#or when you're just cranky n hungry

[cheeseknives]

6/10 shirt, not bad but not very charming either

[corrodedcorpses]

Milkshakes

Eddie x reader

Summary: You're being a brat and Eddie puts you in your place in a nice way

Warnings: this is not smut but there are some sexual themes so still 18+!!, reader is a brat, Eddie is a cute dom, light choking, they don't exactly talk about boundaries fully, reader has trouble eating sometimes

Word count: 1.5K

a/n: Idk where this came from but it's completely self indulgent and I've been in a weird mood recently and would love my own personal Eddie to take care of me like this! Hoping this gets me out of my writing slump

Eddie runs his fingers through his messy hair, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips as you stalk past him to the bedroom, slamming the door as you go. You have been in a foul mood since you came over to his trailer. Yesterday you seemed fine, excited even to spend the afternoon with him even, but since you showed up today, just after lunch time, it’s like every little thing he does annoys you. 

You were weird when he hugged you hello, like you couldn’t think of anything worse than his touch, then you complained that he hadn’t been cuddling you enough while you were on the couch together just before. Then he was talking too much about his latest campaign even though you asked about it and then he wasn’t talking enough and it was like he was ignoring you. 

Whatever he did it just got under your skin, he couldn’t win. 

You’ve gotten into these moods before, usually when you want something from him. These moods usually end with you collapsed on the bed, sore and glistening with sweat. Throat and pussy swollen from taking Eddie so well. But he knows this mood is different. 

He leans his forehead against the door you just slammed. Wracking his brain for what to do to get back on your good side. Thinking of all the things you usually like, a lot of them would involve you letting him into the room first… but he does think of one thing, you love going out for milkshakes with him. 

That’s it, he thinks. He’ll take you to your favourite diner and share some milkshakes, maybe even get some food, you could also be cranky if you were hungry and Eddie knows you struggle to eat sometimes. 

Eddie bursts through the door suddenly, excited by his ingenious idea, startling you on the bed momentarily before you plaster the scour back on your face. 

All of Eddie’s excitement seems to vanish as he sees the look on your face, still he pushes through, determined to still have a good afternoon with you.  

“Get your stuff, we’re going,” Eddie says, almost cheerily. 

“What?” you question, unamused. 

“We’re going out,” he reiterates flatly, “get your stuff.” 

“No,” you respond, crossing your arms with a huff. “I’m obviously not in the mood, I’m not going.” 

The action made you look like a spoiled kid. Jesus you could be a brat. 

“Come on, I know you’re not in the mood but can you just trust me?” he was getting frustrated at this point, all afternoon he’d be trying everything just to make you smile, to make you happy and you couldn’t just do this one thing? This one thing he knows would make you at least a little bit happier?

“No, why would I? Your idea is stupid how is going out supposed to make me feel better? You obviously don’t know me at all.” You snap back. 

He shakes his head at you, a mix of a sigh and a laugh leaving his throat. There's no humour behind it. 

“I know you better than you think, princess.” He spits the last word like an insult, it has you seeing red. 

“You don’t know shit Munson. You’ve done nothing but piss me off all day, can you just fuck off?”

Eddie’s not sure what came over him, he was fed up with your attitude, your words reminding him of how much of a brat you would be in other situations, although those were a lot more playful. Still he takes his chances, striding over to you. 

He kneels in front of where you’re sitting, crowding into your space placing his hand gently against your throat. You move away automatically, lying back on the bed as Eddie follows until you’re trapped under him, his fingers giving your throat a light squeeze. You stare into his eyes, usually warm dark orbs now black and hard. 

You’ve seen this look on his face before, just never in this kind of situation. 

“I said,” he tried a again through gritted teeth, “get your stuff.” 

When he’s met with silence he studies your expression. Your mouth is slightly open, your eyes softened and slightly glazed over. You don’t seem alarmed so he continues. He applies more pressure before continuing in a firm tone. 

“I’m getting really sick of this bratty little attitude you’ve had all day and I feel like a milkshake,” he says nonchalantly, “so get your stuff. Now.” 

He keeps his hand on your throat, his eyes darting back and forwarth between yours. You seem to be enjoying this, although you do seem a little surprised. For his peace of mind he has to check, has to make sure he hasn’t crossed a line by taking the dominance he has sometimes used into a more casual setting. 

“Colour?” He asks softly, domineering act faltering slightly. 

“Green,” you breathe in response. Sounding much smaller and submissive than you had wanted. Fully intending to keep up the annoyance that had settled over you all day. 

“Good,” Eddie responds simply, before suddenly standing up again. You feel the loss of his body heat immediately and scurry to grab your things, fulfilling his request before your brain can even comprehend your movements. 

Eddie watches you with a smirk as you slightly stumble around, mind slightly hazy as you gather your things. Once you have your bag slung over your shoulder, you stand up straight in front of him, smoothing out your bottoms as if you’re trying to look presentable for him. 

He grabs his keys and walks outside silently, revelling in the way you follow, hot on his heels. You mentally curse your body for giving in to him so easily. 

Eddie hops in his van as you try to not feel so hurt by him not opening the door for you like he usually does. 

The drive to the diner is quiet, one of Eddie’s tapes playing softly is the only thing cutting through the silence. 

When you arrive you both find a quiet booth, not many people in the diner at this time of the afternoon, the lunch rush having already passed. 

The waitress passes both of you menus but Eddie takes yours from you before you can even spare it a glance. You look at him with a mix of anger, confusion and sadness on your face but he doesn't meet your eyes, he just continues to study his own menu. 

When the waitress comes back over to take your order you’re pleasantly surprised when Eddie proceeds to order most of your favourites from the menu as well as two large milkshakes. 

You continue to sit in silence, Eddie doodling on a napkin while you try to ignore the nagging pain in your stomach. You hadn’t realised just how hungry you were until you knew there was food on the way. You do this sometimes, it’s not like you mean to not eat, sometimes it was just hard to remember to. And you don’t realise how sad and cranky it makes you. 

Your stomach also twists with regret, you feel bad for the way you’ve acted all afternoon, taking all of your weird emotions out on Eddie. And now here he was, taking you to get all of your favourites just to try and make you happy. 

You thankfully don’t have to wallow in self pity for too long before the food arrives. You both thank the waitress before trying your best to not inhale everything in front of you, knowing you'll hurt your stomach if you eat as fast as you want to. 

You’re both about halfway finished when you speak up, guilt and silence becoming unbearable. 

“Eds?” You mumble quietly. 

He looks up at you, finally, with an unreadable expression on his face as he pops another fry into his mouth. 

“I’m sorry,” you say sincerely. 

He sighs, a small smile creeping onto his face. “S’okay sweetheart, you feeling better?” He asks in a tiny teasing tone. 

You nod, blushing. 

You take another bite before asking “hey, how did you know I was hungry? I didn’t say anything.” 

“Well, you were a brat, acting cranky all fucking afternoon,”  he says matter of factly “and you only do that when you’re hungry… or when you wanna fuck.” He adds the last part with a wicked smirk. 

You roll your eyes at him with a smile on your face, but you know he’s right. 

“Next time though, just tell me yeah? You know I love taking care of my girl.” 

You lean forward across the table, looking up at him through your lashes. 

“Oh yeah, well I can think of a couple other ways you can take care of your girl.” 

Eddie leans towards you too, “hmmm you’re pushing your luck a bit there babe.” But his tone isn’t serious. 

You continue to stare at him with a smirk on your face, you know you have him. 

“Tell ya what,” he continues, leaning back, “be a good girl and finish all of this and I’ll think about fucking you silly in the back of my van, hmm?” 

You quickly pop a couple of fries in your mouth, earning a chuckle from Eddie. “Okay, master,” you say through a mouthful of food and a cheeky smile on your face. 

Tagging a couple mutuals: @andvys @wroteclassicaly @pxrxcxa @usedtobecooler @eddiemunsonfuxks @parkermunson @translatemunson @hammity-hammer @littledemondani @prettyboyeddiemunson

[beautouslysandy]

what that figure eight living/ chapter two, the pool side and rafe’s secret

by- sandy

f!reader x platonic!rafe cameron and topper thornton

word count: 1,037 words

warnings: mention of cocaine, swearing, broken nose scene, lowercase intended, might have grammatical errors

a/n 💌: this one is sorta short so i will try to get chapter three out soon! i am so happy to be back writing again!

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soon enough rafe punched the random guy who cursed at you, he lost control. “rafe!” you say trying to pull the blond off the guy

he looks back at you to see, you, wide eyes filled with fear. rafe as he was not paying attention gets hooked in the face, knocking him out.

you stare at the guy who had just knocked your best friend out, dropping down to make sure rafe is okay. soon topper appears and starts beating up the guy, you don’t bother as you know there is nothing you can do no matter what you say. you try and wake rafe when you see his nose is bloody and in a broken condition.

"rafe, wake up!" you say your voice shaking slightly

you look at topper who was still beating the shit out of the guy and sigh looking back at rafe.

"rafe wake the fuck up!" you whisper harshly

rafe groans "shut the fuck up." he teases smirking that smirk.

"finally the sleeping beauty wakes up." topper groans looking at rafe with a black eye.

rafe looks at him then the guy topper beat the shit out of "not gonna ask."

(timeskip to after rafe's broken nose gets fixed up)

at the cameron's house you, topper, and rafe were relaxing by the pool. sarah and her pogue friends walk by, and you see the blond boy of the group checking you out in your in an orange bikini. topper starts to play some music from his JBL speaker.

"too fucking loud man. turn that shit down" rafe says harshly as he takes a sip of his whiskey

"maybe if you weren't pounding the drinks while having a hangover, you wouldn't be so bothered by noise," you say sassily, you open up a magazine and pretend to read it. in reality you were hiding from the intense glare you knew Rafe was giving you right then and there.

"shut it, princess." rafe said coldly and he took another sip of his whiskey

"dont call me that." you say and topper laughs at something on his phone.

you look over to see topper cracking up over some tiktok on his phone. you laugh slightly at the familiar sight.

"you good top?" you ask with an amused grin

topper nods his head, still laughing. it was quite amusing to see him losing it over just a tiktok.

"shut it, topper. your killing my head." rafe groans as he puts on his ray band sunglasses

topper looks at rafe "stop killing the vibe man, just because you're not taking care of yourself doesn't mean you get to dump your shit all over us."

you laugh under your breath. rafe glares at the two of you and mumbles something incoherently under his breath.

“what did you say?” topper ask, smirking as he takes a big sip of his beer

“nothing.” rafe says harshly, he gets up from his chair and walks into the cameron’s estate.

“somebody is cranky” you say as you sip your lemonade

“honestly. he is so pissed off recently, it’s getting on my nerves” topper says sighing and leaning back into his chair

“it will pass, it always does.” you say sighing as you take in the sun rays

“yeah yeah” topper mumbles

————————( at the country clubs)———————————

you and topper had been dragged to the country club by your “lovely” parents. rafe had gotten out of it somehow. you were in a simple sundress with sandals/sandal heels/sneakers and the family heirloom necklace you always wore.

you smelled a bit like chlorine and dior perfume. your hair wavy from the water in the pool. you and topper were sitting at a table with your families.

“psst. are you getting pasta or steak?” topper whispers to you. his mom was still mad about the last dinner we had here.

you giggled quietly, and said “i think i might get an appetizer, i am not that hungry. we ate lunch two hours ago.”

topper nods and goes back to looking at the menu.

the country club was to say the least uneventful. you and topper were wiped out from spending the day in the pool and sun.

you returned home and when you entered your room with topper, he was hanging out for a bit, you saw rafe…snorting cocaine.

“what the hell…” you and topper both say slowly

rafe looks at you both, he is definitely high. rafe gets up quickly and stands in front of your desk, where the cocaine lays.

“i can explain, i swear..i…i can explain” rafe says his voice cracking slightly, his gorgeous blue-green eyes were wide with surprise.

“what the hell, man!” topper says loudly, he pushes rafe out of the way and throws the cocaine in your trash can.

“what the fuck, man! that’s a new roll!” rafe shouts

you are froze in the doorway, still. this felt all to real to be true. “get out rafe.” you say, your voice breaking.

‘no way in hell my best friend is an addict’ is all you can think in this moment. repeatedly.

“what.” rafe says almost angrily, he gets in your face and says harshly and slowly “what did you just say to me.” topper pushes rafe off me, “get out rafe. now. you need to chill out man.” topper says

we had never seen rafe so…unhinged. and all because of that shit he is taking.

rafe stomps out of your bedroom, slamming the door. then you hear him slam the front door to your families home.

“you good?” topper asks

“fine. i am gonna head to bed, do you think you could take the trash out?” you ask smiling softly, it was fake but you didn’t want to worry topper. he has enough to deal with because you knew he was going to go find rafe and talk to him.

topper just nods and takes your trash bag. he heads out closing your bedroom door behind him. you crawl into bed, you feel exhausted. you don’t even change or do your normal nighttime routine. you feel sore everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

‘how did i not know..’ is what crosses your mind before you drift off to sleep

[medicinal-doll]

Sugar Rush.

Daddy!Syverson x little!reader

Summary:You're feeling sleepy and exhausted from the throbbing between your legs but don't worry Sy will make sure you get your fill

Warnings: slight dubious consent, overstimulation,daddy kink,brattiness,mean Sy,degrading,p in v sex,ddlg themes,cursing,graphic depictions of sex/fluids,pet names,teasing,choking

A/N Thinking about writing more fluffy ddlg things

*Please don't repost without permission If you use my writing as inspiration please ask first and credit me

.........

You were feeling extra small today, Sy knows this.

And whenever he's around you hide your baby cunt away from him. which means you're also in heat. you're a cranky little thing when your cunny is all sensitive and swelled.

You use your grumpy demeanor to hide the fact that you just want to be pounded deep inside your womb.

"Hey sweetie" Sy enters the room with your favorite sippy juice and some apple slices. you look at him with a disgruntled pout and bury your self further into the sushi roll you've made for yourself. you feel the bed dip as Sy sits beside you making it increasingly difficult to ignore the throbbing between your legs. you're cranky from the lack of sleep so you don't feel like the exertion of sex which makes you sexually frustrated, which also makes you cranky.

Tired and horny is what Sy can assess from your behavior.

Things would all be okay if you just let him take care of you but your heat also makes you stubborn.

"C'mon darlin" he coos in that southern drawl that makes you drip for him.

"Eat up honeybun you need your strength"

Well you are hungry...

Meekly you uncover yourself making sure to avoid the captains analyzing glare.

He sets the tray in front of you watching as you take baby bites of the apples and sip lightly at the juice.

You manage to down half of the snack too exhausted to finish the rest.

When you're done you try to retreat back into your blanket roll but Sy is quick to stop you.

"Oh no you don't sugar" Sy scoops you into his big lap setting the tray on the dresser as you try to struggle out of his grip, but the blanket wrapped around you makes it difficult.

"Whats wrong sugarbutt hm?"

You can smell him.

You can't think straight all because you can smell him.

Light teakwood mixed with his natural musk.

The cool spearmint on his breathe.

It's driving you crazy, you bury your head in the blanket trying to get a hold of yourself.

Sy's hold on you tightens as he starts to bounce you in his lap.

"C'mon baby bun look at me"

Sy speaks in a gentle tone encouragingly.

"Oh angel you can't look at your daddy,

Not even a little peak?"

You blush scarlet hiding yourself further from his influence.

"Pretty please baby..pretty please with sugar on top"

"Let me see those little baby doll eyes of yours" he says voice deepening drastically.

You feel his beard brush against your ear along with his sultry voice. you can't take it anymore

Tired or not you need him in you.

Sy starts to coax you again but pauses in his tracks as you lightly start to hump against him.

"Daddy..." You whimper as you brush your damp petals against the blanket barrier between you and sy's meaty cock.

You salivate just thinking about it. So fat and girthy, so good and it's yours.

He's all yours.

"Aw my little girl needs her daddy doesn't she"

Your pussy feels tingly as the condition of the fire in your loins is only spurred on by Sy's comments.

You nod still refusing to look into his siren like eyes.

"It just aches and aches doesn't it baby..." he whispers lowly

Sy rubs a soothing hand up and down your back as your humps become more aggressive.

They soon start to get uneven and your breath becomes scattered. This makes Sy grab your hips holding you still.

"Daddy!" You chastise lifting your head from the blanket with an angry pout dawning your expression.

"Did I say you could cum sugar?"

Now you just look guilty.

"N-no but-"

In an instant his lips are on yours. you moan into the kiss the softness of his plush pink lips putting you in a trance. you open your mouth practically begging for his tongue to be shoved down your throat, and Sy is happy to oblige. hot and heavy his tounge slivers down your throat. As you try to keep up with his you feel him peel the blanket from your form. Sy rubbing his big hands all over your warm ass, massaging it with his cold ones. you moan into the kiss loving how rough he's squeezing your ass. you whimper into the kiss when he starts smacking it aggressively your eyes roll back into your head. you pull away with your face flushed and pussy drenched "Please daddy fuck me" you plead

"Please fuck your pussy Sy I can't take it anymore"

Sy looks at you blankly deciding if he wants to make his girl suffer just a little bit longer.

"Papa please" you pout at him rubbing your hands up and down his chest.

Sy kisses you on the lips sweetly.

"Get my cock out baby" he smiles

You immediately go to fumble with the button and zipper on his cargo shorts. Sy chuckling at you being so sexually frustrated you can't get it open.

"Here honey" Sy undoes his button and zipper for you then lays back with his hands resting comfortably above his head.

You look lost on what you should do next. Sy knows you forget how to have sex when you get extra tiny.

Sy grabs your hip with one hand then pulls out his dick with the other.

"Daddy!"

You yelp in a high pitched tone as sy connects you both in one motion like a puzzle piece.

You moan lightly from his girth stretching you out shuddering everytime you move slightly as he fills you to the brim his cock already threatening to reduce you to a mess

"Move sweetie" Sy snaps you out of your daze

You gulp and swallow nervously as he eyes you coldy

You work up enough courage to bounce on his cock lighlty trying to maintain some sense of grace and composure

Sy's brows furrow in disappointment, if you didn't know him you'd think he looked kind of pissed. a strong calloused hand takes a rough hold of your neck. you squeak out at the pressure of his grip. Sy leans up bringing your face in direct contact with his ear groaning lowly as he speaks "when I tell you to ride me baby you fucking ride that cock till you pass out you understand me?

" I don't want those poor ass little baby bounces I want you to lose your fucking mind on it

" Now are you gonna be my good little pornstar or are you such a baby you can't even manage that

"No Sir! Daddy I can do it I promise please-"

"Show me" Sy commands, his rough glare making you melt under his watch and something tells you he has no intention of letting go of your neck.

"N'you look at me when you do it okay sugar"

"Yes daddy" you say ever so eager to please him.

......

You start your pace again roughly, it already being too much for your sensitive body to take.

Daddy!

You scream out as you can feel sy's cock pounding deep against your spot

Your eyes roll back as you grip the captians shirt for dear life

Your hips automatically snapping against him

You pussy clenching involuntarily as your juices drip onto the captains balls

"That's right sweetie fucking milk me" Sy encourages, loving how you tighten around him just from the sound of his voice

"I know you want my baby batter baby don't fight it"

He kisses you gently with a tinge of roughness

"Don't fight it"

Sy! You whine as your eyes water from him fucking into you so good the stimulation driving you over the edge

"Daddy please! I can't take anymore!!"

Your thrusts get sloppy and uneven as you near your 3rd orgasm

You feel yourself getting fuzzy and losing control of your body

"Did I say you were fucking done little girl"

Sy's threatening expression snapping you out of your daze

"No I-"

"Then keep going "

Sy leaves no room for argument

You whine thinking you'll break if you have to take another inch of his dick

You go to get off but Sy immediately grabs you turning you into the reverse cowgirl position only he's forcefully holding your hands tightly around your back

"Sy no!" You yell at him fearfully

Feel him grab your hip with his other hand sinking you lower till your flush against his balls

Your body already threatening to spasm again

"Daddy no I can't take anymore dick please!!"

"You're gonna be a good little girl for me and take your daddy's cock...I'll make sure of it"

Sy says sinisterly as he starts kissing your hands

"Bounce" he commands but you start to throw a tantrum again shaking your head No at the threat of even more overstimulation to your trembling pussy

"No....Ah!!"

Sy tugs you harshly by your arms while delivering a particularly devilsh slap onto you ass

"I don't like repeating myself darlin"

You sniffle lightly hating how part of you is shaking in fear while the other part aches in lust

and don't think your increased wetness or the fact that you've been clenching on his cock during your whole defiant outburst went unnoticed

you both know at the end of the day you're sy's little cock whore

you love it when he uses you till you break

you crave no you need it, you need sy to drive you over the edge

You start to rock your hips back and forth tears still staining that perfect little angel face of yours but your mouth chokes out whorish moans as your tongue hangs out like a puppy in heat

Daddy!....Daddy you choke out strangles cries to your owner

Sy watches you, in awe at his perfect little creation

He lets go looking on as you ruin yourself on him all at your own volition

You hear a faint deep groan as you ride your sir

But are only alerted when you feel white ropes of hot cum shoot into your walls

You whimper at the sensation but your hips still don't stop moving themselves on top of him

Sy let's you go for a little while longer before sitting up to bundle you in his arms

"That's enough sugar" Sy says in a soothing tone

He wraps his arms around you comfortingly

Smiling internally when he feels you still bouncing

He chuckles deeply

"C'mon now honey that's enough "

Sy holds your legs firmly to him stopping you from moving any further

He pretends not to hear the upset grunt

Sy holds you close to him as he lays down pulling the covers over you both

You whine as you feel some of the cum escape from where you're both connected, but Sy shushes you with sweet tender kisses as you both settle your heart rates

Sleep takes ahold of you both

You drift off contently as Sy is buried in you to the hilt

You both can sense you're far from done, you're just saving your energy

When the two of you awake, you'll start on eachother all over again.

[afyrian]

no. 6 - breakfast convos masterlist

    the mess hall is filled with tired and cranky campers. the first night wasn't how you expected it to go. many of them weren't prepared for the terrible mattresses that every camp seems to have and the amount of bugs that made their way through the door cracks. and now, standing in the mess hall, you sigh, letting your cabin go ahead of you. 

  the breakfast looks absolutely delicious, however, most of the cabins had already gone through the food. even atsumu's cabin seemed to have made their way through before your's. with how often he slept in.. you lightly shake your head, trying to remind yourself that this camp isn't about him. it's about camaraderie and having fun. 

  although, no breakfast but seaweed and steamed rice isn't the most fun. and while you could make something out of it, there isn't much rice to work with. you look around the room, biting your lip, watching as your friends try to wave you over. 

  "sorry about the lack of food, some people seemed to grab more than the usual amount," osamu catches you standing in front of the food without anything on your plate, "here, why don't you come to the back and we can figure something out. someone's bringing fresh food soon, but your first activity will have started."

  you take in a slow breath, nodding your head, "what would i do without you osamu?"

  "probably go hungry," he shrugs, a smile rising on his face. 

  the two of you make your way to the kitchen, scouring the freezers and fridges for something to hold you over. luckily there seemed to be a couple eggs left and some pickled vegetables. of course it isn't a full meal, and you'd probably need an emergency snack, but it's something. "i know this isn't exactly the best first breakfast under my control, but i'll make it up to you."

  "thanks osamu, i do remember your cooking being fantastic back when you'd sneak stuff in the middle of the night," you lean against a nearby counter, crossing your arms over your chest as he cracks the eggs into a pan.

  he looks back at you, eyebrows raised, "really? i thought it sucked, i mean half the time it was just fish and some rice with like no seasoning."

  "it was better than what's-his-face's-name's cooking.. i mean that guy really didn't know cuisine like you do," you give him a small smile, remembering that you two would have some fun together when atsumu wasn't there acting like a prick half of the time, "so, you own a restaurant now, right?"

  "yeah, it's being manned by my second in command, i'm pretty proud of it. it's called onigiri miya, if you're ever nearby you should come and check it out," osamu finishes the eggs rather quickly, setting them into a plate and grabbing some of the pickled vegetables out of the jar.

  before you can agree to the slight invitation, atsumu barges into the kitchen, holding his tray in front of him. it still has some food on it and his hair is a little frizzled from having woken up recently. your gaze flickers between him and his twin, hoping that you could possibly sneak out without having to intervene. 

  "'samu!" he looks over at you, instantly repositioning himself some so he doesn't look so awkward, "y/n... right? sorry about the food, my fifteen year olds were really hungry after the terrible sleep. i saw you guys come back here and i had some rice left if you want it."

  you swallow the saliva in your mouth, pursing your lips. not that it doesn't seem like a kind gesture, it's just that you can tell he ate it with a mix of ingredients. "thanks.. but if you ate it with tonjiru, i can't have it," you grab the tray that osamu had put your food on, looking away from atsumu as soon as the tense grows too thick for your liking.

  "oh okay- uh yeah understandable.. okay, hope you enjoy that then," atsumu closes his eyes for a moment, seemingly pondering his life choices and the very awkward situation he has put you all in. 

  "thanks, atsumu," you walk out of the room quicker than you would've ever attempted with food in your hand.

  the tension had grown so thick you could cut it with a knife, and truthfully you didn't want anymore part in whatever conversation the two were going to have. however, osamu wasn’t so lucky in escaping the conversation that atsumu soon subjects him to. 

  "dude, you got to tell me what you guys talked about! did she remember me? it seemed like she didn't, but you guys looked cozy back here," atsumu sets down his tray, immediately bombarding osamu with his questions.

  "first of all, it was a private conversation between two people who used to be friendly at camp. secondly, it was mostly about my cooking and my restaurant. no cozying up or anything, it was a conversation and cooking. why do you care anyways?"

  truth be told, atsumu didn't quite know why he cared, besides the want to apologize. he did always think you were quite nice despite all of his antics. however, he knew that without a doubt, that that’s the only thing he wanted to know. most definitely… for sure.. the only thing.

taglist (open): @lemurzsquad, @froyaoya, @localgaytrainwreck a/n: this chapter feels so incoherent to me so i hope it comes across alright!!

[midnightstar-90]

Nothing Like The Present

(Not My Art. This belongs to @shuploc)

Miguel O'Hara x GN! Spider-Person! Reader

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Summary: Miguel and his Spider-girlfriend or boyfriend (However you get down) taking a nice little jog around the neighborhood. A woman jogs past with her baby in its stroller, and Miguel can't help but admire his significant other admiring the baby, making plans, in his head, for the future.

Warnings: FLUFF, Soft! Miguel, Small Mentions of Sex (Nothing too crazy) Slight angst

A/N: Wow! So, I wrote this as soon as I found the inspiration from @shuploc's Miguel O'Hara Fanart just so it wouldn't leave me. You should really check them out. Anyways, it's short, but I promise it's very fluffy, Soft! Miguel fic.

Words: 2.8K Words

Getting Miguel O'Hara to leave the Spider Society, for just a few hours, was a challenge. You admired his dedication to wanting to save literal universes, but with that came stress. And when Miguel was stressed, you were stressed.

You walked into Miguel's office, ready to give him the status report that he had requested. But as soon as you opened the door, you felt a small buzz from your spidey senses. Not even a second later, a book came flying at your head, in which you caught it by the spine of the book.

"It's just me, Miguel," You said, continuing your walk up to the man. This obviously wasn't your first go around with a quick-tempered and annoyingly stressed Miguel. In fact, most of the spider people would ask you to be the one to take things to the man, as he seemed to always be like this.

As you approached the man, you noticed the screens surrounding him. Some screens showed clips of Peter Parker Varients doing different things, while others showed other individuals who just happened to become a spider person. But the closer you got to the man, the more you saw what he was really staring at.

One screen that stuck out the most from the others was the screen of you laying limp in an alleyway puddle. You glanced at it with a sad look before leaning over to turn off the screen.

"Hey, I-"

Miguel quickly turned around to face you with a mean glare. The look didn't last long before his eyes met yours. His eyebrows unfurrowed, and his lips shifted from an angry sneer to a soft frown. you look up at the man with a sad smile.

"I think you need a break," you said, sincerely.

Miguel had been watching all the spider verses, looking for any anomalies that may alter the multiverse, but every time he did that, he would always come across some variant of me dying. And every time, I had to force him away from it. He would watch the clip for hours, studying it, hoping to find some sort of loophole. But Miguel knew that he couldn't alter a canon event. It's what made it a canon event.

Miguel looked down at you and sighed. He shook his head as he said, "Y/N, you know I can't. What if another anomaly-"

"Appears?" You cut him off with a knowing tone. Miguel's frown is replaced with a glare, almost as if he were annoyed, which he most likely was. It was the same exact situation every time. He would get too absorbed in trying to find anomalies, and when you told him to take a step back, he would give you an excuse as to why taking a step back wasn't a good idea. But you knew the man better than he knew himself, so you knew the signs of a cranky Miguel.

"Lyla is perfectly capable of watching over the spider verse for a couple of hours. Come on. It's not like I'm telling you to give up on the spider society, I'm just telling you to take a break and relax. You're overworking yourself, my love."

Your hands grip the man's forearms as you give the man a pleading look. He looks away, attempting to not give in to your alluring tactics. But as soon as he goes to see if you've stopped, he's instantly trapped, forcing himself not to give it. He felt like a fly in a spiderweb, begging to get out before losing everything to the hungry spider.

"Fine," he sighed, giving in to your powerful gaze. You laugh, clapping your hands, like a kid who just got what they wanted, before dragging the man out of the office and out of the Spider Society.

You and Miguel left for your apartment, after telling Jessica to look after the Spider Society and the Spider people within it. Jessica was the only one that both you and Miguel trusted with something so sacred to the large, intimidating man.

As you opened the apartment door, Miguel stood behind you with a pout. His posture stood slightly hunched with his head facing the ceiling. With a loud groan, Miguel said, "Why are we here. I'm not even tired."

You rolled your eyes at Miguel's childish behavior before responding with, "We're not here to nap. I was thinking we get all that stress out with a bit of exercise. Maybe a run. And then maybe we can get lunch before coming back here."

Miguel whined once more, following you into the small apartment. The two of you stood in the living room, in front of the door, looking at each other. Miguel clearly had the looks of someone who didn't want to be here, but you didn't care.

Instead, you left the man in the living room, to get to your room. You walked over to your dresser, pulling out the top left drawer, revealing some clothes that Miguel had left at yours, over time. Quickly shutting the drawer, you walk back to the living room. You found Miguel just standing there, staring into space, and without warning, you chucked the clothes at the man, causing him to stumble, and almost drop them.

As soon as Miguel went to open his mouth, you were quick to cut him off. "No questions. Just put those on," You barked closing your bedroom door.

Miguel looked down at the clothes in his hand, catching a whiff of something strangely familiar. A sly smirk appeared on his face as he began to calmly approach your door. He slowly opened the door. His eyes came in contact with your shirtless figure. Your body was well toned from being a part of the spider society. You weren't as bulky as Miguel, but you could tell that the muscles in your upper body were very strong.

You feel Miguel's presence behind you, and you quickly turn around with a loud "Hey!", covering your upper body (This can go both ways, can't it?). Miguel let out a soft laugh, "Nothing I haven't seen before, mi corazón." You scoff making the man laugh harder.

There was a slight pause between the two of you. Miguel's stare never left you, and neither did yours on him. He slowly approached you while lifting his sweatshirt up to his nose. He smelled it, closing his eyes as if he was smelling the most beautiful thing on earth. He let out a blissful sigh before opening his eyes once more. His eyes landed on your eyes, which shared a confused, weirded-out expression from watching the strange interaction in front of you.

The sly smirk was still on his face as he asked seductively, "Have you been wearing my clothes?" You look away from the man in front of you with blood rushing to your cheeks. Miguel saw the red tint, and smiled, knowing he got to you.

With his finger, he guided your head to face his once more. You wore a shy smile, as you hesitantly looked into his eyes. "Don't be embarrassed. I think you'd look adorable in my clothes." His voice was low, and suddenly you felt your knees start to buckle under you. Miguel's arms wrapped around your waist pulling you against his chest. His face was only centimeters away from yours, and it seemed like he was leaning closer to kiss you, but you were proven wrong when he pulled his face away from yours with a mischievous grin.

Miguel laughed, making you angrily glare at the man. You smacked his chest hard, mumbling a small, "You're such a tease," under your breath. "Just get ready," you order. Miguel does as you say, but not without giving you the occasional glance as you dressed away from him.

'I refuse to let anything happen to them,' Miguel thinks to himself, slipping on his running shorts. He watches you pull on a pair of your black jogger sweatpants, doing a slight bounce to help pull them around your waist. The joggers are baggy around your legs, but the waist area perfectly shows off your curves. Miguel just wanted to walk up behind you, so he could hold you and never let go. But he was quickly pulled out of his trans as you turned around, with everything already on.

You were now dressed in a heather grey thermal hoodie with neon mesh along the sleeve. You were looking down at your fitness band that you had gladly replaced your dimensional watch with. You looked up at Miguel, seeing that he was staring at you, and you gave him a smile. Miguel smiled back.

"It's a little breezy today. If you want to run shirtless, be my guess, but don't come crying when you catch a cold," You say smugly. Miguel scoffs, still carrying that smile that you loved to see before slipping on the hoodie that you gave him.

You grab his hand. "Come on. Let's go," You say, pulling the man out of your apartment.

Down the street from your apartment, there was a community park that everyone in your neighborhood loved to visit. It had something for everyone. Parks and water pads for the children, three different trails around the park, and even a small dog park that hosted both small and large dogs.

"This place is beautiful," Miguel spoke, almost speechless. His mouth opened, only slightly agape. He looked around at the park and marveled at the sight. "Life is much different when you extract yourself from those screens you surround yourself with."

Miguel looks down at you with a scoff. "You think you're so funny," he glares, making you laugh. Your smile beaming brighter than the sun. "Okay," he nods, looking away with a hurt frown.

Your smile flattens out into a straight line as you look at him with a heightened eyebrow. "Come on. Miguel O'Hara is hurt by a little joke?" You say in a teasing tone. Miguel doesn't move.

"Come on, baby. You know I was joking."

You hug Miguel, tightening your hold around his arms. You stay there for a few seconds, not getting any type of response from the larger man before pulling out of the hug. You look up at Miguel seeing the playful glint in his eyes as a smile slowly appears. "Race ya," Miguel shouted. Before you could even reply, Miguel darted off, leaving you confused.

By the time you realized what was happening, Miguel was already on one of the many trails surrounding the park. You let out a loud groan, calling his name as you run after him.

You eventually caught up with the man. Miguel turned to look at you as you ran beside him, slightly out of breath, and chuckled. “Glad you could make it,” he joked, matching his speed to yours.

You gave Miguel a fake laugh, flipping him off in the process. “I can't believe you left me,” you said, trying to focus on your breathing as you talked.

“You wanted me to get away from the spider society. Away from all those screens. It’s not my fault that you chose something I’m clearly better than you at,” he laughed.

You gave Miguel an “Oh, really?” look and said, “Okay, Mr. Big Man. Let’s race. First one to that pole, up there, wins. If you win, you can go back to your dark office and wait for an anomaly to appear, with no human interactions or interruptions. If I win, you have to stay here with me, all night,” you bet, extending the ‘L’ in “all”.

“Okay. You’re on,” Miguel agreed.

“On 3. 1… 2. 3,” You said quickly before running off, just as Miguel had done to you earlier. Miguel heard the sound of your laugh from where you left him. He laughed himself before chasing after you.

In all honesty, Miguel was enjoying himself. He didn't want to go back to the Spider Society, not at this current moment. He wanted to stay here and have fun for just a little longer. Just seeing the smile on your face as you two ran freely through a park made Miguel feel something that he hadn't felt in a long time.

Happiness.

The stress from the job of being Spiderman 2099 had left Miguel entirely as he sped up his movement, getting closer to you. You looked behind you, seeing Miguel catching up to you. A scream left your lips, causing the people around you to turn their heads toward you.

Your legs ran faster, hoping to get away from your boyfriend, but when you turned around, you realized that you were on the verge of running into a woman with a stroller. Your eyes went wide as you came to a screeching halt, almost tripping in the process.

The woman looked over at you confused. Your face was beaming red from all the running you had just experienced, and your heart was racing, leaving you with heavy breathing. The woman stopped walking, asking you if you were okay, to which you responded with, "No. No. I'm... good. I was just... racing my boyfriend. I was winning until... I accidentally almost bumped into you. I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry. I was in the middle of the walkway. I should have known better, especially with this little one," the woman spoke, giving you a smile. You looked down at the baby in the stroller. It was a baby boy, and from the looks of it, he got most of his mother's features, which wasn't a bad thing. His mother was beautiful.

It made you wonder what it would be like if you and Miguel were to have a baby. Would they look like you or Miguel? Who's personality would they share? Would Miguel's obsession with the Spider Society, and keeping the universe safe, still be, or would he take more time to be a part of his family? Those and a hundred more questions ran through your head, all at once as you looked at the woman's baby.

Miguel saw the interaction between you and the woman. He saw you almost run into her, and he saw how you looked at the woman's baby. He's seen that look many times when Peter brought Mayday around, and that usually ended with you and him watching the Parker child.

Before, it made him sad that he couldn't give you what you wanted until his mission was complete. He couldn't risk losing you or the child that you both decided to have from something that he could have prevented. But being with you today made him realize that he was missing out on so much.

He realized that being spider people wasn't the only thing that made the two of you happy. There were plenty of things that Miguel was still learning, that made you happy. And now, he was fully prepared to give that to you. He was still going to fight hard to protect you, but spending time with you felt as if the today had awakened him to a bright future.

You and the woman finished up your conversation, sending each other quick goodbyes, before the woman started walking once more. She pushed the stroller to the side of the walkway, giving joggers or people moving quicker than her, space to go around her.

Miguel watched you as your head shifted from the woman to Miguel. You caught sight of the cheesy grin that he was wearing, replicating it, and moving closer to the man. Pulling yourself into the man, you let out a sigh and said, "Oh, I love babies."

Miguel laughed, adding a small "I know" as he held you in his arms.

"I hope one day we can start a family."

"Yeah? I could see a future with me, you, and a whole bunch of little spiders roaming around the place," Miguel spoke.

You looked up at the man, eyes beaming with happiness. "Really?" You asked him. He nodded, making your smile any bigger.

The two of you stayed in the hug for a few seconds before you removed your head from his chest, and his arms retracted from your waist. Giving your head a light scratch, your smile shifted to a frown. "I know you want to get back to the office. You a can go if you want. I'll probably head back to mine and take a shower and a nap before I go back."

Miguel's eyebrow lifted as he looked at you in confusion. "No," he shook his head. "I don't want to go back. I'll do anything you want to do, as long as I am with you," Miguel told the girl, as she looked up at him with admiring eyes.

"Okay," you beamed.

"Shall we head home, or would you like to finish our race?" You asked, earning a small "whatever you want."

"No. No. You definitely won that one, mi corazón."

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[corneliathegreat]

Stomach's n life presents: ☕ Hungry on the clock!

• ○JN●

• GrrrOOOalll~!

• Jen sighed. Her stomach is still growling. And it was all Cooper's fault. He was pulling on her hair all night, making her wake up late and rush out. She loved her dog to death, but sometimes he can make her so mad.

• GrrrRRRggg...!

• Man, she hates being hungry. (She hates anything that has to with the organ) You feel weird. You get cranky. And your insides makes weird noises. Jen sighed. She could order out, but the thought of something oily for breakfast made her stomach turn.

• Not a pastry either, that would drain her before the day even got started. Maybe, she could head home and make something real quick. French toast would really hit the spot...

• URRRGGG~!

• Shocked, the CEO hugged her middle. It still rumbled, but thankfully, lower this time. She sighed. As much as she did wanna head home, she couldn't. She had a meeting in 20.

• "Dammit..."

• She muttered. Darn her squishy faced pug, making her miss breakfast. It's completely throwing her off. There's always lunch, but... that's a 12. It's 9 now. She has secret stashes of candy, but that would make a terrible breakfast.

• "Ms. Coleman."

• She jumped and turned around. It was just Damian. (Her future successor)

• "Ah, Damian,"

• Jen straightened her self up.

• "I thought I told you to knock."

• He shrugged.

• "Must of forgotten."

• She snickered. Cheeky brat.

• "Anyway, brought some forms you need to sign."

• Of course. A manager can never stay still. As her protege fumbled to get the papers, she was reminded of the emptiness inside her. Her stomach rumbled lowly, bringing back up the subject of breakfast.

• Grrrrr...

• Jen mentally shushed it. It would be SO embarrassing if Damian heard her stomach talking. He'd ask if she was eating enough. Just like her mom! She cleared her throat.

• "Dami-"

• "Did you know Mr. Seal finally got help for his indigestion?"

• Wait? Seal had indigestion? Is that why he used a bunch of his vacation days? He doesn't hate her!? ...Not that she cares or anything.

• "That's interesting."

• She mumbled. Damien beamed.

• "And he treated me to steak yesterday!"

• Annnd the conversation conveniently went to food. Crap.

• "You should been there of been there!"

• "The meat was sooo tender and juicy! And the sides-"

• And, like the foodie he is, he's giving her the run down of his meal yesterday. Of course. Normally, she loves to hear his food rambles, it's help her get work done. But now, it's just angering her stomach. Grumbles riled up inside her, making her worry the sound might escape. If she could just get rid of the boy.

• "And the mac and cheese was absolutely beautiful."

• "It was all cheesy and gooey,"

• Her stomach clenched, grumbling at the thought.

• Rrrrgglll...!

• She shot up from her seat and cleared her throat loudly.

• "Damien,"

• "Can you grab Adam for me?"

• He blinked.

• "Uh, okay."

• He turned on his heels and walked out. The CEO sighed. That was close. Darn her protege and his delicious descriptions of food. Once again, her belly squirmed against her pencil skirt.

• Grrrrglll...rrrrlll~!

• She sighed deeply, as growls filled the room. The moment the meeting is finished, she's getting a croissant sandwich from the gas station. Her stomach's gonna start cramping soon. (And get bubbly)

• GrrRRRrrr~!

• Hopefully, she'll be able to make it through the meeting.

• "So I'm guessing you're crabby cause you're hungry?"

• Adam said, as he walked beside his boss. Jen nodded with a grunt. He chuckled.

• "I told you,"

• "You should just let me dog sit Cooper."

• She scoffs. No way, he wouldn't give him back.

• "Just at night?"

• "No."

• As much as she doesn't wanna admit it, she's super paranoid when it comes to her pug is around other people. They're so many dog snatchers in the world. Who's to say Adam isn't secretly one.

• "Alright, fine. But I have some tips on making your dogs tired."

• She nodded and he opened the door for her. Time for the meeting.

• Rrrrummmblll~!

• Subtlety, she rubbed her stomach. This meeting was going BAD. The moment she walked in, she was hit with the sweet smell of brownies and donuts. Apparently, Bethany made this meeting a mini potluck and everybody brought a baked good. She would've grabbed something, but she didn't want her employees to see her eat....What? It's a rational insecurity.

• Anywho, she settled on a coffee. Little did she know it would make the situation a thousand times worse.

• GrrRRRrrrlll~! Grrrgg...

• It didn't just not quench her hunger. It made her stomach churn and gurgle. Making it known that she digesting the caffeinated beverage. Luckily, Otis (52 year old sales manager) talks pretty loud, so she's in the clear. ...For now.

• "Ms. Coleman."

• She jumped and looked over. It was Bethany.

• "Are you okay?"

• "You look kinda angry."

• Jen cleared her throat.

• "I'm fine, thanks for asking."

• That's one thing people always tell her. 'You look kinda angry' She usually isn't. She just frowns when she's focusing. And right now, she's focusing keeping her darn stomach quiet!

• "Alrighty, Colette. Your turn."

• Otis barked. Jen silently panicked as the pink haired employee walked to the front. You can still hear her, but her voice is still pretty soft.

• Her insides grumbled quietly, reminding her coffee wasn't enough. She can handle it though. It's only 20 minutes left. She'd just has to finally focus on the presentation. Suddenly, she was accosted by the chocolatey aroma of a brownie.

• The CEO twitched and looked around. It was Otis! Dang it, she forgot he likes to heat up chocolate stuff. And he has a stack of 'em... A prolonged growl shook inside her belly, threatening to come out. Her eyes flicked to the clock. 16 minutes left. She can handle it!

• 5 minutes later...

• Jen's guts were rebelling hard. Grumbling ever couple seconds, cramping at different times, and trying to add nausea. Like, what the hell! It's like it's going crazy because it's so little time left. She only had 11 minutes left.

• Suddenly, her stomach churned. The coffee move as well. A bubbly, growl squeezed out.

• GrrrRRR~!

• Her blood ran cold. She could feel it. A big one was coming! She checked her watch. 7 minutes. Come on, Colette! Her insides are gonna blow soon!

• "And finally, I'd like to thank Ms. Coleman,"

• The blonde said, sweetly.

• "For hearing us out and letting use this meeting room."

• Jen's stomach squelched, getting ready to interject.

• Urrrgg...

• She forced a smile. 5 minutes.

• "Does anyone have any have closing statements,"

• PLEASE, no one have any closing statements!

• Rrrrwlll...!

• Almost there!

• "Ms. Coleman?"

• She froze. All eyes were on her. She didn't know what to say. She was so busy with her with her empty bread basket, that she didn't pay attention. She cleared her throat.

• "Um,"

• Her stomach bubbled furiously under the skin. Crap, what was she gonna do?!

• Suddenly, the smoke alarm sounded. Nearly making everyone's ears bleed. The door opened.

• "Everyone clear out!"

• It was Seal! Wait...was there actually any fire? Everyone raced outta the room, including Jen. After it shut off, (cause it was "false" alarm) she felt exhausted. She's tired. She almost had a panic attack. And her ears hurt. A painful grumble emitted from her stomach.

• Grrrglll...!

• "Hungry?"

• She jumped and turned. Oh great, it's her handsome assistant. Seal. She wrapped her arms around her belly.

• "Don't worry, I didn't actually hear anything."

• "Adam told me"

• She covered her face, now feeling super embarrassed.

• ''And before you freak out, he just noticed your mannerism changed."

• "Oh."

• Silence settled in between the two. Ah! She has to say something before her stomach does. She cleared her throat.

• "So what do need, Montgomery?"

• (That's Seal's last name)

• He snickered.

• "To take you out."

• Jen blushed. She must've looked pissed because he changed his tune.

• "Just because you're hungry"

• "It's not a date or anything."

• She cursed in her head. Dang it, why didn't she just say yes? She wouldn't mind if it was a date

• "Okay then."

• She replied, trying to sound nonchalant. Seal smiled and took her hand.

• "I know the perfect steakhouse we can go to."

• Out of nowhere, her stomach snarled loudly.

• GRRRRRRRGGGG~!

• Glllll...!

• Jen quickly hugged her growling midsection.

• "Woah, girl,"

• Seal joked.

• "We're gonna eat soon."

I was originally supposed to post this before the Fall stress outs, but it's here and waiting! This one was fun and I'm glad I added a few other characters. (And Seal.) Hopefully they'll show up again.

(And I don't own these dividers.)

[rayslittlekitten]

Crankypants

“Dad Will” Masterlist

A/N: I'm slowly but surely clearing out my WIP. This is also helping me get back into some sort of creative flow. I'm so grateful for all the positive feedback I've been getting regarding this series and all these snippets into this family's life. Thank you so much for all the love!

Rating: G

Word Count: 848

Pairing: Dad!Will "Ironhead" Miller & Daughter OC (Lucy) & Wife F!reader

Plot: Lucy throws a bit of a fit when she doesn't get what she wants.

Contains: banter, humor, cranky baby, breast feeding

"Ow! Lucy, what are you doing?" Will asks his toddler daughter who is yanking on his beard.

What started as father and daughter having a low key afternoon watching cartoons while she's sitting in his lap and mindlessly rubbing his beard with her small hands suddenly turned into her being fussy and agitated. Those tiny fingers can really get a good grip on his short hairs. Lucy proceeds to pull on it again, bringing his face closer to hers.

"Ow, stop! What is it?" Will follows her lead, mostly to prevent her from causing any more pain.

Lucy babbles as she continues to tug on her father's beard.

"W-what do you want?" Will asks.

She whines and pulls on his beard again. Will then rubs his face against hers and peppers kisses all over her face, but she whines, pushing his face away from hers. Trying to communicate to her father, she sputters and spits as she "talks" to him again. She grabs two little handfuls of hair on his face again, pulling it towards her.

"Ow! Lucy, stop!"

For a toddler, her fine motor skills and strength are pretty strong. He tries to remove her hands from his face.

"I don't know what you want. You want my beard?"

Lucy makes a noise that sounds like a confirmation while reaching for his beard, but starts screaming incoherently when his beard won't come off his face.

"Okay, I think it's naptime for you," Will tells her. "You're getting cranky."

Lucy shrieks and slides out of his grip as Will tries to scoop her up to bring her to her room, but she kicks and fights to get out of his arms.

"My child..." Will sighs deeply, watching her as she squirms and flails her limbs while laying on the couch, wailing so tragically.

"What's going on?" you ask as you walk into the living room.

"She's throwing a fit because I won't give her my beard," Will answers.

You only respond with the most confused look on your face.

"My beard won't come off my face. That's what it seems like she wants. She keeps pulling on it, and throws a tantrum when she can't pull it off of me."

"My silly girl," you laugh.

"I'd like to see you laugh when she yanks on your hair," Will throws back while scrubbing his face to soothe it.

"Oh, trust me, I know how that feels. Isn't that right, Little Miss Grabby Hands?" you coo as you effortlessly scoop Lucy up into your arms. "I think you need a nap."

"How the..." Will vaguely gestures his hands at you.  "She was fighting me when I tried to pick her up."

"Maybe she just wanted her mommy, isn't that right, sweetheart?" you coo at her again while gently caressing the top of her head.

Lucy is still crying and sniffling while laying her head on your chest but she's more calm, especially when her attention is now focused on your shirt. She starts pawing at it, reaching in trying to access your breasts.

"Okay, let's feed you and put you down for a nap," you tell her while rocking her.

"Is it feeding time already?" Will asks.

"It’s a little early but it's fine. She's hungry now it seems."

You sit next to Will on the couch and get Lucy in a comfortable position, cradling her head in the crook of your elbow while lifting your shirt. She's already grabbing at your bra and reaching with an open mouth before you can expose your nipple to her. She immediately latches on as soon as she sees your nipple. She coos and gurgles as the warm milk fills her belly.

"She was just hangry," Will points out.

As he watches Lucy feed, they make eye contact.  He playfully narrows his eyes at her, pointing two fingers at them, then turning them to her. She just continues to nurse while looking at Will dead in the eyes, unaffected by his silent threat.

"Will," you chuckle and roll your eyes. "Are you seriously competing with your own daughter - a baby, right now?"

"Nah," he replies, scrunching his nose.

"Maybe just competing with you," he laughs. "I see your game, Luce. You love daddy until it comes to feeding time. I see how it is."

"You're so silly." You roll your eyes again.

When Lucy is done, you hand her over to Will and clean yourself up.

"Oh, sure. I get burping duty."

"She falls asleep quicker when you're holding her. You know that."

"Yeah, when she doesn't throw it all up."

As if on cue, Lucy lets out a guttural burp right into Will's ear.

"That's not very lady-like," Will tells Lucy and then a giggle escapes from her.

Her fingers begin feeling around his face as her head rests on his broad shoulder. He gently rocks her and she finds the comfort she's been searching for. This time, no grabbing or tugging. Just her stubby little fingers rubbing his beard. He continues to lull her until her hand slips from his face.

[lemonyko0]

Mr. Jeon: Truth

you finally get the answers you were looking for, without knowing you had them all along.

» genre: angst

» wc: 2k

Part 6 | Masterpost

i twirl his curls around my finger as he rustles in his sleep. if you could judge a person based on how they sleep, you would severely misjudge jungkook.

he’s a soft sleeper. he likes to grab and nuzzle and whines when you’re too far. it's all unconscious, of course. but i’d like to believe that's how he really is, and one day i’ll get to see it.

his eyelids flutter open and he barely notices me as he hums. “good morning.”

i softly smile at him, “good morning. breakfast?” he groans and turns away from me, but i lean over him, “i’ll make you something if you tell me what you want.”

he doesn't reply and i figure he fell back asleep. no matter, i rise to my feet and take it upon myself to explore the kitchen.

as expected, most of its healthy stuff and easy meals, but i manage to find a pack of bacon and just enough pancake mix for the both of us.

i’m putting the finishing touches on the pancakes when he walks out of his bedroom, looking unpleasant and cranky, but i figured he wasn't much of a morning person.

“what are you doing?”

i look around me before staring back at him, “making breakfast?”

his brows furrowed, “why?”

“because i was hungry and-”

“you figured you'd just help yourself to whatever i had here?”

i blink at him, aware of the egg shells i was treading on now and i racked my brain for any way out of this or what i had possibly done wrong, “i-i was trying to be nice-”

“it's not.” he speaks curtly. shoving his hands in his pockets and sighing as he rolls his eyes, “i need to get some work done.” i look down at the food then back at him, impatiently waiting for me to do something, anything, but i’m clueless. “y/n, leave.”

i was hurt. the type of hurt that makes your head heavy and tears run dry. the type of hurt that makes your body ache and leaves you drained in every sense of the word. i had never felt this way before.

what i thought was a weekend with no texts or calls turned into a week, then a month, then two. this was when i began to truly be physically ill. i could hardly be in the same room as him, it drove me insane.

i was trapped. he wouldn't talk to me, he simply stopped and shut me out with no explanation, and it wasn't fair.

i tried staying late and sneaking into his room, but he never stayed. it wasn't until teacher meetings came along that i finally had him alone.

i walked into the room alone, and i knew he had anticipated this as soon as he saw my name on the papers. and finally, after months of silence, he spoke to me.

“i’m assuming your parents aren't coming to discuss your lack of progress in my class this semester.”

i stare at him speechlessly, does he find this amusing? is this fun for him? was he getting off on me being miserable? “i wonder why that is.”

i sit in the chair across from his desk with my arms crossed across my chest. he stares back at me, completely stoic. the room was silent. so quiet you could hear the conversations of the parents next door if you really tried, quiet. he cracks a smirk, “so are we just going to sit here until you're done brooding?”

“why are you ignoring me.” i growl. i've never considered myself an angry person, but jungkook always had a way of bringing out parts of me i never knew existed. he doesn't move nor speak. “why are you doing this to me?” nothing, still. “do you think it's amusing? do you think you can just do whatever you want-”

“you told me i could.”

i pause and almost scoff, “this isn't fair.”

he ticks his head amusingly, “what, it's not fair because you're not enjoying it anymore?” he laughs, “you really don't know what's good for you y/n.”

jungkook lifts himself off of his seat and i prepare to argue every point he has, even if it's void and just meaningless words spewing from my mouth. “you're scared.”

he looks at me offended, as if i was stupid for saying such a thing. “we had something good. you let me in, you got scared, you left me.”

he scoffs and shakes his head, “no, i did you a favor.”

“i have never felt worse in my entire life?! how are you possibly doing me a favor.”

“you truly think you're better off with me?”

“yes! of course!”

he stills, exhaling deeply before sinking back into his chair. “then take this as your final lesson from me,” he leans closer and i feel the tears brimming in my eyes, “you are not better off with me.”

i can't comprehend his words. i won't, even if i could. i refuse them. “i-i’ve done everything you've asked.” my eyes dart between the desk and the floor, “what more can i do? w-what did i do wrong?”

he sighs and i know he’s deeply annoyed.

“you're so childish.” he seethes, “y/n, there is nothing real here.” he leans closer, making sure i hear him as precisely as he's speaking, making his intentions clear beyond a shadow of a doubt, “i was using you. you were using me. this is not love, this is not healthy, this is not commitment or romantic. this was two people with something to gain, and i'm calling it off.”

a single tear rolls down my pink cheeks and i can't be bothered to pretend like it didn't. his words are muddled in my brain, had i been wrong the whole time? how much of this had been in my head? had i really constructed this entire thing myself? it's not like he lied to me, right? he never claimed to love me, or wanting to be with me, he was only ever mean and occasionally, nice. i was the one that filled in the blanks on my own account. i was the one that thought they were reading between the lines, when there was nothing to be read. these pages were blank all along, and if i flip it over once more, i'll reach the cover. “so, it's over.”

it’s so quiet, i don't think he even hears. i tug my lip between my teeth and i'm tired. as if i'd ran a marathon, built a house, took an exam, i shoveled myself into a hole of my own ignorance, my own illness, my problems and mine alone. they were never his, he was never going to be my savior like i thought he was, and he never pretended to be.

“y/n,” he says, ive been quiet for so long.

“yeah?” i meet his eyes and they're soft, almost concerned, and slightly apologetic. this confuses me more than anything, why can i read him now? do i finally understand?

“are you alright.” i allow my furrowed brows to relax.

“yeah, i think i am.” he's confused, i can tell by the way his cocky attitude has dissipated and he's left on edge with my new behavior.

i still don't know what he's thinking behind those big brown eyes of his, and i'm all too exhausted to care. with a heavy sigh and an even heavier heart, i grab my bag and rise to my feet. he doesn't speak nor try to stop me in any way as my feet guide me to the other side of the desk where he sits, he doesn't stop me when i put my fingers underneath his chin or when my lips touch his skin. and he doesn't call out to me when i walk away and towards the door.

“i don't blame you, jungkook.” i feel compelled to tell him. “it's what i asked you to do, after all,” i turn to look at him, my hand still on the door handle, “isn't it?”

he nods solemnly, as if he was watching something in front of him and it wasn't reality. “it is.”

i nod, “i was wrong.”

the door closes behind me, and the first step away is heavier than the last, but i make it home nonetheless.

i don't hear his reply from behind the mahogany door, unsure if it would make a difference. “it's not your fault.”

time passes, life goes through phases, and jungkook eventually becomes nothing but a memory i reflect on occasionally. i wonder if what i experienced with him was a precursor, or a glimpse at what was to come in the future. chasing men who give me attention because i know no better. falling into the same habits repetitively, questioning if i knew what was happening at all, all along, or if i've simply been and always will be this naive.

he was the mirror, he was my beginning. on my worse days, he's the one i blame. on my best days, i'm sorry for him.

jungkook was imperfection at its finest. a deeply flawed individual, who looked and seemed completely content and achingly gorgeous. even i wouldn't have known the depths of his personality had he never opened up to me. i find myself wondering what he's doing from time to time, and like all humans, i spare a few minutes at night to search his name, but it's almost always the same.

i figured someone like him doesn't need much of a social media presence, when his presence alone speaks for itself.

i never considered jungkook would be as curious and apologetic as i was, and maybe even more so. enough to be the first to reach out.

i combed my fingers through my wet hair as i sat in front of my dresser when my phone vibrates on the table, muting my tunes and bringing me out of my post-shower trance.

the number is unknown though, so i send it to voicemail.

“is soojun still calling you?” my roommate jokingly says, dramatically falling onto my bed and not her own.

“no, unknown num-” my phone buzzes again with the same number. my brows furrow, “same number again, but it's not in my saved contacts.”

she rises from the bed and takes my spare charger, “this is what i came for, and don't forget, send me your dissertation!”

i laugh and nod at her constant pestering, “yes, yes, soon!”

the call disappears from my screen as yumi leaves my room and i shrug. it rings a third and final time, and i pick it up.

“hello?”

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[buckyismybicycle]

I don't know how terrible this quality will be on Tumblr, but the higher resolution/original can be found on AO3!

Title: swim for the music that saves you Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers Tags: ShrinkyClinks, Social Media AU, WIP/teaser Summary: It all started when he sent a video singing Happy Birthday to his sister, not knowing that she would post it on her social media.

Now, JBuckyBarnes has millions of followers all hearing his story, following his recovery, listening to him sing. Little does he know, he's going to change the life of one follower in particular.

Steve Rogers, chronically ill and spending most of his days inside, has to live vicariously through others. He longs for adventure, trying new things, feeling the sun on his face. A/N: This fic has been sitting in my drafts for some time now... Thanks to @buckybarnesevents: Alternate June-iverse giving me a little kick, I've decided to post an excerpt/the beginning and the rest of it will come in due course.

“Hiya folks… Well, it was, uh.” The brunette on screen pauses and then smiles sadly. “Alright, you know I can’t lie to you. I wanna say it was fine and dandy, but it was honestly rough. That’s why this video’s a bit late, sorry ‘bout that, by the way. It took longer than I thought it would to edit so I honestly kind of gave up.”

He lays his head in a propped up hand, resting against his piano. 

“So, I got home Sunday afternoon and crashed. I don’t even remember getting into bed. Didn’t sleep through the night, of course. I never do. But! That’s just me, my body’s not a fan of the meds. I was feeling crummy — you know when you’re so hungry you’re nauseous but you can’t eat ‘cause you’re nauseous? Anyway, so that for like, six hours. Finally got to sleep when the sun was risin’ but only managed about an hour or so. You lot haven’t heard Brooklyn traffic.”

Steve can’t help but smirk at that because he has, and he is in fact listening to the god-awful Brooklyn traffic outside his window. He could always move his desk away from the window, but he needs some sort of sunlight from time to time.

The YouTube video plays on his phone while he takes a break from work, stretching and wincing as his joints crack.

“So, it’s like, ten in the mornin’ and I decide I’m gonna get something to eat. Nausea won that round, unfortunately, so by three o'clock I am starving. I was cranky for the whole day, and I don’t wanna make cranky videos for you guys. So, that’s enough rambling from me. My brain’s been a little all over the place so I haven’t written anything in ages, but how about a cover of the best of the best? Thanks for sticking around! Hope you like this one.”

Steve watches as Bucky lifts the cover of his piano and stretches the fingers on his prosthetic. Today, it’s the metal titanium one, with its beautiful plate work and a small Hydra Industries logo on the forearm. 

You gotta swim… Swim for your life

Swim for the music that saves you

When you're not so sure you'll survive

You gotta swim… Swim when it hurts

The whole world is watching

You haven't come this far to fall off the earth

The currents will pull you, away from your love

Just keep your head above

I found a tidal wave begging to tear down the dawn

Memories like bullets, they fired at me from a gun

Cracking the armor, yeah

I swim for brighter days, despite of the absence of sun

Choking on salt water, I'm not giving in, I swim

You gotta swim… through nights that won't end

Swim for your families, your lovers, your sisters, and brothers and friends

Steve listens to the beautiful voice fill the empty space of his studio apartment, caught up in the soft yet powerful melody. What really hits him are the words, though. 

Bucky’s life is no secret — except maybe his real first name because there’s no parent on this planet that hates their kid that much. Steve doesn’t know exactly how Bucky had started off, but the channel was a newer discovery for Steve. 

Well, there it is. As always, thanks so much for tuning in! Hope you liked the song, and maybe I’ll see you guys next time with something original, huh? Bye!” 

[aetherblooms]

rank your salads (including trahearne so you're not just flipping the twins like a coin 💕): best to worst driver? most to least likely to forget how to operate a stove on ~2 hours of sleep and almost light the kitchen on fire? best to worst at dancing?

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best to worst driver?

yvette is the ideal driver (: they generally follow the rules but they're also fine with toeing the line. they can also be your getaway driver in the event you need to run from the cops. they make sure everyone has snacks and water on road trips and has hand-selected the best driving tunes.

trahearne is the BORING driver. he follows all traffic laws to the letter. he has no imagination. being behind the wheel is so so scary. too scary. WHY do you keep braking. WHAT is wrong with you. he is the worst getaway driver because he would have a heart attack.

lukas is the worst driver. he driving is like a maniac. its a miracle he still has a license. this guy is speeding like he's outrunning the elder dragons. he is multi-track drifting. the gods are dead and lukas ran them over with his car. he could also be your getaway driver, but you dont want him to.

most to least likely to forget how to operate a stove on ~2 hours of sleep and almost light the kitchen on fire?

this is actually a harder question that i thought.

on one hand, trahearne isn't the best cook and is the most likely to set something on fire on a regular day. BUT in my head he's the best at functioning without sleep (its the insomnia babey!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and will at least make a decent box mac n cheese at 3am

meanwhile the twins are both cranky when they don't get their beauty sleep <3. lukas is only marginally better than yvette at sleep-deprived stove operation bc he wouldn't purposely set things on fire when they annoy him. lukas would start falling asleep cooking scrambled eggs and they get. crispy.

yvette is the worst at cooking with little sleep bc they would just skip the stove altogether and either start cooking food with volatile magic or gnaw on cold salami in the dark. assuming they woke up in the middle of the night hungry, that means they are hangry and will NOT wait around to make a nice meal like they normally do. they are committing affronts to the divinities.

best to worst at dancing?

yvette is the best dancer!!!!!!!! lukas is a very close second, but yvette is more graceful and confident in their body than lukas is. sorry lukas.

lukas is a very good and polite dancer in a ballroom setting. a wonderful lead in a waltz. he is absolute dogshit if you bring him clubbing. he will awkwardly shuffle a few steps. maybe do a little shimmy on a good day. but he would rather die.

trahearne would step on your toes a lot and apologize every time but he's got the spirit!!! he is a distant third when it comes to dancing, but not for lack of trying.

[fail-boy]

hello !!!!!! my message probably wont be as long bc im not feeling very good as of late (also im really hungry n have no energy to make food so im stuck being cranky n tired 😔) but i wanted to still drop by :3333 im playing the resident evil 4 remake right now, im on a professional mode play through !!!! i never do hard mode on games so this is scary and exciting...im very bad at shooting D: also also, i hope you like the playlist i made, im a little nervous bc i get extremely critical of my own music when im knowingly sharing it. my music taste is everywhere >>

i hope you're having a nice time and looking after yourself !!!!!!!!!!! i also hope your gf is doing good too, i hope you're having a nice time :333 !!!!! okok im gna go my brains all mush rn so ill just say nonsense if i keep going, muah muah :3

- 🫀🦷

((p.s., im reading a fic that's rlly nice n it's ray n geoff which is smthn id never read b4, it's really nice n fun (and ray is just like me fr in this fic) !! so that's also fun for me yayyy

hey there sugar! it's so lovely to hear from you <3 im sorry you're not feeling good, if i was there id cook u up a lil snack rn!! i hope you get the energy to eat soon <3

fuck yeah i love resident evil! i haven't played most of the games myself but i love watching people play them a lot!!!! professional mode is very impressive sugar good job!!!!

i absolutely love the playlist cutie there's some real bangers in there, i've been listening to it this morning after my gf went home, it's really good and i'm enjoying it <3 im gonna make a playlist for you if you don't mind! it'll have my current favourites and maybe some special old songs i like :3

im doing good!! im gonna make lunch soon when it's past midday :3 im chilling with my dog rn and my gf just went home!!! she's doing great, she's got a medieval fare today which'll be really exciting. she also sold me her old awesome camera so i can use it for onlyfans n shit :3 you're fucking adorable sugar i wanna kiss your sweet face and cuddle you <3

fuck yeah! i love finding a good fanfic, you should totally send me the link/title if you'd like! :3

thanks for your lovely message sugar it's so nice to hear from you <3 i hope you're doing well and you get to eat something lovely soon <3

[staystraykay]

Chaos and Fun

Ok guys this is a request I have been getting forever now -_-, and I'm finally getting around to it.

Characters: Mikey x Reader (female reader)

Warnings: The usual gang shit, cussing, possible violence.

Author's Note: Here, Rissa! Now stop asking for it. :)

Mikey was by far the most childish person on the planet. From the way he only ate sweets or kid meals to falling asleep in the weirdest places, Manjiro Sano was forever and always a carefree kid at heart. And that's why you loved him.

He wasn't overly mature like Draken or too golden perfect like Mitsuya. He wasn't a condensed ball of aggression and fire like Baji or quiet and suspicious like Kazutora. And even though your cousin said how amazing and thrilling Smiley was, you were overly grateful Mikey wasn't the peachy curly raging mess of violence and laughter he was.

Mikey was perfect and no one could tell you different. Trust, people have tried, and you don't listen.

Dark Impulses? No, Mikey was just cranky and hungry. Give him a hug and a sweet snack and he'll be fine.

Immature? Mikey wasn't immature. He just knew how have fun and live stress free...most of the time.

A ticking time bomb? You would go to your grave before you ever allowed someone else to call him that. You even bruised your hand the last time your cousin had said that.

She didn't let you get away with hitting her. But you'd do it again!

Everyone needed to stop worrying so much. Mikey was just fine, and if he wasn't you'd be the first to know and you'd handle it.

"Y/N, I am telling you the dude is imbalanced." Your cousin, a spit fire of a girl who was currently in a slightly terrifying relationship with Smiley, had sighed as the two of you walked to the TOMAN meeting.

"He is not! You're just judgy." You spat back and rolled your eyes.

You could feel the deadpan of a stare she shot towards you. "Me? Judgy? You're kidding."

"No." You groaned. "You always have something to say about Mikey. He's too childish. He's imbalanced. He's psychotic. He needs help. He cut up Sanzu's face." You mocked the listing of her past concerns.

"He did cut up Sanzu's face! We were there!" She shot back and gawked at your complete blinding loyalty.

You rolled your eyes and waved your hand. "He barely scratched him."

"Y/N, Sanzu has fucking deep scars on his face!" She shot back before loudly groaning and running a hand through her red hair. "Listen, all I'm saying is you need to be careful, ok? Mikey had been known to bite the fucking hand that feeds him."

"When has he ever?" You snap, taking complete offense to the accusation.

Your cousin looked at you with a serious face before lifting her hand-the one with the deep scar running down the side to her wrist. "Last summer. I ate the last cookie. Mikey took his knife and slashed my hand. You were there! You kept apologizing for him."

You shrug. "Shouldn't have eaten his snacks."

"I made them! I brought them for everyone!" She snapped back.

You shrug again and she huffed. You were as stubborn as they came when it came to Mikey. And Krissy-your cousin-was an incredible force constantly shouting Mikey's imperfections at you. This was an infinite cycle, never ending.

"Whatever. Just don't let him walk over you." She grunted as you both rounded the corner to the old temple TOMAN typically met at.

"Stop worrying so much. You're gonna give yourself wrinkles." You shot back with a smile.

She snorted and rolled her eyes before looking towards the gang of rowdy teenage boys. The curly peachy twin turned at the mention of Krissy's presence, smiling wider at the sight of her. (You have never understood how he can see anything considering his eyes are always closed).

"Hoya!" Your normally gruff and angry cousin cheered rather girl-ish and ran to join the Fourth Division's Captain. It was funny to see her act so carefree and lovey dovey when she jumps in his arms and kisses him. You'd only ever seen her act like that with the more violent twin.

"Finally made it." A youthful voice piped up from behind you.

Turning with a big smile, you beamed at Mikey. "Miss me?"

"Always." He smiled big before draping his arm over your shoulders. He pecked your lips before you snuggled closer to him. His kissed your head before saying, "Come on." He ushered you over to the stairs, away from everyone.

For a while you both just watched everyone else. Or well, Mikey did. You watched him. You loved how much he loved his friends. It was the first thing you ever loved about Mikey. He made bonds with his friends, and those bonds meant the entire world to him.

"We've got a fight tonight. Gonna wait up for me?" He looked down at you with a calm smile. He was softly patting your hair back as you leaned against his shoulder.

"I'll keep the window open and light on." You promised.

And you had.

That night. You had kept the window open and the light on. You stayed up. You played his favorite playlist. You had bought and put out his favorite snacks. You had gotten your first aid kit out ready to stitch him up to the best of your ability. You had sat on the windows ledge and watched the end of the street he normally came from. You waited and watched that spot all night.

As the time ticked by you grew a little more worried. You told yourself that maybe the fight was going on longer than normal. You told yourself maybe he went home. Maybe someone got hurt and they were at the hospital. Normally Nahoya would have called Krissy it that was the case, but you still told yourself it was possible. Anything was possible as long as him being hurt wasn't.

The sun had risen and was sitting high in the sky when you heard the front door. The street was busy with cars and people rushing to work when the muttered whispers on the other side of your door reached your ears. A bird had landed on the roof just in front of you when you heard Krissy's gasp.

Some part of you knew, a small part knew before Krissy's knock rang through your room. Your heart was already aching before Krissy's voice broke the silence. Your tears were already spilling before she ever wrapped her arms around you.

"Mikey's gone. He disbanded TOMAN after last night's fight and no one can find him."

"He wouldn't just leave." You sobbed, wanting so bad to believe the desperate lies flinging themselves out of your mouth.

Smiley was the one to tell you what happened. "Something happened during the fight. I don't really know what it was, and honestly, I don't understand what I do know, but it's true. Mikey's gone. He took off this morning. I'm sorry, Y/N."

As much as you screamed at the both of them for lying to you, and as much as you denied everyone else as they tried to tell you the same thing, you knew it was true. You knew it was true for sure when you went to the Sano House and all of his favorite stuff was gone. Even his comfort towel blanket was gone.

"Y/N, come on. We have to go." Krissy said in a hushed tone behind you as you gripped Mikey's TOMAN jacket in your arms.

You let her escort you out and back home. You let her make you food and watch your favorite movies and listen to your favorite music, but if you were honest nothing was helping. This big hole in your heart, in your life, was now looking you dead in the eyes and you couldn't do anything to close it.

You eventually started pretending to be ok. You got up. You did things here and there. You went to school. You let Smiley and Krissy drag you along to things. You put a smile on and told everyone you had moved on and you were fine, but it was a lie. And you were sure Krissy knew it too. In fact, you knew she did, but she was hoping all the acting and pretending you did would eventually turn into the real thing. You know, fake it til you make it type shit.

But nothing could fill the gaping space in your life. No one would fix the wound in your heart. The only person who could possibly do it had been missing for years at this point. No one had seen him in years. Draken had tried to find him. You had tried. Hell, Krissy had tried to track him down for the first couple of years, but even she had to stop.

Life had carried on for everyone. Michi and Hina were getting married. Pah was married. Draken and Inui owned and ran a mechanic shop in town. Kazutora was out and running Chifuyu's pet shop with him. Mitsuya was a big-name designer now and Hakkai was his model while Yuzuha managed for her brother. Even the twins and Krissy had moved on with their lives. Angry and Smiley had opened their own Ramen shop and Krissy helped. Or she did, before she had Niya. Now Krissy stayed home and poured her life in raising her and Smiley's daughter.

"Auntie!" Niya was currently with you at the park. Krissy had to run and help her husband at the ramen shop, and you were available. You loved babysitting Niya. She was spunky and goofy, a lot like her mom.

"Hm?" You smiled at the rosy haired five-year-old as she ran towards you with a big grin on her face. You held your arms out and she ran into them, scooping her up in a tight hug. "What's up, goofy?"

"I saw this man over by the slide! He said he knew you." She cheered, pointing a small finger towards the blue slides-her favorites.

Concern shot through you, the adult in you kicking in. "Niya, how many times have we told you not to talk to strangers!" You lectured as you looked around for the sight of a man.

"But I didn't talk to him!" She pouted. "He talked to me." She glared, expecting some sort of apology. Just like her mother, she always had to be right.

You rolled your eyes. "Honey, what did this man look like?" You needed to get as much information as possible. That way you knew what to look for and what to tell Niya's dad. Smiley was the most protective dad you'd ever seen.

"Hmm, he had short white hair, and he wasn't tall like daddy, and he looked sad. He looked very sad." You wracked your brain for anyone with white hair and short, but outside of Waka you didn't know anyone with white hair, and wakasa's hair was long and no longer white.

"Oh! And he had this tattoo on the back of his neck. It was a square but long! And the top was white, and the bottom was black. Oh, and there was a circle in the middle, but it was black." Niya's little face scrunched as she thought hard for more details. And with what she had given you, you couldn't think of anyone.

"Is there anything else?" You asked, hoping there was some defining clue she just hadn't gotten to yet.

She nodded. "He said, 'Tell her to keep waiting. Keep opening the window and keep the light on'."

Your heart stopped. Tears brimmed your eyes. Air caught in your lungs.

"Did he say anything else?" You croaked out, fighting hard not to fall apart in front of your five-year-old niece.

"Yeah!" She cheered as she played with the band-aid on her knee. "But I don't think he was talking to me anymore."

"Was he on the phone?" You asked calmly.

She shook her head, ringlets of pink swaying from side to side. "Nu uh! To himself. He said, 'It's almost time to come home. Just keep waiting'."

After that you took Niya home. After she had gone to bed and both her parents had made it home you took off. You went back to your apartment just down the road, and the first thing you did was open the window and turn on the lights and play Mikey's favorite music, just like you had every night since he left.

You fell asleep on the couch again. You hadn't meant to, but something about the calm melody of that playlist made you drift off so easily. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, not registering the blanket draped along your body yet. The blanket you didn't have when you fell asleep.

When it finally clicked you looked up at the other end of the couch. You looked up at Mikey. His hair was cut short and bleached white now, and the circle under his eyes told you he hadn't slept well in a while. He looked slimmer and not in a healthy way. And Niya had been right to say he looked sad. But still, it was Mikey. It was your Mikey sitting on the other end of your couch.

"Mikey?" You said in more of a sob than you had planned.

He looked towards you and with a weak smile said, "Sorry I kept you waiting. I got caught up."

You giggled in another sob before you flung yourself onto him. His arms wrapped around you and his face buried into your hair and neck. He clung to you just as hard as you clung to him. You could tell he wanted to cry too, but you knew he couldn't, so you did for the both of you. He patted back your hair like he had done years before and kissed the top of your head like you were sixteen again.

"I can't believe you kept waiting." He said softly into the calm and warm silence that had settled over the both of you.

"You didn't say goodbye," you said as you traced your nails up and down his arms that were wrapped around you.

You felt the small flinch at your words. "I couldn't."

You shrugged lightly. "I knew you were coming back to me."

He looked down at you with a slight grin. "You didn't doubt that?"

"Not for a second."

And that was the truth. When you both went to bed, you knew there was a chance he wouldn't be there in the morning, but you believed he would be. You had no doubt when it came to Mikey. You knew he was your home, and you were his. You belonged to each other, and nothing could ever separate the two of you. Not time, not space, not even death.

So, when you woke up and he was there, you weren't shocked. You just snuggled closer to him and enjoyed his warmth.

[the-fic-baker]

Make Up For It

Max can be a total ass but he always makes up for it.

A/N: Watched one too many Max Phillips edits tonight so 😅 kinda rushed so sorry for any errors!

Pairing: Max Phillips x Fem!Reader

Content Warnings: 18+, smut, swearing, oral (f receiving), nipple play, unprotected p in v, mentions of blood drinking, Max is a secret softie.

Max Phillips is a total fucking dick.

Well not a total dick, he can be very sweet, generous, and funny.

But because today you are mad at him, so he is a dick.

It started this morning with the tv. You understand that Max doesn’t sleep but did he have to have it blaring at 4 am? And then when you tried to get ready for work he was even needier than usual.

“Baby, I’m hungry,” he pleaded kissing along your neck. “Need you, sweetie.” He had then fed and fucked you, which you enjoyed but when he wouldn’t let you go after was annoying.

So you were late to work and your boss didn’t buy your story about a lost dog so you were stuck in inventory. Of course, halfway through your day, Max had called complaining about how boring his day was. Really?

“Oh, no honey that must be so hard for you,” you sighed, sarcasm heavy. Sarcasm that Max did not pick up on.

“I know,” he groaned. “I thought terrorizing Evan would be so much more fun!” You hung up shortly after that.

The day dragged on and by the end, your feet ached and you swore if you had to unpack another cardboard box you would explode. But it was over, thank god.

After work was meant to be relaxing. Feet up, pajamas on, your favorite show playing, and a glass of wine in hand but when Max arrived home chatting loudly into his phone you knew you weren’t gonna have a moment of peace.

“Exactly, that’s what I told him!” He droned on with his phony work voice about some business bullshit. And he just had to sit right next to you. Hand on your side as he all but yelled into the phone.

“Hold on Toby I can’t hear you.” He interrupts before having the audacity to pause your show. That was the final straw.

You had enough and dragged yourself away from him to your room. It didn’t take long for him to follow, discarding his jacket and tie near the door.

“What’s the matter, baby?” He asks. You laugh. “Okay, I’m gonna take a guess and say you're mad at me.” You nod. “Aw you know I don’t like when you're cranky.”

“Then how do you make me cranky so easily?” You ask. He steps in front of you and slowly sinks to his knees in front of you. He looks up, pearly whites shining in that stupid grin of his.

“Maybe it’s because I’m so good at making it all better after.” He begins kissing slowly at your stomach and thighs, hands caressing your hips. You know you shouldn’t let him get off so easily but he just looks so nice like this. You back up to the bed and he follows on hands and knees. Settling between your legs, he looks up with pleading eyes.

He can feel your thighs clench around him. Pulling off your tits, he begins pulling down your shorts and panties.

“How about you put that smart mouth to use.” You keen, fingers carding through his hair pulling him down. He chuckles and with super speed, he has you laying spread on the soft sheets, mouth hovering over your pussy.

“Always smell so good baby,” his eyes flick up at you. “Good enough to eat,” He sighs before licking a long stripe through your folds. Your back arches hands again grasp at his hair. His arms pin your hips down as he puts his lips around your clit.

“Fuck yes, just like that Max!” You moan, thighs clamping around his head. Thank God vampires don't need to breathe. He can eat you out for hours without break.

He moves one of his arms from around you and slips two fingers between your folds. He slowly pushes in and curls making your chest heave. He knows your body so well and can manipulate it perfectly. It doesn't take much to bring out your orgasm. His tongue was unrelenting and his fingers found that stop inside you that made you squirm.

You scream his name as you cum and he couldn't be happier. He gives your clit a light kiss before lifting his head. His chin is covered in you and his hair is a mess. Hopping off the bed, again using his supernatural speed, he strips himself of his suit, you're pretty sure you hear tearing but he doesn't seem to mind.

He stands by the bed, cock hard and leaking. He takes his hand still covered in your juices and begins stroking himself.

“Can I fuck you please?” He begs. “Have I earned it yet babe?” You ponder for a moment before reaching for his hand, pulling him on top of you.

“Come here, honey,” you coo. You pull him in for a kiss. It’s soft and loving, you can taste the mix of iron and your arousal on his tongue. His hands move down your body till he hits your legs, hooking under your knees and pulling them over his hips. He separates from your lips and smiles.

“Gonna make you feel so good.” He utters as he grabs his cock again. He runs the tip of it through your swollen lips, catching on your still sensitive clit and making you shiver.

He hisses as he finally enters you. He takes his time, letting you adjust. He fills you so nicely, like he was made for you. Once you’re ready he starts slow. Deep, long strokes that make you whine. Pulling almost completely out before filling you again.

“Feel so good Max,” you keen. “Always so good.” He begins to speed up, still keeping a steady rhythm. His thrusts are calculated, he knows the spots that can make you fall apart quickly. He knows he won’t last that long, tasting you already had him on edge.

“Touch yourself baby,” he groans. “Need to feel you cum on my cock.”

And you do, fingers rubbing quick circles as his hips snap against you. Your legs shake and your eyes screw shut as your second orgasm rushes through you.

Max cries out as you clamp down on him. Grabbing your hips he begins desperately drilling into you. You claw at his shoulders as he chases his own release. A few more thrusts and he’s spilling into you with a whine.

He kisses your face as you recover then flips you over so you can lay on top of him. You’re spent and weightless on him and he strokes your hair.

“So, am I forgiven?” He murmurs. You simply nod. You lay there for a while before he pipes up again.

“You know after that I’m kinda hungry…”

“No.”

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[neptuneofthesky]

Feral Family

Dream x reader

Next part

fluff?? (tiny bit of angst; children getting lost and stuff)

Feral boys except Dream are children

Single mother fic

"POPPING OFF!"

"FERAL BOYS 5/5!!"

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"What the honk are we even doing-"

"YOU'RE MOM!"

"We have the same mom, dumb butt."

"Guys, please..."

You sighed.

It's fine.

They are just kids.

"MOOMMMM!!!"

All of them shouted at once.

You sighed again and smiled, "Yes sweeties?"

They all started shouting at once.

Your smile didn't drop, "Stop."

Everybody shut their mouths as they saw your smile.

You tilted your head, "Now, George, you are the oldest, tell me what's the problem?"

"We all need to pee!" George exclaimed.

You raised a brow, "That's why you all are being so cranky."

Karl started bouncing a little, "Mom, I reaaaaaally have to pee!!"

You sighed as you smiled, "I have to pee too, let's go."

Alex stopped you as he shook his head, "No, no we are not going to the ladies toilet. It's embarrassing and not right."

You raised a brow, "Are you ready to go to the men's toilet by yourself? All alone?"

His eyes widened, "Uh... uhmm," He pulled Sapnap and Karl closer to him, "We'll go together!"

You playfully rolled your eyes as you turn to George, "You can handle them?"

He nodded as he turned around to face them, "Let's go guys, we can do this!"

They ran to the men's washroom as you yourself went to the ladies and did your business as quickly as you could and came back outside as you waited for them.

5 minutes.

10 minutes.

Why were they taking this much time?

You were going to go inside the washroom but an old man coming out of the door gave you a weird look.

Your cheeks got a bit red from embarrassment as you look around and stop a guy with a lime hoodie, "Excuse me, sir? Can you please check on the kids that are inside? 4 of them."

He looked at you and gave you a polite smile and nodded, "Sure."

Not even half a minute later he came out of the toilet as he looked alarmed, "Okay, don't panic, but your kids aren't inside."

Your eyes widened as panic rushed into your body, "No, no, no, no, shit, shit, shit."

You aggressively grabbed his shoulders, "Please help me look for them."

His eyes widened as he nodded, "Yes, sure, but please let me go."

You remove your hands as you pulled out your phone and showed him a photo of them, "Sorry for that. This is George, Alex, Sapnap, and Karl with a K."

He nodded as he thought for a second, "Should we go to Hamley's first? They can be there, or do they like gaming and stuff?"

You paused as you realized something and sighed, "Is there a drug store, or something like that on this floor?"

He tilted his head in confusion, "There must be-and she is running."

He followed you as you ran through the mall, trying to find the drug store.

I am such a bad mother.

I am so irresponsible.

They will hate me.

Trying to shake off the negative thoughts, you tried to find them as tears pooled in your eyes, blurring your vision.

"Excuse me, sir, that is very offending, my mom is going to kick your butt."

You wiped your eyes as the hoodie man tapped your shoulder, "Um, is that Alex?"

You turned to the direction he was pointing as your eyes widened, "Oh my god, Boys?"

Karl turned around as his eyes widened and he ran into your arms, "MOM!"

Tears of relief rushed down your cheek as he wiped them off with a pout on his face, "Don't cry, mom. I don't like it when you cry."

You let out a small sob as you looked at Sapnap who also had a pout on his face, "You guys scared me. Why did you wander away?"

Sapnap folded his hands, "Alex wanted the happy powder!"

The hoodie man got confused, "Happy powder? Wait- do you mean drugs?!"

You sighed as you looked at Alex who was being dragged by George, "Alex, what did we say about happy powder?"

Alex pouted as he folded his hands, "No happy powder tantrum anymore."

You patted his head as you pulled him in a hug, "You scared mommy. Don't ever do that again."

George huffed, "I tried to stop him, mum! But he then said he'd pee on me!"

You raised a brow as Alex looked away, "That is not very nice, Alex. And I know you didn't mean it, so, please stop threatening your brother."

Alex rolled his eyes, "Fine, but can we get some burgers?"

You smiled as you turned to the hoodie man, "First, I want to thank the person who helped me find you guys. How about I treat you burgers, wait- I just realized I didn't even introduce myself, I'm Y/n."

He smiled as he shook your hand, "I'm Clay, and no problem, although, I am a bit hungry."

George's eyes widened as he pulled your finger, "Mum, That's, that's Dream! He is wearing the Dream hoodie and he has the same name and the same voice! That's Dream!"

Your eyes widened as you looked at Clay, who was smiling sheepishly, "Please keep it down, I don't really wanna catch attention."

Alex hit George's head, "Keep it down, you idiot."

You gave him a look as he muttered an apology.

Sapnap grabbed his hand as his eyes were sparkling and whispered loudly, "We love your videos! Can we take a photo with you?"

Karl also nodded in excitement as he was too flabbergasted to say anything.

Clay smiled as he patted his head, "Yeah sure."

You tilted your head, "But, you haven't even revealed your face yet, are you sure? You can sign-"

He shook his head as he grinned, "No, it's alright. Just don't post it online or something. And if you do, just sensor my face and hair."

You nodded your head as you pulled out your phone, "You got it, boys?"

You gestured them to stand with him as you looked around for onlookers, and when you made sure there were none serious, you smiled, "Say Dream! But not too loudly."

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"So, you already know my job, what's yours?"

You smiled, "I am a producer. And a songwriter."

Alex excitedly nodded as he was munching on his burger, "Yeah, she even writes songs for kpop!"

You chuckled as you wipe his mouth with a tissue, "Yep, kpop, pop, hip hop, you name it."

"Yeah, did you know she also wrote baby shark?" Sapnap pipes up.

Clay raised a brow as you subtly shook your head, "Yep, and I was also the one who produced pigstep."

George giggled as his eyes brightened, "Yeah, with Daniel. He is such a nice person."

[Daniel Rosenfeld is the producer for all the Minecraft tracks, his stage name is C418]

You laughed and patted his head as Clay's eyes widened, "What?"

"It's nothing," You playfully shushed at your boys as they giggled.

Clay chuckled as he shook his head, "So, you guys play Minecraft right? Would you like to play with me?"

Everybody's eyes widened as they started to shout excitedly.

You winced, "Boys, calm down."

They completely ignored you as Clay looked very surprised.

You sighed as you pulled out a packet of skittles and clicked your fingers, immediately grabbing their attention as they all turned their heads to you in sync, "Anyone wants skittles? Go fetch."

You threw the skittles far away as they ran to get it.

You shrugged as Clay raised a brow, "It's literally the fastest way to calm them down because if they don't calm down as soon as possible, they go feral."

You pulled out another three packets as you whistled to catch their attention.

They return back to their seats, each of them with their packets.

You look at your watch as your eyes widened, "Karl, it's time for Steven Universe."

Karl's eyes widened, "Oh no we have to GO!"

You all got up as Clay stood up too, "Wait if you don't mind, can I have your number?"

Your eyes widened as you took his phone, "Yeah, sure, just, text me later. Bye and thank you once again!"

The kids shouted 'bye' in chorus as they all ran away, Clay smiled as he looked at your number, and saved it as, 'Y/n<3'.

[Also, there is going to be a mini part 2 ;)]

[flirtlixie]

Proposed by a Demon Lord ; Yuta x Reader

Chapter 3

previous ; next

Warnings!: Mention of food (stew, meet), eating scenes, heachan is an actual child :p

Words: 1142

Notes: none, enjoy!

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"mmm..." when i opened my eyes, feeling the sun shining brightly- "huh, is this...? subway train...?" it was the train that i dozed off before i ended up in this world "what..? oh, i guess i had the weirdest dream ever-" "had a nightmare? demon lords and stuff?" "eh, this voice... Y-Yuta?!" "shh, you should keep quiet in a public area" "what? no, wait- quiet or not, is it okay to wear such outfit out in public?"

Yuta was in his fancy demon-lord outfit, sitting inside a train "what are you talking about? you're the odd one here" "huh? what do you mean-..." but as i looked around,

"oh my, look at that girl-"

"peculiar clothing, isn't it?"

"wh-why is everyone-..." everyone else was in outfits that resemble Yuta's

"the next stop is, demon world"

"d-demon world?"

"the exit is- no where"

"AHHH! huff... huhff...." when i slowly opened my eyes, "...argh, come on...!" i was lying down in my room, in Yuta's castle, in demon world. "right, how could this be a dream" ,,i wished for a miracle such as, 'haha you had a bad dream, and poof! you're back in your world!' (but i'm stuck here...) unlike my troubled heart, my body was too honest. my belly growled in hunger "i'm hungry... i don't see any food here... seriously! it's all Yuta's fault!!"

"What's all my fault?" "whoa?!" i only called out his name, but he appeared in front of my eyes "h-how did you get here?" "what? you called me. and geez, i was asleep" and Yuta made a long yawn (oh, did i wake him up? no wonder... he sounds more cranky than usual.) "i-i'm sorry. i never thought.. but how did you hear me call you?" "well, i can just hear you" "...?" "anyhow, why did you call me?" "oh. i'm hungry" "..."

Yuta stared into my eyes for sometime without saying a word. "what is it?" "...i dont eat breakfast. it's too troublesome" "..." i lost my strength and fell forward at his words "come on- you don't have to fall for not having breakfast-" "but i didn't get to eat anything! i even skipped dinner last night! you didin't ask me about the dinner, so i just went to sleep last night!" "oh, you were asleep when i came to fetch you, so i left you alone" "...." "..." "..whatever, i'm starving" i was nearly in tears from starvation "...well, i guess there should be something to eat" Yuta took my hand once more

"mmmm-, it's good" i hurriedly dug into the stew "you like it?" "yeap" "good, good." he watched me pouring the stew in my mouth with a proud smile. "well, listen while you eat. i will now tell you the rules to keep in mind while you stay in this castle." (ooh-, it's so delish...) "one, you don't go outside the castle" (it's got tons of meat, too-) "two, you don't go outside the castle" (wow, it's so tender-...) "three, you dont go outside... EY!" Yuta suddenly took away my stew "what was that for!" "i told you to 'listen while you eat' not just eat" "i was listening, yoy know. one, two, three. they were all about not going outside the castle!" "oho, you were listening"

Yuta made a surprised look on his face and returned my stew "that's right. all you need to care about is this one thing. don't go outside the castle without me." "well, i won't . i don't even know the way" i answered him in a mean way, and turned my focus back on the stew "are you saying you're going outside if you do know the way?" "..." instead of answering, i continued on my stew "answer me, are you?" "..." "..." Yuta took away my stew again. "hey, i'm still eating-..."

At that moment, the man in front of me wasn't the Yuta i was familiar with. he wasn't the dull-faced, lazy looking man, but a threatening as if he can hunt me any moment "answer me. will you. go. outside? ...hmm?" the voice urging me to answer was noticeably low, as if he was growling (it feels like he's going to bite my neck off if i say i will go outside...) "don't misunderstand. i won't" Yuta was still glaring at me with a doubting look. "i-i really won't" "..." "...really." i held my hands up, to show my innocence "...alright" then Yuta retured my stew again

"and Haechan" Yuta snapped his fingers in midair "hey~ why would you call me-?" "...!" then suddenly, a boy with a fluffy golden hair appeared next to me. it was Haechan "you know this guy, right?" "h-he must be, Haechan...?" "yes. And Haechan, this is y/n" "i know that, old lord. Haechan isn't old like you, so me has good memories" "... take that 'old' part out, will you?" and Yuta shuffled Haechan's hair "alright, i'll re-introduce him to you. this is Haechan. my apprentice, and the next crown successor" "yo~" Haechan waved his small hand. (they don't look like a lord and his apprentice to me at all...) i swallower that thought, and waited for Yuta to continue. "i want you to teach her about the way things go around here." "wh-hat?!"

(wh-what am i supposed to learn from such a little boy...?) i was sorry to say this, but Haechan didn't seem to be someone you can learn anything from, moreover, he seemed to be much, much younger that me. "Aww, this old man has grown old and powerless. it's too tiresome for me." Yuta replied in a little prod voice, he yawned, showing how much he didn't want to take over the job "Nah~ Haechan don't wanna do that either! it's tiresome for Haechan, too!" "No, that's only for this old man, you're still too young to feel that." "No! no, no-no! i can't bother doing those things!" (what are these two doing...?) they were keep on saying do it, and no back and forth like a comedy show. "Alright, i've got not choice. i order three under the name of the demon Lord" "WOW. that's so mean. you know that's called abuse of authority?" "huh, why don't you become a demon Lord as well if you're so pissed"

(...s-so childish..) i was shocked from this childish conversation "fine. what am i supposed to teach her?" "well, just this and that. you know, what the castle looks like, what we eat, what we do-, those things. i dunno, just-, anything" (that sounds irresponsible) "wow, super irresponsible, Lord" i felt a bit better, hearing Haechan say what i wanted to tell him "well, just teach her however you want. i know you can manage that much" "well, alright" Haechan turned around to face me. "...?" "eat. finish your food, so we can start some learning!" "oh, uh, right." i awkwardly stared eating the stew again.