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grenadehearts · 2 months ago

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don't forget to kiss me yuji.itadori

in which your bf is even more awk then you..

authors note: f!reader so scared 2 post this.. i feel like its so ugh also not proofread! 2.2k words! masterlist link here.

You and Yuji were always so awkward around each other, to the point that it led to completely red faces and twitching fingers.

Sure, he was a lot more outspoken with strangers and friends, while you were always on the quieter side. And when you did get comfortable with someone, you tended to talk too much.

You envied Yuji a bit. He always knew exactly what to say, and even when he didn’t, he had the charm to make it work anyway. But it was more than that—he had this boyish charm that sent you reeling, making you kick your feet in your dorm room late at night, squealing into your pillow while playing Beabadoobee on repeat, thinking of him.

You still remember the first time you saw him—pink hair, wide brown eyes, and the cutest smile ever. You were smitten from the beginning. Too shy to talk to him, though. Then, during a mission, you had been paired up with him and Nanami. He kept trying to talk to you, making funny remarks or simply attempting conversation. At one point, he had stared at you, scrunching his face in pure confusion, as if analyzing some small detail. Then he pointed to the corner of your eye, where your glitter eyeshadow shimmered, and said, "That's really pretty." All while rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish smile.

He was the only person who ever really talked to you—aside from the forced interactions Gojo pushed onto others. You figured there had to be something wrong with you. You were too odd, always saying the wrong thing, laughing at the wrong time, tripping over your own two feet. No matter what, you never seemed to fit in or draw anyone’s attention.

That was until you met Yuji.

Even after that compliment—after the pale pink dusting your cheeks at this super cute, jacked boy noticing you—it still didn’t feel real. This only happened in shoujo anime, right? Yet, despite your awkwardness, despite the way you choked on a simple thank you like you were forcing down thick cherry cough syrup, Yuji just laughed it off. A deep chuckle that reverberated through his body and yours—light, airy, utterly intoxicating. You wanted to hear that laugh for the rest of your life.

He had rambled about makeup, specifically special effects makeup, explaining how he was a huge movie lover. Then he got super engrossed in talking about the behind-the-scenes aspects of some of his favorite films—Human Earthworm, which, he eagerly added, was a trilogy.

You barely said a word, too shy to contribute much. But he didn’t seem to mind. It was like all he wanted was someone to listen.

A few days after that mission, you had been speed-walking out of class after an awful day. Some girl from a higher-up class had made crude remarks about your appearance, and you swallowed them down like bile, trying to ignore them. But you had barely managed to hold it together because, later that morning, you had to present in front of everyone. Your hands were clammy, your words tumbling out like a mess of jumbled up alphabet soup, and the tiny class of sorcerers had laughed at your mishaps.

Then, not even twenty minutes later, some guy knocked into you, spilling your matcha all over your clean uniform. And, oh yeah—did I mention you had spent your last seven dollars on that matcha?

You grabbed your leather tote bag—buckles adorned with a Nana keychain, your purple jellyfish Sonny Angel peeking out for good luck—and rushed out of the classroom doors, heading across the open field back to the dorms.

Then, a strong hand and a voice too sweet to ignore stopped you in your tracks.

"Hey! Hey! You, uh, dropped thi—actually, I’m not sure what this is... A naked baby, it looks like? But it fell out of your bag."

Your entire body froze. Your heart pounded in your chest. You knew that voice.

Yuji Itadori. The sweetest, kindest boy ever. The boy you had a massive crush on. The boy who absolutely could not see you in the state you were in.

Panicking, you turned around, clutching your purse up to your face, burying yourself behind it in a weak attempt to hide your tear-streaked, mascara-smudged disaster of a face.

Yuji blinked, looking around the empty courtyard, then up at the clear blue sky, as if trying to understand what you were even hiding from.

"Hey, uh—"

"Ilooksgrossrightnowthatswhyimhidingmyface," you blurted out in one breath, voice muffled behind your bag.

Yuji just laughed—a full, lighthearted fit of laughter. "It's okay, but I think you’re always pretty."

Your grip on your purse loosened slightly, your face still half-hidden as you peeked at him through your lashes. "You do?"

He gave a sheepish nod. "Yeah." Then, after a beat, in a soft, hesitant voice, he asked, "Can I see your face? Um, uh—if that's okay with you or whatever."

He paused, then quickly added, "We can count to three if that helps?"

You swallowed hard and gave a tiny nod.

His hands hovered slightly before reaching out, hesitant but warm. "Can I, uh... help you with it?"

Your voice was barely above a whisper, but he seemed to hear it anyway. You nodded again.

His fingers wrapped gently around your wrists, steady and firm but not forceful. Then, with a soft countdown—"Three... two... one..."—he lowered your hands, revealing the mess that was your face.

Your beet-red cheeks. Your raccoon-like mascara stains.

Yuji’s eyes widened slightly as you hiccuped, trying desperately to suck in the snot threatening to form a bubble.

"My face is beet red, isn't it?"

He let out another laugh, this time softer. "Yeah... but so is mine."

You blinked, taking in his expression. The dusting of pink on the tips of his ears, the slight blush running up his nose, the way his eyes crinkled nervously.

You quickly began to rub at the smeared mascara around your eyes, flustered, when he hesitated—then took a tiny step closer.

"I can help?" he offered, voice quieter than before.

You nodded, unable to speak past your pounding heartbeat.

With delicate care, he lifted the sleeve of his uniform and gently wiped away the mess on your face.

Ever since that day, you and Yuji hung out more and more. He even introduced you to his friends, and you and Nobara quickly became best friends—though she heavily expressed her distaste for you dating Yuji, simply because “he’s gross, and you’re too good for him.”

Yuji was loud, outspoken, and seemingly everywhere at once, yet when he was alone with you, he was different. He was quieter—more hesitant.

Laying on your cramped twin bed, adorned with every single plushie he had ever won for you in the two months of dating, he looked so much softer. Your shabby dorm room at Jujutsu High was practically his at this point—he never left, always finding some excuse to be curled up next to you, legs tangled, warmth mingling between your bodies. Whether it was coming in late from a mission, all beat up so you sat him on your toilet to bandage his wounds because you knew he wouldn’t care enough to do it himself, or a simple, “I miss you.. and the way you smell.”

But despite this level of comfort and closeness, you were both still utterly awkward around each other. Even now, lying in bed with your pinkies barely ghosting the space between, desperate to touch but too afraid to bridge the gap. Sure, you’d wake up tangled together as Yuji hogged the covers, but that was always after exhaustion had taken over—when neither of you had the energy to be nervous. But this? This was different. You were both awake, wide awake, too aware of every movement the other made. The soft shuffle of his weight against the bed, the slight twitch of your fingers, the low whirring of the crappy fan in your room, the faint vibration of his unchecked phone.

Yuji only ever got notifications when they were important, and you both knew that. But he didn’t care. It was like nothing else existed outside this moment. Whoever needed him would have to stomp into this room and physically drag him away from the dim glow of your orange-pink lamp, from the scent of your perfume clinging to the sheets he was laying on.

When seconds felt like hours, you finally turned to Yuji to say something—anything to break the tension. But just your luck, he turned at the exact same time.

His brown eyes bore into yours like he could reach in and grab your very soul with gentle hands, rewriting your entire being if he chose. You both stared, studying every subtle movement, every shift in expression, until the weight of it became too much. Suddenly, you were both too aware of each other.

The weight of it had both of you snapping your heads away, blushes creeping up your necks.

Yuji was always an awkward mess when he was alone with you— from fidgeting with the hem of his red Jujutsu hoodie, to walking around your room picking up random objects and pretending to be interested, like a kid trying to play coy.

He’d constantly go to grab your hand, only to let it fall last minute. He was completely different from how he was around others.

And now, here you both were—blushing, internally panicking over each other—until, when you turned to face him again, he was already hovering over you, peering down as if you were a fish in a fishbowl. You sucked in a breath, eyes wide, and whatever confidence he had for that split second disappeared in an instant. Because now, seeing you up close, so close he could count every speckle of glitter from your makeup, he lost all nerve and buried his face straight into the crook of your neck.

Which only made things worse.

Your shampoo, your perfume—the warm, sugary scent of it all sent his mind reeling. It made him want to kiss you even more than he already did, which, at this point, felt nearly impossible. He had been waiting for the right time, telling himself over and over that it had to be perfect. But the truth was, he had been thinking about it for months—spacing out in class, staring at your lips, wondering if they tasted like strawberries from the gloss you always wore.

And now here he was, completely surrounded by your scent, his hands twitching with the urge to pull you closer.

Before you could think, your fingers moved on their own, shaking slightly as they inched toward his hair, aching to tangle in his soft pink strands. But just as you moved, Yuji suddenly lifted his head, mustering every ounce of courage before blurting out in one rushed breath:

“Ireallywannakissyoucani?”

Then, immediately after, he smacked his hands over his face.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, heart hammering in your chest as you whispered, “Yuu…”

Slowly, you reached for his wrists, gently prying his hands away from his face. His skin was warm under your touch, his fingers trembling ever so slightly. You didn’t have to say the rest—he already knew what you wanted.

He pulled his hands from yours, biting at his lip as he laced his fingers with yours instead, pinning your hand to the pillow above you. He shifted, slotting his leg over yours, his other hand lifting to cradle your cheek, thumb rubbing soothing circles against your skin.

Your eyes flickered over his face, watching every shift in his expression as he leaned closer, breath mingling with yours.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmured, voice low, almost reverent.

He leaned in, inch by inch, breath mingling with yours. But before closing the gap, he hesitated. “You sure this is okay?”

You didn’t answer—not with words. Instead, you curled your fingers into the nape of his neck, tugging him forward, crashing your lips against his.

And it was everything.

The kind of kiss that made you slam your door shut before sliding down it in a fit of giggles.

His lips were warm and soft, tasting faintly of brown sugar. It sent your stomach swirling, the kind of feeling that made your chest ache in the best way possible.

When he pulled back slightly, a thin trail of saliva still connected you, his pink cheeks flushed, eyes lidded, like he needed to look at you just to make sure this was real.

Then, with newfound confidence, he kissed you again.

This time, when his tongue slid past your lips—hesitant, waiting for permission—you let him in without a second thought. The sensation sent a shiver up your spine, and a soft, involuntary moan escaped you. That sound alone had Yuji’s other hand moving from your face to your waist to grip your body closer to his.

Kissing Yuji was like ladybugs dancing on your skin. Like the jingle of the ice cream truck on a summer afternoon. Like the mist from a sprinkler lapping at your feet on a hot summer day as a child when your only care was scoring the best popsicle flavour. Like the first sip of hot chocolate when it grazes your tongue and cocoons your body in warmth, as you come in from the bitter sting of the cold. It was like being wrapped in blankets cozied up with a book. The only sound echoing is the pitter of the rain on the window.

It was everything good, everything sweet, like the taste of cotton candy melting on your tongue.

p.s i based the title on bea's lyric from glue song "don't forget to kiss me, or else you'll have to miss me"

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gs29 · 3 months ago

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Red Light, Green Light: Baby Edition

Squid Game Master list It was a surprisingly calm afternoon on the island. The usual haunting echoes of silence were replaced by the soft sound of wind rustling the leaves and the distant laughter of Joon, your baby, who had managed to make the playground his new domain. He had already explored every corner of the sandbox, taken a ride down the slide, and made several attempts to climb the swing set. He was a curious little thing, always on the move, much to the dismay of the usually stoic guards who were tasked with watching over him.

Today, the guards had decided to introduce a bit of fun into their duties. They had witnessed your son’s growing energy and curiosity and figured—why not teach him a game? Red Light, Green Light.

The idea had come from one of the younger guards, who had remembered how his siblings used to play the game back in the day. The thought of getting a baby involved in it was definitely a stretch, but they were willing to give it a shot. After all, Joon’s giggles and innocent eyes had made the otherwise grim island seem just a little bit brighter.

The guards, lined up at one end of the playground, stood in their typical formation—rigid, military-like. But today, they weren’t standing at attention, ready for combat. No, today, they were ready to play. And they were going to teach Joon the rules.

"Okay, so here’s how it goes," said one of the more senior guards, crouching down to Joon’s eye level. The baby, crawling toward him with a curious gaze, had no idea what was going on but clearly loved the attention. "When we say 'Green Light,' you move forward, okay? And when we say 'Red Light,' you have to stop."

The baby giggled, his little hands reaching up as if trying to grasp the guard’s explanation. He looked like he was ready to start moving, but the guard, unsure how much the baby actually understood, just smiled gently and ruffled his hair.

“Yeah, Joon, you got this,” said another guard, equally as amused by the situation. He was always the more lighthearted one of the group, and his teasing tone made it clear that this was a fun break from their usual tasks.

At the opposite end of the playground, another guard stood, hands on his hips, trying to make the “starting line” official. "Alright, Joon," he called out. “We’re ready when you are!”

Joon, who had already started crawling towards the nearest toy, paused, looking up at the group of towering, masked figures. For a moment, he seemed to understand the importance of the game—at least, he recognized that everyone was staring at him. A tiny grin spread across his face, and with a determined squint, he began to move toward them.

"Green Light!" the guards called out in unison.

Joon, delightfully oblivious to the rules, crawled forward at full speed. His little legs wobbled with excitement, and he reached the halfway point of the playground with impressive speed. The guards, who had expected a little more confusion, found themselves laughing as Joon powered ahead, determined to "win."

"Green Light!" one of the guards cheered, only to be met with Joon speeding up, as though he were in an actual race.

"Red Light!" another guard shouted, and everyone froze in place.

The baby, caught mid-crawl, looked up in complete confusion. He had no idea what just happened but was perfectly happy to keep moving. His little legs gave a few more determined pushes forward, but when he noticed that everyone had stopped, he too halted, looking between the still figures and the empty space ahead of him. The sight was so innocent, so pure, that it made even the toughest of the guards chuckle.

“Joon, stop!” one of the guards called softly, trying not to laugh. But the baby seemed to be doing his own thing. He remained frozen for all of two seconds before a loud giggle escaped his tiny lips, and he started crawling again, completely ignoring the "Red Light" command.

"Green Light, I guess," another guard said with a smile, unable to contain his laughter. "He’s just too fast."

The moment was heartwarming, the guards struggling to keep up their stoic appearances while watching Joon's unfiltered joy. The rules of the game didn’t matter to him—he wasn’t playing to win, he was simply playing for the fun of it.

“Alright, alright,” the senior guard said, shaking his head with a grin. “Let’s try it again.”

The group readied themselves, calling out, “Green Light!” in a sing-song manner. Joon, now fully aware that he was the center of attention, started crawling again, but this time, he turned his head to look back at the guards. He paused and giggled to himself, then turned and slowly, dramatically, started heading toward the slide instead of the line of guards.

“Red Light!” a guard shouted quickly.

But Joon wasn’t listening. Instead, he moved around the playground, climbing toward the slide as though the game didn’t apply to him. The guards exchanged confused looks.

“Where’s he going?” one of the guards asked, still crouched down.

“Maybe he thinks he’s the one in charge now,” another guard said, shaking his head with an exaggerated sigh.

The baby, now fully at the base of the slide, tried to pull himself up. His tiny hands grasped the metal structure as he made little determined grunting noises.

“Guess he’s trying to start his own game now,” one of the guards remarked. “That’s not how it works, buddy.”

But instead of stopping him, the guards only watched, entertained by how Joon was turning the situation into a spectacle all his own. After a few more moments of climbing the slide, Joon looked back at them with that same adorable grin, as if to say, “This is more fun than the game!”

“Alright, I think we’ve lost him to the slide,” the guard chuckled. “But at least he’s having fun.”

As they all circled around, unsure whether they should keep playing or let Joon have his way, Gong Yoo appeared from the distance, walking toward the playground with you by his side. The sight of Joon at the slide, with the entire squad of guards standing around, their hands on their knees, clearly exasperated but happy, made you both pause.

You exchanged a look with Gong Yoo, then smiled, your heart swelling with love. "Well, I think he's having a good time."

“You know, he’s definitely the one in charge here,” Gong Yoo said with a small laugh.

The guards, still trying to get Joon back in line, were now laughing openly, enjoying the chaos more than any drill they’d ever been part of. Joon, ever the little leader, sat proudly on top of the slide, glancing down at the world below.

One of the guards raised his hand. “I think we need more practice.”

Another guard nodded solemnly. “Yeah, maybe next time we should teach him the rules before we play.”

And so, the game continued with more laughter and little Joon running the show, completely unaware of the world around him. The island, for once, didn’t feel like a place of cold rules and grim faces. It felt like a playground—warm, filled with the sound of innocent joy, and full of moments that made everyone, even the most hardened guards, feel just a little bit more human.

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daisyblog · 1 year ago

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Uncle Louis

Our Story Masterlist Summary: Louis meets Grace for the first time.

From the moment Louis learnt that his sister and Harry were having a baby, he longed for the day he meets his little niece. He loved Lucky and Olive, and he couldn’t wait to feel the feeling all over again.

He had asked not to see any photos of the new arrival as he wanted to meet the little one without seeing her little face first. So once he knew YN and Harry were back home and settled as their new little family, he went to see them.

Louis immediately congratulated Harry as he walked through their front door, pulling him into a brotherly hug.

When Louis arrived, he was met with YN lounging in the living room and the tiniest baby cuddled into her chest. “Oh my fo-“. Louis stopped the swear word from spilling. “She’s so small!”.

“She’s like a little doll!” YN smiled down at her little baby, rubbing her back gently. A habit she had quickly picked up. “Do you want a cuddle?”.

Louis sat down next to YN, his eyes still attached to the little baby that he now got to call his niece. “Of course I do!”. YN gently moved so she could place her little girl into her brother’s arms. “‘ello…you’re so tiny”. Louis smiled down at the newborn. “You look just like your Mummy!”.

“Harry said that when she was born” YN explained as she remembered their conversation after she was born. “He said she looks like Mum too”.

Louis let out a sad smile. “I can see Mum too…I just didn’t want to say incase it made you upset”.

“It brings me comfort…yah know to think I can see Mum’s face again”. YN reassured him as they both look at the sleeping baby, who was still content in her uncle’s arms.

Harry returned to the room, with three mugs of tea in his hands. He smiled at the sight of his daughter cuddled up in Louis’ arms. “Suits you Lou!”. He teased, earning a “fook off Harold!”.

The three spent the afternoon chatting, drinking tea and being absolutely obsessed with the new arrival. But Louis realised he hadn’t heard them mention and it began to make him curious.

“So has this little beauty got a name?”. Louis looked between his sister and Harry as they shared a cheeky grin.

“She does.” YN smiled innocently at her brother, not giving anything away.

Louis looked for any signs on the newborn clothing or something in the room but he was still clueless. “Are you gonna tell me?”.

There was a short pause before YN gave in a revealed their daughter’s name. “Meet Grace Johannah Robyn Styles!”.

YN and Harry noticed Louis swallow harshly, almost like he was trying to hold his emotions back but he was quick to wipe away a single tear from his cheek. He looked down at Grace in his arms and was completely overwhelmed at how much thought had gone into her name.

“I love it…and I love you both for giving her a thoughtful name”. Louis complimented the special name.

“They are all special people…who will always be with us”. Harry kept his focus on his daughter, as he thought about the three people they had lost.

“They’re all proud of you…and so am I!” Louis’ voice was emotional, a slight tremble to it. “Especially you”. He spoke directly to YN. “You make me extra proud”.

Tears streamed down YN’s cheeks at his words. Harry wrapping his arms around her to comfort her. “I couldn’t ask for a better Mum for our Gracie!”. Harry kissed the top of her head as she wiped away her tears.

“You two need to stop, I’m going to flood this place”. YN tried to hold back more tears from falling. But in true YN style she managed to make them both laugh, with her lack of care to what she said. “I need my baby back…before my boobs do a milk explosion!”.

“Welcome to the family Grace!”.

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tttt06 · 3 months ago

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You're My Idol

IdolHanJisung x CelebBlackReader

Request are open! I reply quickly. Masterlist here

Synopsis~ You and Han were exes. Well, not really. One day, he hit you with three words, and you ran. He's been desperate to get you back, and you let him come back with open arms… just for sex, though. Commitment is scary to you, and something's up with him that scares you.

Warnings~ Smut, rough, commitment issues, exes cheating, a little angst if you squint, Han is a simp on the streets but a dom in the sheets. 2 smut scenes.

Word Count- 7.2k

Han was my ex. I'm just going to be honest. SURE, we might've fucked around after breaking up, but we hadn't seen each other in a year.

This was because we were on tour at the same time. But I'm unsure how I'll react when I see him at the Met Gala. I might even avoid him.

He was an unexpected lover. We met at a celebrity party after the VMA's. His English was perfect, and he was a hottie.

I thought I liked Hyunjin. He has mysteriousness and an art vibe. But something about Han caught my attention.

Their music is jaw-dropping.

When we exchanged numbers, I stalked the entire group. I was infatuated with K-pop culture.

After about two months, we hooked up. And let me tell you, that man is a god in bed.

He really knows how to use his tongue.

We had a good night, and then we had a good couple of months. But he wanted more, and I didn't.

I'm too busy to do that. My career was skyrocketing.

Though I'm scared of committing, I always know that Han and I are connected.

He understood the overwhelming pressure and expectations of singing. The stress of producing music and always having to be on the lookout for trends in music and finding ways to put your own stylistic twist on it.

And most of all, he understood me.

He picked up on my habits and silly phrases. He studied me like I was his everything. I loved how he remembered the tiny things about me.

He knew when I was lying through my teeth, when I was upset and tired, what I liked to eat... he knew everything.

But, we 'broke up'. I don't think I'll find someone who understands me like Han.

So when I was getting ready for the Met Gala, putting on my overly large dress, and being walked to the limo, all I could think about was him.

"Ralphy, are we still on for Sunday?" My manager shrugged, "Ready to get your ass kicked?" I plucked his ginormous arm. "Ow!" Ralph was a big baby.

When I say big, he was buff as fuck. I only hired him because he was hot as fuck. But he has a girlfriend. I keep away. I don't pay him mind because I'm still so attached to Han.

Even though we aren't together.

The limo stopped, and I could hear the shouting. As soon as I walked out of the limo, the lights flashed. I sashayed to the carpet to take photos. My bodyguard's hand was carefully but securely on my waist. He whispered, "To your left." I glanced to the right and then left.

I'm sorry, I'm dyslexic.

I saw Chan, and where you see Channie is where you see Han.

I bit my lip as I looked away to lock back into looking good. My first instinct was to make sure I looked good.

Han might be watching, and I don't want him to think I look ugly.

I made my way down the carpet until we entered the private room. I looked over my shoulder to see the boys far back.

I relaxed as I felt hands on my shoulder. "Hi, baby!" I turned around and saw the tiny woman. If it isn't Ariana Grande. "Hi, sweetheart!"

She hugged me tightly as we rocked. I walked over to Cynthia and gave her a hug. "Hi, pretty woman!" She smiled, and her fantastic nails slid across my hands. I squealed, "Lemme see those nails, girl!" I looked and nodded excitedly, "These are so gorgeous." I felt a presence behind me and turned to see Sabrina.

"Oh my god. Hi, babe!" I hugged her tightly. We're all so busy, and we never see each other. Ariana actually helped me with my album, which blew up.

She let me have some of her demos, and I got especially famous when she gave me one of her popular leaked songs.

I bit my lip as I watched Jennie come over. We worked on a song a while ago, but her company thought it was too Taboo.

Granted, it was smooth R&B about how much I wanted a man to dick me down. I had already attracted a crowd, and as Lil Nas X came over, I saw the boys walking in.

They looked so lost. Poor babies. I smiled as I made eye contact with Seungmin. His smile was polite.

I looked back at the girls, "I don't wanna be messy, but... Isn't that..." I laughed, "Yes, and I can't promise nothing won't happen tonight." Sabrina laughed, "Girl, it's been a year. He probably moved on."

I sighed, "Why would you wish that on me." I heard my favorite giggle get closer. "TYLA!" She shuffled over in that cute dress. "ARGH!" I hugged her as Jennie smiled.

"How are you babe?" She shimmied, "I'm great! Did you see Rihanna! She spoke to me?!" Ariana laughed, "You're so cute." Her eyes were shocked and pretty as she scanned Tyla.

My bodyguard grabbed my arm and yanked me away, "Oh! I gotta go!" I ran with Jean. That was my bodyguard's name. "You want anything to drink?" I shook my head, "We can after." He smiled, "Please don't get into any drunken fights, don't flirt with anyone crazy, and don't throw up."

I smiled, "No promises!"

He smiled as he walked away. I walked back to my crowd of my friends. I don't know exactly where the conversation went.

I smiled as they made me giggle. "Fuck, ya'll are so funny!"

Nas laughed and turned. "Go get your nigga. He hasn't stopped staring." I rolled my eyes as I watched Chris Hemsworth lift Changbin.

"Oh." I laughed as I walked over.

Han made me study Korean. I knew enough to hold a conversation. "Hey guys." I.N's tense shoulders relaxed.

Chan smiled and came in for a bear hug. I smiled big in his arms. "Hey..." I let go. When I made eye contact with Han, my heart stopped. My palms were sweaty, and I felt myself tearing up.

I missed him.

He ran into me and gave me a hug. "I missed your crazy ass." I laughed. When he pulled away, his hands lingered. He knew touching my face or hair was a big No-no. He was trying to figure out where to cling to.

"Hi."

"Hey."

We both smiled at each other. Nothing changed. The chemistry was still there. Minho said in Korean, "Get a room." I rolled my eyes, "I know you're not talking Minsung."

Changbin only laughed. I noticed that two of the boys were missing. "Where the hell is Hyunjin and Felix?" Seungmin mentioned, "Hyunjin is with Donatella, and Felix is mingling."

I nodded and looked around. "Does Hyunjin know I'm here?! He didn't wanna say hi!?" Then, I felt someone's hands wrap around my waist into an intimate back hug. "Hi, Y/N." I turned around, jumping out of his arms. "Hyunjinnie!" I gave him a hug.

I laughed, "I'm gonna say Hi to Felix and get drunk. You know where to find me if you need me." I walked over to find my friends.

Sabrina whispered in my ear in passing, "He's Australian?!" I turned around. I confusedly asked, "Who? Felix?" She nodded excitedly, "I think he's hot." I laughed, "Well, aren't you dating that one guy?"

She smiled, "Sadly." I bust out laughing. "Where is Felix?" She pointed with her thumb, "Over there."

I turned over to look at him with some celebrities. "Lix!" His eyes widened as he turned his head. He was talking to fucking Asap Rocky. "Oh! S/N (Stage name), Where have you been!?" He dapped me up. I couldn't help but laugh.

Rocky was like an uncle to me in a weird way. My music started with Tyler scouting me, and we made a crazy song.

Then, I somehow managed to get into contact with Rocky. "I'm doing great! Where is our wife?" He smiled, "In the restroom. You know Felix?" I turned to Felix. I wrapped his arm in mine, "Yeah, I know his whole group."

He nodded, "That's what's up. Hey, text me later. I have a song I need a feature on." He hugged me tightly one last time before walking off to Rihanna. I waved at her with a big smile.

She waved back and walked with Rocky. I turned to Lix, "Hi, Lixie!"

I mingled with many celebrity friends and went to the bar to down drinks. I sat comfortably with Tyla to talk about our careers.

As two black artists in the industry, it's very different from everyone else.

I heard footsteps walking over, and Tyla looked Han up and down, "Ou girl, I gotta go." I sighed, "Hi, Hannie." He quirked an eyebrow, "Why do you sound so disappointed to see me."

I laughed, "Cause you know how this ends every time we see each other." He crossed his arms, "What if I told you I have a girlfriend?"

My heart dropped. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. It was a silent stare before I asked, "Do you?" He smiled, "No, I don't."

I ordered another shot and turned back to Han. "So, how have you been?" He smiled, "Small talk? Why are you being weird?" I smiled. He always read me like an open book. I loved it.

"Because Han, I actually wanna know how you are." He quirked his eyebrow again, "Really? Your place or mine?"

Our lips crashed into one another as Han threw me on the bed.

I giggled as he ripped his shirt off his big shoulders. That's where my legs belong. He pulled my legs to drag me closer to him. He pulled off his pants, leaving only his boxers.

The boner was prominent in the car, but now I remember how big he is.

"Don't worry, there's plenty of foreplay we can do tonight."

He kissed me again, dragging his tongue over my lower lip. He pulled away and winked. He pulled me out of my dress and pulled down my panties. He stared for a moment and slid the panties back on.

"Get on your hands and knees, and let your ass face me."

I obliged carefully. Han smiled, "I'm gonna fuck your panties on."

He slid his dick out and started torturing us. He slid his dick over my clit. That made me moan. "Be as loud as you want, baby. The boys don't care."

My arms started to shake from fatigue. I fell into the pillows, and I felt Han's finger dig into my hole. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. He peeked at me, "You bring your vibrator?" I shook my head.

He had a half-smirk that made him look so sexy. I watched as he dug his second finger into my hole. I moaned as he decidedly to randomly rapidly push them into my hole.

I whimpered at how fast he was going. I felt my body humming. His mouth kissed against my hole. His thumb flicked my clit, and I cried, "Fuck me, Han Jisung."

He loved when I called him his full name. "Oh, you're dangerous."

He flipped me over and lifted both my legs to his shoulders. He angled his dick into my hole and thrust roughly into my hole. He was filling me up rapidly, sending me into a frenzy. I started touching myself, and he watched me in awe.

He was pulling my underwear for more momentum as his dick stretched out my wet little hole.

I whimpered, "I'm gonna cum." He dug his dick into my G-spot. I cried as he got rougher and faster. I panted as my eyes squeezed shut. My eyebrows furrowed, and Han (out of habit) rubbed his thumb against them.

I smiled as the satisfaction rushed over me. I started squirting over us. Han smiled in shock and started humming just from the sight. My pussy clenched around him. Han let out a long moan in response.

"f-fuck. Y/N."

He slowed down and fell onto me. "You do so well under me, baby. I almost feel like we're meant to be."

He got off me and pulled me into his chest.

"You're crazy, Hannie."

He smiled and kissed my ear, "Will you be here when I wake up tomorrow."

I got silent. Han nudged me, "Aye... I won't force you to talk to me. But, at least answer the question."

I closed my eyes, "Go to sleep, Han."

My butt pressed into his dick, and he stiffened. "So shut up, or you'll start torturing me."

"Mhm."

I woke up in Han's arms. I scooted from under his blanket and threw on some clothes. I ran out of his place and called Ralphy.

"Walk of shame again, huh?" I peeked through the slightly opened car window and sighed. "Just shut up and drive me home." I climbed into the vehicle. It was silent for a good fifteen minutes.

I squeezed my thighs together as I started to feel anxious. "Han's gonna be mad at me when he wakes up." Ralphy glanced at me and looked back at the road. "Y/N, why do you keep running back to him?"

I let my head rest in my hand as I stared out the window. "I dunno. Maybe it's how safe he makes me feel. But I'm just so scared of getting hurt. I can't do long distance. I can't wait for him."

Ralphy said, "But he's waiting for you. He's a good guy. He takes care of you." I smiled, "That's why I leave the morning after."

Ralphy gave me a quick glance to see the reminiscent smile on my face, "Last time I stayed for the morning, he was making me breakfast in bed." Ralphy laughed, "He's so down bad for you! Please, just let him ask you out."

I looked at my phone. There was no text from Hannie. That's because I blocked his number. Still, I know he'll find a way somehow to talk to me.

I was getting on my plane to continue my tour. My album had dropped a month ago, and I was getting lots of 'congratulations on the show!' Still, I wanted Han to text me.

The boys already did. They always do. Chan is actually a stalker. I nervously sat in the plane.

I'm afraid of heights.

Getting on planes is a pet peeve of mine.

Ralphy sat next to me, "Here, to help you relax." He passed me a bottle of alcohol. "You're trying to give me a liver failure." His left eye twitched as he shoved the bottle in my hand.

I laughed. I dove back the shot straight from the bottle and let my head settle on his shoulder. "Ralphy, I can't stop thinking about Han."

He laughed, "Saying that leaning on another man's shoulder is insane." He turned to me, "Unblock him."

I lifted my head, "Why are you so pro-Han Jisung?" He smiled and played with the curl in my puffball. "He makes you happy. Happier than Zach ever could."

I laughed, "Yeah." Ralphy said, "I hated Zach. He so easily used you, and for what? Now he's a famous cheater."

I laughed, "True, I lost two best friends in one sitting." Ralphy rolled his eyes, "You never lost me." I turned to look at him and smiled.

He's right. Ralphy went to Zach's house and beat his ass. "Okay, enough about my past. I have to study my setlist." He laughed, "Should've done that weeks ago." I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, whatever." I opened my iPad and started to study.

After about an hour of going at it, Ralphy had fallen asleep, and I was a little more tipsy than usual. As it became harder to read my lyrics, I realized how lonely I felt.

I did something even more impulsive than unblock Han. I also deleted his number.

As the FaceTime dialed, I was met with Minho's furrowed eyebrows. He was in a face mask. "Why the hell are you calling me Y/N?" I sighed, "I have to talk to Hannie." "Call him then?"

I groaned, "Give Han the phone, hoe!"

Minho made old man grunt sounds as he got up. He walked to Han's room and slid the phone under the door.

I saw Hannie's cute face poke into the camera. He curiously picked it up and inspected the phone. His eyes lit up, "Hi, baby."

I only smiled, "Hi, Han. I'm drunk right now. I don't know why I'm calling you. Ralphy got in my head again."

Han only smiled at the camera, "You're drunk?" I nodded innocently, "Shh, Ralphy is sleeping." His smile turned into a tint of concern. I only smiled brighter, "How are you?"

I sighed in annoyance, "Oh my gosh, you're on tour! How is it?" His cute cheeks puffed, "Good Y/N. You're on your tour. How are you feeling?" I smiled, "Nervous."

Han always understood me. He cared for me and made me happy, but I have a problem with running away from people.

Han does as well.

The break-up between us was serious. Han thought I wasn't committed to the relationship. Han also had commitment issues. I'm not saying he ever cheated on me. Han would never do that. There are just some underlying issues between us.

I never asked Han about it, but when he'd say affectionate things... it felt fake.

Han would act romantic because he doesn't know how to be in a relationship. I didn't feel safe with him emotionally.

Maybe that's why I ran away.

I know he's been getting better and going to therapy, but I'm just too scared to give him a chance.

Han stared at me for an eon while I thought to myself. "What's going on in that pretty head?"

"Thinking about us."

I covered my mouth as Han laughed, "Yeah? Thinking about us? I smiled, "Hannie, I'm gonna take a nap. Why don't you text me tomorrow morning?"

The way his eyes shined in the light made me wanna punch him with a cute aggression. "I will." I mentioned before hanging up, "Don't forget to give Minho his phone back."

His eyes lit up as he remembered, "Oh yeah. Bye, cutie. Be safe."

"Wassup L.A.!" I screamed as I ran to the middle of the stage. The beat dropped, and I danced like crazy. I sighed in satisfaction as the song ended.

I was quick to end my show because I had a photoshoot after. Being the ambassador of Balenciaga wasn't easy. I walked into my car, waiting. I read through my missed messages.

One stood out.

Han's Final Form👅

You did so good out there baby😫😫😫😫

Han's Final Form👅

Eat well and keep ripping the stage

Han's Final Form👅

OMG WAIT FANS JUST REALESED CLIPS WHY ARE YOU THE NEXT BEYONCE

Han's Final Form👅

wait thank you Beyonce plz don't take my baby mama away from me🧎🏻‍♂️

You

LMFAOO HANNIE 😭

You

shut ur black ass up!

Han usually takes DAYS to reply. When I got an instant text back, I furrowed my eyebrows in surprise.

Han's Final Form👅

OMG you say the n-word one time🙄

Han's Final Form👅

Bad joke, I'm actually really really sorry about that still to this day

You

It's okay Hannie🧍🏾‍♀️

You

I didn't expect you to respond so quick tho

Han's Final Form👅

I'll always text back for you🗣

Han's Final Form👅

Besides, I'm always up until the ass crack of dawn, you know that

Hearing that stung. Did that mean Han was ignoring me before? I know Han was dealing with some depression while we were together. It was to the point where he was shutting out his own members.

You

Oh okay, we're lying now???? remember when you left me on read for a month🤨

Han's Final Form👅

DID I REALLY? I'M SORRY BABY?😅

Han's Final Form👅

You free to facetime?😁💦💦

You

ah no, I have a photoshoot, and then I'm gonna eat, and prolly spend all night at the studio.

Han's Final Form👅

As much as I love that you're a strong independent baddie😍

Han's Final Form👅

Please don't overwork yourself

You

I won't hannie

The conversation ended after he left a heart on my message. Han told me he was in the studio at the moment. That conversation felt so natural between us.

Maybe there is hope in the future.

The car finally stopped, and I walked out. The shoot was for Balenciaga. I was trying on their winter-season clothes.

The huge puffer jacket and sunglasses made me look so mysterious. My hairstylist was installing my wig when I got a call from Lil Nas X.

"Hi, bitch!" I waved at the camera. "Hi, hoe. I'm getting my wig done." He turned the camera over to his studio set up, "When is your ass getting here? It took you so long, I started working on another song."

I laughed, "Nas, I'll be over in an hour. I have a shoot!"

"Hurry your black ass over here."

I laughed and said, "Okay, bye."

"Buh, bye."

He hung up the phone, and I continued to read my book.

My stylist said, "You have tight curls, very pretty." I laughed, "Thank you! Actually, I've been needing to get a new stylist. My other one got fired for always showing up late."

The older woman smiled, "Of course, who do I contact?" I laughed, "Me, you're hired!"

I was at Nas's place. He had alcohol on the table and some snacks for me. "Hi!" I took a deep sigh and ran to his seat.

"PIANO KEYS!" I kissed his piano keys. "I don't clean those." I paused and pulled away, "EW!"

"Who the hell cleans their piano keys?"

I crossed my arms, "ME?!"

Nas shook his head, and I went back to tending the computer.

I opened the music file we were working on and quietly listened to what we had done. I said, "I was recording something real quick. I don't know if you'll like that."

Nas sat on the couch, "Your melodic variety is why you're so famous. It's always unique."

I smiled shyly and played the song. Nas scowled while he nodded his head along my flow. He nodded, "I love this shit! Record that now."

I grabbed his mic and plugged it in. I started to arrange my part because I wanted some individuality.

Nas asked, "We all know what you and Han did after the Met. So, have you talked to him?" I pretended I didn't hear him.

"Nigga! I know you hear me." I shook my head, "NOOOOO! I don't wanna talk about it." Nas scooted a chair beside mine, "The bassline is on A sharp minor, not G minor."

I moved the scale up, and it started to sound right. "You need to talk to Han. I mean, I get you got your trauma and shit, but you two need to put that in the open. If you can't, then you can't trust him, and you two need to work that out, too."

I slammed my head into the keys. "Again, those are not clean." I sat my head back up.

"The thing is, ever since that shit happened with Chloe and Zach, I just can't do relationship shit. That hurt so fucking much. To see my own best friend riding on my boyfriend's dick like it was the greatest thing ever... it was disgusting."

Nas put a hand on my shoulder and rubbed it, "I get that girl, but Han won't do the same shit."

My shoulder's sunk, "It's not just that. Han's feelings feel like a facade."

Nas nodded, "You should tell him that."

"I will, maybe.... not? I don't know. It's scary to put my feelings out there."

Nas said, "Well, you gotta try."

I shied away and began to record the music. We played around with the mixing for about an hour and a half before Nas brought out the alcohol.

I bit my lip and waited for the burn to hit my throat. When it did, I let out a tight 'ah.' Nas said, "Hennesy tastes like sweet sewer water." I rolled my eyes, "You can't appreciate alcohol."

He was right. I am crazy for drinking straight alc with no chasser, but that's just the way that I am.

I smiled while looking at all the tracks I ended up recording.

"Fuck, did I go overboard with the mixing again?"

Nas shook his head, "I love when you do harmonies. It's pretty, but you need to go home. Ralphy is gonna kill me. You have an interview at 7 AM."

I sighed. "Shit, you're so right."

I was back at my interview. We talked about the album and what's next. It was fun being here and talking with the interviewer.

"I'm not saying I hate people who wear socks with flip flops, just saying if I see you in public like that, it's on sight."

The interviewer laughed, "You heard here, first folks. S/N is a stone-cold killer. Now you have a song in your album called Ponyo, and you even have a tattoo related to that movie. What does that movie mean to you?"

I smiled, "An ex of mine introduced it to me. I loved that movie and what it represented. I made a song about how I wanted my life to be like that. It's stupid and kiddish, but I'm happy with how the song came out."

The interviewer reassured me, "Not at all. I think the movie producer would love that it had this much of an impact on you. It's one of your most popular songs."

I laughed, "Yeah, it is. Thanks to my fans, they got me in contact with the producer, and I got to see his live reaction to it. Hayao Miyazaki has a beautiful soul."

The interviewer asked me more about the album and me. Then, I was on my way to the next show.

Han told me he was on his way out of Korea, and we'd probably cross paths toward the middle of our tours. We'd meet in Australia.

It wasn't long before I was taking my plane ride there. I was equally nervous and excited. I couldn't wait to see Han, but I was also afraid. Performing in Australia before Stray Kids was going to be a humbling experience.

Han had saved me two tickets so I could bring a friend. I didn't know who I should've brung, so I brought Ralphy.

I sat in my VIP section and watched as the beat of their songs came up.

I smiled and leaned my head on Ralphy. He held my hand, and I watched as the boys filed out.

God, Han looked so good. I wanted to touch him in god-awful ways.

I looked over at Ralphy as he admired the live singing.

"Ralphy, you look like you're developing a crush." He leaned down and said, "I'm a straight male, also in love with my girlfriend."

I looked at our hands and moved away, "Jesus, text your girlfriend and tell her I'm being too touchy again." He laughed and pulled out his phone.

I watched in excitement as the boys danced to the songs. It was scary as they started to leave the stage to run to the crowd.

I prayed in my head that Han wouldn't come over here. I thanked everything that he didn't, but do you know who couldn't help himself?

Felix.

His smile spread as he gave me a big hug. I giggled as everyone recorded the two of us. He ran off, and I could see it now.

A fuck-ass photo of me and a headline accusing me of dating Felix. I don't even like Felix romantically! I LIKE HIS FRIEND!

I sighed and smiled at my fans. Everyone asked to take a picture, and I shook my head, "It's about the boys tonight. Maybe afterward outside 'cause I love y'all so much!"

The crowd giggled as I slowly got them to focus back on the stage.

It was just all too messy. What was messier was the text I got from Han.

Han's Final Form👅

xxx xxx xxx

Han's Final Form👅

That's my hotel😗

Han's Final Form👅

You look so good in casual clothing

Han's Final Form👅

You look so good always

Han's Final Form👅

I'm so hard rn and I need you under me😫😫😫😫😫😫

You

Jesus Han LOCK IN... AREN'T YOU WORRIED ABOUT RUMORS OF ME AND FELIX?!

Han's Final Form👅

No idgaf

Han's Final Form👅

Felix is more likely to like men than you 🙄

You

That is so rude of you to say

Han's Final Form👅

Y'know I'm kidding

Han's Final Form👅

Please🧎🏻‍♂️

Han's Final Form👅

I need to smell you again

Han's Final Form👅

I miss you

You

Fine but be prepared to get very angry text from Ralphy

Han's Final Form👅

I am scared of that man but I'm so down bad that I can't find it in my heart to care rn🤤

You

LMAO I'M COMING!

I whispered to Ralph, "I need you to drop me off at this hotel."

Ralph rolled his eyes, "Jesus, you two are like rabbits in spring."

I could only smile as we walked out. I didn't notice the crowd of people following until I was getting into my car. "PLEASE! S/N!? WE NEED A PHOTO REMEMBER?!"

I excitedly squealed, "OKAY! I'm coming!" I giggled as I got crowded by fans to take pictures. "Hey, wait... I know you. You run that fan page about me!"

The girl started crying in my arms and asked, "Oh my god, can I hug you?" "Of course you can!" She ran in and hugged me tightly. Her body was shaking in mine.

I started to realize how much I meant to her. How much it mattered to see me like this.

"Don't cry! It's okay! I'm just me!" She said in my muffled shirt, "I'm never gonna wash this shirt. You smell amazing." I laughed, "You're so funny!"

The group of girls all asked for autographs and photos. I did love my fans a lot. They really love me and my art. That makes me so happy and proud.

When they waved goodbye, I almost didn't want them to leave. "I'm gonna post something at 2pm tomorrow. Will you guys comment? I wanna see you again." The girl who was crying nodded, "Yes! I'll do it."

I laughed, and they ran off together. Ralph opened the door for me and mumbled, "I don't know how you do it. You really love your fans."

I watched them safely run off. Ralphy entered the driver's seat. Before we started driving, he asked, "Do you have condoms?" I rolled my eyes, "Han usually has some."

Ralph sighed, "Good, I don't feel like dealing with a miniature hornhog."

I laughed as he pulled off. The drive wasn't long.

When I entered the grand hotel, Han stood in the lobby with flowers.

"Hi, baby." I looked at the way he was dressed.

He wore that blue plaid shirt, a white t-shirt underneath, and baggy blue jeans.

"You tricked me. You're taking me on a date." He laughed, "Not really, I can't go out, so we're going to my hotel room."

I smiled as he held his hand out for me. I know he's the kind of romantic guy who tells romance stories, but... I feel like this feels a little show-and-tell-ish.

The elevator looked so fancy as we headed upward. Han smiled, "You look beautiful, you know that?" I quirked an eyebrow, "Hah, thanks Hannie. You don't look too bad yourself."

His smile was content. I looked away suddenly, feeling the awkward air between us. He nudged me, "Don't get shy on me." The elevator opened, and he held my hand. He walked me to his room and opened the door. I was greeted with candles, flowers, comfy comforters, and a movie on pause. I looked at the food service and ice cream on the table, and my eyes widened.

"Han..." He kissed my cheeks, "You like it?" I leaped toward the pile of pillows and comforters and crashed into them. It was a soft landing.

Han just laughed at my antics. He threw off his plaid shirt and joined me on the ground.

"I thought you'd like it."

I took in his arm muscles in his shirt. His chest looked prominent, and his shoulders were broad.

'Right where your legs belong, baby.' Han whispered that to me on one of our late nights together. It sent this shiver up my spine.

I smiled and gave him a big hug. Han's voice was muffled in my shirt when he said, "I don't know what you wanted to watch, so I just turned on anything."

His breath built up heat on my shoulder. I pulled away to look at him.

I didn't care. I was happy Han did all of this. Even when that feeling in my heart gives me this tinge. Even when the smile on his face has this faint nervousness that lets me know he's not sure.

I knew what he was doing... but I couldn't resist.

"Hey, baby? Before we start the movie, can we talk about something?"

I looked at him, confused, "Of course... what is it?" He smiled while wrapping the cover around me and pulled me in for a kiss. My eyes widened as my body relaxed against his.

Maybe I was wrong about where this night was going.

Han slid his hand into the blanket and plopped on my lap. I could feel how hard he was in his jeans. I just wanted to ride him to the sunset, but Han pulled away to my surprise.

He never pulls away.

"Baby?" I quirked an eyebrow at him. "Yeah? What's up?" He pouted, "I thought we should talk about us."

I blinked, "Us?" He nodded. He looked into my eyes as my face slowly turned into a frown. My eyebrows furrowed, causing Han to instinctively rub his thumb across my wrinkles. "I want us to try to be in a relationship again."

I shook my head, "We ended it for a reason."

"Yeah, I gave you my reason, but you never told me why you were so ready to leave me."

I rolled my eyes, "You said it. I'm not ready for it. That's what you told me."

His eyes lowered, "You know you say that but if you don't want this... if you never wanted it, why do you call me your ex?"

I paused for a beat.

Han continued, "Are you afraid to admit that you want me? Is commitment that scary? You call me an ex because you figured you loved me, and instead of being communicative, you fled."

I paused. Han just read me like an open book. "Shit Han! Can I be fucking happy!? DO I HAVE TO BE TIED DOWN TO YOU? I CAN'T TRUST YOU!"

His eyes widened as he noticed how panicked I got so quickly. He spoke calmly, "Why? What is it about me you can't trust?"

I looked away, "I..." I didn't want to tell him. I was so scared to inform him. I felt cornered. My walls came crashing down, and I started crying.

Han's big brown eyes got immense as he jumped at me. He hugged me so tight I thought I'd suffocate. "Please, don't cry. I hate it when you cry."

I sobbed. I just kept crying and wouldn't stop. Something about this whole situation made me feel so scared.

Han pulled away to take in my face. He wiped my tears and asked, "You want some ice cream?" I nodded and crawled over to the ice cream on the coffee table. I stuck the spoon in the tub and sucked on it.

There was only one spoon. I guess Hannie wanted to share one tonight.

I sniffled as the cold went down my throat, making me feel immediately better. I bit my lip to work up the courage to talk.

Han was staring at me with this carefulness in his eyes. Like I was a porcelain doll on the edge of the shelf just inches from falling.

I finally spoke, "I'm scared of you."

His body tensed as he waited for me to continue. I was trying hard to open up, and the only thing I could get out was, 'I'm scared of you?'.

"I'm scared you'll hurt my feelings, so I run away. You told me you loved me, and I freaked out. But it's because of something about you."

He asked, "What's that?"

I motioned my hand around the decorations in the living room, "When you do stuff like this, it feels artificial. It feels like you're only doing this for show. I don't feel like you're doing it because you love me. You know who else I got that feeling from?"

He sighed, "I'm not Zach."

I smiled, "I know, you so much better. Your talented, skilled, prettier, buffer, bigger dick, clean-"

Han cut me off, "Hold on... what'd you say?"

I shook it off, "But you're better than him. You're already famous, so you can't use me for fame. And you can't fuck Ralphy because I'm pretty sure you're not gay... I mean, I don't know for sure. The way you act with Minho is kinda suspicious."

"Y/N, the point?" I bit my lip and confessed, "But I also don't feel comfortable talking to you about my feelings on my things, but..." I squeezed my eyes shut, "I love you too, and it scares me."

I still had my eyes shut, "It gives me panic attacks at this point. I'm scared of getting the truth smacked in my face. I'm not like the Asian girls, and you have girls lined up just ready for you at all times. You'll likely venture off and do something that'll hurt me in the long run."

Han looked hurt, "Y/N... I completely get where you're coming from. Sometimes, I have trouble expressing myself, and I've been working on that in therapy. But, I wanna work on myself, and I wanna work on myself with you."

We stared at each other for a while. There was just this unexplainable silence between us. It was a while before Han asked, "So what do you wanna do?"

"I wanna be with you... but one condition." I started climbing on his lap as he stared at me longingly, "Yes?" I smiled, "You have to be patient with me... and love me your way." He smiled, "I will. I'll always do it my way."

I leaned down slowly, and our lips crashed into each other. Han's traveled to my hips. I started grinding on his hard dick. Han groaned in my mouth.

I smiled as I unzipped his pants. I still hadn't let go of our kiss. Han pulled back and watched me unbutton his pants. He looked back up at me with those pretty eyes.

His hands traveled to the hem of my shirt, and he started to lift it. My lace bra was thin. It showed the mountains of my nipples.

We leaned back into another kiss as it started to get heated. There were silent words behind Han's stares. They were pleading with love.

Han's hand dipped under my bra, and he grabbed my boob and squeezed. I let out a pant as I pulled away. I started to unclip my bra, but Han beat me to it.

He's gotten me out of this bra a lot of times in the past. He told me that this was his favorite one. Han's eyes widened as he stared at my titties.

I started grinding on him, and he squeezed his eyes shut in agony. "Fuck, I know, baby. I need to get you wet first." His back was against the couch as he lifted up with me.

He carried me to the bed and turned off the TV quickly. Han liked to fuck in the dark. He said it gives him more of an excuse to let his hands roam.

My back fell flat on the bed as he unzipped my pants. The vibrations of the pants zipping sent this ticklish feeling to my pussy. He pulled them down while looking at me. His eyes said everything his mouth couldn't. "I want you."

I smiled, "I know Hannie."

His thumb rubbed against my clit, causing an electrical wave to shoot through my pussy to my chest. I whined. "Mm, that feels good as always, right?"

I nodded as he bent closer to trap me in another kiss. My tongue traced his lip, and his lips parted. His wet tongue slid into my mouth. His thumb turned into two fingers. They slid into my hole, and I moaned in his mouth.

He loved when I did that.

He let out a satisfied huff against my face.

He kissed and sucked on my neck as I let his fingers dig into my hole. His slow pace was just as gratifying. I started to pant and whine. "I need more."

Han pulled away from my neck and kissed down my stomach. He sucked on my clit as his fingers continued digging in my hole. The sheets balled up in my hands.

"Fuck Han." He smiled against my clit, and my nails moved to his hair. I massaged his scalp and pressed his face closer to my pussy. His wet soft lips kissed my clit, and my body tensed.

Han sucked harder and let his fingers go deeper into me. I moaned louder as he quickened his finger's pace. I felt myself starting to cum around his fingers. My moans became more girlish and high-pitched.

He let me ride down his fingers as my hips bucked into his palm. "Mm, mm. Ah~" My panting slowed down finally.

Han licked his fingers and towered over me. "I'm hurting right now." I laughed as he looked at me playfully. He leaned down to give me a kiss. "I know this hurts to hear, but I won't be able to control how many times I confess my love to you tonight."

I smiled, "That's okay."

He pulled my panties down and pulled his pants down. I bit my lip as I looked at his beautiful dick again.

He pressed himself against my entrance, and I braced myself for the stretch. Han dug himself deep into my hole, and I gasped. He was pacing into me slowly as his hands roamed to my chest. "Kiss me, please?"

He obliged quickly. The kiss was messy as he thrust into me hard but slow. My body rocked to him. Han kissed my neck, leaving probably another hickey. I felt his big dick hit my G-spot finally.

I whimpered from the feeling. Our bodies made noises together as Han's dick thrusts deeper into me. The friction in me started to build as my body heated up more.

"You okay, baby?" I peeked open my eyes, "Ah~ mhm." He smiled and kissed me.

"God, I love you."

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I came around him. Those words made me feel vulnerable enough to cum.

My body shook under him, and his thumb rubbed my hip. He helped me ride through it. He kissed me softly. "Baby, I won't see you for another month or so, so I'm gonna fuck you for every day we won't see each other."

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The final farewell & stuffed animals - Task Force 141 x MacTavish!Reader

Based on this idea :)

Task Force 141 x MacTavish!Reader (Y/n is Soap’s 8 year old sister)

summary : After Soap’s death the 141 met his baby sister Y/n. If only they could've met her in a different place and at a different time…

warnings : very angsty, Soap dies, no happy endings, crying, funerals, not beta read

a/n : hi so this is my first time writing anything for Call of Duty so please go easy on me, since I know this isn't the best but I just thought that this prompt would fit :)

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After Soap died, the 141 found out that he had a family. Since Soap never really mentioned anyone they were surprised to find out that he had an eight year old sister. They never met her- they only saw a picture of her after they looked through Soaps things after his death. He kept a small photo of her smiling while sitting on a small cliff in the middle of his notebook. The photo was probably taken somewhere in Scotland when he took some time off from the military.

It was Price’s idea to have a small funeral for Soap instead of just spreading his ashes like they originally wanted too. They thought it would be best if they allowed his sister and mother to say a final farewell and see him one last time. Contacting Soap's mother was the hardest thing that they ever had to do.

Fighting Makarov and seeing the horrors they saw on the daily was awful- but seeing how Johnny’s mother collapsed onto the floor sobbing after finding out she lost her oldest child. It was soon arranged to have Soap’s funeral at a small church in the town he grew up in.

They never saw Soap’s sister Y/n until the funeral. She was wearing a black dress and hugging a small teddy bear who was wearing an army uniform. Johnny’s mom soon explained that Y/n had gotten the teddy bear from her brother right before he joined the military so she would always remember him.

Upon seeing Soaps open casket Y/n ran up to the steps and leaned over it. Tears were pouring down her cheeks upon seeing her brother laying there so still and motionless. He had a bandage around his head to cover up the wound from where Makarov had shot him. “Johnny- you have to wake up! You have to wake up!” His sister cried hoping this was all some sick prank and that her brother would wake up and yell that it was all a prank and that he was okay.

But he never did.

Soap was gone.

Upon seeing Y/n sob over Soap’s casket her mother rushed up trying to pull away the little girl. Before she managed to pull the Y/n away, she stood up on her tippy toes and reached over to place her beloved teddy bear in the casket with Johnny.

When Y/n’s mother tried to take the bear back and give it to her, Y/n just cried out. “No! Please- he needs it. He’ll be scared all alone, he hates the dark. He hates the dark, I don’t want him to be alone.” She just cried uncontrollably.

Ghost could feel the tear gathering in his eyes, he was usually an emotionless man but upon seeing his best friend's little sister cry like that he could feel his heart snap into tiny pieces. Price even wiped away a few tears upon watching Soap’s mother pull Y/n away from the casket and into her arms gently reassuring the little girl that Soap was now safe and that he was okay.

After the short service Johnny’s mom insisted on the 141 coming over to at least rest for a bit before they went back to where they were staying. Y/n was sitting in front of the dark fireplace silently, she was hugging her knees to her chest while tears poured down her cheeks. Gaz looked over at Soap’s mother silently asking if it was okay if he tried to talk to Y/n, she just nodded and whispered “Go ahead.” with a sad smile.

Gaz sighed and after looking over at Ghost and Price he took a deep breath and approached Y/n sitting down on the floor next to her. “You’re Gaz right?” She sniffled while looking over at him with red teary eyes. “Yes, that’s me. I’m guessing your brother told you a little about us huh?” He questioned her gently.

“He’d talk about you a lot. All of you. He even promised me that when I got a little older he’d take me to the 141 base and show me around. He promised…” Y/n whispered to which Gaz nodded sadly while looking around the small but cosy living room. “You’re really brave y’know that right?” He asked while gently reaching for a box of tissues and handing them to her. “I was scared. But I tried to be brave for Johnny.” Y/n says while grabbing a tissue and wiping away some tears. “Well you did an amazing job sweetheart. I know that he’s very very proud of you” Gaz said with a gentle smile.

“I gave him my teddy bear. Before he was deployed for the first time, Johnny took me out to the city and we went to the build-a-bear store and he allowed me to pick a teddy and some clothes for it. I still remember it since I’ve carried that bear with me ever since. I gave it to him since I know that now he needs it more than me. He hates being alone in the dark and I don’t want him to be scared.” She sniffled to which Gaz nodded sadly.

Ghost and Price were listening in from the kitchen and their hearts broke hearing what Soap’s baby sister was saying. She gave him his favourite toy since he felt like now he would need it more than her.

“Gaz? Do you think that he’s proud of me?” Y/n asked him curiously while wiping away some tears. Gaz nodded in response. “I know that he’s very very proud of you Y/n. You were very very brave.” He reassured her while hugging her tightly.

THE END.

#task force 141 #call of duty #call of duty x reader #task force 141 x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #john price x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader

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laswells-ashtray · 3 months ago

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Hello comrade (also please tell Orca hi from me), I know you did a wonderful piece on Adler and baby Phil just recently, but I am unapologetically greedy about your writing, so if you do not mind, could you maybe share your thoughts on how they would spend, like, a fun weekend day in the city? Maybe a zoo trip or one of those science museums that have cool interactive exhibitions where you can watch like a tornado form in a glass box by a press of a button and then it explains some physics laws (do I make sense? I hope you get which ones I mean, I am obsessed with them). Or something like that.

In any case, I hope you have a great day/night and remember that you are our very loved comrade and always a delight when you post literally anything ❤️🦍

I'm gonna be honest with you, I'm choosing the zoo because it's easier to describe than sciencey things as someone who enjoys those museums but also failed every science I ever took and doesn't know how to articulate anything involving such. Also, obligatory gorilla conga line: 🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍

It's safe to say, it isn't Russell's traditional way to spend a Saturday. But, he lets the tiny hand in his lead him over to the bear enclosure with a smile because Phil's little legs are moving so quickly that he expects them to spark soon.

It's busy, as to be expected on a sunny Saturday but he manages to secure them a place by the glass so that the four-year-old can see the bear. A couple of well-thrown elbows can get him anywhere he damn pleases.

It's almost comical how close Phil is willing to get to the glass just to look at the bear inside of its enclosure, offering it a wave with his free hand as the bear peers back at them, not a care in the world as it lounges about on the grass.

"Is he grizzly?"

He looks away from the bear, eyes drawn back to the little boy in front of him as Phil squeezes his hand. He shakes his head, glancing over at the sign detailing the animal's information.

"I don't think so, kid. Says she's an Andean bear."

"Huh."

It doesn't seem to deter Phil, his enthusiasm doesn't falter in the slightest as he admires the beautiful creature in front of them. The markings on the bear's face give it a distinct kind of regality over the other animals in the park.

A soft mutter reaches his ears as his son gazes wide-eyed at the bear. "She looks fluffy."

At that moment he knows that when they reach the gift shop he'll be looking for stuffed bears to see if he can hunt down an Andean bear plushie for Phil to keep at his house. His wallet be damned, his boy is getting a bear.

He peers over at the sign, listing every common fact about the bear from her age to her weight to her average lifespan in captivity. "Says she's only seven, her name is Beatrice."

Phil tugs on his hand again, this time with the force that demands Russell meet his eyes. He doesn't even try to pretend that the shit-eating grin on the four-year-old's face doesn't make him smile.

"Beartrice."

And with that, the famed Russell Adler is broken into a fit of laughter by a four-year-old in a Tom and Jerry t-shirt.

He ruffles Phillip's hair with his hand much to his displeasure, messing up the neat blonde style that his mother had insisted he leave the house with. Informing her that they were going to the zoo and not a gala only resulted in her rolling her eyes.

Others start to crowd around them, all desperate to get a look at the "spectacled" bear in all her glory as the animal starts to approach the glass. He briefly considers staying but being boxed in by around twenty or so people is less than ideal, so, he leans down and carefully picks Phil up, planting the boy on his hip.

He hears his son's quiet protest as he walks away from the bear enclosure and he's met with a pout when he spares him a glance, he'd feel bad if it weren't a tactical decision.

"Well, kiddo, how about I make you a deal? We can go look at Daddy's favourite animal and then get some food before we go and look at the rest of the animals. Maybe, if she's still awake we can come back and see Beatrice later."

Phillip doesn't seem convinced, crossing his arms and looking up at him with such a serious glare that it almost feels like looking in a mirror. It'd take less effort to convince Woods to drink lighter fluid.

"What animal?"

He pinches the boy's nose, grinning at his grumble as tiny hands try to pry his own away.

"Well, I was gonna take us to go see the lynxes. They're like a big version of Mrs Petrillo's cat."

The description seems to help convince Phil that the new animal would be worth leaving the bear for. "A kitty?"

"Kind of, yeah. A big kitty."

After maybe twenty seconds of deliberation, Phillip nods and looks at him expectantly.

"Let's go see the kitty."

So, maybe he could convince Woods to drink lighter fluid.

#phillip graves #russell adler #dadler #sorry they only saw one animal but i didnt know about andean bears until i wrote this and they're beautiful #hope you enjoy

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meiliarotten · 2 years ago

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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Two: Electric Boogaloo

Day 31: Performance Enhancers (Aphrodisiacs)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: Medic is trying to make some performance enhancers for his teammates. In a way, he succeeds, but these effects aren’t going to be much help on the battlefield.

Tags: Aphrodisiacs, oral, experiments gone sexual, begging, overstimulation

Word Count: 3.5k

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It was a secret to no one that Medic experiments tended to go hand-in-hand with dubious ethics and even more questionable safety standards. The Spy head that he perpetually kept in a mini fridge was evidence enough of that. You could still remember the way you shrieked when you first opened that fridge, searching for something refreshing to sip on, only to be met with the decapitated Frenchman who immediately begged for you to kill him. However, that had been a long time ago, and you were now quite well acquainted with not only your dear doctor, but also his affinity for morbid experimentation. It was just another one of many things that attracted you to him.

What wasn’t always so attractive were the unforeseen consequences of some of these experiments. The bread monster incident was just one such occasion. One time a baby baboon pumped full of growth hormones and baby formula had gotten loose in the mess hall. Another occasion involved some horrid mix between mad science and necromancy that nearly started a zombie apocalypse. That last one just happened to occur during Halloween, so you could admire the seasonal appropriateness, if nothing else.

The invention of a truth serum was probably one of the worst happenings though. It probably wouldn’t have been too bad… if it weren’t paired with poker night. An inability to bluff and a few poorly chosen words later, what amounted to a family game night nearly escalated into a full out brawl that left at least one grown man in tears- probably Scout. Things were said that night, things that should never be repeated. The truth serum was now kept in a locked safe.

All that said, this was still probably one of the most surprising of unforeseen consequences that you had ever stumbled upon, perhaps simply due to the subtly of it. There were no explosions to be heard, no toxic fumes to air out, and not a single decapitated head or severed limb in sight. No, instead what you walked in on was a very jittery, very flushed, and very much visibly aroused Medic desperately fanning his red face with some paperwork that he had been procrastinating on for days. It was in this state that you found him, and while you had several questions, almost all of them could be summed up with a simple, ‘what the hell happened here?’

Medic was quick to explain himself, although his voice lacked the confidence it usually carried whenever he talked about his latest scientific endeavors. “I was experimenting with some performance enhancers. Just a little something to give our team more of an edge in battle.” Medic’s eyes darted around the room, trying to avoid your inquisitive gaze. It was like he was nervous or even embarrassed to have been caught in such a vulnerable state. “It’s all quite simple, really. Increased blood flow, inducing adrenaline rushes, etcetera. These are temporary side effects of the serum that will all be worked out in the end, I assure you!”

Etcetera? Medic had just used the word ‘etcetera’ to describe one of his experiments. On any other day the mad doctor would have eagerly walked you through every tiny detail of complex chemical reactions, discussing which components caused certain effects or nullified others. For him to simply trail off like that was proof enough that these ‘simple side effects’ were affecting him far more severely than he was letting on.

“Well, it certainly is increasing blood flow,” you said, unable to resist the urge to make the most obvious quip at his expense. At least that managed to get a chuckle out of him. Medic glanced aside, looking uncharacteristically bashful.

“Ja, testing it on myself probably wasn’t my best decision,” he admitted.

You heaved an exasperated sigh, placing your head in your hands. “God damn it, Medic, imagine how badly this could have gone if this ‘blood flow’ had decided to rush anywhere else! You could have had a stroke or something.” He could probably use a few strokes of a different kind right about now, but you didn’t say that bit out loud, no matter how funny it might be.

“Well, that’s what respawn is for,” Medic said, shrugging off your concern. You rolled your eyes. Functional immortality really did put a damper on one’s sense of self preservation. “That said, would you mind assisting me, liebchen?”

“I don’t know, Medic,” you said, reluctance evident in your tone. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to help him. In fact you would very much enjoy it. There was just something you had to make sure of first. “Are you even in your right mind at the moment?”

“Oh I certainly am! Nothing in the serum affects cognition,” he assured you. “And I would really appreciate your help.” He paused when a shudder ran up his spine. You couldn’t deny you loved how positively needy he looked, and then came the nail in the coffin. “ Bitte , mein liebling.”

Fuck, that tone. It corroded any lingering inhibitions you may have had. You were ready, now thoroughly reassured that a Medic was in his right mind- well, as much as a mad scientist willing to commit grand theft skeleton could be, anyway. “Alright, but let’s at least take this somewhere more comfortable,” you said, nodding towards Medic’s room, conveniently located in an offshoot room of the infirmary.

You could have sworn Medic was shaking as you led him there, directing him to sit on the bed while you dropped to your knees in front of him. He was so hard, painfully hard, evident even through the thick fabric of his jodhpurs. You made quick work of the buttons and zippers, pulling him from the confines of his briefs to feel him twitch in your hand. Your breathing quickened, but you couldn’t let yourself get too hot and bothered. You were on a mission.

Precum already leaked from Medic’s cock, dripping down the shaft. You could taste it as you took him into your mouth. His head fell back and he groaned as you began to set a steady pace, bobbing your head and keeping your lips tight around his length. You felt him throb against your tongue when you moaned around him, knowing how much he loved the vibrations it caused. With how desperate Medic was, you had expected this to be quick. However, it seemed that his stamina had increased alongside his libido.

You pulled away, giving yourself a chance to breathe more easily and letting your aching jaw rest. “You really need to be more careful with these things,” you said, once again scolding Medic for his recklessness. “I know we have respawn, but-”

Medic grabbed your hair, and you were cut off mid sentence as he pushed you back towards his cock, you gasped, grabbing onto his thighs to keep from falling forward. You glanced up at him with wide eyes, startled by the sudden forcefulness. The moment his gaze met yours the tight grip on your hair was released.

“Oh Gott, I’m sorry, liebchen!” Medic said, panicking a bit when he realized how rough he had been with no warning. Even so, that neediness still shined through as he begged you. “But please, don’t stop!”

He sounded so desperate that you couldn’t bring yourself to be mad. “Alright, I won’t stop,” you reassured him. Your voice shook, and while one may assume it was from nerves you knew deep down that it was from arousal. You hadn’t exactly minded the rougher treatment from your doctor. Once again, you tried to shake the feeling off, focusing on your task.

You picked up where you left off, working your tongue just the way he liked, distracting yourself from the stiffness beginning to settle in your neck by listening to his moans. You had never heard Medic be so vocal before. He was already a fairly loud and excitable man, whether in or out of bed, but this was definitely the loudest you had ever managed to get him to be from a simple blow job alone. You heard his voice start to break. That along with the way he twitched within your mouth signaled that he was close.

Medic pressed a hand over his mouth, but it did little to muffle the sinful noises he made when his climax overtook him. His hips twitched slightly, only going still when you placed your hands on his waist. You gripped him tightly, but not hard enough to hurt. It was just enough to let him know that he needed to control himself, or at least try to avoid thrusting down your throat without warning.

When the twitching and shuddering finally subsided you pulled away, taking in a much needed breath of air. “Fuck, that was hot,” you said, panting. There was no point in hiding how attractive you found the whole situation anymore. Medic was observant. He would have noticed anyway. So you decided to just outright ask for what you wanted. “You wouldn’t mind returning the favor, would you?”

“Of course, darling.” He chuckled, low and devious. “I’m not done with you yet.” Medic didn’t sound like he had calmed down at all. If anything, his voice seemed to growl, giving him a feral edge. Before you knew it you were thrown onto the bed, being peppered with kisses so fast it made your head spin. You squirmed under the relentless barrage of affection, barely restraining the soft moans that fell from your lips. Your hips bucked and met with a familiar hardness, but surely it couldn’t be…

You managed to steal a glance downward, and sure enough, Medic was already erect again. Apparently this serum of his shortened refractory periods as well. You pressed your thigh between his legs and he jumped, moaning softly near your ear. The sound only aroused you more. “Please, Medic,” you begged, barely above a whisper. You weren’t even sure what you were begging for. You just knew that you needed to be touched soon or you would lose your mind.

He made quick work of your pants, stripping you from the waist down. His pace was so frantic that it was surprising that he didn’t simply tear the clothing from your body. You kicked your underwear off from around your ankles and it fell to the hardwood floor with a soft thud, joining the rest of the discarded coverings. You spoke his name in short gasps, it being one of the few coherent words you could say between breath stealing kisses. He made his way down your body and you shuddered as he left a trail of kisses from your neck to your inner thighs, where he even dared to nip at the tender flesh with his teeth, making you yelp.

Your legs were hoisted onto his shoulders. Medic held them there for a moment, feeling how the muscles trembled beneath his touch. Then he dove in, his tongue meeting your clit with gentle flicks. There was no tentativeness in his movements. In fact one could say he was ruthless, sucking and lapping at you, drawing moan after moan from your throat.

Medic reached down, wrapping a fist around his cock, thrusting into his own hand. He moaned against your clit, making you squirm. One of your hands held a white knuckled grip on the sheets while the other was entangled in Medic's hair, using it like reins to guide him to where it felt best. “That’s so good. Fuck, keep going, just like that!” you gasped when Medic moaned again. Your praise spurred him on and he stroked himself faster, precum slickening his grip and making it feel even better, but it wasn’t enough. What he wanted more than anything was to feel you clenching around him, so warm and wet. “Wait, stop,” you gasped suddenly, pulling back on his hair until he was looking up at you.

Everything ceased as Medic waited for you to catch your breath, his one hand awkwardly still on his dick and the other resting on your thigh. He looked a proper mess, hair disheveled, mouth agape, and lips drenched. You smiled at the sight, putting Medic at ease. He had been worried something was wrong when you stopped him.

“I was about to come,” you said, still breathing hard. “But I want you to fuck me, please. I want to come on your cock.”

It was a wonder how Medic kept himself from quite literally jumping at the opportunity. He managed to restrain his reaction to a soft “Of course, liebling,” but even then his voice and body both shook with anticipation. He rushed to undress fully, tossing his remaining clothes to the floor in a heap before kneeling on the bed between your legs. His fingers pressed against your slit, feeling just how wet you were. Hd couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to be inside of you, quickly lining up and thrusting into you with a deep groan.

Medic sank in to the hilt, going still for a moment as he took his time to savor the feeling of you. Your warmth throbbed around him, and it took all of his restraint to keep from fucking you mercilessly. He wanted to. Oh, it was impossible to describe just how badly he wanted to make a mess of you. But he knew you preferred a gradual warm up, so that was what he would give you, no matter how agonizing it was to go so slow, to be gentle. Your pleasure was worth the effort, and he knew the denial of his own desires would only make the eventual orgasm even more rewarding.

As for you, you could appreciate the tender pace for a while. However it wasn’t long before you found yourself grinding against those languid thrusts, trying to chase after more. Your hands came to rest on Medic’s shoulders, and you could immediately feel how tense he was. It was clear that he was holding back. It seemed that a little encouragement would be needed for him to show you just how good it felt to be under those powerful hips of his.

“Harder!” Your voice cracks, making you sound even more pathetic. “Medic, please!”

He met your gaze with a look of surprise. He hadn’t expected you to adjust so quickly, but then he recalled how you had reacted when he tried to push you back onto his cock earlier. Your face went red when he grabbed your hair and shoved your head down. The memory made him chuckle as he realized just what you needed. “Do you like it when I’m rough with you, liebling?” An especially hard thrust cut off any response you may have had with an utterly pitiful moan.

“Please,” you repeated a desperate plea when he went still again, giving you a chance to answer him. It was all the confirmation Medic needed to know that you were ready and willing m.

“Well, this is just perfect.” His grin was wide, almost manic in its intensity. It both frightened and excited you. “I suppose I can stop holding back.”

You were held down, Medic’s hands pinning you wrists, letting you enjoy the illusion of helplessness as he thrust into you faster and harder. You loved every minute of it, eyes rolled back and mouth agape as moans spilled from you freely. Being at his mercy as he rutted into you like a beast in heat was a feeling that you could easily get addicted to. His moans came out in low, growl like sounds that only aroused you further. It felt as if he could bite down on you at any moment, tasting and savoring you like fresh prey.

For a moment you thought you would get just that when you felt Medic bare his teeth against your ear. “So beautiful, mein braves mädchen,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his grip on your wrists tightening enough to make you whimper. “Gott, you feel so good.” He made such sweet words sound so unbridled and passionately primal. It was intoxicating to be desired so carnally, and it certainly helped drive you towards the edge.

“Medic! I’m-” You cut yourself off with a cry when Medic changed his angle ever so slightly, just enough to brush against a very good spot. Your fingers dug into the sheets as you tried to pull yourself together enough to say something coherent. “I’m close!”

“Moan louder for me.” Medic took a fistful of your hair, tugging it back until you could only look up at him. “I want to hear you scream as you come for me, mädchen.”

Oh, you screamed alright. You were certain anyone in the immediate vicinity of the infirmary would have heard you. However you couldn’t bring yourself to care as your orgasm ripped through you, muscles taut and shaking until you came down from your high, going limp beneath Medic. Not that he seemed to care, as he went on chasing his own release without pause.

That domineering visage of his was beginning to fall apart. “Oh Gott, bitte, bitte!” He was breathless, unsure as to what he was even begging for as he reached the tipping point, oblivious to your whimpering as he thrust into your overstimulated cunt. With a strangled cry he went still, burying himself within you and doubling over. You were worried that he would collapse, but thankfully Medic recovered enough to roll off of you before letting himself fall against the mattress with a sigh.

You winced slightly, even the feeling of him withdrawing sending painful jolts of overstimulation up your spine. It was like electricity dancing across your skin, every inch of your body feeling so very sensitive. After a few moments of heavy breathing you finally managed to speak. “Feeling better now?”

“Ja…” Medic was panting, his hand shaking slightly as he reached over to stroke your cheek. “For now.”

“For now?” you repeated, staring blankly at the exhausted man in front of you before asking a question that you partially dreaded the answer to. “Medic, how long is this supposed to last?”

Medic looked deep in thought for a moment, as if trying to calculate something in his head while still fighting through the post orgasmic haze that had settled over the two of you. Finally, he murmured something that you were just barely able to hear. “Six hours, at most.”

Six hours.

Six fucking hours .

The most frustrating part was you couldn’t even be indignant about the fact that it lasted that long. It was how long an average work day would be for the mercs, after all, and this whole thing had started with him trying to make a performance enhancer. Medic noticed your expression, and quickly tried to rectify the situation. “But that’s just at most! It could be less…”

You tuned him out. You had already decided what your next course of action would be, no matter the consequences. It was clear you would need some chemical enhancement of your own to get through this. “Medic, do you have any of that serum left?”

Medic looked confused, but he nodded. “It’s on the counter near the medicine cabinets.” He motioned vaguely towards the door leading to the infirmary. “I don’t see what good it will do though, given these side effects.” You had to keep yourself from once again becoming exasperated. You would have thought that even in this state Medic would at least keep such a powerful chemical in a safe place. Instead, sure enough, you poked your head out of the bedroom door to find it just lying on a nearby counter. Medic narrowed his eyes when he saw you return with the small vial of red liquid.

“This might just have a use yet,” you said, popping the cork on the vial. Before Medic could utter a word of protest, you downed the serum. The feeling as you drank the sweet yet spicy liquid was like warm bath water being pumped through your veins, disconcerting yet comforting at the same time. All the heat slowly but surely centered in your core. “There, now we’re in this together.” You closed and locked the bedroom door with a grin, shooting a glance towards Medic. Oh, he was definitely fully hard again, but this time he wasn’t even sure if it’s from the aphrodisiac or simply because he found your newly discovered ‘no-fucks-given’ attitude to be incredibly attractive.

“Liebchen. I need you to come over here and have your way with me, right now,” he practically growled, his fingers digging into the edges of the mattress.

“You are so lucky we don’t have work tomorrow,” you said, noting how your voice was already shaking with an almost primal desperation. The oversensitivity you had been feeling was replaced with a burning need. “I don’t think either of us are going to be walking much after tonight.”

Medic pulled you forward, letting you straddle him. “Gott, what did I do to deserve you, liebe?” he asked, his words dissolving into a low moan as you sank down onto his cock with surprising ease, starting to ride him slow and steady. It was going to be a very sleepless night, and you had best pray that no one would be paying any late night visits to the infirmary- for their sake.

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bumblebeehug · 2 years ago

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Happy Endings

Ship: Natsu Dragneel x Lucy Heartfilia Summary: What Natsu knew about families had been an ever-changing subject for as long as he could remember. Yet somehow, he found himself free from these wonders one day. Day 2 of Nalu Week - prompt: family Ao3

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Natsu could only remember one time in his life when he was searching for a family. During that time, he only remembered cold, dark woods, and a feeling of abandonment he couldn’t shake. Igneel had disappeared, and he truly felt scared and alone. When Makarov picked him up and carried him to the warm safety of the Fairy Tail guild, he remembered feeling better, though still confused and upset. Igneel had been all he had, all he needed, and suddenly he was gone, and Natsu needed someone else to help him teach him how to live. In that sense Makarov was an angel from above – he provided him with a family, friends, food and roof over his head. He provided him with the guidance he needed to function in society, and for that Natsu would forever be thankful.

As he met the other children Makarov had managed to pick up on his journeys, he also had to learn how to share, and how to play fairly. That way he discovered that he hated a black-haired boy named Gray, that the redheaded girl called Erza was scarier than anyone he had ever met before – and mind you, his dad was a dragon, and he discovered that the Strauss siblings were easy to boss around. Well, not Mira-Jane, she was as scary as Erza, but the other two, Lisanna and Elfman, were fun and easy to play with. Though Elfman was quite the scaredy cat, which made some games complicated whenever they played together.

And so it happened that Natsu and Lisanna became best friends. They still had their differences – Natsu was wilder than her and wanted to play more violent games, preferably in a way that made him look tough, and Lisanna liked to make those games more emotional. She was actually quite good at storytelling and managed to modify Natsu’s ideas to make it work for both of them. If Natsu wanted to fight, then she would make it that he was fighting for a good cause – to protect his friends and family, and Lisanna herself could be a princess or a sibling who had to be saved. They worked well, the two of them – something that would be proved when they finally got old enough to go on missions to earn some money for themselves. Though that’s skipping ahead in time.

Before they went on missions together, they one day found a mysterious egg. By then Natsu had gotten more content with the idea of staying with Fairy Tail for good. He would always search for Igneel, and he would certainly find him, but until then he liked the group of people he knew in this wild guild. He even liked Gray, though he’d never admit it if anyone asked. The guild was wild and violent, friendly fights breaking out every other day, but he knew in his heart that this was his home, and that the people inside it was his family.

Lisanna, who Natsu thought was getting more creative by the hour, figured out that they could play house with this egg they found. For her, the family dynamic was simple to spot – she would be the mommy, Natsu the daddy, and whatever was in that egg would be the baby. Of course, the part of her that had a small crush on Natsu was also happy with this game, and unbeknownst to her, Natsu was also pleased with it. He had too much pride to admit it, but he loved playing with Lisanna, despite her to him crazy ideas about wives and husbands and weddings. Those words had no substance in his world – why couldn’t everyone just live and love and let life happen without the interruptions of ceremonies and such? Well, it didn’t really matter when it came down to it, because ceremonies or not, games or reality, the egg was bound to hatch, and when it did and a tiny, blue, flying kitten came out of it, Natsu felt something click within himself. The cat, who Natsu named Happy, had brought together the guild in a way he never quite had seen or experienced before. In the guild, people had lost big parts of their families, replacing it with the friends and elderly figures found in Fairy Tail, but now they met Happy – a cat who not only could fly, but who they also soon learned could speak. This kitten had never known a life without a family, abandoned or lost. He was constantly surrounded by loud and happy people, and even when he wasn’t in the guild hall, he spent all his awake time with Natsu and Lisanna. Happy’s childhood fascinated many of the children. For him, the constant flow of people around him, assured that he would never truly be lonely. He could have a silly fight with Natsu and Lisanna, who were likely trying their best to raise him, even though they were only children themselves, and Happy could fly off to some other group of people, who all would be grateful to have him near them. See, Happy was properly and thoroughly loved, because all the family he had ever known, would never leave him.

Natsu saw Happy’s childhood unfold right in front of him. He was practically the only person Happy would dare to categorise as a father figure, though, brother was probably a better word for it, seeing as they practically learned to live side by side. Still, even if Natsu wouldn’t be able to put it into words by this age, he understood that Happy’s childhood was the ideal. All his friends should have gotten a chance to experience what Happy did, but too few of them actually did. By this time, he knew enough about marriages, wives, husbands and children, to know that one day, he would like to try again at raising a baby. Happy was quite exceptional, who survived having Natsu as his main provider, and Natsu looked forward to raising actual human babies – though it could certainly wait until he had sniffed out Igneel.

Lisanna had taken a huge role when it came to raising Happy. She took it more seriously than any other friend Natsu knew, and even though he first should have been concerned over the lack of adults who partook in Happy’s early months, he soon found out that she was the perfect person for the job. Kind-hearted, caring, fun and responsible. She truly was it all, and Natsu couldn’t help noticing his feelings for her develop. Maybe it was his years as a preteen, or maybe he was just finally old enough to see her clearly, but his admiration for her grew constantly. Not a day went by where Natsu and Happy weren’t by Lisanna’s side. They were glued together, until the day came when Lisanna had gotten permission to take a harder job with her siblings. It was the worst day in Natsu’s life since he was abandoned by his father in the woods. Now, he felt like he had truly been through it all. The only consultation was that he still had Happy by his side, and even that wasn’t cheering him up. How could anyone deal with the death of someone? Had Natsu spent all this time with her in vain? Weren’t they supposed to try again with the family stuff, some day far into the future?

As soon as he had noticed his happiness come, he saw it go. Over and over again, he watched the last memory of her repeat in his mind. Fair skin, light hair, endlessly blue eyes, and the softest smile he had ever known. He was meant to protect her, to be there to ward off any dangers, just like they had played as kids. How could fate be so cruel that he didn’t even get to see his longest friend grow old? Natsu had never asked for much, he never expected Lisanna to hold on to her childhood crush on him, and he truthfully wasn’t expecting himself to hold on to it either. He knew life could come between the two of them, but how could he accept it when it was death that split them, and not life?

Natsu wasn’t proud of how he dealt with his sorrows. It had begun with anger, not at anyone specific – especially not Mira or Elfman, who he knew did all they could to protect her, even when Elfman had lost all control. No, he was mad at himself, for not being there for her, even if he wouldn’t be able to beat an out-of-control Elfman, he could have gone in her place. Really, anything would have been a better outcome than this, he thought, as long as it meant that Lisanna could get a chance to live a long and full life.

After Natsu went through the different stages of grief, he learned that the way he could most comfortably cope with his loss, was to push other people away. Don’t get him wrong, he wouldn’t go out of his way to ignore people if they wanted to talk with him or hang around him, but he had stopped trying to reach out and connect with the rest of the guild. Happy was always by his side of course, and as he vowed he would never allow anything bad happen to him, he also knew that he was avoiding emotional confrontation. At several instances he would realise that Happy was trying to make him talk about what had happened, to maybe come to some cliché solution where Natsu finally could say “life works in mysterious ways” and then continue living. Not that Happy necessarily wanted him to come to that conclusion, but he knew that Natsu was avoiding what had happened, and it would only lead to more harm in the future if he couldn’t learn to cope with it now. He might not have understood exactly that things would end up like that, but he sensed that something could go very wrong within Natsu’s brain if he didn’t start connecting with people again.

The sorrow however never subsided; it just became greyer as the time went on. Even if Natsu never truly recovered from the loss, the same way that Mira and Elfman had changed for good, life still got easier. He slowly started to learn to live with it, and despite his emotional unavailability, other than the anger his hot-headed temper allowed to show, he still managed to learn to appreciate the family he still had. He never let his sight go of Happy, and he always made sure he was in safety before he joined in with any guild brawls. He also never managed to gather a proper team after Lisanna passed, but he still had idle chats by the bar when the time was right. He disguised his cravings for the touch of another human’s skin by throwing fists at Gray and Loke, and he even took some time to appreciate Erza’s reliability from afar whenever he thought no-one noticed.

This is how his relationship with the guild looked like for a long time. Admiring from afar, never letting people see his real feelings and desires, in fear that he would lose another friend if he got too close. It was after all an undeniable pattern – he loved Igneel, and he disappeared one day. He found proper fatherly love in Gildarts, who always went away as fast as he arrived. And Lisanna – the person he had the most tender relationship with, went away in the most excruciating way. It couldn’t keep happening like this, and so he hid away his feelings.

A few weird coincidences lead to a big change in Natsu’s life. One day in the guild, he had accidentally overheard a fellow guild mate mention a fire breathing salamander. Normally, breathing fire wasn’t out of the ordinary for Natsu. It was after all a magic spell he had learned at a young age, and he now managed to control it relatively easily. Adding that to the word salamander however awoke a picture in his head – a salamander didn’t look too far off from a dragon, apart from size and some other minor details. And if it could breathe fire, then it might just as well be possible that it was Igneel! So, despite the very high chance of it not being Igneel, he went to search for him, just to check it out. It wasn’t too far away, but he took the train, because he simply didn’t want to waste any time (though he didn’t know he’d pass out from motion sickness and accidentally waste time through an extra trip). At the time he didn’t know that time was moving him towards his fate, so he could happen to meet the right person, just at the right time.

The commotion the “salamander” brought to the coastal town of Hargeon was fateful indeed – he saw a weak fire mage (who certainly didn’t compare to a dragon) scam young girls by making them think he had certain interest in them, he somehow got an autograph, and then there she was, with bright yellow hair, brown concerned eyes, and a magic mouth. Magic was an exaggeration, since she had only offered to buy him and Happy some lunch, but he was grateful non the less. In fact, he hadn’t been too off with the magic stuff – the weird girl called Lucy was a celestial mage, which was something he knew nothing about before their encounter. Apparently, she could summon “spirits” or “sprites” (he didn’t care too much about the proper terminology) thanks to magical keys.

Despite her chatty mouth, he immediately knew that he liked her. There was something refreshing about her – maybe it was the way she acted the same way his guildmates did, combined with the fact that she didn’t know anything about him. He was a new face to her, and that was something he appreciated. When their ways crossed again, he knew he had to take this chance to keep her close. She had been talking excitedly about his guild during the meal, and he found her praise quite flattering, before the royal guards could capture the two of them, he grabbed her hand and made his offer: the offer to join Fairy Tail.

His life drastically changed after she joined the guild. That girl, Lucy Heartfilia, she really knew how to shake things up in that old building. She was stubborn, kind-hearted, hot headed, funny, and incredibly smart, and somehow, she stuck around Natsu, despite his standoffish attitude and impolite way of inviting her to his team by attempting to use her looks to deceive some old duke. Really, she could have decided to go on her own jobs from that point, and he wouldn’t blame her the slightest. But she decided to stay, even when he brought her on S-class jobs and practically made her risk her life. And after this, when she turned out to be the daughter of the Heartfilia Konzern, she spent most of her time worrying if she even deserved to be a member of the guild. He couldn’t believe it! She was the only one ha really had been able to get close to since Lisanna died, and as if that wasn’t enough, she even brought him closer to his other guild mates. He had never spent as much time with Gray or Erza or Mira before Lucy got in the picture.

There was never a dull day now that Lucy had joined the guild. People he had seen as enemies were now allies, like that weird other dragon slayer, Gajeel, and the water girl Juvia. The jobs they took (somehow, they had allowed Erza and Gray to join their team, which Natsu wasn’t too happy about – he liked the small group of him, Lucy and Happy) got crazier and crazier, and the effect it had on the guild, his family, was nothing less than magical. It’s silly of him to compare the great, amazing, good things to magic, because magic was an ordinary concept now that wizards and witches grew in population, but it was true; Lucy made them all tighter, happier, even if they didn’t know how much credit she deserved.

Thanks to this girl’s existence, Natsu, Wendy, Happy and Carla were able to survive some really complicated situations, when Lucy turned out to be the only one who could use magic in the weird reality called Edolas. Thanks to her they figured out how to save the rest of the guild, and as a byproduct, one of the most improbable things happened: Lisanna came back to life. Well, that wasn’t exactly how it had gone, since she never really died in the first place, but that is how it felt for everyone from Earthland. Mira and Elfman got their little sister back, and they were happier than ever, and though Natsu should have felt ecstatic as well, seeing as his first resemblance of love was back, he didn’t feel very different. He was happy, but he had been for a while now, now that Lucy was around. His childhood crush was just that – a childhood crush, and he was grateful to be able to befriend Lisanna again after all this time apart. The odd thing was that he didn’t feel a need to get back to how things were. Happy almost seemed the same – excited to see Lisanna alive and well, but not in need to continue their mother-son relationship from where it dropped off.

And around that time was when it hit Natsu: his idea of a family had changed drastically. Igneel was still in the back of his mind, and the guild would always be his home, but now he found himself constantly drawn to the girl whose golden hair could outshine the stars. His life suddenly revolved around her, and Happy had found himself right in the middle of it. Lucy and Happy were even tighter than Lisanna and Happy – not because Happy didn’t like Lisanna, but because Lucy had become one of his absolute best and closest friends, only competing with Natsu himself. They had become a team, even way back then, and the three of them would just continue to play around and live life as dangerously as humanely possible. They were inseparable.

As time went by, they had been through a lifetime of crazy experiences. They had been stuck in time after being attacked by a dragon, gotten a comeback at the Grand Magic Games and won the whole thing, then he met future Lucy who sacrificed herself for her past self, something that would never be forgotten by Natsu, and he would certainly never forgive future Rogue for acting like that. At that point he hadn’t met the dragons though, but he soon would, and somehow he would survive seven of them, and then, after visiting a town where giants lived, a demon guild decided to kidnap Natsu, because apparently he had some connection to Zeref, the dark mage, and then, completely out of the blue, Igneel showed up. Lucy had been there for all of this, and at the time she already seemed out of it, sort of depressed in a way that maybe only Natsu could pick up on. She had been waving it off as being tired, but later he learned she had sacrificed Aquarius, her mother’s key, just so she could save the guild from being digested by a monster. And now, there he was, Natsu’s father, or the closest thing he had ever known to be a father, and he was there to fight Fairy Tail’s greatest enemy: Acnologia.

In an ideal world, Igneel was supposed to win that fight. He would win, and he would spend the rest of his life with Natsu and Happy and Lucy and the guild, and so would the other dragons. Everything was supposed to be alright afterwards, and the whole E.N.D. thing would solve itself. His heart would be full, and his family would be whole. He would have it all. So, when the evil force that was Acnologia murdered Igneel in front of Natsu’s eyes, he knew something had to change. Something that Natsu never believed would happen in a million years, in his darkest nightmares, happened, and he couldn’t stop it. The image was etched into his brain, and it replayed like a scratched CD, scarring the brain tissue that was responsible for his happiness, and that was when he knew he could never allow something similar to happen ever again. No matter what, he had to get stronger. If he hadn’t been strong enough to prevent Igneel from dying, then there was no chance for him to stop Zeref or Acnologia. So, he did the only thing he could think of. He left everyone in order to grow stronger.

Natsu had never intended to leave Lucy alone, and he certainly didn’t intend to bring Happy either. Happy was great, and even if he pretended to have full faith in the blue feline’s survival skills, he was worried he’d hurt him with his fire, or that he’d accidentally drop a boulder on him somehow during this training. That’s why he first wanted to leave Happy with Lucy – they could take care of each other. If Happy didn’t want to be with her all the time, he could be with Lisanna or Wendy, or anyone he'd like, really. But not even Natsu could convince Happy to stay behind – the exceed simply wouldn’t hear of it. He protested for days when he learned that Natsu intended to leave Lucy as well, but when he didn’t budge, all Happy could do was to convince him to at least leave a note, so she wouldn’t worry too much. So that’s what he did. It took many days for Natsu to get the words right, as it felt like nothing he wrote would be enough to excuse himself with. “Happy and I are going to train, we’ll be back in a year” could be reworded as “I’m running away, yikes, don’t die, maybe I’ll come back, or not” and it gave off practically the same feeling. The letter he settled on was short and cruel in his opinion, and he knew he could never fully be forgiven for what he was about to do, but he just couldn’t deal with this loss in any other way.

It wasn’t supposed to be as hard to leave as it was. Natsu and Happy had always been the original original team, ever since Natsu found that egg in the woods. It hadn’t been Lisanna who found him, but Natsu, and therefore they stuck together. They had known each other for Happy’s entire life, and Lucy had only joined a few years ago, plus 7 years that couldn’t really count. That was the facts, Happy and Natsu, Natsu and Happy – it was always those two who would stick together, no matter the situation. So why on earth was leaving Lucy the hardest thing he had to make himself do? He had no choice but to see his father leave, but running away from Lucy was entirely Natsu’s decision. He would be crushing mountains and he would evaporate entire lakes and seas, yet those feats had nothing on him abandoning her. He didn’t understand how or why, but Lucy was more important than anyone else he had ever met, well, parallel to Happy. Natsu didn’t care about Lucy like a sister or anything, not like Erza, Levy, Cana, Mira or nowadays Lisanna. She was just his friend, except it wasn’t fair to call her “just” or “friend”. She was… his. That’s all he could get from it. She was his new safe point, where he went to recharge or relax, and calling her family didn’t make sense for him at the time, despite the similar characteristics she shared with the rest of the guild.

When he finally had enough courage to return, she had changed drastically. Before she seemed to live life like there was no tomorrow, never worrying about a thing, flying from one job to another, just happy to experience life in all it’s glory. When he met her eyes in the burning stadium, he couldn’t find the glimmer he once had compared to the stars. He had never felt so heartbroken. It felt so stupid, because here he was, grinning like an idiot, asking a stupid and shallow question, and Lucy should have taken her chance to kick him and scream at him and cry, and yet she managed to smile and carry on being her kind, polite self. Except, he knew she felt weirded out by the whole thing. They hadn’t met each other in an entire year, yet here he and Happy was, acting as if no time had gone by at all. A dick move, but it was the only thing Natsu knew he could do. And sometimes, for a few minutes, he could swear he had dreamt the whole year of training, and that everything was back to how it used to be. Him, Lucy and Happy, eating and playing and talking, like there was eternity ahead of them.

While the air between Natsu and Lucy sometimes grew thick, the bond between them also grew. It became stronger after this time apart, and now all Natsu could think of was how mature she seemed compared to him. Her hair was in this ponytail on the side of her head, tied with a really pretty blue ribbon, that really flattered her skin tone. Her clothes were new as well, and he couldn’t help but admire her lean back whenever he walked behind her. He was so aware of everything she said and did, and he found himself multiple times trying to casually show off to her. He felt pretty humbled when he learned that she had done her own special training, even learning to use those star dresses (though some of those outfits he wouldn’t mind being more covering), and her job as a journalist had clearly only aided her in becoming smarter, and suddenly he once again felt like he had missed too much of her time. He found himself wishing that he’d never left at all, just so he could have been by her side as she grew.

The true turning point in their relationship happened later on, during the final war against Zeref and his nation. One of the Spriggan 12, a woman named Dimaria, had killed her, murdered her, his Lucy, and for him, that was the point of no return. His fury burned absolutely everything, from what he later heard, even time and space, and he wouldn’t have changed that outcome for anything in the world, even in hindsight. When his anger blocked his vision, his hearing and all other senses, he remembered only having one thing in mind. He had to kill the one responsible to Lucy’s death, and it didn’t matter who he had to get through. In fact, he didn’t care if this fire and rage killed him, because without her he couldn’t imagine living on.

The rest of that big day was kind of a big blur. He knew he had gotten his senses back in the middle of a fight with Gray, where Erza had stepped in to break them up. Shortly after he could smell Lucy, and then before he knew it her arms were wrapped around him. He was completely drained, but inside he was the happiest man alive. She was alive, maybe he somehow had managed to save her from the cruel fate Dimaria would have given her otherwise. Then more time passed, and things became blurry again until he felt part of himself heal. He once again sensed Lucy had jumped in to save him in some smart way he couldn’t wrap his head around, because he was fighting Zeref and only barely managed to stay up against him.

To describe every single moment that Lucy saved his life in, or to go into detail about every fight they fought together would take a lifetime. When Fairy Tail fought Zeref, Natsu weren’t unfamiliar to his possessiveness towards the celestial mage, since he many times had found himself vowing to keep promises to her future self, or just vowing to never let a single enemy who somehow hurt Lucy go unharmed. As he returned from Acnologia’s spiritual world, he realised that the place he was falling towards, was home. It was more than just the ruins of his guild, and it was more than his mates standing around, waiting for some celebration to begin for surviving the hardest battle yet: he fell towards Lucy and Happy. Even in midair he found himself relieved – despite having the landing left to do. In a few seconds he’d be face to face with the most beautiful face in the entire world, and he would say “I’m home” because for him there was no better word to describe that feeling. Then he would hear her say “Welcome home” and he would feel his life fall into place, like he’d finally found the missing piece to the never-ending puzzle of his life.

Sometime in the future, Natsu would continue this puzzle. He would have learned by then that the wife-thing Lisanna talked about when they were little, was more than just childish dreams from a small girl, and he would allow himself to thrive in the family he’d make with Lucy. First it would be the two of them, and Happy of course. Then he’d look back at his memories from Edolas, when he met Lucy Ashley and Natsu Dragion’s daughter, Nasha, and he’d think of Grieg, and he’d think of Levy and Gajeel’s twins, and by then he’d want to expand the tiny family they made up. For Lucy to be a mother, for Natsu to be a father, and for Happy to be the best uncle anyone could ever ask for, was according to Natsu, the so-called “Happy Ending” everyone had been talking about. He would fill his life with new adventures, and he’d experience them all with Lucy, whom he by then would proudly be able to call the love of his life, and he would tell everyone that she was exactly that, until she begged him to shut his mouth and let his actions prove it instead of his words.

And though this was in the future, and he had no idea how it would turn out yet, he knew he’d never have to search for a family ever again. Now that he promised his entire future to her, he could feel safe in the knowledge that he’d spend the rest of his life dedicated to fulfilling all his promises to protect her and take her on endless amounts adventures. Not even a happy ending had to end when he had forever with her. Natsu’s Lucy.

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apteryxparvus · 2 years ago

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Seeds of Love — Oikawa Tooru / Reader

Pairing — Oikawa Tooru / Reader

Word count — 2,606

Content warning — none

Summary — You and Tooru’s teammates have a running gag that any plant named after someone in your life is cursed to suffer a terrible fate under your boyfriend's notorious black thumb. And, no matter how much you try to save them, your boyfriend always manages to transform them from thriving greens to shriveled-up twigs faster than you can say 'photosynthesis'.

“No way,” you state bluntly. “You’ll kill it. Again.”

As you hold the tiny pot that vaguely resembles Bulbasaur — albeit a bit misshapen and a completely wrong color, — you squint your eyes in concentration, trying to assess if it would match with any of the succulent cuttings scattered around the apartment. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Tooru jutting out his lower lip like a sulky child. His doe-like eyes wander around, anxiously shifting between you and the fluffy plant he's clinging onto for dear life.

His voice takes on a high-pitched, pleading tone. “Pleaseee, I'll love it and care for it like it's my own child,” he whines, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and shoving the wooly plant in your face. The fuzzy oval-shaped leaves tickle your nose, and your face scrunches up as you try to hold back a sneeze.

You really want to say yes — the plant is certainly cute, adorable even. In fact, you're already envisioning the perfect spot for the Kalanchoe, nestled snugly on the shelves between the cotton-scented candles and the graduation photos from high school and university.

But deep down, you know that no matter how much Tooru insists he'll take care of the plant, it'll end up like all the others: drowned or parched, a mere shadow of its former self. You can almost hear the poor thing gasping for air, crying out for a drop of water or a ray of sunlight to save it from Tooru's notorious black thumb. You've lost count of the number of succulents and cacti that have met their untimely demise under his care.

(It's like he has a special talent for killing plants, despite his best intentions.)

Tooru pleads with you once more, "Please, this time I'll let you name him."

You give him a skeptical look. "Tooru, darling, I can't handle giving it a proper name and then watching you unintentionally murder it a month later. My heart just can't take it."

He lets out a pitiful sigh, slowly moving the fuzzy plant away from your face. You look back and see him holding it like a baby, cooing. His lean fingers are trailing gently along the oval-shaped leaves.

He looks so content, his eyes shining under the unforgiving fluorescent lights.

"Alright," you finally give in, avoiding his handsome, sun-kissed face. But you can see his expression lighting up with excitement from the corner of your eye. "But remember, I get to name it like you promised. No take backs."

The thing is, you adore giving your plant babies human names. The silly tradition began, along with your soul-crushing, debt-inducing plant addiction, when, for your four-year anniversary with Tooru, one of his Argentinian teammates gifted you a large Lacy Tree Philodendron that took over a third of the apartment's tiny hallway space.

But you knew your dear boyfriend had a talent for plant homicide. Back in your high school days, you'd find yourself helping his mother tend to their modest garden while he stayed inside, sulking when she would scold him for killing yet another perennial.

So, despite being grateful for the generous gift, you couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy about the fate of the plant under Tooru's care. After all, you still had the sad remains of an African Milk Tree cactus barely standing on the balcony, a victim of his infamous killer touch.

Somehow, against all odds, the philodendron managed to stay alive. A few months later, during a celebratory dinner with Tooru's closest teammates at the start of the league season, you found yourself a bit tipsy and brought up his plant-killing tendencies. You recounted the time when he had fallen on the Tree Philodendron, exhausted from training, and accidentally snapped off two three leaves, leaving the poor plant struggling to recover. Everyone at the table laughed, and Tooru defended himself, claiming that he had simply been giving the plant a haircut.

Carlos, the gift bearer, had laughed, explaining that, coincidentally, that was around the time he got a broken arm after an unfortunate skiing accident in the Andes, near Cerro Chapelco. After another full glass of plump and smoky Malbec wine later (all thanks to Leon and his vineyard), and more apparent coincidences, the precious Philodendron got its official name — Carlinhos.

From that point on, it became a sacred ritual and an inside joke between you and Tooru's teammates to name each new plant after someone in your life and eagerly wait for any coincidences between the plant and its namesake.

(Such as the unfortunate IKEA-bought Cascade Palm named Lola after Dolores, the evil fifth-floor neighbor who tended to throw her garbage out the window onto the street. A week and a half after Tooru had accidentally overwatered the palm, Dolores had to move out, never to be seen again.

Or the pink succulent cutting, lovingly nicknamed after Leon’s pinky finger. Both the succulent and Leon's pinky had suffered minor injuries, coincidentally, just days apart.)

"Come on, plant hoarder, let's bounce before you bankrupt us," Tooru teases, as you add the fuzzy succulent to the overflowing shopping basket filled with an eclectic mix of trinkets. Your boyfriend grins, his eyes crinkling in amusement, and your heart flutters at the sight.

Despite his notorious black thumb, he's just as enamored with the plants as you are. In fact, he's the one who constantly brings home new green babies, filling every nook and cranny with vibrant colors and sweet fragrances. You often catch him reading plant care books or watching videos on plant propagation, determined to learn more and improve his skills.

At the cash register, Tooru places the last plant on the conveyor belt and shoots you a wink, his lips stretched into a cheeky grin. His infectious energy never fails to lift the spirits of those around him, and even the two elderly ladies standing a few meters behind you can't resist commenting on how happy you two look together. They start gushing in rapid Spanish, and though you can't catch everything they're saying, you hear enough to know they're describing the two of you as a picture-perfect couple.

Your cheeks flush in embarrassment. Back in Japan, you were always the shy one, avoiding any public displays of affection, no matter how small. The old ladies in your neighborhood were always on the lookout for any potential gossip fodder, and anything from a simple kiss on the cheek to sneaking out at midnight for a game of volleyball would set off the gossip mill.

The cashier finally rings up the last item from your cart, and you start shoving the items inside your bags. Most of the trinkets fit snugly inside Tooru's backpack and the extra shopping bag you brought, except for the three large plants you ended up buying.

(Which you will proudly hug and carry to the car.)

Tooru effortlessly lifts the bags, and you both exit the store, elated by your successful shopping spree. As you walk towards the car, you steal glances at him, and your heart swells with affection. Even after all these years, it still feels surreal that he is your partner, your closest confidant, and the only one for you.

Inside the car, the larger plants are carefully secured in the backseat with seatbelts, but the tiny kalanchoe stays in your lap. Its velvety leaves tickle your fingers, and you can't resist the urge to caress them throughout the ride.

When the car rolls to a stop at a red light, Tooru glances at the furry plant and asks, "What should we name this little dude?"

“We’ll find out soon enough, when inspiration strikes me.” You stick your tongue out, and your boyfriend answers by softly flicking your forehead.

That evening, you and Tooru make a simple dinner and enjoy it with a couple of glasses of cheap store-bought wine. As the evening progresses and the alcohol takes effect, your playful mood only grows, and you can't wait to catch up with the rest of the Seijoh Four during your monthly meetup. Eager to see your friends, you log onto Discord earlier than planned and head over to Tahakiro's gaming server. To your surprise, he's already there, his camera on, displaying his strawberry blond hair and cheeky grin.

Tooru bursts into the channel and greets your pink-haired friend with a boisterous "Makki!"

You give him a playful jab as he turns on his laptop's camera and takes over the screen, giving a cheerful wave to your best friend. The three of you immediately launch into a lively gossip session about life, and within a few minutes, Hajime joins in the chat, his face a bit fuzzy due to his old camera.

As Iwaizumi’s pixelated face pops up on the screen, you can't help but tease him.

"Hey Iwa-chan, are you broadcasting from a potato?" Tooru jokes. Despite the poor video quality, you can clearly make out Iwaizumi's raised middle finger.

Moments later, the final member of your little Seijoh alumni group joins. Issei's tired-looking face appears on the screen, bathed in the neon glow of his gaming setup.

“What's the plan for this lovely morning slash evening? Are we gonna kick some butt in CS:GO or run for our lives in Dead by Daylight?" he asks, his voice slightly hoarse.

You pause for a moment, considering your options. "Hmm, I'm feeling a bit too exhausted for that. How about some peaceful farming in Stardew Valley?"

Takahiro is quick to agree, jumping in with a condition, "Stardew is fine, but only if we play the Wilderness map. And just to be clear, I am not sharing my resources with Tooru this time."

Your boyfriend bristles and pouts as he turns to face you, expecting you to side with him.

You interject, "Tooru, darling, let's be real here. Choosing Joja Mart over the Community Center is a rookie mistake."

"But I wanted the achievement!" he whines.

You and Tooru quickly load up the game on his laptop, creating your shared character and setting up the farm. You send out invites to the others, and they set off to work the moment they join. Issei takes charge of plowing the land, while Makki becomes the farming guru and heads to Pierre's shop for extra supplies. Meanwhile, Tooru, still pouting like a grumpy toddler, watches as you and Hajime break the rocks and chop down the trees.

You spend the majority of your playtime being a love-struck fool, showering your favorite character with gifts and compliments, much to the annoyance of your boyfriend. You can practically feel his eyes rolling every time you let out a high-pitched squeal after leveling up your friendship with your in-game partner. Whenever you switch, you’re stuck watching him gift your in-game partner with soggy newspaper pieces and driftwood. He ends up getting himself killed in the mines, and you're quick to fall behind on money.

“Yes,” you let out a squeal of excitement as you exit the cabin and a cutscene starts to play. You watch as your character receives a pet from Marnie. “Guys, guys, what should I name him?”

“Nomi.” Issei suggests, earning an eye roll from you.

“Issei, I am not naming him ‘flea’.”

“Cream puff.”

“Assikawa,” Hajime pipes, and Tooru gasps.

"Iwa-chan, why do you have to hurt me like this?" he exclaims dramatically, collapsing onto the couch with a hand over his heart.

You laugh and type in the name "Assikawa," ignoring your boyfriend's failed attempts at keyboard mashing. As the cutscene ends, Makki and Mattsun cheer and gather around the adorable creature, giving it as many pats as possible.

A while later, Makki reluctantly leaves the game, but stays in the voice call, and starts ranting about his mind-numbing recent job at a local konbini. Issei, unfazed by his friend's usual complaints, barely spares him a glance as he delves deeper into the mines, his pickaxe ready to strike at any glimmer of gold ore. But you're intrigued — you haven't gossiped with your friend in a while — and you’re curious to hear more about this job, despite knowing of his job-hopping tendencies.

“---the old hag keeps trying to give me double shifts, even though I’ve told her a million times I have another part-time job,” the strawberry blond continues his spiel. "She must hate me or something," he gripes. "I swear, I've worked more night shifts than there are days in the week!"

"What's her name?" you ask, a mischievous smile spreading across your face. Makki looks at you with confusion as you continue, "Tooru, what if we name our new plant baby after her?"

“No,” your boyfriend deadpans. You pout, making your best puppy eyes at him, but he doesn’t budge. You try to win him over by moving closer and giving him a quick peck on the lips, but it only earns you a chorus of exaggerated retching sounds from Maki and Issei.

You sulk. “Fine then. Our baby’s name will be Assikawa then.”

Tooru's eyes widen in disbelief. "You wouldn't dare," he says, a hint of panic creeping into his voice.

"Oh, I absolutely would."

Tooru looks at you for a moment, considering his options. “Not even if I kiss you like this?” He leans in, his lips brushing softly against yours.

More loud retches come from the laptop's speakers, and you and Tooru pull away, embarrassed.

"Uh, well, see you guys next week," you say, trying to conceal your mortification. "And good luck at work, Makki."

Hajime rolls his eyes, but there's a small smile on his face. Issei just laughs, clearly amused by the whole situation.

You do end up naming the innocent plant Assikawa. This leads to your boyfriend becoming overly protective of it, treating the innocent plant like a delicate newborn and fearing the wrath of the Plant Gods (and you, mainly you) if anything were to happen to it.

And it’s all fine for the first two-three weeks.

Each morning before heading to training, he would plant a gentle kiss on your forehead as you lay half-asleep in bed. After that, he would proceed with his typical morning routine, taking a quick shower before packing a light meal for you, followed by preparing his own nutritious breakfast and savoring a cup of black coffee. Just before leaving the apartment, he would give a tender pat to the fluffy plant, using it as a good luck charm.

That is until one morning, after a night of heavy drinking with some of his teammates, he staggers out of the bedroom, his head throbbing with pain. He makes his way towards the bathroom, his vision blurry and his mouth feeling like cotton. His lips are dry and chapped, and he stumbles, reaching out to grab something to steady himself.

You are abruptly awakened by a noise that isn't the birds chirping outside. You jolt awake, startled, heart rapidly beating. And when you leave the confines of your bedroom, your own head pounding, you're greeted by the sight of Tooru lying on the floor, shielding his face with his arms. The second-hand wooden shelf is barely holding up, one of its legs broken. Wet soil clumps are scattered on the soft carpet, and crumpled magazines are scattered around.

The fuzzy plant is barely visible, hidden under your boyfriend's large frame.

“Tooru!” you shout, rushing to his side and frantically checking for any injuries. “Tooru, are you alright?”

He groans in pain as you help him sit up and brush the dirt off him. “My butt hurts,” he complains, massaging his behind. “This is all your fault, Assikawa, for cursing me.”

Author's note: first time writing and posting a fanfic; i know there's absolutely no plot in here, but hey, i had to somehow indulge in my love for plants & writing xd

Thanks for reading 💚

#haikyuu #oikawa tooru #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #hq x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa x y/n #oikawa x you #reader insert #haikyuu imagine

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breederking · 4 months ago

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TW Stockholm syndrome

A cool, damp breeze trickled through the small, grated window high in the corner of the room, offering only the faintest touch of comfort. The air inside the cage was thick with the smells of sweat, old linens, and the sharp tang of sterilizing chemicals that never quite managed to cover the scent of blood. Outside, the sun was sinking lower, casting an orange glow through the bars of the cell, but inside, it was dim, save for the soft glow of a single bulb that illuminated the far corner.

Galen was sweating. His breath came in sharp, shallow gasps, the kind that gnawed at the chest and made the mind spin with panic. His body, swollen and heavy with the life he carried, was a battlefield of discomfort and anticipation. A pain like nothing he had ever known was rippling through him, coming in waves, each one more unbearable than the last.

The contractions had started early in the morning, at first a mild tightness in his abdomen, a dull ache that he had dismissed as nothing more than the usual discomfort that came with carrying a child. But now, hours later, they were coming fast and fierce, the pressure in his pelvis unbearable, and he had long since lost track of time.

His mind was fuzzy, a strange mix of fear, exhaustion, and an overwhelming desire. The child inside him was coming—*his* child, the one he had carried for so long, the one who had made him a father despite everything. The one who had made him… this.

A cry from the corner of the room pierced through the haze of his thoughts, and his body stiffened. It was the sound of his son, the child he had borne with his captor, his abused, his lover - and it sliced through the fog of his mind with an intensity that both disturbed and soothed him.

Little Lucas, only a year old, had been wailing for the past ten minutes, his tiny voice a piercing, frantic sound that made Galen’s heart ache in a way he had never expected. He could hear his captor—Lucas' father—talking to the child in the next room, his voice low and soothing, but also… possessive.

"Quiet now, little one. Your father’s busy. He’s bringing you a sibling, remember? Be good for me, and you’ll meet your new brother soon."

A choking sob escaped Galen’s throat, a horrible mixture of dread and longing. The words, the way his captor spoke to Lucas, it should have sent him into a panic, but the tight knot of affection in his chest—drenched in the thick, insidious pull of Stockholm syndrome—kept him tethered in place.

He closed his eyes for a moment, resting his forehead against the cold metal bars of his cage, but his body betrayed him. Another contraction ripped through him, sharper, more agonizing than the last, and his body tensed as if the very walls of the cage were closing in on him. He cried out, his voice broken and raw, but even that didn’t seem to offer any relief. He could feel the baby’s head shifting, the sharp edge of a contraction gripping him in places no one should ever have to feel.

"You’re doing so well, baby," came the soothing voice of his captor, the words honeyed and thick with affection, his presence suddenly looming just behind him. "I’m so proud of you. You're doing such a good job, just like I knew you would." His words of encouragement were followed by a kiss on the neck.

It was always like this. Always the same. The affection, the care, the love-all of it felt so wrong, so perverse when his mind took a moment to push through the fog. And yet, it felt right.

He turned his head, his eyes meeting his lover, the man who had done this to him. His master's gaze softened when their eyes met, and there was something so intense, so possessive in the way he looked at Galen that it made his heart race, even as it made him want to curl away.

"You’re mine, Galen," he murmured, his voice a low, thick growl of affection. "You’ve always been mine. And this little one—" He placed a hand on Galen’s contracting swollen belly, pressing firmly, making Galen wince. "This little one is ours. You've been perfect for us."

Galen’s chest heaved with a strange mixture of desire and revulsion. He knew, deep down, that this wasn’t normal. It wasn’t right. He should hate him. Hate everything about the life he’d built in this cell, the forced breeding, their child, the pregnancy, the strange, unsettling closeness that had grown between them over the past two years. He should.

But the touch of that hand on his belly, the soft whisper in his ear, the constant reassurance- "you’re mine, you’re perfect, this is what you're meant to be"- made it hard to pull away, even when he wanted to. Galen felt truly loved.

Another cry from Lucas in the next room brought him back to the present, the sobs high-pitched and desperate. His stomach tightened with the fresh wave of contractions, and he gasped, clutching the bars of his enclosure to steady himself.

The man's hands were back on Galen’s belly, pressing gently, but firm enough to guide him, to reassure him. Galen closed his eyes, leaning into the touch, the sense of calm spreading through him, even as the pain grew unbearable. He wanted to birth this baby for his master.

It was so hard, so incredibly hard. He wanted to scream, to beg for mercy, but the words stuck in his throat, tangled in the tendrils of confusion that clouded his mind. He had been trapped in this cage for so long, and this was the life he had now. Somehow. This was what he had chosen, in some twisted way. He had no one else.

He shifted again, the pressure intensifying with every passing second, and he felt the baby descending further, the painful stretch, the burning sensation as his body was forced to give way to the life he had accidentally created. His breath was coming in ragged gasps, and each cry of pain only seemed to push him deeper into himself. Galen reached for his master's arms frantically, looking and only finding comfort in the man who did this to him.

"Come on, Galen", his voice gentle yet commanding. "You can do it. You're going to have to."

The words were a command, and Galen felt the weight of them settle in his chest. This wasn't an option. He needed to birth this baby, and he'd need to birth babies for as long as his master wishes for him to.

With an overwhelming wave of pressure, Galen felt the baby’s head crown. The pain was excruciating, unlike anything he had ever known, but it was also—somehow—a relief. The moment had arrived, and there was no turning back.

"That’s it, Galen," his voice full of awe, but something else—something darker, possessive. "You’re doing so well. I can see the head." Galen feels his master's hand tease between his lips, prodding at the baby's barely emerged head.

In an instant, a reflexive push popped the baby's head out with a burst of fluid, soaking Galen's master's lingering hand. As Galen let out a moaning cry, master flicked his hand dry before returning to guide the baby's body out. After minutes of panting, Galen gave a final push, earning him a flood of warmth and then momentary silence.

Galen collapsed against the bars of his cage, trembling, exhausted, and covered in sweat. The baby was in his captor's arms, crying loudly, and for a moment, Galen just stared at the small face. He hadn’t expected to feel this overwhelming surge of protectiveness, of love, for the child he had carried and birthed. It was all-consuming, as though it had been building in him for years. Almost like a maternal instinct that kicked in biologically, regardless of his gender.

His master brings over the baby, another little boy, but first gives Galen a hug. Galen’s eyes fluttered closed, and for a brief moment, he allowed himself to feel the strange warmth of his captor’s embrace, knowing, deep down, that this was his life now. There was no escape. Only the love that had been twisted into something more, something he couldn’t quite name, but which felt, in this moment, like home. Covered in sweat, blood, amniotic fluid and milk, and yet this man wanted to embrace him. Isn't that love? Isn't that acceptance in its purist nature?

For better or worse, this was the family they had created. This was the life he had made, and though he knew it was wrong, though he knew his babies would grow up with their daddy in a cage, Galen found himself somewhat content.

#ftm pregnancy #story #trans pregnancy

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watchingspnagain · 1 year ago

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Rewatching It’s a Terrible Life

Welcome to “Sam and Dean are Just Steps on the Bossman’s Ladder: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

Up today, s4e17: It’s a Terrible Life

Dean Smith works a middle-management white-collar job at Sandover Bridge and Iron, and Sam Wesson is a grunt in the IT department there. Sam thinks something about this life is wrong, and when he runs into Dean he could swear they’ve met before. But Dean brushes him off until employees start dying real weird in the company. When Dean witnesses an IT tech stab himself in the throat during a panic attack over filling out a form incorrectly, he accepts that Sam might be on to something. The two work together to research the company and the deaths, eventually realizing the ghost of the company’s founder is compelling workers to kill themselves if they don’t give Sandover their all. Smith and Wesson dispatch the ghost (after finding some helpful tips online from the Ghostfacers), and eventually Dean’s boss reveals that he is actually Zachariah, an angel who arranged this little interlude for Dean to help him remember that he is and always will be a hunter at heart. Dean doesn’t take kindly to this interference from the angels and promises that one day he’ll stab Zachariah in his face.

Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

[and we begin:]

Lor: bounces I love this one

Mace:

it is a good one

he looks so ridiculous in that shirt and tie

Lor:

and I love that this show is like "ep 16: torture, hero almost killed by a demon who tortured him in hell for 30 years. ep 17: alternate universe shenanigans"

mmm. someone should maybe take him out of them

Mace:

they like to mess with us

Lor:

yep

Mace:

LOR.

Lor:

wot?

innocent

Mace:

simmer down

Lor:

NEVER

Mace:

omg this guy plays such a hilarious weirdo on Psych

Lor:

Zachariah?

Mace:

yeah

Lor:

omg Dean Smith. you do not need to lose any weight. eat a cookie

kill a ghost

Mace:

Lor:

LOL Sam's face

Mace:

SAM IN THAT POLO

Lor:

YES

even Dean Smith makes "no homo" jokes when no one else brought that up pets him go to therapy, baby

Mace:

it’s crazy to me that Sam is uncomfortable in this fake life but Dean suspects nothing

YEP

Lor:

DID YOU TRY TURNING IT OFF AND THEN ON

yeah it is WEIRD

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

but it fits with his "I can fit in anywhere thing"

Mace:

hm. I wonder if it’s more “I’m so unhappy in the life my daddy forced me into” thing

Lor:

oh definitely

Mace:

my god he FITS in that shirt

Lor:

YAAAS

he should really stop being work buddies with this asshole

Mace:

(omg I am seriously wearing almost EXACTLY that other dude’s outfit right now)

Lor:

HAAAAHAHAHAHA I LOVE IT

poor Sam doesn't fit in his cubicle

Mace:

graphic t with ratty flannel over

Lor:

it is the BEST outfit

Mace:

oh Sammy, sweets, I’ll nap with you

Lor:

MACE

simmer down

Mace:

I love how he does NOT fit into that cubicle

Lor:

YES

Mace:

Dean’s profile. just DAMN, son

Lor:

YAAAAAS

they made him extra pretty this ep and I love that they bothered

Mace:

he cleans up super nice

Lor:

Dean, you know you have some vampire romance novels under your perfectly made bed

Mace:

SNORK

“you overshare”

HAHAHA

Lor:

the tiny montages of the workplace mundanities

Mace:

YEP

“I hope they spank me” this boy is naughty

Lor:

LOL

look, we've all been where he is. no evil ghost needed

Mace:

Lor:

Mace:

oh GROSS

SHOULDERS

Lor:

YAS

omg Dean's pretty pretty face. his LIPS

Mace:

RIGHT?!

Lor:

omg Sam and Dean are both researching it and asking the same questions on their own. i love it

Mace:

YES

“did you shave?!”

Lor:

lol

"the dash-Rs"

Mace:

“hey, guy”

Lor:

omg his back in those suspenders

Mace:

right?

omg EW

Lor:

RIGHT?

i always forget this one has some serious ew horror moments

poor Dean so shook

Mace:

but not as shook as a normal person, which is kind of awesome

Lor:

the way his voice kinda fails on "neck"

YES

I love the way he just totally took charge with Ian (even though it didn't work)

Mace:

why did he bring his bag?

yeah

Lor:

security laptop. it makes him feel safe

Mace:

emotional support laptop

Lor:

YES

"NOT NATURAL"

Mace:

Lor:

"no that would be nuts" HAAAAAHHAHAHAHA poking fun at their own show history

Mace:

SNORK

Lor:

"some skills I happen to have"

Mace:

okay settle down, Taken

Lor:

I admire from afar

Mace:

Dean’s arms in that shirt

Lor:

HEY. SETTLE DOWN

Mace:

“right?!” BOYS

Lor:

"I am dying to check this out." "Right?" YES

Mace:

SNORK! Look, I’m always like this. It’s weirder when you do it

Lor:

LOLOLOLOL

Fair enough

Mace:

your desire to trot at any given moment is, like, lukewarm

Lor:

at best

Mace:

which is, of course, completely cool - PUN INTENDED - I’m just saying that when you bump it up to hot-trotting, it’s just different

Lor:

LOLOLOL

I get it

Mace:

whereas my trotting enthusiasm always runs at toasty, minimum

Lor:

except for the GIANT BOWL OF APPLES

eat a food, Dean, I beg you

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

LOL toasty trots

DON'T BE A SNOB DEAN SMITH

Mace:

right?!

(also, their NAMES)

Lor:

your daddy raised you better'n that

Mace:

did he, though?

I think you mean Bobby raised him better

Lor:

(YES I am kissing whoever decided to give them OTHER gun names platonically on the head)

Mace:

(HA)

Lor:

Bobby is his dad in the universe, that's what I meant

Mace:

omgomgomg

Lor:

HAAAAHAHAHAHA GHOSTFACERS

"instructional videos"

Mace:

GHOSTFACERS

I forgot they were in here!

Lor:

THIS IS LIKE THE BEST JOKE that they learn how from them who they hate who learned it from them

I LOVE IT kicks feet in glee

Mace:

YESYESYES

Lor:

nrrrrrf Dean's dumb buttondown tucked into his dumb dress slacks

Mace:

YES

“yeah now sucks"

Lor:

his portfolio is in the sewer. poor rich baby

Mace:

Lor:

"useless douchebags the Winchesters"

"possibly all states"

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

and Dean's face at the idea of digging up bodies

Mace:

YES

omg Dean hiding

Lor:

YES

oh man another super gross bit coming

Mace:

UGH

“…what?” SAM

Lor:

YES

eeeeeeeeew

Mace:

EWEWEWEW

poor Bean

Lor:

poor sammy

"take the stairs"

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

aw Dean's little swallow

Mace:

YES

Lor:

"I have no idea"

Mace:

oh boys

Lor:

hey! stop throwing my Dean around into things!

ooo the teamwork

Mace:

YES

Lor:

I love that Sam immediately clocks that the way to help Dean is not to help him but to dispatch the ghost

Mace:

YES

so smart

“that was amazing!”

Lor:

HE HAS A FIRST AID KIT IN HIS OFFICE

pets him

Mace:

yeah

“how would we live?”

HEALTH INSURANCE

Lor:

"you don't wanna go fighting ghosts without any health insurance" I LOVE HIM

YES

Mace:

I LOVE that Sam instinctively knows who he is

HE WENT TO STANFORD

Lor:

YES

RIGHT?!

And his family is Bobby, Ellen, and Jo

Mace:

well, Bobby at least

“you don’t know me, pal” ooof

Lor:

"you should go" sigh

YAS SAM

Mace:

YAS SAMMY DO IT

Lor:

GOD HIS ARMS

Mace:

YES

he BENT the poker MY GOD

Lor:

YES

Dean, hold out for your own angel

Mace:

Lor:

gross

Mace:

yeah

Lor:

THE WAY THE COLOR DROPS OUT

Mace:

OMG YES

Lor:

"my GOD am I hungry"

Mace:

HAHAHA YES

Lor:

trots in with a bag of cheeseburgers and fries and pie

Mace:

Lor:

"gross. no thank you"

Mace:

“gross” HAHAHAHA

Lor:

lololol Dean

ass clowns in monkey suits

Mace:

how did they not realize how he would respond to this?

Lor:

his idiolect! I cannot

RIGHT?

Cas coulda told them. No way they ran this by him

Mace:

nope

daddy issues

he’s not wrong there

Lor:

"I will stab you in your face" AND HE DOES

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

his face journey after "fornicate with women" is something else

look, Dean, I'm here to tell you you can hunt and still have the lattes

Mace:

HAHAHA YES

and fuck all of them for doing all this to Sammy too but not bothering to explain

Lor:

RIGHT?

Mace:

and HE’S THE ONE WHO ACTUALLY PASSED THE STUPID TEST

Lor:

like Sam goes from "my brother is beat to hell in a hospital bed" to being mind fucked and then no one bothers to tell him what's up

RIGHT?

Mace:

so mean. he needs comforting.

Lor:

I think we've talked before about how if they'd given Dean a life HE MIGHT ACTUALLY HAVE HAD, like running his own auto shop, restoring cars, with either Cassie or Cas, he would have STAYED THERE FOREVER

Mace:

YEP

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