean. He put on lotion and moisturizer. And he even put some around his arms, hands, and even his neck. Plus his face.

Ralph turned off the light to the bathroom, and walked out into the kitchen. He got a glass, and filled it up with water. He started drinking it, but that soon turned into chugging. Regarding that he hasn't had fresh water in a looong time. After that one was done, he got himself another. He drank about four glasses until he finally felt satisfied for the night.

He breathed out, heading to his room. He untied the towel, and put on some nice, clean clothes. And then he climbed into his clean, comfy, not sand, bed.

Ralph sighed contently, pulling up the blanket and closing his eyes.

Obviously, not everything was okay, but it sure felt like it at this moment. All the crap and therapy and questions would come later. But for now, Ralph was finally in the comfort of his bed. Ralph snuggled in his sheets. And finally, for what seems like the first time in forever, Ralph fell into a deep, soothing sleep.

[a-n-o-n-y-m-o-u-s--1]

You were standing on the sidewalk and you had an umbrella with you since it was really pouring down. After standing for a while you realized that it wasn't gonna stop so you started walking again.

Even if you have an umbrella your shoes and the lower part of your pants/dress was getting soaked.

While you were moving you saw a guy with pinkish hair. He was getting soaked though he didn't seem to mind. But while you walked you felt really bad for him.

Seeing someone get soaked while you had an umbrella to shelter you from the mercilessly pouring rain. Your heart could not take it. So you moved closer to that guy.

He was sitting on a bench while the rain was soaking him. You approached him "may I sit here?" You asked with a really sweet voice that would even make flowers bloom.

Normally he would have been irritated and he might even shot the person. But here he was agreeing and allowing you to sit beside him.

There was something about you that just cleared his mind. It was just like your voice took away all the burdens he carried.

You decided to break the awkward yet comfortable silence that was around you. It was getting late anyways and you had to go home.

"Here take the umbrella the rain is just getting worse" you said with your angelic voice. He didn't know why but he wanted to be with you.

His heartbeat was fast and he felt his face warming up just by the sound of your voice.

He felt like he was gonna explode if he heard your voice again.

You left after giving him your umbrella. He didn't dare say a word because his throat dried up just after seeing your face.

The moon shone on your s/c skin and your hair making them glow. Your eyes were also shining and they were the most heart melting thing he had ever seen.

He saw your figure walking away without an umbrella. But just when you were about to leave him the rain seemed to slow down. And if anyone looked closely they could see that not even a single drop hit you.

Your house was really close so you reached there in time. You opened your door and you were greeted by silence. Oh how you missed having your parents waiting for you at home but sadly they passed away.

It was one of the many losses you had suffered yet you were still full of life. If your mother was here she would have probably scolded you for giving out your umbrella to some random person

All those memories you cherished them. You cooked something and then went to the living room. You started eating and when you finished you decided to do some work on your computer.

It was getting late so you went to your bedroom and slept.

You woke up the to the rays of sunshine greeting you. You went to your bathroom brushed your teeth and took a shower.

After that you went to the kitchen to prepare some food. You made your favorite breakfast and some tea.

After you finished your food you took the plates and the cup back to the kitchen and you washed all of it you then dried it with some napkins and you put them back on the shelf.

You didn't have to go to work today so you went to go shopping since you wanted to buy some groceries. You decided that you would also go to the clothes store if you had time.

After sometime you reached the grocery store you always go to. You went inside and started browsing for things you should buy.

You weren't really that rich but you could buy things that you think are necessary. And of course f/f and f/d were one of them.

You started to look for anything you could buy. Though nothing really interested you. So you decided to go to the clothes store and come back later.

You went back home to get your car since the clothes store was a bit too far. You got your car and drove off to the clothes store that you had in mind.

After entering the shop you were greeted by many workers. Most of the workers there knew you since you and your friend Tsuki always come to this store together.

You decided to invite Tsuki to the clothes store so that she could help you pick out some outfits and since she was also the owner of this huge store.

Bold is you.

"Hey y/n how are you doing?"

"Hey Tsuki I am fine how about you?"

"Well I am good so why did you call me all of a sudden?"

"Umm well I was in your clothes store and I thought that you could join me?"

"Well obviously I will n/n just wait for me!"

"Okay I will be waiting take your time"

"Look behind you!!"

You saw Tsuki coming your way and you ended the call. It was really a long time since you saw Tsuki and you were really happy to see her again.

"Hey n/n" she greeted you with a joyful tone. "Hey Tsuki" you greeted her back using the same tone.

You guys did some catching up on how your life was going. And after spending some time with your dear best friend you decided that you should probably go back home.

You said your good byes and you left. You went inside your car and you started the engine.

"I'm home" you said. It was a habit of yours that you always did when you are back."oh I forgot I live alone, I really miss them." You spoke to yourself.

You went upstairs and took a bath. You then went back to the kitchen to make something to eat.

After you made your dinner you sat down on the couch and ate alone while reminiscing about your times with your parents.

It was peaceful to be alone sometimes but now you feel like a part of you is missing. Like you don't have anyone to love you.

Sure Tsuki made sure you were never really alone since she sometimes came to your house for sleepovers. But that alone wasn't enough. You really missed your parents.

You went upstairs brushed your teeth and you went to bed.

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How was this chapter I hope you all enjoyed it and thank you so much for reading this shitty book.

Question of the day

         Who is your favorite Tokyo   

               Revengers character???                                  

I hope y'all have a good day. And again thank you for reading my book

1000+ words

[ms0milk]

hashira relationship hcs !

| hashira x gn!reader (sfw)

a/n: + Muichiro is a literal child, so no i’m not diving into that one– thanks for the reqs y’all!

Tengen

he’ll charm parents

he’ll charm siblings

he’ll charm pets

Tengen’s the kind of man that makes your great grandma horny you feel me

i just know being in a relationship with this gentleman is out of the mfing galaxy

Tengen wants to comb your hair slowly in the shower no matter hOW LONG it takes

he wants to sit and talk with you for hours over delicious food

he wants to make you laugh so hard you cry

Tengen is an experience

like he’s the concierge at five star luxury hotel but the hotel is just his fucking body

If anyone was going to be that irritating mfer who always wants to wear matching outfits it’s this guy

and when he’s finished with you, you’re always just slightly too dressed up for the outing

you two are gonna be the most fuckable people at the grocery store and that’s an Uzui guarantee

and don’t get me started on your girlfriends

the Uzuis are the gift that keeps on giving

Tengen is the boyfriend that just never stops taking your picture

or bragging to anyone who’ll listen

his teammates

his boss

fucking demons– i mean anyone with ears

“They’re just, just– you know?”

“Yes, Tengen we all know.”

“Like,, picture a spring morning– probably like 76° because that’s the perfect kind of day– and there’s laughter in the dis–”

“WE KNOW TENGEN”

adoration doesn’t take time off sorry

Sanemi

one single solitary word

Clingy.

Sanemi Shinazugawa is too embarrassed to admit you’re the first person that he’s truly, fully in love with

he’s too cool for puppy love!

you don’t push him to be physical, you don’t overstep his boundaries

aagbpebepbk do you want him to be obsessed with you?? you’d better stop being so goddamn respectful of his trauma

and still he somehow shows up in the corner of every room you’re ever in

“Sanemi, do you um, need something?”

“Huh? I’m concentrating, leave me be.”

Sure he’s concentrating, but he’s also kneeling in the doorway of the living room pretending to read a book on the floor

“Um..Nemi, I can weed the garden on my own.”

He’s squatting next to you, handing you the tools he thinks you’ll need before you can reach for them

“You’re too slow, this is faster.”

Right, of course.

“Are you sure you don’t need to talk about something?”

Your bathroom isn’t even big enough for two people to brush their teeth at the sink side by side like this

“You said my morning breath was smelly, make up your mind– y’not want me to fix it?”

This..is simply not what you meant

Sanemi also prides himself in his masculinity!

He’s carrying groceries

He’s taking out the trash

Massaging that spot on your back that’s always tight for some reason

He’s tending to the yard

Defending you from the sputtering cooking oil at dinner time!

but not because he’s obsessed with you or anything oh god no

Rengoku

my knees fold backwards from how weak he makes me

Rengoku writes you love letters

pride & prejudice levels of longing

letters you gotta take breaks from while reading or you’ll just implode

when you’re both too busy with work to see each other as often as you’d like, he knows this is the fastest way to feel close to you again

y/n wrote these thoughts with their own hands

he could stare at the page and run his fingers over the lettering without reading a single word, just lost in imagining what the world around you looked like while you were writing this to him

Rengoku is also an excellent houseguest

no clumsily broken dishes, not a pillow out of place, not even a single heavy footstep

and oh my lord

does he do chores like a champ

he knows you have a busy work day ahead of you?

that laundry’s going to be washed, folded, and dried before you get home

you’re not feeling well?

the bathroom is clean, the kitchen is stocked, there’s fresh cut flowers in your bedroom

you’re recovering from a mission?

househusband activate

he’s strapping on his haori and BLASTING the house into perfect working order

the only downside is that this man cannot cook to save his life

it’s Rengoku’s dream to take you home with him and introduce you to his brother

to stop you from assaulting his father

to visit his mother’s grave together

he just KNOWS you’re what he’s always been looking for

and that anyone who loves him, will love you even more

Obanai

the definition of fangirl behavior

this is the man that’s gonna take a knee to tie your shoe in public

cuz he’s got that phat ooey gooey crush on you

Iguro’s a pretty quiet fella when there aren’t any assholes to antagonize

so this sweetheart just lives to provide for you

he likes to know you’re feeling full because you ate his cooking

he likes to see you wear the clothes he bought you while away on missions

(he never comes back from a mission empty handed, oh my god can you imagine)

similarly he likes to know you’re sound asleep because he’s the one who tired you out

even though he’s not the most flamboyant, everyone around you is just about blinded by how bright his eyes shine for you

they’re a fucking traffic hazard

they’re sending ships to their doom on the coastline in a storm

from your perspective he’s just thoughtful and loyal

like you fit together effortlessly

but to everyone looking from the outside in

they can clearly see Obanai frantically pulling all the parts of his plan together so your day goes without a hitch

i’m talking,, filling potholes in town with his own hands so you never even have to avoid a puddle

goat bf behavior

Kaburamaru is even more clingy, and likes to wind across your shoulders as you work, or snuggle in your long sleeves on rainy days

the best part of Obanai’s day is falling asleep with you knowing he spent yet another day worshiping the ground you walk on

he likes to cuddle with either one of your heads on the other’s chest because no matter which position he’s in, he gets to fall asleep listening to the sound of your hearts beating together

Mitsuri

you’re not leaving her house without lip balm, sunscreen, and a full belly

the queen of absolute pampering

Mitsuri in a relationship is simply a top tier emotional fluffer

“baby try a bite of this and tell me what it needs”

“Y/n honey hold still, you’ve got leaves in your hair”

“come to me baby, i’ll zip that up for you”

Mitsuri LOVES spending time in the garden with her apiary

and her little beekeeping hat is too goddamn cute for you not to join her

she wants to share the things that make her happy with you more than anything!

well, not more than she wants to spend hours staring at you longingly from across the dinner table

you’re shopping at markets together

learning to cook new things together

going on trips to the beach, city, and countryside together

she’s big on casual PDA

wants to walk hand in hand, or at least pinky in pinky

makes sure her feet are at least touching yours under the table when you’re out to eat

loves LOVES when you ask her to wash your back in the shower

she’s so fucking sappy she wants to fall alseep with your foreheads pressed together, hand in hand

i’m trembling as i write this oh my god she’s perfect

basically just a life of luxury and companionship

and learning the secret to how she smells so goddamn good

Shinobu

she knows one of your favorite parts about her is her voice

so she loves reading out loud to you when you both have some down time

actually, one of her favorite things to do with you is nothing at all!

chatting a bit here and there, but generally doing your own separate things together

= Shinobu’s happy place

her brain is always going a million miles a minute, so the fact that you’re more than happy to take a nap in her lab while she works is seriously soothing

it’s an insecurity of hers don’t tell anyone that her lifestyle isn’t compatible with having a partner or a family

so the fact that you’re happy to work around her chaotic schedule is more comforting to her than you can know

Shinobu isn’t big on PDA but she capital-L Loves showing you off like her trophy

to people working the stands in the market

at pillar meetings

to her patients in the infirmary

if it wasn’t so dangerous she’d take you on missions just to brag about your beauty in every village across the country

she’s also stern

and so hard on herself

so don’t forget to call her something silly a few times a day

“hey hey now Crabapple, we can’t beat the patients just because they’re irritating”

“ahoy Sunshine! look at the butterflies in the garden today!”

you’re a nice balancing force in her life

you make her feel vulnerable and brave

oh, and don’t forget to help her channel her simmering rage!

take her outside by the hand with a soft smile, hand her a dish, and just smash that shit!

“c’mon Ko! you’ve been tense all day, break something with me!”

she’ll follow you to the ends of the earth

Giyuu

touch starved sonofabitch

that and an unwavering loyalty is what he’s bringing to the table

literally just run your fingers through his hair when you wake up and he’ll be fully recharged for the next 12 hours

in all seriousness, Giyuu has always found that the people he loves the most are taken from him

so before he can even admit how much he cares for you

before he even really realizes it

you need to be patient with this poor man

the actions that mean the most to him aren’t monetary or service-based

just show up

if you say you’re going to do something, do it

you say you’re always going to be there for him?

you better prove that shit baby

it’s the very second you burst through the doors of the butterfly mansion infirmary that it fully hits him

“Tomioka! Oh my god–”

“You came.”

“I–! I– what? Of course I came! You’re injured!”

“How did you know?”

“You weren’t at your house when I went over to check! Tomioka I can’t– you said you would be careful!”

sure you’re screaming at him and throwing the nurses into a tailspin with demands of ‘more pillows’ and ‘i need a chair goddammit’

but you’re so worried about him all he can do is smile

i think the best way to love Giyuu is just so overtly is feels silly

love him loudly

and he’ll just fall in love with you right back

he’ll always invite you to join him even if it seems ridiculous

“um, no thanks. I don’t really want to go to the bathroom with you baby.”

“okay, just checking.”

cutie

“i’m going to get a glass of water, do you want to come?”

“could you just…bring me one back?”

he’s just a perfect scrungly boy who’s new to the whole, being-loved-out-loud thing

Gyomei

doesn’t ever and i mean EVER open up to people

even when you start dating

he’s the toughest goddamned nut

he’s caring sure

i mean

is there even a word for the way he cares for you?

he’ll meet you at your work to walk you home everyday

he’ll tuck you in if you fall asleep hanging out and then sleep on the bare floor beside your bed so you don’t get uncomfortable

he’ll peel those little white strings off your clementines– i mean truly he does want to take care of you

and you love the attention don’t get me wrong

but sometimes you want him to just let loose a bit!

joke around with you

so you remind him sternly one morning that you’re “not a child!” when he offers to help you get dressed

“Of course you’re not.”

“No Himejima, listen to me!”

what else would he be doing

“You don’t have to protect my feelings, I’m your equal.”

it’s a small little comment, but it’s effective

right

you’re not like the people from his past

you’re not going to trick him

you’re not going to use him

if you were, you would’ve done it already!

it takes a few weeks but he starts to smile more

starts asking for help

he even laughed when you splashed him in the bath, so hard it startled you!

he fluctuates, but overall his adventurous partner is helping him to open up slowly but surely

[waitimcomingtoo]

Quirks

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader with OCD

Thank you to the anon who requested this and consulted with me on OCD!

Disclaimer: It it not my intention to glorify or romanticize OCD with this story. I consulted with multiple people who have OCD to develop this character.

Masterlist

“Are you ready for bed?” Peter asked as he climbed under the covers on his side. It was your first night in Peters apartment after moving in with him, and you had a nervous feeling in your tummy. There were things about yourself you had begun to notice, and you wondered how long it would take for Peter to notice as well.

“Almost.” You nodded as you knocked on the wall behind you four times. You climbed into bed beside Peter as if nothing happened, leaving Peter puzzled.

“What are you doing?” Peter chuckled as he watched your movements.

“If I don’t do this, I can’t sleep.” You said simply.

“Okay.” Peter laughed again, making you wince a little.

“I know it doesn’t actually help me sleep.” You admitted. “I just need to do it.”

“Wow. I can’t wait to see all the other little quirks you’ve been hiding from me.” Peter smirked as he leaned over to kiss you.

“Yeah.” You laughed nervously. “Quirks.”

~

Peter woke up the next morning to the feeling of you playing with his hair, soft fingertips brushing it off his forehead.

“Good morning sleepy head.” You said through a yawn as you combed his hair off his face.

“Good morning to you too. Are you hungry?” Peter asked as he rubbed your shoulders.

“Um, what time is it?” You sleepily rubbed your eyes.

“111:23” He answered after checking his phone.

“I’m okay.” You decided, despite your stomach growling. “I’ll wait until lunch.”

“Are you sure?” Peter noticed the growl. “I can make you something.”

“I’m sure. Sure, sure, sure.” You told him. “I’ll wait until lunch.”

Once the clock hit an even number, it was lunchtime. You walked into the kitchen at 2:24 feeling famished.

“God I’m hungry.” You patted your stomach. “Do you have anything to eat?”

“Let’s see.” Peter said as he opened his cabinet. “I have honey and boxed Mac and cheese.”

“Ooo. This a fancy restaurant.” You teased as you hugged him from behind.

“Shut up.” He laughed and turned around in your arms. “I haven’t gone shopping in a while.”

“It’s fine. We’ll go tomorrow.” You told him before kissing him. You broke away from him and took out the macaroni while he got out a pot and filled it with water.

“Here you are my love.” Peter carried the heavy pot with ease and placed it on the stove.

“Thank you. How long does the box say to boil it for?” You asked as you turned the heat up on the stove.

“11-13 minutes.” Peter read off the back of the box.

“Okay.” You nodded as you set the timer to 12 minutes. “Okay, okay, okay.”

“So precise.” Peter joked, making your face flush.

“Yup.” You forced a laugh and kept your tone light. “I just like to be precise. I definitely don’t feel like I can’t eat the macaroni unless it cooks for exactly 12 minutes.”

“What was that?” Peter asked curiously when he didn’t understand what you said.

“Nothing.” You looked over your shoulder and smiled at him. “It’ll be ready soon.”

~

A month later, Peter walked into his bathroom to brush his teeth. You were already in there, leaning close to the mirror and pressing on all your teeth.

“What are you doing?” Peter chuckled as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

“I need you to check my teeth.” You turned around in his arms with a panicked expression.

“For food?” He asked and looked at your teeth. “They’re all good.”

“No, for any loose ones.” You told him and he let out a short laugh.

“Why would your teeth be loose?” He raised an eyebrow, thinking you were kidding.

“They’re not. I know they’re not.” You said, mostly to yourself. “Could you just confirm for me that they’re not?”

Peter found the request strange, but obliged and pressed on your teeth the way you had.

“All good.” He confirmed. “Nothing loose.”

You sighed in relief and turned around again, leaving Peter curious about the encounter. He shrugged it off and walked back into the bedroom, changing into his Spiderman suit while you finished up in the bathroom.

“You’re going out?” You asked from the doorway when you noticed Peter in his suit.

“Yeah. I shouldn’t be too long.” He promised. “I’ll be back before you’re asleep.”

“Will you be back before 12?” You asked as you tugged on your earlobe.

“Yeah, I will.” He told you as he placed his hands on your waist.

“Okay. I’ll see you then.” You smiled at Peter as you patted his cheek twice before kissing him. You did this every time Peter was about to leave on patrol. Before you were a couple, he’d text you before he would go out on patrol so you could flex your hand three times to ensure his safety. Now, it was two taps to the cheek and a kiss.

An hour into patrol, Peters phone rang and lit up with your contact. He answered it but before he could say hello, you started speaking.

“Peter are you okay?” You wheezed, sounding frantic.

“I’m fine, honey.” He quickly assured you. “Are you okay?”

“Yea.” You sounded more relaxed. “Are you sure you’re okay? Where are you?”

“I’m on a rooftop near the bakery.” He answered. “Did something happen?”

“No.” You sighed. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.” He confirmed. “I’ll be home soon.”

“Alright. I love you.” You said into the phone. “I love, love, love you.”

~

“Are you ready to watch the movie, honey?” Peter called from the living room. It was a few months now since you started living together and he had taken a night off from patrol to be with you.

“Almost. I’m just washing my hands.” You called back. A commercial playing in the background caught your attention and you shut the water off to listen.

“What did they say it treated?” You asked as you looked over your shoulder at the TV.

“BPH.” Pete answered, reading off the screen.

“Do I have that?” You wondered, making a Peter laugh. He looked back at you to see if you were kidding, but your face showed your we’re serious.

“BPH? No, lovey.” He shook his head. “That’s just for men. I think it’s when your prostate is enlarged. And in the words of Noah Puckerman, “chicks don’t have prostates”.”

“So I don’t have that?” You asked him again, as if you didn’t believe him.

“No. You don’t have that.” He answered, growing concerned.

“Okay.” You nodded and dried your hands. “Do you have that?”

“Um, I don’t think so.” Peter furrowed his eyebrows at the strange question.

“Okay.” You said again. “Just making sure.”

“Okay.” Peter eyed you curiously as the opening credits started to play. “Oo, it’s starting.”

“I love this movie.” You mumbled as you nuzzled into Peters side.

“Me too.” Peter smiled as he pulled you closer. “I’ve seen it like 3 times already.”

“I’ve seen it 13 times.” You said after a beat of silence, making Peters eyes widen.

“Really?” He asked. “You must really like it.”

“I like rewatching the same movies.” You said sheepishly.

“Why?”

“I like knowing the ending and whats gonna happen next.” You told him, looking at him to see if he thought it was weird. His face didn’t show any signs of disdain, so you relaxed.

You watched the movie in comfortable silence as time went on, never leaving each other’s sides.

“What time is it?” You asked as the movie neared it’s end.

“11:47 babe.” Peter answered when he checked his phone.

“I have to go to bed.” You said suddenly, getting up off the couch.

“The movies almost over, lovey.” Peter chuckled in confusion as you left his side. “Just 30 more minutes.”

“I know.” You chewed your lip nervously and twisted your fingers. “I just have to go to bed. I can’t really explain it.”

“Okay.” Peter nodded, still confused. “Good night.”

“Goodnight.” You bent down to kiss him before trotting off to bed. “Night, night, night.”

Peter was beginning to pick up on certain things. You needed it be in bed by 12, you often called him randomly to ask if he was okay, and you stayed away from odd numbers. He didn’t know what to chalk it up to, but he didn’t want to pry if you didn’t want to talk about it.

~

Peter caught you putting your caught on one morning as he was coming into the kitchen to get some breakfast.

“Where are you sneaking off to so early?” He asked through a yawn as he lazily kissed your lips.

“I forgot I have a doctors appointments today.” You pouted. “It’s in a few minutes.”

“Okay. Do you need me to drive you?” He offered.

“You don’t have to drive, but could you come with me?” You asked and he nodded.

“Of course. Let’s go.” Peter grabbed his keys and walked with you to the car.

~

You walked into the lobby where Peter had waited for you with a strange look on his face. Peter immediately stood up and met you halfway, feeling concerned when he saw your expression. He could sense something was off with you but he wasn’t sure what.

“Hey baby.” He rubbed your arms in comfort. “How was the appointment?”

“Um, fine.” You nodded hesitantly. “It was fine.”

“Just fine?” Peter asked. “Did the doctor say anything?”

“No.” You lied. “Nothing important.”

“Thats good.” Peter agreed, not fully convinced you were okay.

“Hey, when’s the last time you had a check up?” You wondered as you walked towards the car.

“Oh, I’m not sure.” Peter shrugged. “Less than a year ago.”

“You should probably get checked out. You know, to make sure you’re okay.” You told him as you buckled your seatbelt.

“Sure. I can schedule an appointment soon.” Peter nodded, still looking at you in confusion.

“Do you feel okay? Do you feel sick or anything?” You put your hand on his forehead while keeping your eyes on the road.

“No.” You said quickly. “I’m okay.”

You continued driving in silence as Peter wondered what was bothering you. You were nervously chewing your lip as you checked your rear view mirror every few seconds.

“Oh my God.” You gasped and looked behind you. “I have to turn around.”

“Why?” Peter turned around as well. “What’s wrong?”

“I might have hit someone.” You gulped and changed lanes so you could turn around. Peters jaw dropped a little, knowing full well that you hadn’t hit anyone.

“Lovey, you didn’t hit anyone.” He said slowly. “We would’ve felt it.”

“I know I didn’t.” You said in defeat. “I just need to check to make sure.”

“Okay.” Peter nodded, sensing something was wrong. “We can turn around.”

You turned around and passed by the street where you though you hit something. Nothing was there, so you kept driving. Peter kept hai eyes on you, notching the worried look on your face as you continued to check the mirror.

“Are you okay?” He asked you.

“I have to do it again.” You sighed. “I have to turn around.”

“You didn’t hit anyone. You’re a good driver, baby.” He said quietly as he put his hand on your knee.

“I know I didn’t hit anyone. I know that but I just…” You sighed in frustration and put your blinker on. “I just have to. I’m sorry. I have to turn around.”

“Okay.” Peter agreed, not taking his eyes off you. You drove past the spot again and kept going, but your expression didn’t change.

“Do you want to turn around again?” Peter asked gently, and hit tears fell down your cheeks.

“Yes.” You sputtered. “I have to do it again. I know I didn’t hit anyone but-“

“It’s okay.” Peter assured you. “We can turn around as many times as you want.”

You gave him an appreciative look before turning around again. You calmed down as you passed the spot and continued driving in silence.

“I’m sorry.” You said after a minute. “I know it’s weird. I know I’m weird. I can’t help it though.”

“You don’t have to apologize. And I don’t think it’s weird. I just don’t understand.” Peter spoke softly as he rubbed your knee. You looked at him quickly and chew your lip as you toyed with something in your mind.

“Peter, I have OCD.” You said weakly as you snuck glances at him. Peter’s eyebrows raised in surprise before settling back down into a look of confusion.

“Oh. You do?”

“That’s what the doctor just said.” You continued. “He said there are medications to treat it. I don’t know if I should take it. But I think I need some help.”

“I’m proud of you for telling me you need help.” Peter squeezed your knee. “I had no idea you had OCD. You don’t clean things all the time or like, straighten your pencils or anything.”

“That’s not - no.” You shook your head. “It’s not really like that. It can be for some people, but that’s not what mine is like. OCD is not always cleaning based. Mine is mostly instructive thoughts or repetitive behavior.”

“Oh.” Peter thought back on all your repetitive phrases and movements. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” You sighed and looked at him out of the corner of you eye to see his reaction.

“Is there anything I can do to help you?” He asked, much to your surprise.

“Could you just text me? I worry about you. Like, a lot.” You admitted. “I worry about if you’re okay or not all the time. Every time you go out on patrol, I put on this one movie. I feel like if I’m not watching the movie, you’re gonna die. I can’t explain it. I know you won’t die, but I can’t shake the feeling that you will. I just always worry about you.”

“I think I can help that.” Peter offered. “I can text you every half hour and make sure you know I’m safe.”

“Are you sure?” You asked as you pulled into your driveway. “That’s a lot to ask.”

“It’s okay.” Peter assured you. “Whatever I can do to make this easier, I’ll do it.”

You smiled fondly at Peter before leaning over the gear shift and kissing him, patting his cheek twice before pulling away.

“Thank you.” You whispered. “Thats exactly what I needed to hear.”

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CONTRARY - FINN SHELBY X READER; PART 7

PUBLISHED: 18/05/2022

!!FIRST PART HERE!!

Part 1

THIRD PERSON'S POV

(A/N: I haven't been to a wedding in yonks so this and the next chapter is me really just making stuff up as I go lmao)

Today was the anticipated day. The union between (Y/N) Gold and Finn Shelby. You had woken up a nervous wreck.

You hadn't even been able to eat anything, not even biscuits with your tea, something that made Esmeralda and Saoirse concerned — you had always had an ungodly amount of biscuits, at least four, whenever you had a cup of tea. Once, Esmeralda was sure she counted twelve on your saucer.

It was now eight in the morning, and your sisters were begging you to eat at least one mouthful of the feast Polly had cooked for you and your bridal party. You had all slept at your residence, while Finn and his groomsmen were getting ready at Tommy's.

You picked up a pancake, and took a small bite — it was fluffy and soft. You chewed it, and mindlessly began drumming your fingers on the tabletop.

"So, I'm walking down the aisle with Arthur, Tommy with Lizzie, Bonnie with Ada, and Isiah with Ezzie." Polly reminded the girls at the table, who all nodded.

"And I get to throw the flower petals!" Saoirse cheered, making Polly chuckle.

"Yes you do, my dear." Polly said with a smile towards the small girl, who was now playing with a doll.

"(Y/N), go shower, we leave in three hours!" Ezzie hissed, making you hurry on eating your pancake.

"And Finn will be here in two and a half to drop off your something new," Ada pointed out, making you curious.

Once you were done your pancake, you walked to the bathroom, and had a quick shower, washing your hair and body with some nice smelling shampoo, conditioner and body wash set Lizzie had gifted you. You trusted her, she seemed to know what the men liked. You also quickly went over your legs and underarms with a razor, and brushed your teeth. You weren't that cruel to make Finn kiss you with morning breath.

You hopped out of the shower, dried yourself and wrapped a towel around your body, then wrapped your hair up in another towel, this one being a microfiber one to help it dry quicker. You walked to your room, where Ezzie was sitting on the bed.

"You're putting on that set," Ezzie said with a stern look on her face.

You knew that look. That look was the one she gave when she meant something was final. The first and last time you disobeyed that look, you ended up with a rather nasty bruise in the shape of her paddle brush. You didn't want another, so you begrudgingly put on the set of lingerie you had bought yesterday.

"It's not like he's going to see it," You grumbled, trying — and failing — to clip up your bra behind you.

Ezzie came over and wordlessly helped you, then handed you a bottle of lotion. It looked as if it came from the same set as the shampoo, conditioner, and body wash, and as you opened the bottle and the smell hit your nose, your thoughts were confirmed.

You quickly put some lotion on, then put on your slip. You looked up at the clock.

Two hours left. You felt the pit in your stomach get deeper. What would happen after you and Finn officially got married? Would you continue on acting civil all your lives, never to love each other but being bound to each other for all eternity? Or would Tommy be kind enough to let you get with different people, and the marriage only be for show? It was all a big mess of confusion, and you hated it.

•••

"Your hair is going up today," Ezzie informed you casually, not bothering to look at you, making your heart stop.

"I can't do braids or anything," You said quietly, making Ezzie look at you.

"That's why I'll be doing it," She reassured, giving you a small smile, "It's only me."

You took a deep breath, but nodded. She was right. It was Ezzie. She wasn't going to hurt you.

"Come sit," She instructed, and you did so.

You handed her your hairbrush, and she started detangling your long, (H/C) locks, starting at the ends then moving up to the roots. Once your hair was knot free, she parted your hair in the usual spot.

In the reflection, you spotted Polly and your Dad come to stand in the doorway of your bedroom. The first thing Polly noticed as your sister started braiding your hair was how tightly you were gripping the legs of the vanity. Your knuckles were white. She noticed that you were sitting stiff as a board, as if getting ready to jump out of your chair at a moments' notice.

"Hi," You greeted your Dad softly, still unsure of whether you wanted to interact with him or not.

"Hello, Bee," Aberama replied, staying in the doorway, giving you a wide berth for your own peace of mind.

You grinned at the nickname. Your Dad had nicknamed all of you kids after something that was the colour of your favourite colour — you were Bee, Esmeralda was Turtle, Bonnie was Tiger, and Saoirse hadn't settled on a colour yet.

"You'd think her sister was about to murder her," Polly whispered to your Dad, who pursed his lips.

He sniffed and cleared his throat, "Marian, she — she would never let (Y/N) put her hair up, so it would get really knotted, I'm talking nearly matted, Polly — and then she would make (Y/N) sit as she would pull the brush through her hair and (Y/N)'s body would have no chance but to follow the brush and (Y/N) would be in so much pain and that slut would enjoy every minute of what she'd put my Bee through."

Polly put a hand to her mouth, horrified that someone could do that to their baby. She could never, ever imagine doing that to her Michael, or her Anna.

Aberama and Polly watched as Esmeralda carefully braided your hair into a crown, leaving wisps out to frame your face, then delicately put wildflowers into the braid.

Polly looked at the clock. One hour left. She quickly got the dress from your wardrobe, and Ezzie ushered you out of your seat, and Ezzie helped you into your dress. You weren't wearing shoes — high heels and yourself weren't the best of friends. You weren't even acquaintances.

•••

You were now pacing in your bedroom, waiting for Finn to come give you your something new. The pit in your stomach had gotten worse, and it was taking everything in you to not spit out your gum and start chewing your nails.

A knock sounded on your door. You stopped your pacing and spun around, facing the door. You took a deep, steadying breath.

"Come in," You called, your voice shaky.

The door opened, and there stood Finn Shelby.

You gasped softly. He walked in, shutting the door behind him. He looked a vision, standing there in his suit. You'd be lying if you said that you didn't find him attractive right now. You wouldn't mind someone painting a portrait of this moment in time so you could always look back at it, just to see this version of Finn again.

You realised you were staring, and quickly looked away.

Finn, however, was too busy admiring you to notice. This was the first time he had seen you with your hair up. You looked like some kind of angel, but not the ones he read about in the Bible with Jeremiah. The pretty kind. To him, in this moment, you looked divine.

"Hi, Finn," You said shyly, feeling awkward under his gaze.

"Hi, (Y/N)," Finn greeted, sounding breathless, "You look — amazing, honest."

"You don't look too bad yourself," You teased as you looked back at him.

He grinned, then remembered what he came for. He fished a small box out of his pocket.

"These are our something new." He explained as you walked closer to him.

He opened the box, revealing two silver pendants, each the shape of half a heart.

"They're beautiful," You stated, looking up at Finn.

He felt pleased that you liked it. He had out a lot of thought into it, and there wasn't really much good stuff a person could get in five days.

He gently grabbed the one with his initials out and handed it to you, "Yours. We wear each other's initials."

"Can you put it on me?" You asked, scared the clasp would get caught in your hair and you would ruin your sister's handiwork.

Finn nodded, swapping you the box for your necklace. He undid the clasp, and put it around your neck, then did it back up again. He saw your spine peeking out of the top of your dress, and couldn't resist softly dragging the tip of his index finger up it, which made you gasp and shiver.

"Sorry," He mumbled, not feeling sorry at all.

Your skin was soft. He wanted to feel it again someday. And, when he was this close, he could smell your perfume. He liked the smell of it. He’d have to buy you more.

"Would you like me to put yours on you?" You questioned, turning back around.

"Yeah, please," Finn replied, handing you the box.

You went and stood behind him, necklace in hand.

"Can you bend your knees a little?" You asked the brown haired boy — he was a little bit taller than you.

Finn did as you asked, and you put the necklace on him. He spotted your bridal bouquet on the vanity, Aberama's tie wrapped around it, and chuckled.

"What?" You demanded, peeking around him to look in the same direction.

"You have silver bells in your bouquet — Mistress Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow? With silver bells and cockle shells and pretty pairs all in a row," Finn recited, "You and Mary, you've both got silver bells and pretty maids both in a row and you're both contrary."

"I'm not contrary!" You snapped, frowning as Finn turned to face you, "I've got ... layers."

He nodded sagely, "Like an onion."

You gave him a funny look, "What the fuck are you comparing me to an onion for?"

"I don't know, the boys had fried ones for breakfast!" Finn defended, putting his hands up.

"Did you have any? I don't care that it's a wedding, I won't become lip locked with you if you've eaten onions this morning!" You threatened, jabbing a finger to his chest.

"I haven't!" Finn said truthfully, but you narrowed your eyes at him.

"Let me smell your breath," You commanded, and he  complied, breathing heavily your face.

"You're lucky," You warned after the minty breath entered your nose.

Finn chuckled, which made you realise how ridiculous you were being. You started giggling along with him, then the door was knocked upon.

"Finn's got to go!" Ada said through the door.

You looked at the door, then back at Finn.

"See you there," You said quietly, the magic of the previous moment gone as reality set back in.

Finn nodded, "See you there.”

He turned to walk out of the bedroom, and you had the urge to grab his hand to make him stop, but you ignored it. He exited the room, leaving you in silence once more.

§§§

THE NEXT CHAPTER IS THE WEDDING AHHHH — I apologise for not much Finn and reader interaction but eh

Love y’all ❤️

- Sunflower x

NEXT PART

Part 8

[sashi-ya]

Can you do Rayleigh and 44

Hi!! I think tumblr might have part your request, so here I will put them together. It wasn't specified what tipe of request it was, so I choose to do some HCs for this two pretty boys. I hope you like them. Thanks for taking part on the event ~ 💖

NSFW ~ HCs for Shanks and Rayleigh ~ Age Play

Kinks:

🌶 #44: Age Play

TW: Age play. Daddy/little dynamic.

AN: Keep in mind reader is NOT underage. Everybody is +18.

Shanks.

🧁 Shanks treats his little one like a princess/prince. He is the sweetest daddy of all. You are spoiled by him. Every time, he comes back from work, the red haired man brings you candy. He treats you like this not only for kinky purposes, but also during daily living.

🧁 “Come here pretty little princess/prince/etc”, he calls you patting his lap when you become lonely. Shanks holds you tight while you are sitting on his lap.

🧁 Speaking of sitting on his lap, when he is feeling kinky, he will move his legs as if you were riding a horse. You instantly hump over his leg. He knows how much you like it, so this usually marks the start of a steamy night

🧁 He loves when you use your kigurumis or cute pyjamas. Especially a pink rabbit one. He adores it because it has easy access to your core…

🧁 He loves to give you baths. Shanks has bought you a pink bubble bath soap that smells amazing, so you usually play together on the bathtub while getting cleaned. He rubs a pink loofah all over your body and also gives you a hundred smooches. Shanks washes your hair too; he knows perfectly how to use the right products to leave your hair pretty and shining. Once the bath time is over, he wraps you with a big soft towel and dries you up. He also likes to brush your hair and help you with dressing.

🧁 Sex it's usually rough, mainly focused on your innocence and him being your daddy Dom. Choking you while you beg him to be fucked is one of his favourites. Spanking you several times over his lap, it's also a usual practice if you happen to disobey his rules.

🧁 Aftercare is really important for him. He is not good at cooking, yet he makes sure to stock his fridge with healthy snacks you like and orange juice. Sometimes, he brings you cocoa milk to bed if it's late or in the morning. Shanks treats you like a sweet thing he has to protect, so if you get sore from the rough sex, he will take care of that too.

🧁 Every night you two sleep together with a plushie he got for you. You usually end up sleeping and drooling all over him. Yet he is not mad, because he does the same ♡ ~

Silvers Rayleigh.

🧁 This man is a true Dom and a daddy. The dynamic stays in the bedroom, yet he takes care of you like nobody.

🧁 He knows he is older than you, so it's not difficult for you to play like this. Yet, even if he treats you like a princess/prince, you are not infantilized by him. You will have to do things on your own like a true adult. Yet, he loves to spoil you if you act like you are supposed to. Sweets are not his first choice; he prefers to take you somewhere you like or buy you something you need.

🧁 In bed, Rayleigh is not a rough lover, but a soft one. He takes his time to make you feel every single sensation, taking care of you, kissing you softly and treating you like his most precious treasure. He is way more experienced than you, so that's why he tends to explain everything he does to your body.

🧁 He is a soft lover, yet, if you disobey his rules or disrespect him, you will be punished. Spanks are also a choice for him. His whole hand let's your butt sore and burning. He usually punishes you when you don't take care of yourself, such as not eating properly or forgetting to brush your teeth.

🧁 After care is also important. He knows how much you love to be carried in his arms, so he lifts you up and takes you to the bathroom where he helps you to bathe. Kisses on your forehead follow and a delicious but healthy meal that he cooks specially for you are awaiting on the kitchen table.

🧁 If you go to sleep earlier than him, he will come and tuck you in bed, brushing your hair and then hugging you from behind making sure you know he holds you close the whole night ♡ ~

[baekhansol]

N.D.A | f.l

ℕ𝕠𝕟 𝔻𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝔸𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 (ℕ.𝔻.𝔸.) noun

a contract by which one or more parties agree not to disclose confidential information that they have shared with each other as a necessary part of doing business together.

Happy Birthday, Felix Lee!

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : fluff!

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 : mature

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : best friend Felix x gn + nonverbal reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 3.7k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : reader is nonverbal, JYP is an asshole, wanting to lie about having been eating well, food/eating, mentions of wearing masks, I think that's it ?

𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 : Felix has always been your best friend, and takes care of you when you can't

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : this was beta read by the lovely Dee Dee over at @sugasbabiie . Her notes and edits were wonderful as always 💜

this is also a friendly reminder that my blog contains nsfw elements, so do not follow me if you are a minor.

At one simple glance into your eyes, once allowing yourself a moment of vulnerability with your best friend, Felix knew what a terrible day you must have had. He immediately pulls you into a warm hug, pausing in case he meets resistance before squeezing you and holding you tightly.

"Have you eaten well?" He softly asks you, playing with your hair as he sways you back and forth.

You wanted to lie and say yes. You really did. But you couldn't get yourself to respond that way, so instead, you shake your head no.

"I'll make something then," he says simply, pulling back to look you in the eyes.

Felix finds tears welling up in your eyes, so he cups your cheek with one hand. "Have you taken your meds?" He checks.

When you nod, his expression gives away a brief flash of relief before turning back to genuine concern.

"Good. Why don't you go put your pajamas on and start getting ready for bed then, hmm?" He suggests, smiling sweetly.

You hesitate, considering saying no. You rack your brain, but the fog from your mental state makes the task difficult. You were fairly certain you'd never been braless around Felix before, but at the same time, you really didn't want to wear one.

"It's okay, y/n," he softly assures you.

Looking into his eyes, you remind yourself he has sisters. So you nod as a soft whimper accidentally escapes you.

You retreat to the bathroom, scrubbing your face harshly as you wash it. You try to get rid of the self-hatred and body insecurities that consumed your entire body, but particularly your face. Of course, it didn't help.

A whine of irritation escapes you before you apply the rest of your skincare. Afterwards, you slowly shuffle to your bedroom. You stare at what pajamas you have clean (which isn't much) and end up in a long sleeved shirt to hide your arms and pajama shorts. You made sure the pair wasn't too free flowing, as you didn't want to flash Felix by some weird accident since you didn't wear underwear to bed.

You slowly shuffle out to the kitchen, finding Felix at the stove throwing something together. Padding closer, you notice him making ramen. You ask him what he is doing with a soft “Hm?”

He gestures for you to come closer before speaking, “You had some ramen, so I’m making it with eggs. And now I’m adding in vegetables, see?”

When you nod, he smiles. “Do you want to grab a bowl for yourself? I already ate,” Felix assures you.

You nod and timidly get yourself a bowl and chopsticks, your hands unsteady. You manage to set down the bowl without dropping it, and Felix notices your lack of stability.

He moves from the stove, getting a plastic cup with a lid and straw, pouring you a cup of water before getting himself a glass. Felix sets it at the table before returning to the stove, getting your ramen together in your bowl. “Will you sit down, Y/N?” he asks gently.

You nod and sit, sipping your water and swinging your legs. Felix soon places the bowl in front of you, and you begin to eat slowly. He sits next to you after getting a napkin, watching you to ensure you don't eat too quickly.

Following “Dr. Lee’s” orders, you finish the entire bowl of ramen. Once done, he inquires, “Go brush your teeth, okay? Do you need to take your night meds?”

You pout but nod, getting up and taking the cup of water with you. You take your medicine before slowly brushing your teeth, trying not to let the sensation overwhelm you. When you finally finish, you pad back out to find Felix, who was currently cleaning the dishes.

You huff at him, upset that he was doing them for you. He wasn’t just doing the ones he cooked with, but even the ones you had left in the sink.

He says nothing but smiles when you hug him from behind and bury your face into his shirt. When he finishes and dries his hands, you drag him to the bathroom and get out a spare toothbrush, silently offering him to stay overnight.

“Go lay in bed; I’ll come and join you soon,” he says. When you nod, he takes the toothbrush and gets himself ready for bed.

You lay in bed playing games on your phone, curling up under your sheets. Felix soon comes back, grabbing a book off your bookshelf. He sets his phone on your bedside table, placing his there as well. Felix sits on your bed, leaning against the wall and spreading his legs.

“Come here,” he suggests, patting the spot between his legs.

You hesitate before sitting up, moving to sit in his lap, resting against his chest. He opens the book in front of you, making you giggle when you realize what it is.

“Didn’t your mom buy you this?” he asks, kissing your cheek before resting his chin on your shoulder. You nod as he opens the book. “I still can’t believe she knew it was a Star Wars storybook and didn’t think it was a children’s book,” he laughs.

A little giggle escapes you, and Felix beams. He begins to read, his gentle voice helping to lull you to sleep. When he finishes the book, he helps you lay down and tuck you in. He puts the book back and turns off the light, smiling at the soft whine escaping you.

You wiggle a little, subconsciously craving his hold. "Lixie?" You manage to murmur, not even realizing it was your first words since he came over. But he knew.

"I’m here," he assures you, climbing into bed with you and spooning you. Felix wraps his arm loosely around your waist, handing you one of your stuffies to cuddle. "This okay?" He checks with you.

You nod, relaxing into him and falling back asleep.

"I love you," Felix says lowly, and you can't quite tell if you were dreaming or not. You two had said that you love each other plenty of times before, but this time seemed different.

You wake up in the morning alone and immediately begin to panic.

"Felix?" You cry out, stumbling out of bed.

You're quick to find him in the kitchen and nearly cry out of relief.

"I didn't leave; I'm just making breakfast," he assures you, setting down the spatula and hugging you close.

When you pull away, he looks at you intently, a smile creeping onto his face. "Good morning, sweetheart," Felix says, causing you to blush.

"Morning," you manage, glancing down.

"Go take your medicine. And don't worry about being nonverbal or not, okay?" Felix says.

You tried not to go nonverbal around others, but you had mentioned your frustration to Felix before. People, especially your parents, always ended up forcing you into talking. It made you uncomfortable and took up extra energy, exhausting you quicker. Felix was rather understanding at the time, but you were always afraid to be around him while nonverbal due to the struggle of communicating. But at the moment, it was going surprisingly well. You figure it's his patience and caring nature.

You go and do as he says, briefly wondering why he was telling you what to do and why you found it so easy to listen. You shrug and come back out, sitting at the table as Felix places a plate of eggs and toast in front of you.

"Eat up, please," he says, joining you with a plate of his own.

You begin to eat, letting out a happy hum as you do.

Felix’s smile grows before he clears his throat. "I have to go into the studio today, but I'm not comfortable leaving you alone, even if I take all of your sharp objects," he admits, his expression turning serious.

You look intently at your plate, finding the yellow of the eggs to be a lovely color suddenly.

"Will you come to the studio with me? You can stay somewhere quiet and read for homework, if you'd like," Felix offers, watching closely for your reaction.

You'd never gone to the studio before. There had been times where Felix had said it would be okay, but you never had the chance. You wanted to, but you were worried about saesangs, getting Felix in trouble, starting a scandal… you had, and have, a lot of anxiety around it.

You hesitate before nodding slightly, causing Felix to grin in absolute delight.

"Okay! Great! And the second thing is… can I borrow clothes? I know you sometimes wear boxers to bed, and I just need a clean shirt and sweats…" Felix asks, and this time it was his turn to blush.

You laugh a little and nod, hoping your clothes would fit him.

"Great! Then after we get ready, I'll drive us there," he decides, smiling to make sure it was okay with you.

You nod in agreement, giving him a sense of relief.

You go use the bathroom, relieved that he didn't get up and leave without saying goodbye, or that the whole thing was a dream or strange hallucination. You take your medicine before going back to the kitchen, sitting at the table where Felix had already begun to eat.

You hum softly as you eat, letting him know to the best of your ability that you appreciate his actions.

Once you finish your plate, you bring them to the kitchen sink and wash them. You go to pick up the pan, but you can tell it’s too hot to wash. You leave it aside to cool down, drying your dishes as Felix washes his own.

After drying your hands as well, you head to your room with Felix to get ready for the day.

Felix helps you make your bed, but you manage to do most of it yourself so it was made the way you like it. You sit down and hug one of your pillows, watching as Felix goes through your clothes and picks something out to wear. He ends up picking out your clothes as well, getting you a soft shirt, your favorite pants, and a hoodie that he could have sworn belonged to him at one time.

He opens your underwear drawer before you can stop him, a noise of distraught escaping you. Felix ignores it just as he ignores your sex toys and lubricant, finding a pair of boxers for himself and a soft, simple pair of cotton panties for you along with a wireless bra.

Felix shuts the drawer and sets what he chose for you on the bed, the soft blush adorning his cheeks visible.

"I'll change in the bathroom, ok?" He states, gathering his borrowed clothes and shutting the door behind him.

In shock, you stare at the door for a moment before managing to get yourself dressed and tossing your dirty clothes in the hamper. You get up and head to the bathroom, greeted with an open door. Felix had already changed and was borrowing your hairbrush.

"Sorry," he apologizes, somewhat sheepishly.

You shake your head and dismiss it with a wave of your hand, silently letting him know you didn't mind.

"Turn around," he says.

You give him a confused look but turn around regardless, watching his reflection in the mirror. Felix runs the brush through your hair, careful about your ears. He sets the brush down and runs his fingers through your hair, braiding it. Felix then ties it off with a hair tie, beaming in pride at his creation.

You give him an appreciative smile before he asks, "are you ready?"

You shake your head, pulling out your makeup.

"You know you don't have to," he begins.

You shake your head more stubbornly, crossing your arms with a huff before you point to your concealer. Felix chuckles, and much to your surprise, he begins to do your makeup. You turn to lean against the sink, watching as he concentrates on doing your makeup. His soft breath fans over your cheeks, and you were secretly glad you gave him a toothbrush.

Felix doesn't take long, giving you only base makeup. He does your eye makeup very simply, looking through your lip products before choosing the one he wants for you. Felix applies the glossy tint, his concentration on your lips causing you to blush.

"There," he softly murmurs, stepping back for you to look in the mirror as he pockets the lip tint.

You beam at him, turning and hugging him. He gently rubs your back before leading you to the door.

"Ugh, socks!" He remembers, turning back and heading to your bedroom.

You laugh and go to the kitchen, somehow managing to start cleaning the dishes. Felix comes back and looks confused, only to realize what you were doing. He helps by drying the dishes, watching as you tie up the trash.

"Eggs," you say pointedly.

"Good idea," he hums, going and putting on his shoes.

You notice he grabbed your backpack and keys, so you put your own shoes on.

As you throw out the trash, Felix goes and starts your car. You soon join him, using the hand sanitizer you carry for situations like this.

Felix turns on soft music, driving to the company after ensuring you were both wearing your seatbelts.

Once he parks, he grabs masks from his bag for you both. Felix puts his on before going to the passenger side door and helping you with yours. He slings your backpack over his shoulder, locking your car before leading you inside. You don’t notice Felix’s fingers twitching, but you did wish you were holding hands. Even in your sensitive state, you knew holding hands here and to the JYP building was not a good idea, as the possibility of saesangs taking a photo and starting drama was too high for either of your likings.

Once inside, security tries to stop you. “It’s okay, they’re with me,” he assures the guard, taking your hand as he shows them his ID.

The security guard stares you down before nodding and taking both of your temperatures. The guard stands to the side, letting Felix take you to the elevator and towards their practice room. He doesn’t let go of your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

Once off the elevator, another security member is about to stop you before they notice Felix holding your hand. “Excuse us,” he says, leading you around them. Their puzzled expression doesn’t go unnoticed by you, but you were glad they didn’t try to stop you.

He stops outside a room, pointing to it. “This is Channie hyung’s room, okay? If you need to go there for somewhere quieter, he won’t mind,” Felix explains, quickly pulling out his phone to check something. “Then we are practicing in this room today,” he says, leading you to a different door and opening it.

It was loud, as some of the others were stretching, talking, and dancing. Hyunjin smiles and waves as soon as he notices you, while most of the others shout their greetings. Changbin runs over and is about to hug you, but Felix stands in front of you, since Changbin was prone to hugging without asking.

“Do you want a hug?” Felix asks you, wanting you to be comfortable.

You hesitate before nodding, stepping around Felix and hugging Changbin. Changbin picks you up and spins you around, giggles escaping you.

“How are you? I can’t believe you came!” Changbin cheers as he sets you down, a grin on his face.

You step back into Felix, who gently holds your shoulders as you lose your balance. You look up at him, worry clouding your features.

“Y/N is… having some trouble talking right now. So, simple yes or no questions work best for them,” Felix explains, squeezing your shoulders reassuringly before letting you go.

“Oh, okay,” Changbin says, nodding despite not clearly understanding. “Sorry, Y/N, I didn’t know,” he adds, smiling.

You shrug a little, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“They don’t normally leave home when it happens. They generally are stressed and overwhelmed, so it helps them cope and is easier just to let them… communicate in other ways,” Felix further explains, moving to stand next to you and resting his hand on your back.

When you tense up, he withdraws his hand, but you stop him by grabbing his arm and shaking your head. Felix gently rubs soothing circles on your back as you accommodate yourself with the new space.

Chan comes over at the same time, smiling brightly. “It happens normally to neurodivergent people, right? Especially autistic ones?” Chan asks, looking at you for confirmation. You nod, and he continues. “Is it okay if I put my hand on your shoulder?” he asks. When you nod a second time, Chan places his hand on your shoulder and squeezes lightly. “I’m happy you came! If you need a break, you can go to my studio room, okay? Did Felix show you where it is?”

You nod, glancing at Felix.

“Okay, good! Today might not be the best day though,” he admits, looking to Felix.

“What do you mean by that?” Felix asks, rubbing your back.

Chan removes his hand from your shoulder and says in a hushed voice, “JYP is supposed to come to practice today.”

“I’m sure everything will be fine,” Felix responds with a tight lipped smile.

Once Felix makes sure you are comfortable sitting down, he produces earplugs from his pocket (you have no idea where or how he got them), and sets them in the palm of your hand. “In case it gets too loud,” he murmurs, smiling.

He straightens up as the choreographer enters the room, who they greet and thank. They soon start practicing, and you find yourself carefully stuffing the earplugs in your ears. You watch them in awe, looking at each of them practicing the new moves. Your eyes always come back to Felix, and you soon find yourself grinning like a fool. The song was amazing, and you wrote a note down in your phone to tell Chan, Changbin, and Jisung later on.

Right as they start a break, JYP himself comes into the room. You look up from your phone, the blood draining from your face as you try to meet Felix’s eyes. They immediately turn around and greet him, bowing and thanking him for his time.

“Show me what you have so far,” JYP says, heading towards you, standing in front of the mirror. That’s when he notices you. His eyes narrow and he walks over to you, and you immediately bow in greeting.

You feel the anxiety bubbling in your chest, threatening to overwhelm you as your breathing becomes irregular.

“You’re not an intern. Who are you?” he inquires, resting his hands on his hips.

You gape up at him, but thankfully Felix is quick to come to your aid.

“Sorry, JYP! This is my partner, Y/N. They can’t talk right now, since their doctor has their voice on rest-” Felix begins, only to be interrupted. Your eyes widen in shock as he introduces you as his partner, quickly trying to hide your surprise as he lies for you.

“So they’re sick? They shouldn’t be here then!” JYP demands, his face reddening in anger.

“No! They just aren’t supposed to talk because they had vocal chord surgery, that’s all!” he explains, doing his best to pull the lie.

Felix’s words seem to console and calm JYP, who huffs.

“Someone’s going to have to give them a non-disclosure agreement then,” he huffs, looking at the staff as if to tell them they needed to. “I will have a conversation with you later, Yongbok,” JYP sneers.

You knew Felix was in for it, but he gives you a charming smile before starting to practice.

You notice JYP’s glare every now and then, so when they take a break you make a beeline for the door, heading to Chan’s studio room and sending Felix a text with an explanation. You’re so caught up in remaining calm and composed that you almost bump into who turns out to be Mina from Twice.

Your eyes widen and you apologize, bowing and managing to say a soft, “I’m sorry.”

Once in Chan’s studio room, you move his chair and curl up under his desk. You put the hood of your hoodie over your head, doing some deep breathing. You take out the earplugs and put them in your pocket before turning on some soft, soothing music.

You close your eyes and don’t realize you had fallen asleep until Felix comes in the room, calling your name. Before he panics, he notices you under the desk. He bends down and offers you his hand, saying, “C’mon, you must be uncomfortable.”

You take it and he helps you stand up, your back popping as you do so.

“Are you hungry? It’s been a while since breakfast, and we all stopped and had lunch,” he explains, gently letting go of your hand.

You shove the hood off of your head, grabbing his forearms. “Did you mean what you said?” you ask, your eyes wide as your cheeks flush.

“What I said?” he asks, perplexed.

You stare at him for a moment before blurting, “You called me your partner…”

“Oh,” Felix says, his voice small. “About that…” he begins, subtly checking his pulse before rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable…”

“Do you want me to be your partner?” you bluntly rephrase.

Felix’s cheeks turn pinker and pinker as he nods ever so slightly. “I’ve thought about asking you before, but never did. I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way, and you’re my best friend…” he murmurs.

“Well…” you shyly begin. “You’re patient, caring, and help me when I go nonverbal. You’re understanding of my space and sometimes I swear you know me better than myself. You’re… Well, pretty much everything I want in a boyfriend…”

“Really?” Felix asks, surprised at your admission.

“Yeah…” you murmur with a nod, glancing downwards as you loosen your grip on his arms. You look back up and bite your lip before shyly asking, “Will you kiss me?”

Felix blinks, but smiles before pulling down both of your masks and giving you a soft kiss on your lips. You whine softly, so he cups your cheek and kisses you again.

After he pulls away, he smiles and giggles, “So about that non disclosure agreement…”

[cheerstotheelites-if]

99. What are the ROs' morning routines usually like? What do they eat for breakfast (if they have breakfast)? What time do they usually get up in the morning?

From this ask list

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Weylyn: Wakes up at 6:30 am and does some stretches, then makes his bed. Goes downstairs to cook breakfast for him and his parents, then eats with them. Breakfast depends, but it usually contains coffee, toast, eggs, stew, fruit jam, and pineapple juice. Takes a bath next, does a bit of a face routine, and brushes his teeth, then dresses up for school. It takes a good while for him to comb and style his hair because the curls are a bit unruly at times. He takes the lunch his mom packed for him, and heads out with a loving goodbye and a kiss on the cheek to both of his parents.

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Fleur: Wakes up at 5:00 am and drinks her medicine, then makes her way to her private bathroom, replying to the texts Cooper sent her hours prior. Takes a thirty minute long bath (facial routine included) in her private bathroom with some music playing from a bluetooth speaker, then starts getting ready for school after. Blowdries and combs her hair for a while until floofy. Heads downstairs to the dining room, fully dressed in school uniform and bag on her shoulder. She doesn't eat, only taking a bitter mug of coffee, leave her bag at the couch in the living room and goes back upstairs to brush her teeth and pick up things before she forgets. By the time she comes back downstairs, her brothers are already groggily awake and eating breakfast with her parents. So she waits in the living room, reading on school materials and waiting until it's time to go.

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Zephyrine: Wakes up at 6:00 am, and does her bed bregrudgingly. She ties her hair into a high ponytail as she heads downstairs, then starts cleaning up whatever mess her mom left behind from the night prior. Thirty minutes later she's eating a PB&J sandwich as she pours food for Sashimi. Her mind wanders to what kind of guy her mom brought home, judging by the slew of clothes and things that are obviously not owned by her or her mom. Once that's done, she goes back upstairs to take a quick shower, brush her teeth, and wash her face with some facial products. Starts getting ready for school, blow dries hair, applies make up, puts on uniform. She takes her bag, gives Sashimi one last kiss on the head and exits the house and to the garage where her motorbike is, to which she drives her way to school with.

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Eliseo: He wakes up at 5:45 am, staring at the ceiling for a while with a sigh before getting up. Bregrudgingly makes his way to his private bathroom to take a long shower and quickly wash his face. Once that's done, he starts dressing up for school in a lazy manner. He dries his hair, then starts styling it with a comb and some hair wax. He opens Nicotine's cage, and the parrot hops on his shoulder with a squawk. He goes downstairs to the dining room, greeting both of his moms with a kiss to their cheeks before joining them. Breakfast is different on each day, and today the kitchen staff made french toast. Eliseo feeds Nicotine some seeds as he idly listens in on the conversation his moms are having, something about business, as he drinks his white coffee. He brushes his teeth after, tells Nicotine to not be a little shit, and leaves with a goodbye kiss on the cheeks to his moms. He drives his sportscar to school.

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Cooper: Wakes up at 3:20 am and immediately starts texting Fleur about random things and greeting her good morning. Tries to clean up his room a bit, but ends up making the mess a bit messier so he gives up. He wanders around his home for a bit, greeting graveyard shift servants and striking conversation with some of them. Ends up in the kitchen and greets the kitchen staff, have a chat, and ends up eating breakfast with them which for today is rice, fried tempura and crab meat, and stir fried veggies with a glass of red iced tea. Cooper would often ask if he can help with the cooking and prepping, but the kitchen staff gently turn him down, which often makes Cooper pout. With a goodbye, he heads to one of the many gardens of the Lockhart estate, greeted by the family corgi Corndog. He wanders the gardens for a bit until the sun starts to rise, and eventually heads inside with Corndog, to which he happily greets his awakening family with.

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Ophelia: Wakes up at 6:00 am and is immediately greeted by the family dog Cryptid with licks to the face. Washes her face, then heads downstairs to eat breakfast. Is greeted by her lack of her older siblings (both have already gone to work and college). Eats what remainder of breakfast is left on the dining table which is usually cheesy scrambled eggs, buttered toast, and orange juice or brown coffee. Takes a quick shower after, and dresses up for school. Might end up staring at herself in the mirror for a while, before getting snapped out of it by Cryptid's barking. She leaves some food and water for Cryptid, give the doggo some last minute goodbye kisses, and walks her way to school.

[jensen-ackles-girl]

Author’s Note: This is the first story I've posted on here, bare with me guys I've been trying to work on my writing it's not that good so please don't hate on my grammar or spelling errors I'm trying! I hope you like

(I've decided to make this a series so hope you guys like it)

Pairing: Jared x SisterReader! , Genevieve x Reader (mentioned), jensen x reader (mentioned) , jensen x reader

Summary: Y/N is the younger sister of Jared padalecki they both grew up in San Antonio, Texas they both have good acting jobs both live in Austin, Texas so when the opportunity of a lifetime comes to Y/N to fly to Vancouver to be apart of supernatural

Warnings: Fluff,Cussing,Family

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Chapter 2

It only took a few minutes to arrive at jared's as it wasn't to far from the airport only a mile or two out from there she had decided she would stay with him at least for a couple of days having gotten the phone call about her apartment not being ready yet, So when they both arrived ruffly around 4 or 4:30 she had a later flight instead of an early one she had gotten out to get her stuff but her brother had gotten there first so he carried her suitcase in for her as she greeted Genevieve her brothers wife first they said a brief hello and a hug before her nephew's came running at her and tackled her into a hug which she gladly accepted, This caused jared and genevieve to laugh after he got done laughing he pulled the kids off of her and carried them off too play.

Genevieve led her to the room she'd be staying in for the next two or three days how ever many it would take as they where walking they where both chitchatting away catching up with one another like old times the two of them where so close they always have been sense day one,When they got to the room she left her to get settled in and unpacked and that's what she did she hung her clothes up in the small closet she had which wasn't a problem because she didn't have many to begin with she promised herself she would go shopping if she had the time to.

When she got her clothes hung she started setting the bathroom up like setting her toothbrush and toothpaste on the sink and putting her shampoo and conditioner in the shower along with her body wash and razors, When she was down with that she slid her suitcase under the bed to get it out of the way she then took her shoes off and set them up beside the bed as she plugged her phone into charge because it was about to die after she got everything set up and ready to go she made her way downstairs and too the kitchen where she knew genevieve or jared would be to her surprise jared was in there starting dinner.

"hey you need some help with that before you burn the house down with your cooking" she teased him he let out a chuckle "hey I'm pretty good at cooking now unlike someone" he teased her back "hey now I'm a good cook and you know it" he chuckled and shook his head with laughter "yeah yeah you are but yeah I could use the help thanks" she smiled and nodded "yeah of course" she helped her brother while genevieve played with her kids they where building with the toy blocks, she and him got dinner done and called the others to come eat while Y/N fixed the drinks and passed them out they all set down and ate dinner then after they where done she helped genevieve clean up the kitchen and they teamd up to do the dishes she washed while genevieve dried they soon got done with that, They said there goodnight's and she went to put the boys down for bed jared and her stayed up a few minutes more too check up with one another then around 8:30 to 9:00 they finally went to bed there self's.

She got dressed for bed brushed her teeth and took her hair down too let it rest a while she then got settled into bed but not before she set her alarm to 5:30 so she could get an earlier start because she had to be on set the next day she was excited to meet everyone and get a chance to work with them but she was extremely nervous at the same time she's never really done a big role like this before only small ones so she hoped she could do it without any problems, With this on her brain it too her a little while longer to go too sleep than usual but she did finally did go to sleep and she stayed asleep until it was time for her to wake up.

(sorry it took so long to update this I just got inspiration to update it not many read this story but I'm still going to post it so here we go)

Tags: @supraveng (I didn't know if you wanted to be tagged in this again but I did anyway because you wanted to be tagged in the first one just let me know if you don't and I'll stop but if you do I'll continue to tag you in updates)

[13-reasons-ideas]

Can’t Go Back Part 21

A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long. I was having a really hard time writing this chapter. I don't know why but I did. It is done now though. This chapter contains SMUT. DNI IF UNDER 18. IF YOU INTERACT UNDER 18 YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. As always, feedback is appreciated and much love. -Em

I woke up half an hour early Friday morning. Monty groaned at the alarm. “Shh. It’s for me. Go back to sleep.” He grunted in response. I placed a soft kiss to the back of his neck and got out of bed. I picked up one of his shirts from the laundry basket that hadn’t made its way into a drawer yet. In the bathroom, I ran the shower while I brushed my teeth. In the shower, I washed my hair and exfoliated while my conditioner sat. After my face was washed, I set about the arduous task of shaving. There was some spectacularly ungraceful bending and balancing to make sure I hadn’t missed any spots. This is attractive. Bet he wishes he was awake to see this spectacle.

Once I was clean, I finished my skincare routine while my hair towel dried. I used a honey almond moisturizer that I knew Monty liked. I slipped his shirt on. His alarm went off while I was putting product in my hair. Surprisingly, he got up of his own accord. “Morning baby.” He mumbled from the other side of the door.

“Morning babe.”  Knowing his routine like the back of my hand by now, I vacated the bathroom to go make some breakfast. A bowl of apple oatmeal sounded delicious this morning. I poured a bowl of cereal for Monty. While he showered and coffee brewed, I read my newest book.

“Good morning Addison.” Monty smiled and kissed me when he came into the kitchen. His hair was still wet. It dripped on my arm and made me jump slightly.  

“Good morning Monty.”

“You smell nice.” He placed another kiss on my head. I tilted my head up and back to kiss him again. I brought my arm up to wrap around his neck. His arm instinctively found its way to settle just below my chest. I held him in place as I deepened the kiss slightly.

Before it could go any further the coffee machine beeped. Monty pulled away. He rolled his eyes a little. I went back to my book like nothing happened, but not before I caught him adjusting his jeans. I smirked to myself. I might have to text the guys and tell them brunch is cancelled. “It’s supposed to rain today, so I don’t think you should go to school in just my shirt.”

“Well, that’s unfortunate. I was practically already ready to go.” I teased. He turned to look at me. His eyes had darkened a shade or two. I couldn’t be sure if it was from our kiss or my comment.

“And now you have to go put some fucking pants on.”

“Yes, sir.” I mock saluted. He chuckled as he poured us cups of coffee.

“That’s Daddy to you Doll.” He muttered as I walked back to our room. Again, I smirked to myself. Well at least the sex shouldn’t be as big a surprise. I picked up my phone off the nightstand and texted Scott, Charlie, and Justin. Brunch might be cancelled tomorrow. My parents need us to help move some furniture.

Charlie answered me first. You mean they need you to them move furniture. I smiled. As I was deciding on a pair of jeans, Justin texted me. I glanced down at my phone. Supervision duty. Fun. Let me know if something breaks.

Black skinny jeans or the navy with the cuffs?

Navy.

Thanks.

Scott answered a minute later. That’s all the updates I need or want. I tied a knot in front of the shirt, so I wasn’t swimming in it. My hair was beginning to dry by now, so I ran a comb through it quickly and scrunched it in an attempt to give it at least a little shape while it finished drying.

As I was walking out of our room, Justin texted me again. Oh. You don’t actually mean that. Have fun. Still let me know if something breaks.

I do. And I will. See you at school.

I didn’t bother waiting for a response and slipped my phone in my pocket. “Remember we are helping mum and dad with the stupid hutch tomorrow afternoon.”

“I know. If dad hasn’t said anything to either of us before school is done, I’ll text him.”

“Alright.” I stopped in front of Monty and twirled. “See, pants. Better?”

“Much. And watch that tone missy.”

“Okay.” I rolled my eyes. He blinked at me in surprise. I watched as he stepped towards me and leaned in.

“I have no issue being late for school. Feel free to keep this up Doll.” He grumbled.

“Sorry. I’ll be good.” I squeaked.

“Good.” He nodded. I jumped when he swatted my butt as he walked past me to turn on the news. He was right. It was supposed to rain today.

There was a sweater in my spot when I got to lunch. I picked it up and threw it over my bag as I sat down. Monty stopped talking and kissed the side of my head, before going back to arguing with Zach and Charlie about a play for tonight’s game. I tuned them out and turned to Justin. “Moving furniture?” He muttered to me.

“Yeah. Mum is sick of looking at that awful hutch coat rack thing.”

“How are you supposed to help with that?”

“Direct. Probably push it.”

“On the hardwood?”

“We are going to put cloths underneath. It’ll be good. Monty is going to supervise because of his knee. He’s thrilled.”

“He finally gets out of the heavy lifting?”

“Yup. All it took was breaking himself.”

“All.” We chuckled. “I want to know if it breaks. That thing really is awful. Call me if you need more help.”

“It is. I’ll definitely tell you.”

“Good.”

“Tell them I’m right Addison.” Zach said.

“About?”

“No, tell them I’m right.” Monty said.

“About?”

“The play is a stupid play.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“And we are asking the person who doesn’t do sports about sports because…?”

“Just agree.”

“And now I defer to Justin. Talk to your boys please.”

“Oh, so now they’re my boys?”

“Yes.” I nodded and pulled out my salad, effectively removing myself from the conversation. The sweater came in handy. It was absolutely pouring rain on my way to fourth period.

“They don’t need us until at least three tomorrow.” Monty said as I was getting my books from my locker.

“That’s great. I’ll tell the boys brunch is still on.” I picked up my bag and we made our way to the car. My plans for the evening were playing over in my head as we walked.

At home, Monty went to change while I threw a load of laundry in. I got started on some homework with the time we had to kill before making dinner. He squeezed my shoulder as he passed me at the island. I smiled at him briefly before going back to my notes. He grabbed a bag of fruit snacks and pulled out my laptop. I did note that he had already taken off his pants for no pants pizza. We worked quietly for a little while before my stomach started to grumble. Monty chuckled quietly. We turned to each other and grinned. “Dinner?”

“Yes, please.” I laughed. We stood up and took out ingredients. The hour or so we took to cook was so nice. There were stolen glances and stupid jokes passed between the two of us. We slowly moved closer to each other and bumped hips. Everything was so normal. It was amazing. I was elated to be back to how things used to be.

After we finished enjoying our pizzas, I got up to change and get ready for bed. I reapplied my lotion and grabbed my favourite white button up. The white button up. I left the top few buttons undone. Smoothing it out in the mirror, I made my way back to the couch. I sat down cross-legged next to Monty.

“That’s familiar.” He said as he looked up. I shrugged.

“It’s comfortable.”

“Okay.” He smiled. I leaned closer and he pulled me into his side. He shifted and stretched before putting his arm across the back of the couch, and my shoulders. Cliché but adorable. Neither of us commented on the light blue strappy bra I wore. Or the fact that I was wearing a matching set.

The two of us sat in comfortable silence for a while. The Cars That Made America was on. It was very interesting. Soon enough the first episode ended and the second began. Love that History does all three at once. I could feel Monty’s eyes on me. He tried to hide that he was looking, by sneaking quick glances. No matter how hard he tried not to, I knew he was staring down his shirt. My position against his side gave him a prefect view of my cleavage. I tried to hide a smirk as I spoke. “Yes?”

“Nothing.” He averted his gaze and tried to feign more interest in our show.

“Okay.” I adjusted my position again. I hadn’t noticed how aroused I was until I moved, and the cool air hit my core. I inhaled sharply.

“Are you okay Addison?”

“Yeah.” I looked up and caught him smirking.

“You sure about that?”

“Mhmm.”  

“Alright.” I cuddled closer into his side. Tilting my head up slightly, I kissed his jaw softly. We were well into episode two by this point. He turned and kissed me on the forehead.

I sat up a little and kissed his cheek. He smiled to himself.

I took the opportunity to kiss the corner of his mouth.  Then I kissed him properly. He smiled more. I ran my tongue along his bottom lip. He allowed me entrance and eventually, pulled me into his lap. My hands rested at his shoulders. His wrapped around my waist and rested on my hips. He let me lead for a while. My hips ground on their own accord. Until his natural desire for control got the best of him and he broke. Our fight for dominance ended when he grabbed my his with one hand to still me. The other hand slid up my side and came to rest against my throat. I whimpered and tried to buck my hips. His hand squeezed my throat gently. A warning. I pulled away and huffed. He leaned in and nipped my lip. I stuck my tongue out at him. He quirked a brow. I looked down at him apologetically. He shook his head and smiled. I leaned in and kissed him again. He pulled away and started to kiss my neck. It was really soothing. I sighed slightly and adjusted my position. Monty nipped my neck. I whimpered.

His hand travelled back down my body and rested at my panty line. My breath caught as his fingers ran along the line. My hand travelled down his body and tugged at the bottom of his shirt. Monty pulled away and pulled his shirt off. I dragged my nails down his chest again and immediately my hand rested at the waistband of his boxers. He smirked at me. I looked at him with begging eyes. He nodded. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” I said, confidently nodding.

“Okay.” He nodded again. I sat back in his lap and pulled his button up off. My hands went back to his waistband and pulled his boxers down a little. He picked me up and placed me on the couch so he could take them off. I jumped back into his lap after pulling my own underwear off.

There was no need to prepare either of us because of all the pent-up tension that had been building in the days and weeks leading up to this. I slowly sank down on his cock, gasping as it entered me. He groaned in my ear and threw his head back. I began to rock my hips back and forth and around in circles, trying to find the best angle and positioning. Once I found it, we both looked at each other with wide eyes. Perfect. He pulled my head towards his and kissed me deeply. “I love you.” He mumbled against my mouth.

“I love you too.” I found my rhythm and placed my hands on his shoulders to get better leverage and balance. Soon enough, I could tell the knot in my stomach was beginning to tighten. Montgomery’s grip on my hip tightened and I could tell his high was coming on fast. Probably a little faster than he would like, but I wasn’t going to complain.

A few minutes, or maybe a few more than a few minutes, I wasn’t counting, my walls tightened around his cock. He groaned. I leaned down and bit into his shoulder. Monty growled. I felt his cock spasm deep inside of me. I gingerly removed myself from his cock and rested in his lap. We both slumped against each other, breathing heavily. Eventually, we both stood and moved to our bedroom. There were a few more rounds. We woke up the next morning groggy, sore, and sated.

[mypimpademia]

Stepdad!Bakugo x black!fem!parent!reader

TW: Swearing

Key: D/n = Daughters name

Note: I was reading my own fics as one does because I randomly remembered this oneshot I did of Bakugo w a pregnant, single mom, black reader and I wanted to kinda add onto it so I suggest reading that before this or it won't make a lot of sense

Half headcanon, half oneshot

Taglist: @myhoodacademia @bnhainthewoo @iiminibattlehero @ecao @v-vpluto @cheerfulpeople1234 @strawberry-ice @mixxfi @renzai @wolfkid22 @mythiccheroacademia @myfandemons @sheepydumpling @lilsparkyswife

After your encounter with Katsuki, you often found yourself around him more and more

It was mostly because he'd often stop by to check up on you, or you'd call him because you needed help with something

But eventually, the two of you would be around each other simply for the company, or to have some fun

There were even a few times the press started catching onto "Ground Zeros Mystery Woman"

You both genuinely liked each other, but because of the baby you had on the way, you weren't exactly sure about any of it

But Katsuki was absolutely sure that he still wanted to be their for both you and your child, and was entirely willing to pay for every expense

So not too long before the birth, you made an agreement to see how he was as a parent, and if he was an acceptable parent and good with them, you'd become official

When you gave birth, it shocked your family to see pro-hero Ground Zero of all people holding one of your hands in the hospital

You gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, and Katsuki was right there with you to watch her take her first breath

He helped you during recovery by taking care of her, made sure you were eating and getting all your rest

Hed never really had experience with newborns or babies, but you could tell he was trying his best and thats all you cared about

◇◇◇◇◇◇

You let out a soft sigh as you stirred yourself awake.

Hearing the soft coo of your baby girl from behind you, you flipped over to see Katsuki holding her to his bare chest, a peaceful expression on his face.

"Good morning." You muttered, making Katsuki jump.

"Good morning." He said back, his muscles releasing tension. You glanced down at D/n and reached out, letting her curl her tiny hand around your finger.

"And good morning to you, my mini me."

It was true, she looked exactly like you did when you were a baby. Your eyes, your nose, lips, everything.

You sat up, and carefully took D/n from Katsuki.

"Has my baby eaten yet?" You said, using a baby voice while nuzzling your nose against hers D/n. You earned yet another coo from her, and a laugh from Katsuki.

"Yes, she did, she decided to wake up early and then started whining so I went ahead and fed her. I hope that's okay with you." He told you.

"Perfectly fine, thank you." You said, leaning your head onto his shoulder.

Your situation was a tricky one.

Katsuki had been with you longer than your own baby daddy was when he found out you were pregnant.

Hell, he helped you out before he even knew you were pregnant.

And now? He'd already been with you while you gave birth, while you were recovering, and he's still here while you're learning how to be a parent to your daughter.

You might as well be a family of three... A mom, a dad, and a baby girl.

But you and Katsuki had only ever kissed, and it was once. And on that same night, thats when you established your agreement

You weren't going back on it or anything, because as much as you liked, and maybe even loved, Katsuki, D/n was your top priority.

You were elated beyond belief that he was doing such an amazing job, and were secretly praying he'd continue doing so.

You laid D/n down and got up, walking into your bathroom.

You stretched and yawned, and leaned over the sink to examine your face.

You wiped off a bit of dried drool from the corner of your lip, then pulled on the apples of your cheeks, examining your under eye bags.

Thanks to Katsuki helping out with D/n, you've also been able to catch more sleep.

'The right person will do you good, body and mind.' You mentally recited a quoted youd seen on your Instagram feed.

You actually found it around the time you and Katsuki got closer.

"Maybe it's destiny?" You said to yourself, letting out a light chuckle.

You began brushing your teeth, before you heard D/n begin to cry.

"Y/n, it– she's crying again." You heard Katsuki call.

"What do you mean again? Did I sleep that hard? Wait- Nigga did you just call my baby an 'it'?"

"Almost."

'Thats definitely gonna need some work.' You thought to yourself, shaking your head and rolling your eyes.

Katsuki was quick to bring her to you, walking in while he rocked slightly as an attempt to soothe her.

You took her into your arms, bouncing slightly, hoping it would calm her.

"What's the matter baby?" You said, once again using your baby voice.

When she didn't stop crying after about two minutes, you handed her back to Katsuki and asked him to put her in her activity play mat while you finished getting ready.

You finished brushing your teeth, and quickly did your face routine.

You planned on doing something with your hair today, but you decided to do it later and just kept your bonnet (or what ever you use) on.

Walking into the living room, you smelled several very pleasant aromas.

A light scent of cleaning products and air freshener, as well as the smell of breakfast.

And the scene before you that went with it only made it better.

A clean living room, that was in shambles last night from looking for D/n's stuffed monkey that she wouldn't stop crying for till you and Katsuki practically flipped the apartment upsidedown.

A clean kitchen, now spotless despite the fact that just last night the dishes were piled up and the counter, covered in reminisce of whatever you were cooking.

Katsuki and D/n laid out on the floor together, as D/n played with dangling toys, and Katsuki smiled at her happy coos.

Like magic, every worry you had not even twenty minutes ago washed away.

Walking up to them, you planted a kiss on your babies forehead.

Then, you planted one on Katsukis lips, both of you smiling into it.

"Thank you." You told him.

Katsuki is doing and amazing job, and you were sure he'd keep doing so.

This was your family now.

Maybe you'd even be able to get past Katsuki calling D/n an 'it'.

Whatever had to do, you were okay with, because now your family was your top priority.

[devilyn]

today, then tomorrow | tsukishima kei

— alexa, play: too sad to cry by sasha sloan

I'm too sad to cry, too high to get up Don't even try 'cause I'm scared to fuck up Don't like to talk, I just lay in my bed Don't even try to go out with my friends I lied to my doctor, she knew I was fakin' Gave me some pills, but I'm too scared to take 'em I try and I try, but I'm too sad to cry

— synopsis: if anything, he’ll help you make it to tomorrow. and maybe that’s all you need right now. — genre: angst, hurt & comfort, just self-indulgent writing that i needed. — !!trigger warning!!: depression, suicidal thoughts. — word count: 1.5k

The sight of your ceiling was a familiar one. You blinked when your eyes burned, and clenched and unclenched your fists to remind yourself you were still here--still present. You hadn’t gotten out of bed since you last used the bathroom a few hours ago. You didn’t know what time it was, only that the sun had set, but your eyes had adjusted to the darkness long ago.

You couldn’t feel anything. Yesterday, you had cried until you couldn’t move after dragging yourself to one of your evening classes. When you arrived late, your professor pulled you aside after class and quietly asked if there was a reason for your sporadic attendance. You forced a smile and apologized, hesitating to let her know the truth.

Today, you didn’t go to class. For a few hours, you laid in bed and felt guilt. You were paying for this education. But here you were, wasting away.

A waste of space. A waste of air. A waste of money. Those thoughts were familiar. Now, you couldn’t feel anything anymore. This was almost scarier.

Were you sick? Was there something wrong with you? Why couldn’t you be normal? You were sure you were normal at one point--when did it all go wrong? When did you spiral so far that you could no longer find the motivation to move or think?

When did you spiral so far that you closed your eyes every night and prayed to whatever god was up there to never wake up?

You shifted, the blankets shifting with you as you turned onto your side. The light of your phone hurt your eyes, but you checked your texts anyway. Absentmindedly, you replied to your friends asking if you wanted to grab food after their classes and let them know you wanted to stay in and study tonight.

What a joke. You hadn’t opened your textbooks in weeks.

“Where are you? Your friends said you didn’t go to class.”

Your boyfriend had texted you three hours ago. Apparently, it was 6PM now.

“Are you at home?”

You felt a bit bad for leaving him hanging for so long. Maybe you should’ve looked at your phone earlier.

“Can I come over?”

An hour ago.

“no, i think ima stay in and study today.”

You lied easily now. Excuses always slipped past your lips like they were the truth.

“We can study together. I finished practice.”

“ur probably tired, u should go home and rest! i’ll see u tomorrow”

Your bedroom door creaked open, and you lifted your bleary eyes to meet Tsukishima’s concerned gaze.

“...Studying, huh?” he asked quietly, even though he wasn’t expecting an answer, as he looked around your room. Your dirty clothes were in a large pile in the corner of the room, right next to an excessive amount of plastic water bottles and soft drink containers. Half of your laptop was hanging off the side of your desk--the only space that was left for it. The rest of the space was littered with used tissues and empty take-out containers. Your planner was long discarded on the floor, and the picture frames you used to make your room feel more homey were buried beneath candy wrappers and empty cup noodle containers.

To say you were embarrassed was an understatement.

“Did you eat?” he asked when you said nothing.

“No,” you croaked, voice hoarse from not using it and not drinking water for over a day.

“I’ll cook you something--”

“Go home, Kei,” you pleaded, heart feeling like it was sinking further and further in your chest. “Please.”

Tsukishima stopped turning out of your bedroom to glance back at you with a look you didn’t understand. The two of you stared at each other for a few seconds before he sighed and closed your bedroom door behind him, finally exiting your room.

You sinked further into your sheets, tears you thought had dried up long ago pricking at your eyes.

What a disgrace you were. He deserved better, he always did. It’s why you hid this from him in the first place--he had enough on his plate, he didn’t need to deal with your useless emotions too.

You pulled the thick blanket over your head, the warmth nearly suffocating you as you started to sob.

“He shouldn’t have come,” you thought while you cried. “He should’ve gone home, I didn’t even want to see him--I wanted to be alone.”

You laid there and cried. You cried, and cried, until you were hiccuping loudly and you could no longer feel the stinging of your cheeks.

Your eyes fluttered closed, even though you knew you wouldn’t be sleeping for the next couple of hours. You hated that you were stuck here with your thoughts with no escape.

There was another familiar creak, and someone quietly cleared their throat.

“Y/N,” Tsukishima murmured quietly. “I made dinner.”

You sat up abruptly, practically kicking your sheets onto the floor.

“Go home!” you yelled loudly. Your embarrassment was morphing into shameful anger. “Why’re you still here?! I told you to leave!”

You expected him to yell back at you--or make a snide comment like he normally would. Instead, he furrowed his brows and walked over to your bedside. Hesitantly, he took your clenched hand into his.

“You don’t need to blame yourself,” he eased the tension from your fingers, lacing his with your own. “It’s not your fault. You can’t control this, I know that. You know that.”

Your lower lip quivered as he gently placed his hand on top of your head. You couldn’t remember the last time you showered, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Let’s eat,” he helped you out of bed, and your legs seemed to silently obey as you followed him out into your small dining area.

Homemade soup, and warm rice. You felt like crying again, but no tears would come out. Instead, you let your boyfriend help you sit down before taking a seat next to you. He handed you a spoon, and you murmured a soft ‘thank you’ before taking a small sip of the soup he had made just for you.

Warm.

Your fingers tightened around the spoon as you stared blankly at the bowl in front of you. When was the last time you felt warm inside like this?

“Sorry if it’s not good,” he offered a weak smile, and you shook your head quickly.

“...it’s really good,” you mumbled, voice quivering as you took another sip. The two of you ate in silence until there was nothing left in your bowls. He took your hand, helping you up and leading you into your bathroom.

“I’ll make you food again tomorrow, so promise me to eat?” he asked while wetting your toothbrush and squeezing a bit of toothpaste onto it.

“...okay,” you murmured as he smiled, relieved, and playfully slipped the toothbrush past your lips. You cursed, swatting at his hand and grumbling that you could do it yourself. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your tear-stained cheeks. The furrow in your brow faded, and you continued aggressively brushing your teeth.

Once you finished, he tilted your head up towards him and pecked your lips.

“I can finally kiss you now,” he teased lightheartedly.

“Fuck off,” you pushed at his chest as he grinned and held out a face towel towards you. 

“Since when did you become the prickly one?” He joked, and you felt a genuine smile tugging at your lips, albeit small.

“So you do admit that you’re prickly?” you asked with a smile, grabbing your facial cleanser.

“Just for today,” his expression relaxed at the sight of the small glimmer that returned to your eyes.

Reluctantly, you washed your face and repeated your night time skin care routine monotonously. You couldn’t remember the last time you even picked up your moisturizer. Tsukishima wrapped an arm around your waist as you finished up, leaning down to press a kiss to the crook of your neck.

“Let’s get you back to bed then,” he sighed against your shoulder before leading you back to your bed. The two of you stepped over dirty socks and used tissues before you were buried back beneath the warm comforts of your blanket. 

Tsukishima brushed your hair from your forehead before leaning down to kiss it gently. You gazed up at him, taking in his expression. You had never seen your boyfriend so gentle and hesitant before.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then?” he whispered. His hand cupped your jaw, and his thumb caressed your cheek.

“...stay,” you finally asked quietly, placing your hand over his as your eyes fluttered closed.

He obeyed silently. You rolled over so he could crawl under the blankets with you. His arm wrapped firmly around your waist, pulling you into his chest. You buried your face into his shirt, inhaling his scent and finally, fully relaxing after who knows how long.

“Did you wanna talk about it?” he murmured while holding you close, fingers absentmindedly drawing shapes on your back.

“...not today,” you mumbled, the sound muffled against his shirt, though you were sure he heard you. “I don’t wanna cry anymore today.”

“Then, tomorrow,” he responded quietly. “We’ll start over again tomorrow. One step at a time, alright?”

You nodded. You’d sleep--Tsukishima would help you. You’d wake up again tomorrow, he’d make sure of it. Tonight, you wouldn’t ask god to make sure you slept forever.

Tomorrow, you’d wake up. Tomorrow, you’d start over.

[egyptsblackrose]

Dancing with Strangers

There will be one more part to this story after this then I think this story is complete. I have other projects in the works and other passions I want to devote some time to. Hope your all doing well and please enjoy.

No actual smut in this one, but reference to intimacy probably still 18+ though so minors please do not read

Part 4- https://egyptsblackrose.tumblr.com/post/652018121062989824/dancing-with-strangers-more-filth-for-this-story

Part 5-

Your senses slowly brought you out of your peaceful, heavy slumber, though your mind was not ready to open your eyes just yet. First thing you felt was comfort, soft, warm, heavy sheets keeping you safe and cozy. When you focused more, however, you realised that part of your arm that was not in your little cocoon, was radiating the kind of heat only the sunlight could bring. So it was clearly day time, maybe even afternoon. No matter, you did’t have any classes today, that was why you agreed to going out to the clubs with your friends.

Your friends… You gasped and sat up with a jolt, only to groan and hiss. Rubbing your lower stomach and back.

Oh… right… you had gone home with not just one but TWO strangers and had a THREESOME!

Your cheeks set on fire as the events of last night played out in your head. The pleasure, the desire. More had happened after they had each taken a turn with you. Kakashi had been painfully hard again watching your brains get fucked out by Gojo, so you had rolled over and sucked him off lazily, taking your time to tease. That had lead to the boys getting revenge, Satoru holding your hands hostage as he fucked your mouth, while Hatake ravaged you again, harder and more forceful till you squirted for him as well.

Then you had been carried to the shower, Kakashi tenderly, lovingly holding you bridal style in the walk in shower as Gojo massaged your entire body with wonderful smelling shower gel. Only your moans had turned the men on again. Gojo took you this time, having you pressed against the wall with him on his knees, Hatake standing and receiving another blow job from you. Kakashi had to wash your face and hair when he tried to pull out too late, but you had been quick to defend him when Satoru’s teasing went too far.

By the time you were all dried, your legs had stopped working and you could barely keep your eyes open, the sun was peaking through the curtains gently to hint as the beginning of sunrise, and you all settled into bed. Never before had you been so comfortable, resting your head against someone’s chest while being spooned from behind, wearing a really comfy large hoodie and boxer shorts for bed while the two men only wore old shorts.

But glancing around at the bed, you found your companions gone and the bed cold. Nibbling on your bottom lip in thought, you quickly did a body check. Toes were wiggling; but it took effort and there was still a little pain, your stomach felt a little uncomfortable and sore but nothing you couldn’t handle. You smelled good- to your relief- though you needed to brush your teeth immediately. Your hair felt smooth and smelled great as well, your make up had clearly been removed, your cloths were at the end of the bed; freshly washed and folded.

You had clearly been well taken care of, their after care game was obviously on par with their A game. And yet the niggling doubt set into your mind.

Why take such good care of you and then leave you alone? And there was no sounds in the whole apartment from what you could hear. Had they left? There was no note from what you could see. Maybe they’d gone out or to work and hoped you’d be gone by the time they got back. Why else leave your cloths close by, in obvious view and clean to wear. This was their hint to get out. They’d had their fun, so had you, now it was time to leave.

The thought made you a lot sadder than you would like to admit. But then again, the two men were clearly experienced, your friends had even said so last night, that’s why they encouraged you to go through with it. You were not the first girl they did this too, and chances are you weren’t the last. How many other girls out there had woken up exactly like this? With a pout and painful groan, you slipped out of bed and started getting changed on wobbly legs.

This was for the best anyway, you told yourself. They were policemen, they were successful men, there was TWO of them. And you were just a Uni student, you weren’t even half way through your final year, you had yet to successfully land an interview. You didn’t even know if you wanted to stay in Japan after you graduated, if you wanted to graduate here or go back home to your family… There was still so much you needed to figure out, you were just beginning. And successful men like that would want a successful woman, or women rather.

Once presentable, borrowing some mouth wash from the bathroom seen as you did not have your own toothbrush, you took a few deep breaths to sike yourself up. The fact that not just one, but TWO god level men had chosen you to spend the night with them meant something, even if it was short lived. THEY had picked YOU, called you beautiful, whispered sweet nothings into your ear, taken care of you. And now it would be a nice memory, and you could wear this win like a badge of honour as you leave. Just think of how many women would kill to be you.

Opening the bedroom door, your heart sank a little more at not seeing even one of the handsome men. A little part of you had hoped that maybe they were up, and that little part of you made your eyes scan the living room and kitchen desperately for a note or a sign that you hadn’t been left behind. But all you found was a clock above the cooker that read 10:20 am.

Hu… earlier than you thought, but not an unpleasant surprise.

Thankfully the door was unlock-able from the inside, but you weren’t sure about the elevator, seen as they had used a key card to activate it last night. It seemed luck was on your side, however, because pressing the down button meant the elevator was automatically called to you, opened, and a frigging bell boy was waiting with a smile and a polite nod. How rich are these guys?!

“Ground floor Miss?” The young man asked. You nodded numbly, stepping in and moved to the back of the elevator. It seemed the new face could tell you didn’t want to talk, so the journey down was gratefully a silent one as you stared at the floor. How many young women has this man escorted down and out of the building for these two men?

You frowned at yourself. Why were you so hung up on that? You had no right to the answer and no right to even ask the question. They weren’t yours. You weren’t theirs. And it didn’t even matter. But you couldn’t free yourself from the feeling of being used.

Raising your head at the ding, as soon as the doors started opening you dashed out, wanting to quickly get away from this place and move on. The quicker this…mind blowing experience became a fond memory, the better.

Following your memory from last night of being in the taxi, you knew that you had passed your street on the way, and it didn’t seem like such a long ways away. You started walking without hesitation, head down as you messaged your friends that you were on the way home. They replied excitedly, clearly wanting to talk about the events of last night, but you quickly shut them down. Miku seemed to get the hint immediately that you weren’t feeling like yourself and something was wrong, promising movies and home made goodies from her mum who was visiting.

The thought made you smile. Miku and Sakura’s parents had basically adopted you as soon as you got back to Japan, all four insisting on introducing you to as many of their friends and neighbours as possible, promising you and your worried parents that they were only a call away. Miku’s mother was particularly affectionate, a little unusual for Japanese culture, but she often cured your home sickness with gentle hugs and head pats, pinching your cheeks and promising a nice warm home cooked meal and a few wise words. And such parental affections was too good to pass up right now.

Raising your head with slightly watery eyes, you quickened your pace. Only for your wrist to be grabbed in a unyielding hold.

“Y/N!”

“Beautiful?”

The voices made to freeze, eyes widening as you slowly turned and gasped. It was them.

“Kakashi? Gojo?” Your voice was nothing but a whisper from how surprised you were.

“Baby, why are you leaving already?” Hatake asked worriedly, frown in place.

Satoru wagged a disapproving figure at you. “I thought I said we were staying in bed today to have fun.”

“But…” Swallowing thickly, you turned more towards them, wide eyed and confused. “I woke up in bed alone, you were both gone, my cloths were clean and folded beside me…I thought you wanted to me to go…”

“What?!” Gojo yelled in an exaggerated tone, quickly moving to wrap his arms around you from behind and rubbing his face into your hair. “What a silly little head our beautiful girl has Kakashi!”

“Y/N…” Hatake soothed quickly, seeing you frown at Gojo. “Baby I wasn’t there when you woke up because I left to do a little shop of things me and Gojo were out of, and also pick you up a toothbrush for when you woke up. And our idiot here wasn’t with you because I sent him to pick up some breakfast for us all. You said at the club that your favourite thing to wake up to was _____, so we thought we’d treat you. We both went so we could be back as fast as possible, we didn’t think you would wake up so soon, let alone think we wanted you to go. So imagine our surprise when we pull into our usual parking spot across the street and see a figure and outfit all to familiar walking away from us? We were worried you decided that YOU wanted to go.”

The words sunk in slowly and made your eyes water more, especially when you heard Kakashi use the term ‘OUR idiot’ when referring to Gojo. He was including you in their bond. “So… you weren’t trying to give me the hint to leave so you wouldn’t have to see me?”

“Beautiful, are you stupid?” Kakashi sent a glare to Gojo, but the other white haired male continued. “Last night was amazing, and I said that this was the beginning. Do I seem the type to lie to you beautiful? I don’t just say that to anyone, in fact I don’t think I’ve ever said it before. Me and Kakashi want to do so much more to you, with you, and not just in the bedroom…and not just sexual things either.”

The clear implication and teasing was not lost on you, making your cheeks light up a rosy pink. Hatake chuckled sweetly, stroking your cheek as he stepped a little closer. “There’s that blush we love. Y/N, I won’t lie to you. We have had one night stands before, we have had times where we either take the girl home or ask her personally to leave, but neither me or Gojo want this to be one of those times. We don’t want a one night stand with you, your different, special. We actually like you, as a person, and we’d like to see if this…if WE could be something.”

Your mouth fell open in shock. Where…where they SERIOUS? These beautiful, amazing men wanted you in their lives? “But why?”

Kakashi frowned. “Why?”

“Yeah. Why? Why me?”

Gojo chuckled, nuzzling your neck to draw your attention back to him. “Because Kakashi’s right, your different. Most women are flirty with us cause they want some fun. YOU were flirty with us cause WE were fun. You listened to us, you didn’t try to be something or someone your not, you were very real. And the real you is awesome. And we want to know that real you more.”

“Y/N,” Hatake’s hand, that was still on your wrist, moved down to take your hand, stroking the back of it soothingly. “Gojo and I have a strange relationship, we know that. We are more like brothers than friends, and there’s never been any attraction between us. But we have only ever had a functioning, healthy relationship when the two of us put in the effort. We are not perfect, but together we are. And for a long time we have looked for someone who can complete us, who can make us both happy. It’s too early to tell if that’s you, but surely even you had to feel how RIGHT everything felt last night.”

Flashes of charming smiles from the club took over your mind, how easy the flow of conversation was, how natural it felt to have both their hands on you. You had been saddened so much to think that something so good was already over. But here they were, telling you it didn’t have to be. Looking into those amazing dark grey and blue eyes of the two white haired men, you could see how they desperately did not want you to go.

“Ok… we can see where this goes. But, I want to try do this properly, and I want this to be open between the three of us.” Both men looked at each other in confusion, so you continued. “If something happened with just one of you while the other is away, I don’t want it causing fights, I also want to spend time with you, and not just doing…intimate stuff. Dates, together as a three or just as a duo, actually getting to know one another, honesty, proper communication. All of it.” You said firmly. “When I devote myself to a relationship, I do it whole heartedly, and I expect the same from my partner. Just because there’s two of you, doesn’t mean you can put in half the effort. I’m mostly looking at you Satoru.”

The blue eyed man gasped on horror, hand over his heart like it was clutching a fatal wound. “Beautiful, you think I wont treat you like a princess?”

“I don’t want to be treat like a princess.” You shot back firmly, but smiled softly. “I want you to treat me as your equal, like your friend, like your partner, because to me, that’s what a relationship is. I don’t want to be babied or spoilt, I just want to be treat fairly and honestly. And if I find out either of you cheated on me…just remember that BOTH my parents are amazing lawyers and I have another country I can easily move to.” The three of you laughed easily, smiling at each other with warm smiles as you each earliest that this was the start of something. Something beautiful.

Part 6- https://egyptsblackrose.tumblr.com/post/655347185273241600/dancing-with-strangers-this-is-by-far-the-longest

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Quirks

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader with OCD

Thank you to the anon who requested this and consulted with me on OCD!

Disclaimer: It is not my intention to glorify or romanticize OCD with this story. I consulted with multiple people who have OCD to develop this character. 

Masterlist

“Are you ready for bed?” Tom asked as he climbed under the covers on his side. It was your first night in Tom’s house after moving in with him, and you had a nervous feeling in your tummy. There were things about yourself you had begun to notice, and you wondered how long it would take for Tom to notice as well.

“Almost.” You nodded as you knocked on the wall behind you four times. You climbed into bed beside Tom as if nothing happened, leaving Tom puzzled.

“What are you doing?” Tom chuckled as he watched your movements.

“If I don’t do this, I can’t sleep.” You said simply.

“Okay.” Tom laughed again, making you grime a little.

“I know it doesn’t actually help me sleep.” You admitted. “I just need to do it.”

“Wow. I can’t wait to see all the other little quirks you’ve been hiding from me.” Tom smirked as he leaned over to kiss you.

“Yeah.” You laughed nervously. “Quirks.”

~

Tom woke up the next morning to the feeling of you playing with his hair.

“Good morning sleepy head.” You said through a yawn as you combed his hair off his face.

“Good morning to you too. Are you hungry?” Tom asked as he rubbed your shoulders.

“Um, what time is it?” You sleepily rubbed your eyes.

“111:23” He answered after checking his phone.

“I’m okay.” You decided, despite your stomach growling. “I’ll wait until lunch.”

“Are you sure?” Tom noticed the growl. “I can make you something.”

“I’m sure. Sure, sure, sure.” You told him. “I’ll wait until lunch.”

Once the clock hit an even number, it was lunchtime. You walked into the kitchen at 2:24 feelings famished.

“God I’m hungry.” You patted your stomach. “Do you have anything to eat?”

“Let’s see.” Tom said as he opened his cabinet. “I have honey and boxed Mac and cheese.”

“Ooo. This a fancy restaurant.” You teased as you hugged him from behind.

“Shut up.” He laughed and turned around in your arms. “I haven’t gone shopping in a while.”

“It’s fine. We’ll go tomorrow.” You told him before kissing him. You broke away from him and took out the macaroni while he got out a pot and filled it with water.

“Here you are, my love.” Tom carried the heavy pot with ease and placed it on the stove.

“Thank you. How long does the box say to boil it for?” You asked as you turned the heat up on the stove.

“11-13 minutes.” Tom read off the back of the box.

“Okay.” You nodded as you set the timer to 12 minutes. “Okay, okay, okay.”

“So precise.” Tom joked, making your face flush.

“Yup.” You forced a laugh and kept your tone light. “I just like to be precise. I definitely don’t feel like I can’t eat the macaroni unless it cooks for exactly 12 minutes.”

“What was that?” Tom asked curiously when he didn’t understand what you said.

“Nothing.” You looked over your shoulder and smiled at him. “It’ll be ready soon.”

~

A month later, Tom walked into his bathroom to brush his teeth. You were already in there, leaning close to the mirror and pressing on all your teeth.

“What are you doing?” Tom chuckled as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

“I need you to check my teeth.” You turned around in his arms with a panicked expression.

“For food?” He asked and looked at your teeth. “They’re all good.”

“No, for any loose ones.” You told him and he let out a short laugh.

“Why would your teeth be loose?” He raised an eyebrow, thinking you were kidding.

“They’re not. I know they’re not.” You said, mostly to yourself. “Could you just confirm for me that they’re not?”

Tom found the request strange, but obliged and pressed on your teeth the way you had.

“All good.” He confirmed. “Nothing loose.”

You sighed in relief and turned around again, leaving Tom curious about the encounter. He shrugged it off and walked back into the bedroom, throwing on his jacket as you finished up in the bathroom.

“You’re going out?” You asked from the doorway when you noticed Tom in his jacket.

“Yeah. I shouldn’t be too long.” He promised. “I just need to run to the store. I’ll be back before you’re asleep.”

“Will you be back before 12?” You asked as you tugged on your earlobe.

“Yeah, I will.” He told you as he placed his hands on your waist.

“Okay. I’ll see you then.” You smiled at Tom as you patted his cheek twice before kissing him. You did this every time Tom was about to leave the house. Before you were a couple, he’d text you before he would go out so you could flex your hand three times to ensure his safety. Now, it was two taps to the cheek and a kiss.

A few minutes after Tom pulled out of the driveway, his phone rang and lit up with your contact. He answered it but before he could say hello, you started speaking.

“Tom, are you okay?” You wheezed, sounding frantic.

“I’m fine, honey.” He quickly assured you. “Are you okay?”

“Yea.” You sounded more relaxed. “Are you sure you’re okay? Where are you?”

“I’m near the bakery.” He answered. “Did something happen?”

“No.” You sighed. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.” He confirmed. “I’ll be home soon.”

“Alright. I love you.” You said into the phone. “I love, love, love you.”

~

“Are you ready to watch the movie, honey?” Tom called from the living room. It was a few months now since you started living together and he had taken a night off from work to be with you.

“Almost. I’m just washing my hands.” You called back. A commercial playing in the background caught your attention and you shut the water off to listen.

“What did they say it treated?” You asked as you looked over your shoulder at the TV.

“BPH.” Tom answered, reading off the screen.

“Do I have that?” You wondered, making Tom laugh. He looked back at you to see if you were kidding, but your face showed your we’re serious.

“BPH? No, lovey.” He shook his head. “That’s just for men. I think it’s when your prostate in enlarged. And in the words of Noah Puckerman, “chicks don’t have prostates”.”

“So I don’t have that?” You asked him again, as if you didn’t believe him.

“No. You don’t have that.” He answered, growing concerned.

“Okay.” You nodded and dried your hands. “Do you have that?”

“Um, I don’t think so.” Tom furrowed his eyebrows at the strange question.

“Okay.” You said again. “Just making sure.”

“Okay.” Tom eyed you curiously as the opening credits started to play. “Oo, it’s starting.”

“I love this movie.” You mumbled as you nuzzled into Tom’s side.

“Me too.” Tom smiled as he pulled you closer. “I’ve seen it like 3 times already.”

“I’ve seen it 13 times.” You said after a beat of silence, making Tom’s eyes widen.

“Really?” He asked. “You must really like it.”

“I like rewatching the same movies.” You said sheepishly.

“Why?”

“I like knowing the ending and whats gonna happen next.” You told him, looking at him to see if he thought it was weird. His face didn’t show any signs of disdain, so you relaxed.

You watched the movie in comfortable silence as time went on, never leaving each other’s sides.

“What time is it?” You asked as the movie neared it’s end.

“11:47 babe.” Tom answered when he checked his phone.

“I have to go to bed.” You said suddenly, getting up off the couch.

“The movies almost over, lovey.” Tom chuckled in confusion as you left his side. “Just 30 more minutes.”

“I know.” You chewed your lip nervously and twisted your fingers. “I just have to go to bed. I can’t really explain it.”

“Okay.” Tom nodded, still confused. “Good night.”

“Goodnight.” You bent down to kiss him before trotting off to bed. “Night, night, night.”

Tom was beginning to pick up on certain things. You needed it be in bed by 12, you often called him randomly to ask if he was okay, and you stayed away from odd numbers. He didn’t know what to chalk it up to, but he didn’t want to pry if you didn’t want to talk about it.

~

Tom caught you putting your caught on one morning as he was coming into the kitchen to get some breakfast.

“Where are you sneaking off to so early?” He asked through a yawn as he lazily kissed your lips.

“I forgot I have a doctors appointments today.” You pouted. “It’s in a few minutes.”

“Okay. Do you need me to drive you?” He offered.

“You don’t have to drive, but could you come with me?” You asked and he nodded.

“Of course. Let’s go.” Tom grabbed his keys and walked with you to the car.

~

You walked into the lobby where Tom had waited for you with a strange look on his face. Tom immediately stood up and met you halfway, feeling concerned when he saw your expression. He could sense something was off with you but he wasn’t sure what.

“Hey darling.” He rubbed your arms in comfort. “How was the appointment?”

“Um, fine.” You nodded hesitantly. “It was fine.”

“Just fine?” Tom asked. “Did the doctor say anything?”

“No.” You lied. “Nothing important.”

“Thats good.” Tom agreed, not fully convinced you were okay.

“Hey, when’s the last time you had a check up?” You wondered as you walked towards the car.

“Oh, I’m not sure.” Tom shrugged. “Less than a year ago.”

“You should probably get checked out. You know, to make sure you’re okay.” You told him as you buckled your seatbelt.

“Sure. I can schedule an appointment soon.” Tom nodded, still looking at you in confusion.

“Do you feel okay? Do you feel sick or anything?” You put your hand on his forehead while keeping your eyes on the road.

“No.” You said quickly. “I’m okay.”

You continued driving in silence as Tom wondered what was bothering you. You were nervously chewing your lip as you checked your rear view mirror every few seconds.

“Oh my God.” You gasped and looked behind you. “I have to turn around.”

“Why?” Tom turned around as well. “What’s wrong?”

“I might have hit someone.” You gulped and changed lanes so you could turn around. Tom jaw dropped a little, knowing full well that you hadn’t hit anyone.

“Lovey, you didn’t hit anyone.” He said slowly. “We would’ve felt it.”

“I know I didn’t.” You said in defeat. “I just need to check to make sure.”

“Okay.” Tom nodded, sensing something was wrong. “We can turn around.”

You turned around and passed by the street where you though you hit something. Nothing was there, so you kept driving. Tom kept his eyes on you, notching the worried look on your face as you continued to check the mirror.

“Are you okay?” He asked you.

“I have to do it again.” You sighed. “I have to turn around.”

“You didn’t hit anyone. You’re a good driver, baby.” He said quietly as he put his hand on your knee.

“I know I didn’t hit anyone. I know that but I just…” You sighed in frustration and put your blinker on. “I just have to. I’m sorry. I have to turn around.”

“Okay.” Tom agreed, not taking his eyes off you. You drove past the spot again and kept going, but your expression didn’t change.

“Do you want to turn around again?” Tom asked gently, and hit tears fell down your cheeks.

“Yes.” You sputtered. “I have to do it again. I know I didn’t hit anyone but-“

“It’s okay.” Tom assured you. “We can turn around as many times as you want.”

You gave him an appreciative look before turning around again. You calmed down as you passed the spot and continued driving in silence.

“I’m sorry.” You said after a minute. “I know it’s weird. I know I’m weird. I can’t help it though.”

“You don’t have to apologize. And I don’t think it’s weird. I just don’t understand.” Tom spoke softly as he rubbed your knee. You looked at him quickly and chew your lip as you toyed with something in your mind.

“Tom, I have OCD.” You said weakly as you snuck glances at him. Tom’s eyebrows raised in surprise before settling back down into a look of confusion.

“Oh. You do?”

“That’s what the doctor just said.” You continued. “He wants me to start medication but I’m not sure. I think I might need some help.”

“I’m proud of you for telling me you need help.” Tom squeezed your knee. “I had no idea you had OCD. You don’t clean things all the time or like, straighten your pencils or anything.”

“That’s not - no.” You shook your head. “It’s not really like that. It can be for some people, but that’s not what mine is like. OCD is not always cleaning bases. Mine is mostly instructive thoughts or repetitive behavior.”

“Oh.” Tom thought back on all your repetitive phrases and movements. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” You sighed and looked at him out of the corner of you eye to see his reaction.

“Is there anything I can do to help you?” He asked, much to your surprise.

“Could you just text me? I worry about you. Like, a lot.” You admitted. “I worry about if you’re okay or not all the time. Every time you go out of the house, I put on this one movie. I feel like if I’m not watching the movie, you’re gonna die. I can’t explain it. I know you won’t die, but I can’t shake the feeling that you will. I just always worry about you.”

“I think I can help that.” Tom offered. “I can text you every half hour and make sure you know I’m safe.”

“Are you sure?” You asked as you pulled into your driveway. “That’s a lot to ask.”

“It’s okay.” Tom assured you. “Whatever I can do to make this easier, I’ll do it.”

You smiled fondly at Tom before leaning over the gear shift and kissing him, patting his cheek twice before pulling away.

“Thank you.” You whispered. “Thats exactly what I needed to hear.”

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Ignite - Chapter 8

Chapter 8 Hank had talked Chloe into going home with him the night he had shown up at the hospital with the help of Kelly, explaining that she needed to get actual rest in a full size bed. Chloe did not want to leave Kelly after the events that had played out but Kelly assured her that he would be fine. Chloe sighed and only agreed because she knew that he would be released the two days later. Chloe had decided to take a bath to relax her body, and once she had gotten done, she had dried off and put on a pair of black sweatpants and a black sports bra and climbed into her large bed. Chloe had reached for her phone to text Kelly that she was going to sleep. As the dark haired woman laid in the bed waiting for sleep to come to her, she knew that she was going to have to move her things down into the first floor spare bedroom since Kelly would be hobbling around. It was more practical since there was a half bathroom attached to the bedroom. Chloe was fluttering her eyes shut when her phone began to ring, glancing at the screen she saw that Kelly was calling her so she quickly answered, "You okay?" Chloe quickly questioned. "Yeah baby, I just wanted to call you to see how you were." Kelly spoke into the phone. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Chloe questioned with a small laugh. "I'm in a hospital, I'm fine." Kelly answered, "I just miss you actually. I got use to you sleeping on me today, and now it feels weird." "I know what you mean." Chloe commented letting out a yawn. "Get some rest okay? Kelly suggested, "I love you Chlo..." "I love you too." Chloe ended the call and found herself turning to her side as the fan blew on her from the edge of the bed and her eyes began to close. . . Once morning came, Chloe found herself waking up to the smell of bacon lingering in the air. Laying in the bed for a moment Chloe stretched out her body and moved off the bed to head to the bathroom. Once she had used the restroom, she had washed her hands, then her face and brushed her teeth before heading downstairs. Walking into the small foyer that led to the kitchen, Chloe saw her father standing at the stove cooking, "Morning Pops..." Chloe greeted the man as she moved to the coffee pot. She had already verified with the doctor that one cup of coffee wouldn't hurt her as long as she had only one cup a day. "Morning." Hank replied, turning to see his daughter moving to the kitchen island to sit down on the chair, "How'd you sleep?" Hank questioned. "I was out like a light. I think I could sleep for about a week straight right now." Chloe answered, "Just tired from everything that's happened the past few weeks." Chloe added as she took a drink of the warm liquid, "Would you care if I transferred rooms to the spare rooms down here for when Kelly comes?" Chloe questioned. "That's fine." Hank answered, "There's already a bed in there, so it will be easy to get done." Hank added, "You hungry?" Hank questioned.

Chloe gave a nod, her stomach growling with the smell of bacon filling the air, and watched as her father made her a plate of food, sliding it across the kitchen island to her. Chloe reached for a fork near the sink and began to eat the breakfast made. . . Chloe and Hank had managed to get everything transferred to the bottom bedroom. It only took a short time for Chloe to put her clothes away in the closet and drawers and then changed the bed sheets and comforter on the bed. Hooking up the stand up fan, Chloe laid on the bed and let out a yawn. Chloe had decided to check her phone to see if Kelly had text her any, and knew that he was probably still asleep. Chloe had decided to cover herself with the dark gray comforter after moving to turn the fan on. She was slightly thankful that there was a large flat screen mounted on the wall and had decided to set up her netflix account on the TV and decided to start watching Lucifer. "Hey..." Chloe turned to the sound of her father's voice seeing him lean against the door frame, "How are you?" Hank questioned, his hands shoved into his pocket. "I'm okay." Chloe answered looking to her father. "How are you really Chlo?" Hank questioned giving her a knowing look and pushed himself off the door frame and walked towards her, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I'm a little scared." Chloe admitted, "Someone is targeting us, and if I didn't find out I was pregnant, it wouldn't be that big of a deal, but now there is an unborn child involved and it has me scared shitless." Chloe breathed out, "I swear my heart stopped beating when I got that photo of Kelly at the fire." "You need to know that I am not going to let anything happen to you or my grand-child." Hank stated sternly, "I have the team searching the cameras around your apartment, around the fire scene." Hank added, "We will find out who is doing this." Hank reached for his daughters hand and gave it a squeeze, "I'm gonna be working from here for a while, make sure you two are safe." "Okay, I can help anyway I can. I have my work laptop so I can do research and what not." Chloe explained. "I know you're an adult, but can you try to refrain from having sex in my house..." Hank commented causing Chloe to groan. "My god dad!" Chloe groaned shaking her head, "Don't you have something to do? Like paperwork, securing the house? Anything other than talking about my sex life..." Chloe grumbled as she watched her father let out a laugh. "Try to get some rest. I'll wake you for lunch later." Chloe was ready to put a pillow over her face after her father's comment and turned on her side to pay attention to the TV screen, knowing that she would barely make it through the first episode with how tired she was.