#so many people to say hi to so little social battery... he needs to stand facing a corner for a little bit between each hello

[starsenha]

YAPPER / S.J

Pairing ◊ fem!reader x bf!jake

Genre ◊ fluff, established relationship

Warnings ◊ mention of low social battery, jake overthinks a lot in this, introverted!reader x extroverted!jake

Word count ◊ 1k

Summary ◊ you and jake just started living together, and he had to get used to having an introvertes s/o.

a/n: this is so cute i'll die

The apartment was quiet, a comfortable contrast to the usual hum of Jake’s chatter. You’d been living together for just a few weeks now, but it already felt like home. Jake's energy filled the space—warm, playful, constant—much like a puppy that couldn’t contain its excitement. His endless chatter was something you loved about him, the way he could talk for hours about anything, whether it was the latest indie band he discovered or his theories about the origins of the universe.

But today was different.

You sat at the kitchen table, your laptop in front of you, but your fingers hovered over the keys, unmoving. The day had drained you. You had been running on empty, your social battery flickering like a dying candle. It wasn’t anything that happened in particular. Just… people. The noise. The constant interactions. You craved silence in a way that felt almost physical, like you needed to wrap yourself in it to recharge.

Jake must have noticed.

He hadn’t been his usual self all day. His usual stream of conversation had trickled down to cautious comments, half-started stories that faded into silence when you didn’t respond the way you normally would. He gave you space, which was rare for him, but something you appreciated. You knew how much it took for him to quiet himself.

But as the hours passed, the air in the apartment grew heavier. You could feel it between you, like something unsaid, something tense. And you knew what it was. Jake was overthinking. You’d seen it before—he could mask it for a while, but eventually, it showed. The nervous fidgeting, the glances he thought you didn’t notice, the way he tapped his foot against the leg of the couch, an unconscious habit when he was deep in his thoughts.

You sighed, staring at your screen, knowing you should say something, anything, but the words felt stuck. You just needed a little more quiet. A little more time to recharge. But the silence was dragging on, and you knew Jake wouldn’t be able to take it much longer.

Eventually, as the sky outside began to darken and the city lights flickered on, you heard soft footsteps behind you. His approach was hesitant, unlike his usual bounding energy, and it made your chest tighten with guilt. You didn’t turn around, not right away, but you felt him hovering behind you.

“Hey, babe,” he said softly. His voice was gentle, tentative, as if he was afraid to disturb whatever fragile peace you had wrapped around yourself. “Can I, uh… Can I talk to you for a sec?”

You turned in your chair to look at him, and there he was—Jake, with his tousled brown hair that always seemed to be a little wild no matter how many times he ran his fingers through it, and those big, expressive eyes that were always so full of life. Except now, they looked… sad. His brows were knit together in concern, and there was this slight tremble in his bottom lip, like he was trying to keep it together.

“What’s up?” you asked, your voice coming out quieter than you intended.

“I just… I don’t know. Did I… did I do something wrong?” His voice wavered, and your heart clenched. “Like, I don’t know, you’ve been really quiet today, and I was thinking maybe I… I upset you somehow?” He took a step closer, his hand reaching out, hovering over your shoulder like he wasn’t sure if he should touch you. “If I did, I’m really sorry.”

You blinked, caught off guard. He was standing there with that look on his face—the one he always gave you when he thought he messed up, the one that made him look like a kicked puppy. His eyes were wide, his expression so heartbreakingly sincere.

“Jake,” you started, but he interrupted.

“No, seriously, if I said something or if I did something without thinking, I didn’t mean to. I’ve been trying to figure it out all day, but I can’t—” His voice cracked a little, and he looked away, biting his lip. “I just hate it when you’re upset, and I don’t know what I did.”

Your heart broke a little right then. He was always so in tune with your emotions, so careful with them. You reached out, gently grabbing his hand and pulling him closer. “Jake, you didn’t do anything wrong. I promise.”

He looked at you, his brows still furrowed, not entirely convinced. “Then… why? I mean, you’ve barely said anything all day. You’ve been… distant.”

You sighed, squeezing his hand. “It’s not you. It’s just… I’m drained. My social battery is completely dead, and I didn’t know how to say that without making you feel like I was upset or something. But it’s not you, okay? I just… needed some quiet.”

He blinked a few times, his expression softening, but there was still that little crease between his eyebrows. “Oh. Oh.” His shoulders relaxed a bit, and he looked down at your hands intertwined. “You could’ve told me that.”

“I know. I should have,” you said, guilt creeping in. “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”

He shook his head, finally smiling a little. “No, it’s okay. I just… you know how I get.” He laughed softly, though it was a little self-deprecating. “I overthink everything. I just didn’t want to make things worse by being my usual… talky self.”

You chuckled, giving his hand a squeeze. “I love your talky self. I really do. I just… today was a lot, you know?”

“I get it,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Next time, just… tell me. You don’t have to worry about me. If you need space, I can give you space. I’ll just… go babble to the plants or something.”

That made you laugh, and the tension in the room seemed to dissolve. “Babble to the plants, huh?”

“Yeah,” he grinned, a little more of his usual energy returning. “They don’t seem to mind. Plus, they grow better when I talk to them, so win-win.”

You smiled, feeling lighter than you had all day. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Jake leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Just promise me you’ll tell me next time, okay? I’d rather know you’re just tired than sit around thinking I did something terrible.”

“I promise,” you whispered, leaning into his touch.

He smiled, pulling you into a warm embrace, and in that moment, you were reminded of why you loved him so much—his warmth, his patience, his understanding. Even when you were at your most exhausted, he knew how to bring you back.

"Good," he said softly, holding you close. "I love you, you know that?"

"I know," you murmured, resting your head against his chest. "I love you too."

And just like that, everything felt right again.

[orangeccreamsicles]

dirks will show up to a party and go "is anyone going to stare at their phone the whole time" and not wait for an answer

BEACH BBQ FIT !!!!!!!!! did this in like two minutes LMAO

now i havent added this alter to the alter post yet but akwete has fully fronted for this party, masking as dave, of course. they're enjoying the sun and eating plenty and throwing cans in the air for hal to catch and crunch with his stupid hydraulic pressass teeth. fun times all around ☆

[reverse1999fics]

Hallo! I not sure request is open if is not feel free to decline this sorry! If is alright could i request 6 and medicine pocket separately with a shy and timid s/o who worries a lot and hides behind them doesn’t have any friends but likes to just be by their side most of the time and clings to them? Hope you have a nice day!

Woohoo! Back on that grind and cranking out requests!! They are open btw!!

Please forgive me if either of them are a little ooc! I don't have MP and I skipped through the story so I don't entirely know 6's personality all that well!!

Medicine Pocket & 6 w/a Timid/Shy S/O (separate)

Medicine Pocket is someone with a very flamboyant personality, always being able to speak their mind. They never quite understood why or how you could be so timid, but that didn't stop them from loving you all the same.

Their tall physic let off an intimidating aura to those who didn't know them properly, but to you it was a source of comfort. Their height makes it easy for you to hide behind, holding their hand or a part of their coat and trailing behind them like a child would play follow the leader. Of course Medicine Pocket had no issue with this, even taking pride in how safe you'd feel around them and only them.

No matter that you don't have many friends, neither do they due to how... Different they are to others, all they need is to be in your company they say. Others were frustrating and didn't understand what they were trying to say, what they meant, but you did. You always understood their words and actions, so you were the only person they truly wanted to be around.

Clingy? You? Clearly you've never met them because goodness only knows how much they love to be around you. Even if it were you just simply being in the same room as them, they want to be near you. You know them better than anyone else, understand their weird antics and never judge them for how they acted or what they did. That was something they held close to their heart, right next to you, so of course your affection is needed on a daily basis! Sit next to them while they work on projects or go through paperwork, lay your head on their shoulder, read a book on the couch they moved in the room just for you, take a nice nap, sit on their lap, let them sit on your lap! Anything, as long as you were with them.

6 is a person driven to perfection when it comes to his work, someone strict with his rules and follows them all to a T. You, are a slight exception though. Oh how adorable you are to him, holding onto his sash while standing behind him, cowering from the other numbers like a little kitten. He had a soft spot for you, that much was clear to everyone

Being of high status on the island, he was a busy person, usually so busy he comes off as a recluse. But never was he too busy to ignore you even for a moment. Come into his arms after a long day of interacting with people, sit in his lap and rest to regain your social battery while he works on equations and problem solving. Your battery recharges just as much as his does, so let him rest his head on yours for a moment but don't question his closed eyes. He's just letting them rest for a moment.

You need not worry about not having many friends, he wouldn't say he has many either, if any at all. You are his one and only, why pay attention to others when he has you to keep him company? He'd rather stay home with you by his side with a good book of philosophy rather than go out with others. His robes will keep you warm, so snuggle up to his side and read along with him if you do so please.

His personality severely contradicts your own, having a more serious and stern personality that goes against your timid one, but that never stops him from loving you all the same. Should the two of you be away from each other he'll leave a piece of him with you, perhaps something on his person he wears often, or maybe a book he knows you'd like. When he is with you he'll never mind you grabbing a hold of his hand, even when others are around. He finds it adorable how you seem to try and melt into his arm as you hold onto it while others are around and chatting.

[seafoamreadings]

week of april 28th, 2024

these are written predominantly for the *rising* signs but they are also intuitively "channeled" enough that they should work for any dominant energy you have! (try your sun if you don't know rising, or more advanced readers can try moon, anywhere you have a stellium, etc and see what works best for you!)

aries: mars into your sign at last is likely to renew your energy and power. pluto heading retrograde may disrupt your social life, so even if you feel like a nuclear-powered battery keeps you going in that arena, it may be wisest to tone down the socializing and let things blow over a bit.

taurus: so many things end up just where they're supposed to be this week. mercury settling into direct motion, mars into its domicile aries in your 12th house, and venus at home in your sign too. you may feel energetic or simply hotheaded, but you know how to have a good time, so do it.

gemini: the academic geminis among you may have some sort of philosophical disruption or bureaucratic struggle to overcome this week. it is easy to get lost in frivolous things when they are large in number and every day, but don't let them overpower what really matters to you at the core.

cancerians: this long cardinal period does not let you rest yet. mars moves into aries and then your ruler the moon does too. in some ways you will feel like you've been transmogrified into an aries yourself. think before you act, but don't shut down the whole operation if you're really in the right.

leo: pluto of course is these days haunting your 7th house of partnership. this week he heads backwards in the first couple of degrees of aquarius for a little added upheaval until he straightens out his retrograde motion, so hold on to your hats.

virgo: mars heads from your seventh house into your eighth house. this is rather like a honeymoon phase wearing off, and a push to pool resources. but that push is impulsive and perhaps purely external. forget what they say about sharing is caring - you can if you want to but make sure you actually want to.

libra: your relationships take an emotional turn this week in more ways than one. there is an impulsive and urgent desire, lust even. then there is that need for nourishment. try to meet all your needs, but place nourishment first. this desire comes likely a bit later in the week than the impulses. but real intimacy - in the sense of vulnerable closeness - is what is going to feed you best.

scorpio: venus into taurus brings a lot of potential pleasure to relationships and deep partnership. if those things aren't part of your focus right now consider at least spending some time thinking about it! meanwhile mars in aries has an affinity with you that can give you a good boost in day to day energy.

sagittarius: mars into aries means fun for you. get creative, go on dates if that's your thing, spend time with children if you get along with them! whatever brings you bliss. meanwhile venus in taurus is really good for your day to day well being, especially if you are using this time to sleep well, eat good, and stop to smell the roses.

capricorn: you're known for being the hardest worker of the zodiac, and in your darkest moments perhaps a bit of a miser. but allow venus in taurus to be fun rather than forcing yourself to keep your nose to the grindstone. and if you can, make active changes to your home as well, wherever repairs are needed or a little life could stand to be injected.

aquarius: power struggles involving the home and/or family of origin are fairly likely this week. these are best worked with and worked through, not avoided or detoured. one way to help this go smoothly is to make a safe and pleasant home for yourself; if you cannot alter the building you are in or the people you are around, make this spiritually within.

pisces: i feel like i've been issuing you a lot of warnings lately to take care of your money diligently but this week is no exception. on the bright side, venus in taurus is very powerful for your social life in your local community, so don't stay at home too much unless you really need the recharging. such neighborhood involvement will go surprisingly far behind the scenes in your spirtual development and in fact a church or a coven type of group, or even a support group, would be highly auspicious, according to your personal style.

[bordysbae]

can you do something where the reader is this introverted person and isolates herself from crowds so one day while she’s out studying in the corner she like looks up and sees the whole team staring at her, talking and she gets really uncomfortable and you can just make the rest up. with anyone really is fine

“study date”

brendan brisson x reader

word count: 0.6k

i kinda hate this and i’m sorry that it wasn’t exactly like the request? idk my mind has been so all over the place lately, so i apologize if this is bad or doesn’t make sense lol

you’ve never been the type of person to go to every and any party possible, it just isn’t your thing. yes, you go to a party every so often, but your form of social events is going to sports games. you’re more on the introverted side, so hanging with your friends at a sports event where you don’t really need a full social battery is more up your alley.

so of course attending umich, a school full of sports, was a great opportunity to make some friends with similar interests as you. during fall you went to lots of football games, and now that it’s winter you go to a lot of basketball and hockey games. you couldn’t lie, the michigan ice hockey team was very attractive, so of course you knew all of them since you’d done your stalking, but they didn’t necessarily know you. until now.

as you’re sat in the corner of the quiet library, you hear a group of people not too many tables away from you loudly whispering at each other. you can’t hear what they’re saying, but it seems as if they’re trying to get someone to do something.

you slowly glance up to see who’s being annoyingly loud, and your eyes are met with a group of michigan hockey players, and they’re looking at you. you instantly look back down and a blush creeps upon your cheeks. you hide your face with your hair, and continue writing down your world lit notes. a few moments go by, and your peace is disturbed as someone places their hands on the table.

you glance up from your notebook and you’re met with the boys from earlier. your cheeks become hot, and your heart rate begins to increase. “um, hi?” you say softly, honestly a little nervous. these guys are like royalty on campus, what could they want from you?

“hi, our friend brendan here thinks you’re pretty and was too much of a wuss to come talk to you, so we brought him over here.” a boy who you know as thomas bordeleau says, as he steps aside to show you brendan. he’s then revealed and you see him standing next to dylan duke, who has his hand on brendan’s shoulder. brendan’s cheeks are a slight pinkish color, and he has a small smile plastered on his face.

“oh wow, i uh, don’t really know what to say?” you say very awkwardly, trying not to freak out that they’re talking you.

“no worries, brendan likes to talk so i’m sure he can help you out with that!” one of the other boys says. suddenly all of the other guys leave you two alone, and you shyly gesture for brendan to sit in the seat across from you. he plops down in the chair, and you both awkwardly smile. “it’s nice to meet you brendan, i’m y/n!” you break the ice, acting as if you don’t already know who he is.

“im sorry if this whole thing is weird. its just that i saw you in my english class yesterday and i thought you were really pretty, and then i saw you in the library just now and— sorry,” he chuckles nervously, stopping his ramble.

you blush at his words, “you’re too sweet! and you aren’t so bad yourself” you say slightly calmer than before, using the fact that brendan is also nervous as a way to calm yourself.

“would you maybe like to go out on a date sometime? maybe we can go on a study date for english?” he says shyly.

“i would love that.”

[nokingsonlyfooles]

Oh God. David Heard There's Room Service In Hell!!

Once again, I am testing my drawing ability by NOT doing any of the MANY illustrations I need, but I would've been sad if I couldn't finish an illustration. And look! I made it! I CAN DRAW! (And collage, obvs not my suitcase or BG, but all Public Domain)!! Well, my stylus needs a new battery, BUT, IN THEORY, I CAN DRAW! It's low res like all my test images, and I don't think I'm gonna put Vivziepop out of business anytime soon, but I'm fond of it.

That's why I'm so sad that it'll NEVER EVER HAPPEN. As a storyteller (albeit an obscure one) let me elucidate...

Strictly in terms of narrative viability, David hails from an incompatible universe. For an Invisible, he's middling. The Compelling Voice he's so fond of seems to be standard-issue, he's just more of an asshole about using it. In Tin Soldier and Soldier On, he's not all that hard to beat. Some people even have a natural immunity! He's only a threat in the first place because nobody knows what he can do.

But the minute he rolls up to the Hazbin Hotel, not only does nobody know what he can do, nobody has that natural immunity, and it would be hard as hell (haha) to beat him with their combat-friendly magic system. David isn't doing that Capcom-esque "freeze the enemy for a few seconds while they're looking at it" hypnosis. He's issuing unbreakable commands. If you're not deaf, the only way to beat him is to forget what he said. And that seems like it would be difficult, if not impossible, for most of the cast. Alastor certainly won't stoop to inflicting head trauma or hypnosis or amnesiac-levels of liquor on himself.

And that MIGHT not be a problem, except as soon as Dave meets Al he's gonna go from zero to nemesis in about three seconds flat. "Hmm, let's see. Neat freak, carefully-curated personality, perma-smile, never a moment's weakness... That's a pathetic little traumatized man-baby and I'm going to pull him out of his shell if I need to use a crab fork!" And, canonically, Alastor is also willing to make enemies that quickly. David has a sense of humour and no sense of self preservation, combat tentacles and veiled threats ain't gonna do it. Round one, David's gonna mop the floor with the Radio Demon.

...And by that, I mean he'd stuff Alastor into one of Niffty's frilliest little outfits and literally make him mop the floor, and even Charlie encouraging him to be a better person wouldn't get him to quit. Also, he'd be ignoring her and bending over backwards to get Angel's attention.

"Oh, listen. The man is over one hundred years old with zero interest in one-night stands or whirlwind romances. Prohibition isn't a thing anymore, drinking and dancing just doesn't cut it. Give him a chance to develop a fetish for something a little bit taboo..."

"I̸̠̤̐̄̄ ̸͕̝͙̌A̸̪̅M̴̭̰̙̎̓ ̶͓̻̐̉L̷̹͕̍I̷̯͗T̷̫̄Ȩ̶̾̋R̴̝̥͒A̷͔̩͋̃̕Ļ̵͗͜L̶̘̈́Y̵͇̓͗̂ ̴̼̪̘͠Ā̷̠̽̆ ̶͍͓̊̉C̷̣͕̺͆̃͝A̵͙̾̅N̶̥̬̮̄N̴̤̯̬̒̉̚I̴̩̜̍B̷͈̪̩̄À̴̝̦L̶̪͂͛͗!̶̟̆"

"That's not a fun night out. It's barely even a meal, what with the garbage they're feeding people these days. I imagine everyone tastes like a fucking 'Cool Ranch Dorito.'" [while making quote marks with both hands] "Isn't he from Louisiana? They invented spicy! Tell me, my deer fellow, is the cross-dressing and domination lighting up any dials?"

"Ì̴̗ ̶̧̫͓͋W̵͜͝Í̸̗͋L̴͔͆̊̌L̴̨̜͚͂ ̸͈̤́Ḱ̵̳̩͜Í̷̘̾L̶̨̫̬̉͋̌Ļ̵̱̗͐͊ ̴̧̣͊̄̈́Y̴̛͖̺͓̓̐O̶̢̦̍̀U̷̠̞͇̎ ̷̨̛̮̭I̷̙̜̽N̸̘̣͙̆ ̵̞͑͝Y̷̰̭̽O̷̟̘̹̓Ủ̶̢̏R̷͉͑̄̀ ̷̧̧̤̎Ŝ̶̱͈̃L̵̰͋Ȅ̸̜̗̙̊̍E̷͇̦̒P̷͈̝̅̆͌.̴̡͈̅͑̓͜"

"My good man, I have unlimited access to drugs and a fun new activity, WHY WOULD I SLEEP? What shall we try next? Do you have any drugs, Angel? Oh, of course you do! Do you think he's more of an upper or a downer person? I think a few muscle relaxants might loosen up that permanent rictus of social anxiety, but God only knows. You must be smoking a crate of cigarettes a day! Do you even brush? Your teeth, I mean. Do you suppose those lovely people at Lourdes make a mouthwash...?"

And Charlie would say, clasping her little hands, "Okay! What if we make some popcorn and talk about our childhood traumas? Yaaaay!"

But David would, inevitably, pass out. Most likely after binging and doing untold damage with Angel. And Alastor would kill him... And that's where we have the biggest fucking plot problem of all. Alastor's go-to method of disposal is tearing people to pieces while broadcasting it on the radio. And it seems like their screaming continues for quite some time, perhaps eternally.

I have expressed this in song form, because I have a weird brain and I couldn't resist.

Wait, wait, nevermind the eternal torment. Can these little hellions hear me? Test, test, is this thing on? Pardon me, could you quiet down a bit? I have a few things I’d like to… Will you stop screaming? Ugh. EVERYBODY SHUT UP AND LISTEN RIGHT NOW! That’s better. I have a little message for my executive producer. Well! I say! Colour me startled, you fulfilled your vow Think you’ve won? But I’ve barely begun! I’m always looking for new fans to wow Can you hear me NOW? [aside] Will you screamers sing backup if I command it? Can I get a little harmony? (We… can’t help ourselves?) I am eternal, and guess who’s just boosted my signal So I can reach all of you lovely new people? (We can’t help ourselves!) It’s your own Radio Demon! What was he thinking? (We can’t help ourselves!) What was he drinking? Ha! His dial must be twisted! Now I’m serenading the damned for my infinite span All according to plan! Am I a madman or a genius? I’m a pianist! Take that, FCC I’m a wonder, your saviour Please excuse my rude behaviour, (but the demon sure done fucked up!) Think he did me a favour? Silence my vocals? A failure! I’m louder and I’m certainly braver So crank the signal to the noise, and enjoy my compelling voice It’s nice to have all these new toys, (but our deer friend is annoyed) A Spirit of Radio beats a demon blow for blow This Invisible is crackling on the air! Well, one does like to believe Though you’re stuck, I’m almost free! That’s what you think! Your weak signal can’t compare Though you’ve had a little fun Your broadcast is done, and it’s time for your payback I’m in control Too bad you atomized my soul! … Not this attention-starved, brandy-addled, overgrown twink Guilty! What could be more absurd? A plagiarist bird Tweety-pie can’t even sing, his theft is pitchy You call that bitchy? I’m afraid that’s not entertainment! You're looking for a new twist? Then let’s remix the arrangement! Is Al as stiff as he projects? What sorts of kinks do you suspect? I’ve seen lacy details with my very eyes! He lies! And if I Tiked a Tok or two Well, there’s nothing he can do! A V̷̰͖̉̂͝İ̶̙D̵̛̻̮̙͛̕E̴̼̱̕Ŏ̷͆ͅ?̷̗͎̞̏̅! If I did, you can’t delete it That's the truth! When I find you in here, Ÿ̴͕̚Õ̸̠̝̕Ů̵̩̹Ŕ̸͔ ̸̬̋̂̔͜T̸̮̙͌̕Ő̵͔͕̑̄R̵̩̣̅͌̌͜M̷̝̹̾̏Ĕ̶̦͕̟Ň̶̮͊Ṱ̷̲̈̔̈ ̵̡̹̟̑Ẅ̷̝́͝I̷͉͋ͅL̴͎̞̎L̶̯͓͑ ̵̬͐͐͝Ḅ̸͚̬̅Ẹ̴̎̿͠ ̴̻͉̲̐̈́͠N̵̖̟̤͑̽E̴͙��͘V̸̡͕̦̾̕Ė̵̝͈̀Ŕ̴̺-̸̡̱̇̾̉E̴̠̣̊̐̋Ń̵͔̬̝̑D̴̡̬͙̓İ̴͔͋͊N̸̞̙͐̒Ĝ̷̼̺̐͆.̸̤̭́̐̅.̸̰̓͝.̷̤̬̌ #MaidioDemon is trending! Y̴̼̿͆O̶̟͇͊̏͜Ǔ̸͈ ̴̨̫͘I̷̡͓̜̍̈́̽N̸̜̩̉̄͝S̵͚͈̭̅̓Ĩ̸̢̯͇͘Ṗ̶̩̭̦I̴̱͑D̷̨͖̚ͅ,̴̥͕̌̈̾ ̸̛̳̈́Ṭ̶̢̠͒Ė̸̱̼̕C̸̙̥̈́H̵͓̠̔̀N̷̖͝Ǒ̶̬Ć̶͔̃͘Ř̶͙͍͠Ä̴̟́̊T̴̳̉̊͜I̶̞̓͝C̵̢̨̲͐̇̎.̵̼̏͋.̷͎̆ͅ.̸̘̜̒ Darling, please, you’re lost in static One thing’s clear! You must be wishing that you took the L, you poor deer Say farewell. I’m very grateful that you gave me Hell Oh, this will be swell! [Vivziepop, distantly:] Fuck!

"Stayed Gone" is a patter song and I can't keep up with it as I read it, but I think the lyrical parts scan, at least. A-heh. Please excuse my hubris, but it's doubtful anyone will see this.

Of course, I would never torment someone with arguably GNC-phobic revenge porn, but that guy IS NOT ME. Your only hope for dealing with David is if Vaggie decides he's more of a threat than an amusement and straight up kills him, and that's not a plot, that's a cul-de-sac. So this little not-a-fic is all you'll get from me about this unsustainable situation.

...Alright, I might put Alastor in a maid outfit if anyone cares, but I really should be illustrating. I have precisely 13 to do before I can post more story! Unless I decide to post it anyway!

All apologies to Vivziepop, whom I've name-checked as one of a few creators I'd sell out or saw off my leg to work with. But - although I am tempting fate - prrrobably no one will see this. I'm just doin' a little practice and amusing myself.

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Here I am to help your blog! Hehehe...hi, my name's Iris. I'm an adult, but I'm chirpy and weird. Despite being an adult, I act much like a child at times, finding ways to make work fun, making weird noises and other stuff to make myself or others laugh.

I have a hard time getting social cues: I usually miss it a lot but do my best to watch for those cues.

I don't like it when people yell at me (makes me close to crying) I also don't like it when we have a scheduled time of leaving or something and suddenly it changes.

I like to sleep and dream; listen to music, play games, draw, and many more.

Buuuut, I can easily get overwhelmed witj many people, and despite my chirpiness, I have a bit of a low social battery so I just shut down.

I suffer from depression and generalized anxiety disorder- I am also super picky about food textures and clothing textures. If something isn't right, I won't eat or wear it. But I do my best to if it's a gift or something-

I'm kind, sweet, a dork, and can get super excited easily, but can get shy like- hiding behind someone or just resting my head on one of my family's shoulders.

I get startled easily so I usually squeak or make noises like that- (I literally got picked to play the mouse in one of our videos because of my squeaking so much- lol xD)

And if you need more information, lemme know!

Also, genshun impact please.

Have a good day!

hello there, iris !! thank you for sending something in to help out & i hope you're having a good day/evening/night as well <3

DRUM ROLL, PLEASE . . .

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i'd ship you with : ARATAKI ITTO !!

who better to be silly with than arataki numero uno itto himself ?! you both have a tendency to act like kids, but that's not a bad thing; it just means you have more fun than others do. despite both of you being adults, you're able to have fun as if time is non-existent & you're both forever young together.

for sake of story, let's say you're living in inazuma city. whether you have temporary residence or you permanently live there is up to you. if you live in inazuma city, you're bound to run into the famed arataki itto at some point. he's pretty hard to miss when he's usually causing such a ruckus !! the first time you meet, he's running at you frantically. it's all because of the ambitious little onikabuto skittering your way. you squeak as you do when startled.

it halts at your feet & stays there since it seems to like you. itto has since skidded to a stop & calmly walked up to you since he's just... in shock. he's never seen one of his onikabuto run up to a complete stranger like this before.

a little sheepish, he introduces himself to you as the one & oni, doing his very best to impress you since you have energy that onikabutos seem to like. you two hit it off pretty quickly, actually. you have a lot in common & simply vibe together since you have similar mannerisms. as the night goes on, you both become a lovable duo of huge dorks. you don't really get why people are so wary of him; he's a sweetheart just like you.

you make an immediate friend in that goofy oni, so you hang out quite often. he understands that you have anxiety, so he'll always make sure to check on you when you seem to be feeling anxious. whenever you're in need of defending or feel shy. you can always stand behind him; he'll puff that muscular chest out & keep you safe !!

since you like games, itto introduces you to genius invocation tcg, onikabuto battles, & more. whenever you play these games with him or the gang, the night is full of endless fun. speaking of the arataki gang, he ends up inviting you to join it. he's blushing a little when he does. it isn't until the gang members themselves point out that itto likes you in a non-platonic way that it all clicks for him.

you continue to hang out with him as usual, but the moments feel more tender. there's shy glances from not just your end, but itto's as well. blushing cheeks, hands brushing together, flirtatious laughter. it isn't long before you both become something more than friends thanks to the gang being itto's wing-people. when they hear the news, they support you both fully & sigh with relief that you both FINALLY got together !!

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[sweetmusingss]

Charles winked playfully at you before heading out of the dressing room. He held the dress over his arm, practically freezing when the retail worker appeared seemingly out of nowhere. He was nervous about this becoming something bigger and the last thing he needed was someone selling the story that he was having sex in a dressing room. He was surprised when she seemed polite though and as bad as it was, he took advantage of her special treatment. He didn’t even correct her when she called you his girlfriend. He hadn’t had anyone be called his girlfriend in a very long time. “I saw a dress very similar to this one in pink.. Could we perhaps ring that one up too? It’s her favorite color,” he said, playing into the whole fantasy of being your boyfriend. He smiled politely at the employee, paying for both of the dresses at the counter as he waited for you.

My eyes widened as I heard Charles words before they disappeared, him obviously walking off with the worker. He didn’t necessarily say I was his girlfriend, but he also didn’t deny it the way I would’ve if someone called him my boyfriend... was it just easier this way for him? I sigh, shaking my head, unable to think straight while my heart was still pounding from our activities. I grab my purse, leaving the few items I didn’t want hung up nicely before walking back out to the store and where Charles was. He was already holding a bag so I knew he paid for my dresses, giving him a small smile as I approach him. “Thank you for that... it was unnecessary. And I am going to buy you something of equal value since I don’t want you golding anything over my head. Well, anything else...” I motion back towards the dressing room, knowing Charles was going to bring this up at every chance he had now. It was one thing to drunkenly sleep with someone, but soberly doing it in public? Harder to dismiss away. 

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I giggle softly from your comment about you being into me wearing a tiara. “I have tiaras at home. I can’t get in trouble for stealing this one after my first show,” I tease you, only wearing it for a moment more before letting you help me get changed into the dress I had picked. I fixed my makeup and my hair, sitting in your lap as I did so. I was kind of overwhelmed after all the events and press I had to do lately on top of the rehearsals so my social battery was a little low. I loved our friends but I was not in much of a party mood, hoping that it did not drain me too much more. I was honestly just craving some quality time with you, unaware that of course you knew that better than anyone.

Seb held you close as you continued to get ready, not ready to let you out of his sight yet because he still felt so much guilt over everything that happened. “You ready, angel?” He smiles when you nod, standing up with you and straightening out his own suit, wearing blue since you loved how it brought out the blue in his eyes and he also loved how you two always ended up wearing one of the two colors. He takes your hand and leads you out of the room and out the back door where there weren’t as many people or fans, leading you towards a limo that was waiting and opening the door for you. “After you, Broadway star.”

[sugarushsuga]

New Year's Resolutions

Genre/Au's: Smut; Idol!Verse

Paring: Jimin x F-Reader

Words count: 8.084

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Smut, penetrative sex, protected sex, sightly exhibitionism, cheating.

Synopsis: New Year’s party with old friends make old feelings resurface. You don’t have many expectations or resolutions for the up coming year. Until Jimin brings a new light over all the old things left behind.

Author note: This fic has been sitting on my files for months now, I kept waiting to edit it since I wanted to post it on New Year’s Day. But since I’m on a pity and can’t seam to write to save my life, I just decided to edit it and post to not let the Angel’s birthday go by without a fic for him.

Masterlist

Breathing the cold air of the night you close your eyes and rest back on the soft couch. You don’t intend to stay out for long, just enough to recharge your social battery a little bit longer. It’s cold like every New Year’s in winter, the balcony has an amazing view from the river, where the fireworks show will be held when the clock strikes midnight.

But right now, there are still a few hours to go and so most of the party goers are still inside enjoying the heated room with drinks and food. Outside it’s only you and another two people who are further away smoking a cigarette.

You sigh tiredly. It has been weeks or maybe even months since you agreed to attend this New Year’s party, you even got pretty excited about it, a chance to dress up and meet up with your friends from school, the ones you are still in touch with and the ones you’ve lost touch over the years. One of them is the co-owner of the hotel and offered the place for the party.

And that should’ve been a hint that this party wouldn’t be anything more than an excuse for your old classmates to try to overpower and overshadow each other’s accomplishments and richness. You hate it. Not that you are doing bad, you just don’t enjoy rubbing your accomplishments on others' faces, you are sure everyone worked really hard to be where they are even if it’s not where they dreamed to be. You don’t understand what is the need to or why people want to show they are better or more accomplished. Who has a better job, who lives better, who already have kids, who is married, who is engaged, who has a boyfriend and, oh! Did you see? That one is single, poor classmate. Or, their significant other is not well accomplished.

Once again you feel out of place with them, just like in the old school days.

You swill the Champaign in your flute, taking a sip you rest your head back enjoying the way the cold December air burns your throat as it fills your lungs. Alone enjoying the freezing cold air, until a shadow blocks the light coming from the ballroom inside.

“Is your New Year’s resolution to freeze yourself before the new year actually starts?”

Opening your eyes, you see the tall man standing in front of you, the light making his shadow a tall monster over you. He has a back suit, no tie, top buttons undone, some chains around his neck, his hair perfectly styled back, shiny shoes, one hand in his pants pocket and the other holds a Champagne flute like yours. You’ve seen him dressed like that one hundred and a million times and you still get dumbfounded by the view. This time is even more breathtaking since it is not just a photo or video of him.

“Jimin,” you say, taking another sip of your drink.

“Your date is inside having the time of his life with our friends. He seems to fit in with them as if he has always been part of the group, and you are out here alone.” He says tilting his head.

“I’m not alone, Junhee and his date are out here smoking.” You say.

“They are?” He raises a brow. “Pretty sure I saw them walking in a couple of minutes ago.”

You look around the balcony and he is right, they are not here anymore.

“Why are you alone?” He asks, this time his voice is softer.

You sigh as you organize the words inside your head. “I- I’m tired.” Your sentence sounds a lot more like a question than an affirmative and you kick yourself mentally for it.

“Of the social gathering? Of meeting up with our old class? Of your date, or just really hiding from it all?” He asks with a hint of a smile on his lips as he sips his Champaign, half of his flute is gone now.

“All of those?” You mutter shrugging your shoulders feeling cold. You left your coat at the coat check at the beginning of the party.

“You know, you didn’t need to come if you didn’t want to.” He shifts his weight from one leg to the other making the shadow over you dance from one side to the other.

“I did want to come, but once I got here, I wanted to leave.” You admit looking at the glass in your hand.

“Y/n,” his voice is sweet when he calls your name. “If you don’t want to be here you can always leave, there is no problem in doing it.”

You look up and Jimin is staring at you, his eyes intense and sweet, his angelic face is serious with genuine concern for an old friend. That's just so like him. To be selfless, to be concerned for everyone around him, to come outside in the cold to console an old friend who is putting herself down for comparing herself with the others inside.

If anything, you should be feeling even worse now that you are facing Jimin. If not, he is the most successful one at the party -of course Taehyung is tied with him, but since Taehyung is not the one here, Jimin is the most successful one present at this moment. BTS is at the all-time top, and nothing seems to be slowing them down at any time soon. And yet here he is, chugging down his flute of Chandon and watching you wallow in self-pity.

“You don’t understand how much I hate myself for feeling like this, I know they are no best and I’m no worst but, still I can’t help feeling like I have nothing I can ever brag about. I was never the best at any of our classes, I didn’t go to a prestigious university, I didn’t study abroad, I don’t have a company with billions of net worth… l, I just don’t have anything to ever brag about.” You press your eyes closed hating how you just poured all of this out to him.

“Y/n,” Jimin takes a seat by your side, his Champagne flute is now empty. “You don’t have to compare yourself to others, I know it is much easier said than done but it’s true. They don’t live your life and I’m sure there are people who’d like to be where you are right now, plus you do have some things to brag about the old days, you just don’t recall it.”

Scoffing, you turn to look at him. “Being good at claw game machines is no skill to brag about, Jimin.”

“Oh! That one is a good one, but I wasn’t talking about that.” He takes your glass and drinks your Champaign in one sip. “You were Taehyung’s first, real, kiss.” He points at you holding your empty glass.

You roll your eyes. He is right, but that is nothing to brag about, also most people would just think you are lying about it.

Some of your old classmates might remember it, but if you ever bring it up, they probably will just pretend they don’t, and without Tae to back it up you’d never bring this up. -Also, you’d never recall this happening in respect of his relationship, it was just a truth of dare game when you were still in high school.

“Jimin, is not like I can just bring this up, they won’t believe it or pretend they don’t remember, plus it has been almost ten years since then.” You scoff.

“Hm… true, what about… the fact you were my first time?” He asks with a shiny innocent smile making you choke on the cold air.

“Jimin!” You censor him.

“What? It’s true!” He presses.

“It doesn’t matter!” You press the back of your hands in your burning hot cheeks averting your gaze from him.

“But it’s true, it was my first and honestly the best time I ever had.” He chuckles at your reaction.

“Okay, I know you want to make me feel better, but there is no need to lie.” You fan your face looking away from him.

“Is not a lie.” He takes one of your cold hands in his warm one. “You know, I hated when you kissed Taehyung, because I had a crush on you. And that day we spent together was really the best one for me.”

“Jimin,” you plead, biting your lower lip.

“Y/n, what else do I have to do?” He tugs on your hand in a way of asking you to look at him and you do. “I’ve liked you for over ten years, I’ve dated other people, I had tons of sex around with other idols, with celebrities from all over the word and still, when I come here I rather spend my time freezing outside in the cold watching you drowning yourself in pity just because your boyfriend fits in with our friends much better than you ever did. Instead of standing there and hearing them all praise me, fill my ego after they had spent years saying that I was never gonna make it.” He rants, voice taking a harder tone as he goes on. “Even now when I’m admitting that I’m still head over heels for you, you push me away because you think that for some twisted reason you aren’t enough when I’m just saying that you are the only one I want.”

You don’t answer him. He is right in everything he said, and you hate it how you can’t put up walls around your heart when it comes to him. Jimin always had the ability to see through you, maybe that’s why you always have been attracted to him. He is the only one who can untangle the mess of feelings and thoughts inside your head. The only one who’s words hurt you but warms you all at the same time. The one you had to let go so he could pursue his glorious and bright future without any hold backs or worries.

At any point you were too pretentious to think he wouldn’t get where he is because of you. No. You always knew he and BTS would make it. But he wanted to date you and you wanted him to live his life to the fullest, to enjoy his every day, his every night, to find his pleasure anywhere he was at, and being tied to you would only hurt you both. Maybe things would end up in a bad way, with both of you hurt, so you let him go. Said that you only wanted to be friends with benefits and if that wasn’t enough you should try to only stay friends.

He kept in touch from time to time, a text message here and there, a few years without seeing each other due to his busy schedule. Friendly greetings on the few gatherings he managed to go to, always with someone else, usually Taehyung, standing in between you two.

This is probably the longest time you both had ever been alone since then.

“If you want to stay here drowning your sorrows in Chandon, fine, go ahead.” Jimin drops your hand as he gets up from the couch.

He places his blazer on your shoulders before he takes both flutes and heads back inside. The blazer is still warm from his body, you can’t help but pull it tighter around yourself and sniff the expensive fabric in an attempt to feel him closer to you.

You stay there wrapped in his jacket thinking about what he just told you, he is right about you putting yourself down in light of others, you always thought of yourself less than the others, maybe the reason why you never really fitted in has always been for your lack of confidence in yourself. Since you always saw yourself as less you never felt the honesty of others when it was aimed at you.

Just like you always diminished Jimin’s feelings for you, he always made them known and clear, but you just brushed it off as him trying to comfort you for not being great at anything, just an average person living an average life.

A commotion inside gets your attention, from the big glass wall that leads to the inside of the ball room you can see Jimin, Taehyung and some of the other guys drowning glasses of some drink you can’t make out from the distance. Seunghyun, your date, is taking part in whatever game they are playing.

Seunghyun is not bad, you are not in love with him, and you don’t think you’ll be. You do think he looks good, strong jaw and overall good looking, but he doesn’t make shivers run up your body or your heart race when you know you’ll see him. He sees you as an asset, you look good by his side, it makes him look good in the picture. Both your mothers have been friends for years.

The blind date they set up for you seemed good last month when you met him. You’ve been on 7 dates with him. Mostly dinners and the end of year company parties. He did try to make things more serious, but you don’t feel as if you are on the same page as him. You don’t feel seen or heard when you are with him, much less cared about.

As you walk to your late twenties your mother has been nagging you about finding someone to build a family with. You need to start dating someone who you can marry and have kids with, you need someone who you can care about, who will be by your side when you grow old. When she talks about this someone, she refers to your future son or daughter, as you both know well that husbands and fathers can just walk out of your life as if you never existed, but the kids remain.

But when you think of this someone she talks about, you picture a 19 year old boy, with rounder cheeks, dark hair, soft eyes and plumb lips. With an angelic voice and dark eyeliner. A boy who touched your body as if he was touching the most delicate art work ever made in history. One who kept asking nonstop if this is fine, that was always humming your favorite song, which turned into a man you see on tv, hears on the radio, is everywhere followed by millions.

When you look inside again the game is over and everyone is scared in groups chatting and drinking and laughing, waiting for the clock to strike midnight ending this year and starting a new, hopeful one.

You get up and shiver as the ice cold wind brushes through your body, slipping your arms though the arm of the blazer jacket. Your steps are shaky from the cold and also from the fear that guides you. You can’t feel the biting cold of the glass door as you push it open walking into the ballroom. Just the kids who are playing closer to the door that take notice of you walking in, everyone else too engrossed in their own bubble.

You look though the groups searching for the man who came with you, but your eyes seem to have a target of their own, they land on Jimin more times than you’d like to admit. He knows you are looking at him, at one time he stares back even raising his Champagne flute at you before taking a sip.

You take a flute from a passing waiter and walk around the room looking for your date. Trying your best to avoid the man your eyes and body crave for. After Jimin’s confession, you can’t pretend anymore that you don’t have feelings for him. He made it all come out from the place you buried it on the day you turned him down. And now you think it is just too much to be in a room full of people and him and pretend like you are just fine with things as they are. As if you aren’t boxing all the what ifs scenarios that your head tries to play with all the possibilities of the past.

“Y/n,” your spinning thoughts are paused by Seunghyun calling your name. “Have you meet Iljung’s wife, Chaerin? She also works on the finance market.” He says putting his arm around your shoulders, not noticing, or not commenting about the jacket you have, he places a new flute of Chandon on your hand and drives you to the couple.

Yes, you’ve met her before, on a few class meetings and on their wedding day. She is pregnant with their second child and it’s going to be a boy. They have a two year old girl called Chaeil, who looks just like her mom.

You do some small talk with them, Iljung and Seunghyun became best friends in the last few hours, as Jimin pointed out, he does fit in with your friends much better than you do. For the first time since ever, the thought doesn’t seem to annoy you, you actually don’t care about it.

As if pulled by a magnet your eyes land on him. Jimin is by the bar with Taehyung and a group of people, mostly women.

You are so immersed in your thoughts that you don’t hear when Chaerin calls you, twice.

“Yes?” You jump once she touches your arm.

“Can you go to the toilet with me? I need a little hand to open my jumpsuit.” She asks.

“Oh, of course not. If you excuse us.” You say drowning your Champaign before following her. You only realize she is wearing a jumpsuit now that she mentioned it. Most of the women in the party are wearing long dresses to keep their body warm.

“I’m sorry to ask this, but I’ve been wanting to pee for so long and Iljung can’t just come with me to the bathroom.” She says making small talk.

“Oh, don’t worry about it.” You caress her back and walk with her to the bathroom. Once in there you help her with her jumpsuit, she goes inside a cabin and locks the door.

“You know, I was pretty surprised when I saw Jimin and Taehyung, I didn’t know you all had gone to school together. I was feeling so weird tonight, no dress looked good on me and then Jimin said that I’m the most beautiful woman in the party. I know he was just being sweet, but I can’t help but feel this sincere honesty in his words. It just made my sadness go away.” She says as the sound of her peeing fills the, otherwise, empty bathroom.

“Jimin, doesn’t say things just for saying, he always means what he says.” You hear yourself saying.

“You two seem pretty close.” She points.

“No, we aren’t, we are just old friends from school. Plus, that is what all his interviews say, you know it is so hard to not see or hear anything about BTS these days…” You chuckle nervously.

“Hm…” she hums, getting out of the stall and turning her back at you. You zip up her jumpsuit and fidgets with the button on the blazer sleeve.

Luckily Chaerin seems to forget the topic and move on, she starts talking about the food and how everything is so tasty, especially the cheese pasties, she was never a big fan of it but since the pregnancy… you tune out her words, nodding, humming and dropping a “really, don’t you say it” here and there. Your thoughts are consumed by Jimin.

Back to her husband and your date, they are now talking about real estate and how Iljung and Chaerin managed to buy this big house in a noble neighborhood for half of the market price. The pregnant woman joins the conversation very excitedly talking about the renovations they did and the kids' rooms.

Three champagnes later the topic remains, you nod and smile here and there agreeing to everything that is said, your eyes traveling from one side of the room to another from time to time following the angelic smiles and perfectly styled hair.

Taehyung approaches your group to bid his farewell and wish everyone a great turn of the year. He is leaving, not waiting for the fireworks. On the short conversation you had with him earlier - when Seunghyun was very immersed in talking with Jimin and some other guys at that moment. Taehyung confessed that he and Jimin were just dropping by to see the old friends, they were actually, turning the year on a private party that Hoseok was doing, a lot less people, much more private and no chances of being filmed drunk or put in a difficult situation. He also mentioned the fact that the significant others of the dating members would be there too.

“Hey, I just wanted to wish you all a happy new year, since I’m already leaving.” Taehyung smiles.

“Oh? Already?” Chaerin pouts. “Why are you leaving so soon? Are you not going to see the fireworks? Are you going to spend it alone?” She shoots question after question without taking a break to breath.

You give him a look of sympathy feeling bad that probably a lot of people there are wondering the same thing if not trying to find out where he is going to.

“No, I’m not spending it alone, I’ll spend it with my parents and sister. They are already waiting for me.” Taehyung gave her a polite smile.

“It was great to see you, we should meet up more often.” Iljung suggests and Taehyung nods in a way that says that is not going to happen.

“It was a pleasure to meet you. I'll be looking forward to the next class reunion to talk to you again.” Seunghyun offers to shake his hand.

Taehyung gives you an impressed look and takes a step in your direction pulling you into a hug.

“I had the impression you weren’t that serious with him.” He whispers in your ear.

“We are not serious, I’m not in love with him.” You say patting his back.

“That’s good, great actually!” He says with a mischievous smile as he breaks the hug. “I’m really happy to see you again Y/n, I’m looking forward to seeing you more often. I’m quite sure it’ll be sooner than we imagine.”

“Wha-“ you cut yourself realizing the others can hear you.

Taehyung smooths the blazer over your shoulders before giving both men another hand shake and a quick hug on the pregnant woman and waves his good-byes before moving to the next group and leaving the party in another five minutes.

Once again you can’t really focus on the conversation that your group engages, your eyes scan the party looking for the man that borrowed you, his blazer. You can’t find him, maybe he left together with his group mate, who makes you wonder why he didn’t say goodbye. Iljung is telling some old story about how he used to play football with Taehyung and Jimin and how the other members, trainees at the time, also joined.

Some other people join the group, mostly your male classmates, they all share stories about their adventures during physical education with your famous friends. Sometime during this talk Chaerin moves to stand by your side. You don’t notice it until she caresses the blazer sleeve where your arm is.

“This is such a nice blazer. Who does it belong to?” She asks directly with a low voice, so others won’t hear it.

“What?” you ask, trying to cover your surprise with confusion.

“Seunghyun still has his own, so it is not his. Suddenly you had it on, I didn’t see anyone giving it to you.”

“I- I don’t know” you reply trying to keep your face neutral. “I found it outside when I went to take some air.”

“Oh!” She nods. “Maybe you should look at the pockets, it may have something to identify who it does belong to, maybe the coat ticket.” She watches you expectantly.

Under her intense gaze you make the body tap dance, palming the pockets of the jacket, pretending to look for some identification of who the jacked may belong to. On the right outer pocket, you find some sort of paper, you take it out and look at it, just that is not the coat ticket, it is bigger and thicker, it has a number on it but not the coat number.

“See?” Chaerin says smiling, “everyone came with a coat now we can find who the blazer belongs too” she smiles wildly.

“Yeah…” your voice trembles and you hope she doesn’t hear it.

“Maybe it is from someone who is not at the party, I don’t remember seeing many guys without their jackets.” Chaerin keeps on blabbing as she tugs you by the arm leading you away from the group of men talking about football teams.

“Where are you going?” Stopping you watch her.

“Where else? To the coat check, let's solve this mystery.” She says excitedly.

“Hm… but, we have to go down stairs, are you gonna be fine?” You bite your lower lip hoping she takes your nervousness as worry.

“Oh, that’s true…” she deflates a little. “But on the other side there is the elevator we can take it.”  She chips, changing her direction.

“But won’t people think it's weird we’re going down? They may think you are not feeling well and get worried.” You quickly add trying to find a way out. “What if-“ you say, coming up with a plan. “You stay at the party, and I quickly go down stairs, check who the jacket belongs to and come back up? That way nobody will get worried about you.” -and you won’t find out this isn’t a coat ticket- you mentally add.

“But what if people ask about you?”

You doubt anyone will do it. “Just say I went to the bathroom, it's in that direction anyway.”

She stops to think, biting her lower lip and tapping her chin. “Yeah, it’ll only take you about five minutes, right?” You nod. “Fine, but you come straight to tell me, okay?”

Nodding you turn towards the door that leads to the bathroom and to the stairs that leads to the first floor of the hotel. You take quick steps holding on the handrail to make sure you won't fall as you descend it. Once in the lobby floor you need to look around to spot the elevator, you weren't paying attention to the hotel interior when you came in with Seunghyun.

Once you spot it, you make your way trying to look confident and like you know where you are going. Pressing the button, you pray that no one at the party has decided to spend the night in the hotel or is leaving early, you don't want an awkward encounter.

When the door pings open you get inside as fast as possible trying to not twist your ankle in your haste. You press the 29th floor button and pray that nobody shows up before the door closes.

Once you are enclosed in a metal box, your nerves start to bite at you again. Your palms start to sweat, and you think you are shaking. Trying to convince your own self that it is from the cold, as you clean away the thoughts of what are the chances that he is there? that he hasn’t actually left? that he is waiting for you? What if he is there? What if he is waiting for you? Then what? What if he is there with someone else? Then what?

There is no time to think on the answers, the doors slide open making you look up. Knowing you need to get out your feet seem to glue on the floor, and you can’t move. Wouldn’t it be easier if you just dropped the blazer at the coat check saying you found it somewhere? They will go through the pockets and find the room key, they will ring the guests and tell them about it. The doors ding, signaling that it's closing and you take a step putting your hand in between them to stop it.

Stepping out of the elevator the room card burns inside the blazer’s pocket. Taking small and short steps you find yourself in front of the room. There are few rooms on the floor, as they are the master bedrooms. With trembling hands, you scan the card on the door’s lock. The green light blinks, unlocking it. You don’t know when your brain commands your hand to push the door open, but you do.

The lights are dim, the white dress shirt is thrown carelessly over the couch in the room’s living room. Other than the Valentino's expensive shiny black shoes there aren’t any more discarded clothes. The whole room is quiet, and you wonder if it’s because there isn’t anyone in there or if it’s because your heart beats so loud in your ears that it muffles all else. Entering the master bedroom, he’s there.

Black pants on a new jacket on, this one is blue with gold and many flowers embroidered on it, a glass of wine in his hand, his back faces you as he watches the night sky through the window wall.

“And here you are, hiding away, drowning your sorrows in Chardonnay.”

“Chardonnay is better than Chandon. I didn’t think you’d come” he admits looking at you through the reflection in the window.

“I shouldn’t have come.” You stare at his eyes in the reflection.

“You shouldn’t have.” He confirms. “But I���m happy you did.”

He places the wine glass on the table by the window and turns towards you. Your eyes follow the links of the chains around his neck going down his torso, traveling to the soft lines of his defined abdomen. A spark rises from your core and spreads through your body. You should leave, and yet you take a step in his direction.

“I thought you would spend the turn with your members.” You look around the room, there is a carry-on suitcase open in the further corner of the room by the bathroom door. The lights are on in the other room, the door ajar.

“That was my safe option, but this is where I’d really wanted to be. Even though I’m scared to make the turn alone in this room.”

“You can always go back down to the party.” You comment stopping by the table and looking down the window. The party balcony is softly illuminated, and is quite far away from where you are now.

“This is where I want to be, not down there.” Jimin repeats, eyes boring holes on your face as he stares at you looking down.

“My boyfriend didn’t even care that I was gone.” You turn toward him fidgeting with the room key in your hands.

“Y/n,” Jimin’s voice is soft, calling your name. “I won’t ever know what you want, what you are feeling if you don’t tell me.” He places a strand of hair behind your year.

You - the voice in your head screams at him. But your mouth says. “I have a boyfriend.” Still your head tilts and you press your cheek in his warm hand.

He caresses it for a moment, before his hand slides down your cheek, through your neck, his finger tangles with the hair on the back of your neck, his other hand finds it way around your waist. Stumbling you crash hard against his chest when he pulls you to himself.

Jimin’s plump lips are warm and taste like wine. The press of his lips is soft, contrasting with the way his hands grab at your body pressing you hard against his own. Your lips part, taking his bottom lip on yours, sucking on it, savoring the wine taste and the soft groan that comes from the man.

His lips part from yours only to come back, this time with hunger as his tongue passes by your lips finding its way towards yours, his wet muscle caresses yours in a dangerous dance. Your moan is swallowed by his lips. The hand on the back of your head guides you so he can deepen the kiss.

Your mind is hazy once he finally breaks the kiss. Maybe it is the lack of air, to which you take a deep breath, but maybe it is all because of the way he looks at you, eye hooded, dark with lust and that warmth of his genuine care. Your arms wrap around his waist, he trembles in your arms when your cold hands touch the bare skin of his back.

“Y/n” Jimin's voice comes out rough.

His Adam apple bobbing up and down as he shallows, you place a soft kiss on it, and then another on more to the left, and yet another following up to his jaw. The hand on your waist slowly slides down to your ass, his head rolls back exposing more of his skin is a clear invitation that you don’t even need to think twice.

Wetting your lips, they follow the muscle up his neck, licking and kissing their way to the ink behind his ear. You breath softly against the spot and his fingers dig on the fabric of your dress groping your ass. The bulge pressing against your lower stomach grows harder and so does the wetness on your center. You kiss the teasing mole on his collar bone.

Jimin doesn’t take his hands off of you, they travel up and down your body, grasping at the fabric of your dress, digging on your skin, trying to get more but at the same time waiting for your approval, for your permission. Caressing your shoulders, he removes the blazer from your shoulders and carelessly throws it on the floor, fingers reaching the zipper on the back of your neck. His eyes stare at yours in a silent question, his hands only work again when you nod.

The easy way he manages to undo your dress adds weight to his words from earlier, he did get more experienced over the past years. His fringes brush your shoulders again as they push the fabric off, his hands are warm and they tremble slightly, betraying his confident stance. You take your hands off him to help him rid your body from its confinement.

Taking a sharp breath Jimin drops your dress on the floor and stares at your body. “Fuck!”

A shiver runs up your body at the same time heat pools in your middle. His hungry eyes follow every curve of your body, taking their time over your bare breasts and the fabric of your blue-stay-at-home panties. A smirk spreads over his lips.

“You didn’t plan the night to go anywhere close to this.” The teasing in his voice has heat spreading through your cheeks.

“Jimin-“ you mumble looking away towards the night outside the window.

“I’m glad you weren’t planning on having sex with that asshole.” He breathes against your ear. Hands caressing the exposed skin of your hips, traveling up your sides, cupping your breasts, thumbs and index fingers automatically pinching and rolling your nipples.

Your eyes fall shut against your will, you don’t want to close your eyes, you want to watch Jimin, you want to see him devour you with his dark lusten eyes. Your lips feel dry from being parted from so long letting gasp after gasp out in approval of his ministrations over your body. His lips brush over your neck, hot breath sending goosebumps down your spine.

Plumb lips suck hard on your sweet spot at the same time his index finger slips past your panties band tracing a line down your pussy, your hands grab at the thick expensive fabric of his jacket. He brushes over your swollen clit. Your moan is obscene when he circles your drenched entrance. You clench around nothing.

“I could come just from feeling you up like this.” Jimin admits.

Your eyes travel from his angelic face down his body, stopping at the tightness on his crotch. Commanding your fingers to let go of his jacket you gently push it off of his shoulders, caressing the skin of his arms as the fabric falls off. Your hands make their way back up, caressing his lean muscular shoulders, lightly pressing the skin on his collarbones, down to his toned chest. Biting your lip, you look up at him. His dark eyes follow your every move, drinking every caress you offer.

You feel his sharp intake of air when your fingers caress over his nipples, slipping down to his abdomen, he flexes the muscles there, making you giggle softly. The few strands of hair underneath his navel are soft and disappear inside his pants. Just as he did to you, you look up asking for his silent permission.

Jimin nods.

Your hands shake as you hold the fabric of his pants and try to pass the button through its loophole. His warm hands cover yours, stopping all your movements. Is reassuring. It warms you inside, knowing that he won’t move further if you don’t want to. But you do, and for the first time in so long, you are confident that this is what you want.

You tiptoe to press your lips on his. Jimin is quick to respond to your kiss, hands cupping your cheeks and angling your head so he can deepen it. You fumble a little but manage to undo his pants, caressing his waist as you push the fabric of pants and boxers off his round muscular ass. You can’t help yourself but pinch his back side.

Jimin yelps and laughs with you. Kicking the mount of clothes away he lifts your chin pressing a soft kiss on your lips. “Are you sure about it?”

You nod. He doesn’t move.

“Just like the sun will rise in the morning. I’ve never felt this right in my life.” You admit looking into his eyes, showing him the deepest desire that burns in you. Your heart has belonged to him for so many years that you always thought everyone could see it.

He caresses your cheek with the back of his hand. Taking a step back, Jimin peaks your lips before heading to the open suitcase across the room, he throws a few more of his expensive perfectly folded clothes to the floor before finding a condom. Ripping it open with his teeth, Jimin pumps himself a couple of times before unrolling the protection on himself. The foil is also thrown to the floor.

Licking your lips, you swallow the saliva that gathers in your mouth as you focus on the muscle in between his legs. Once he is back in front of you his teasing smirk makes you blush and look away. Seeing your putty reflection in the windows you avert your eyes to the floor.

“Come on Y/n, I’m sure you don’t find these grandma panties sexy.” He jokes.

“They are comfortable.” You pout.

“They are a turn off.” Jimin keeps making fun of it.

“You don’t seem turned off.” You defy raising a brow and pressing your finger to the head of his proud standing cock.

“You know that just one look from you and I’m hard as rock.” He confesses making your jaw drop. Averting his eyes to your blue panties he adds, “if you want to stop, we can stop it, at any point. I won’t get mad or upset with you.”

“Jimin,” you call, waiting until he looks back into your eyes. “I don’t want to stop, I want you to fill my body, because my mind is already full of you. It has been for the past years.”

You push your panties down and the wet fabric clings to your pussy, stretching the clean lubrification once it's peeled from your skin. Jimin licks his lips as if he is watching a full meal set in front of him after being starved. You kick the wet fabric aside.

His right hand rests on your hips as his lips find yours once again. Your hands tangle on his dark hair, messing it up. The kiss is sweet despite the hunger burning inside both of you. Jimin, caresses your side, raising your leg to rest against his hip. You can hear the wet sound of your folds partying with the movement. He smiles in the kiss, and you tighten your closed eyes trying to control your embarrassment.

Jimin presses your back to the glass, and you jump in his arms as the cold glass shocks your heated body. His lips move to your neck, hot breath fanning your skin as his fingers caress your sides.

Keeping one hand at his neck the other hand helps him guide his cock. He presses it to your wet folds, using your natural accumulated lubrification to wet his protected hardness. Pressing his head to your clit you moan as he tugs on your bottom lip. You press his head into your entrance lifting yourself on your tiptoes.

Steady and slowly, Jimin pushes in, thrusts himself into you, savoring the warmth that welcomes him, feeling your fluttering walls around him. His head falls back as throaty moans escape his lips, a new wave of your arousal coats the protection upon hearing the sound coming from the man in your arms.

Kissing his neck, you bask in the feeling of being rightfully full. Jimin has bottomed out on you, his thickness is just right, enough to feel a comfortable stretch. He rests his forehead on yours, his breath fanning across your face as he makes eye contact with you. The first thrust is shallow, more a roll of his hips than an actual trust.

The next movement half of his cock is pulled out before he pushes it back in, it’s a slow steady pace, you close your eyes concentrating on the feeling of him filling you up whenever he thrusts into you. Your clit lightly brushes against his skin. That warm fluffy feeling filling your body, growing inside of you.

Jimin’s moans are soft, matching yours, more like breathing against your neck. He is feeding himself without a rush. He is savoring how your walls take him, remembering how you felt on your first time. You were both inexperienced but even then, he felt just like the right fit for you.

Tentatively you roll your hips during his trust, the harder friction makes you gasp louder. Jimin’s soft lips whisper sweet nothings in your ear, encouraging you to keep going like that. Whispering your name, saying how good you feel. Your lips keep on calling for him, pleading him to not stop. And he doesn’t.

Trusting faster on you his body starts to gleam with sweat, the warmth inside you grows hotter, your walls tighter, as the waves of pleasure spread through your body, his moans grow louder just like your calls for his name. He presses you so hard against his chest that you think you’ll get tattooed on it. You can fill your bugging stomach against him every time he trusts in you.

You feel a tightness inside of you growing, as the waves of pleasure grow stronger, you roll your hips faster, chancing your high, his cock is moving faster, until they are gone.

You stumble as you open your eyes. There’s some noise outside but you can’t make it out too astonished by how Jimin just pulled out of you.

“What th-'' you try to question him. He’s clearly also fucked up and annoyed by his own interruption.

Jimin cut your words with a hard press of his lips on yours. “Turn around” when you don’t move, still annoyed, he turns you by your shoulders. “Look outside.” He instructs, stepping behind you, he uses his feet to part your legs widening your instance. You feel him aligning himself in your entrance once again. He trusts in, swiftly and all at once this time.

“Fuck” you moan loudly as his head caresses your sensitive spot. Looking outside you see people gathering at the balcony way too many floors below you.

Jimin presses his body on your back and you arch it so he can hit your spot over and over during each one of his trust. Placing your hands on the glass to not hit your face on it the cold glass brush over your hardened nipples sending shivers over your body. His index finger finds your swollen and neglected clit. With expertise Jimin pinches your bundle of nerves making you jump in place before starting to caress it.

The tightness upon your stomach is back and much tighter than before. The waves of pleasure wash over you making your body tremble. Your pussy clenches at each trust of his hips, your fingers try to grab at the glass at the same time your toes curl, something explodes inside of you, warm and full of different colors sending electricity all over your body, making colorful sparks shine behind your eyelids.

Jimin’s thrusts grow erratic, and he buries himself deep inside of you at the same time another explosion happens. The shocks of pleasure are still running over your body making your pussy flutter and pulse around him milking off his cum inside the condom.

His skin is sticking to yours, his lips brush your temple. “Happy new year, Y/n.”

You take his hand linking your fingers with his. “Happy new year, my love.”

His smile is full of teeth, you know that because you can see it reflected on the window in between explosions of fireworks. You two remain there connected and in each other’s arms until the explosions end. Jimin takes a step back, easing himself out of you, to what you let out a sad sigh. You can heat the indistinct noise of the condom being tied as you watch his round ass going inside the bathroom through the window.

You hear the sound of the toilet being flushed before the tap water runs. You turn around just in time to see Jimin walk out with a damp towel. In another silent agreement he cleans you up with the delicacy that only an angel could have. Once he is done the towel is thrown back into the bathroom, which now has the lights off.

Pulling you along with him, Jimin dresses a new pair of boxer briefs straight out of his suitcase and pulls one of his Be a good Human colorful oversized shit through your head, before guiding you to bed. He climbs in first, moving to the middle and pulling you to rest on his naked chest.

“What now?” You ask with your cheek on his chest, hand caressing his skin.

“We enjoy this moment.” He caresses your hair. “We sleep together, we wake up together.”

“Jimin-“ you call.

“Tomorrow, you dump that douchebag, how can he not even realize you were outside in the cold for so long?”

“Jimin.” You say again.

“We’ll wake up, make love again, take a shower or maybe a bath together, eat some delicious breakfast together, maybe have sex, or make love again… I haven’t decided. Then you’ll start to date me.” He says pressing his soft lips on your forehead. “Oh, and we’ll have New Year's dinner with my parents.”

“Jimin,” you laugh, lightly slapping his chest.

“What?”

“What are your New Year’s resolutions?” You ask looking up at him.

“Hm…” he hums thinking for a moment. “Show the world a better side of me, my unique color.” He nods to himself. “What about yours? Besides, try to freeze yourself outside earlier.”

“All of those things you just said. Wake up with you, have breakfast with you, make love, have sex, dump Seunghyun, have dinner with your parents, be by your side, supporting you. Knowing that I’m enough for you with all my flaws. That’s my resolution.” You say resting your chin on his chest looking at him.

There is a heart stopping smile that spreads through his lips, his kiss is soft and short, but you don’t mind. You have a lot of time for more, a whole new year for kisses and Jimin.

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[shigarakis-cumdump]

An Unhealthy Obsession- Shigaraki x reader

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Summary: Short yandere fic based off the song “An Unhealthy Obsession,” by The Blake Robinson Synth. Orchestra. 

Cw: yandere and stalker tendencies

Word count: 1.9k 

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Many people would call Shigarki the creepy type if they saw him on the street. Slouched over, face always buried in his phone with his hoodie covering the rest. He looked like your local creep who hung around popular stores and malls by himself. He would go to one mall in particular, even more so after he realized they had a Game Stop there. He would frequently go in to browse, and while he was checking out one day, he met you behind the counter.

“Will this be all?” you ask in your sweet customer service voice, with your head slightly tilted. Shigaraki froze in place. No one this pretty has ever talked to him before.

“Um, yeah, that’s all.” he says quickly, looking down to the ground while you're bagging his games.

“This one’s my favorite; I’ve been playing non-stop since it came out, have fun with it!” you say as you hand the bag back. And you play games? Could it get any more perfect?!

“Thanks,” he managed before walking out of the store and finding the closest bathroom. He locked the stall door and sat down. With his heartbeat in his cock, he couldn’t stop thinking of how innocent your voice sounded, and how pretty you looked. He decided from then on you were his next obsession.

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Shigaraki visited the store so often he learned your schedule. He would watch others make small talk with you, and it made him want to steal you for himself. His blood boiled when someone else would make you laugh. Soon enough, seeing you at your work wasn’t enough. He wanted to know more about you. So he followed you home one day. He kept his distance, being too scared of appearing creepy to people around him. You lived a few blocks away from him, who knew!This made it very easy for Shigaraki to stake out across the street and just watch you for hours. You always kept your windows open, maybe for the natural light? He appreciated it though; in his eyes, you left your blinds open for him. So he could watch as you dance around your room with your dog, and then relax and watch tv, hugging a pillow as you accidentally fall asleep. You were precious, and he realized all you wanted, all you needed, was someone like him to cuddle up into, to make sure you were safe. After all, there were too many creeps who could hurt you- he was just making sure they didn't get to you.

Shigaraki made it back to his place, but you never left his head. He went from sitting in the bushes, to sitting hunched over his desk, looking up your name on every search engine imaginable. “Bingo!” he says once he finds your socials. He scrolls down your page, seeing your stories about going to conventions earlier in the summer, spending time with your friends and- oh? What’s this? You were hugging a boy in this picture. Shigaraki zoomed in to get a good look at his face. “Why would you want a bastard like him?” he grunted angrily. He clicked on his profile and saw a post of you two eating at “your favorite restaurant” together for his birthday. The post was from the beginning of this year, so maybe you weren’t still with the guy. I mean Shigaraki didn’t see anyone while he was stalking you, which was a good sign.

Over time, his camera roll would fill up with screenshots of you off of your profile, shaky pictures he snapped of you while you were working, etc. He was in the store just when you worked now, because any other time he was following paces behind you to wherever your pretty feet were taking you. Stepping up to the counter with a few games, you began checking him out. His voice low and quiet as he asked, “Do you play games often?”

“Oh sure! Whenever I have free time, really. But lately I’ve been too busy. We should totally play together sometime!” you beam. Play together? He wanted to do a lot more than that .

“C-Cool, then I’ll see you through a screen next time,” Shigaraki scratches his neck awkwardly. You give him that practiced smile you show to all the customers. “Oh, what time do you get out?” he asks, and you give him a confused look. “S-so I know when to hop on! Just in case..” he drifts off, trying to keep cool. You tell him around 8, and he leaves. That’s perfect. Gives him just enough time to run some errands.

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Shigaraki went to the hardware store and got the smallest cameras he would find. He hurried over to your place, and prayed the key was still under the rug where you left it. And it was! He unlocked your door, and your small dog ran up to him, jumping on his leg. “You’re a friendly little guy, aren’t you?” he says, leaning down to pet the dog. Don’t get distracted ! He reminded himself. He began by setting a few cameras up in your room, one facing each corner. This gave him a perfect view of your bed, desk, and closet. While he was in there, he picked up a piece of thin red fabric off the ground. He inhaled deeply, to smell a sweet and salty scent. He shoved them into his pockets for later, and finished placing the cameras.

Back out in the living room, your dog was following him around. Shigaraki knelt down and gave him a pat. He read the dog's collar; apparently his name was Shiro. Cute. “You want something, Shiro? You need some food?” he asked, looking around for his dog dish. He found it and filled it up and then sat on the couch. He took your panties out of his pocket, giving them another whiff. The smell shot straight down to his groin, heating him up. He pulled his phone out and went to his album just for you and scrolled through the pictures. He loved you so dearly, and one day you would know just how much he cherished you. He played back the small interactions the two of you had, and all the memories you’d have together in the future. He palmed his hardening cock, head leaning back on the couch.

It was 6:30, he still had a few more hours before you were back. He revealed his dick from his sweatpants, his tip leaking pre. He put your red panties in his hand, and started to jerk himself off- the soft lace brushing against the underside of his dick. His breathing became hitched and sporadic at the thought of you underneath him making the same noises. No, he wasn’t experienced, but you would teach him everything he needed to know!

“Y/N… god you’re so tight..” he groaned. His hips thrusting up into you as you let out lewd noises for him. He grabbed your face and whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

“God please- fuck, I’m close, Shiggy!” you whined under him, twitching with your back arched and a tit in his mouth. The thoughts that filled his mind went directly to his cock. Shigaraki humped his hand, wishing it could be you, waiting for when it was you. Maybe you’d even fuck on this couch, who knows. He quickly finished and made sure to leave nothing behind before heading out and staking out behind the bushes again.

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You throw yourself on the couch as always, sitting where he sat just an hour ago. You made yourself some tea as you turned the tv on. It wasn’t too late, meaning Shigaraki could watch you for a bit.

A little later, you make yourself dinner. You take the trash out and leave it by the road. Shigaraki, being the weirdo he is, makes his way across the street, dangerously close to your front window, to snoop through your trash. There had to be something good in there. . He rummaged through your trash to find empty take out containers, some paper, and- chapstick? He wasn’t big on using it himself, but if it was yours, it was automatically going on his lips. He thought of it like an indirect kiss from his one and only. It had a taste of sweet strawberries, probably what you would taste like if he ever had the chance to kiss you. One day, he keeps telling himself. He pulls out his phone to check your room cameras and he sees you starting up your pc. Right! You asked to game with him earlier!  Shigaraki raced back home to load his game, praying he would find you in one of the local servers. There was FlameThrower2050 , TheRadicalDude , SuckItRight , and Shiro’sCloud online. You had to be the last one. He shot you a direct message, asking if you were up for a game, and you said yes. You actually said yes! Of course, you didn’t know it was him. You went into a private lobby and you turned on your headset. “Hey, can you hear me?” you asked innocently. Your pure voice went right through his heart. “Uh yeah, you sound great,” he blurts out. “Oh, Shigaraki?” you remembered his name?! This left him ecstatic. The game starts and you play a few rounds, Shigaraki being in heaven. You ended up beating him. In every. Single. Round. A bit embarrassing for him, but you laughed it off and didn’t make fun of him for it. Oddly, that stuck with him. You were so nice the whole time- he couldn’t wait to talk to you at work tomorrow!

It was getting late, which is why you had to go, which also meant Shigaraki got to watch you on the cameras. He pulled out his phone, switching to the view of your bed. You crawled in with just panties and an oversized shirt on, how cute. You scrolled on your phone for a little, until it dropped on your chest and you fell asleep. Your phone battery is gunna die, silly… Shigaraki thinks to himself. He could always go over and plug it in for you. No! That was too dangerous!! What if you wake up when he’s standing over you? Certainly that’s not a good impression to leave. He argues with himself for a bit before he’s out of the house, running down the street. His feet carry him all the way back to your place. He grabs the key and goes for the door. It was unlocked. You left it unlocked for him? How nice of you! He sneaks in and Shiro is quick to jump on him. Shiro took quite a liking to him. He tiptoed over to your room, looking at your sleeping body through the door crack. He opened the door slightly, going in and looming over you. He pried the phone from out of your hands and plugged it in for you. You would thank him later; tomorrow! When you’d see him next. Shigaraki zoned out, watching you sleep soundly for a good hour, stealing pictures of you while you were snoring, and getting a quick sniff of your hair. He had stayed there a lot longer than intended, the sun starting to rise. He snuck out of your room and locked the door on his way out.

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“Oh, hey!” Shigaraki hears your pleasant voice call out to him from the counter. “Last night was a lot of fun; how about we play again tonight?” you ask him. He immediately says yes, his heart doing flips in his chest. This was the start of something good.

[twinklelilstarkey]

Can I Maybe request a fight with mtkachuk but ends happy???

A/N: Of course. Hope you like it!

You and Matt had a fight. It honestly didn’t come as a surprise. The both of you were in a bad mood the whole day and all you wanted to do was stay home and be alone. And, well, that didn't happen. All because of your plans.

You had planned, weeks prior, with your friends to go have a big evening and dinner out together. The plan was purely for the enjoyment of everyone. It didn’t require a lot of moving or walking around or even driving, so, no complaining about that. It was just a big hang out in someone’s backyard, a late lunch while you talk about life, and, eventually, late at night, a drive to a restaurant to end the day and have the last group meal.

Again, it was supposed to be something light-hearted, but it didn’t take long for Matthew to get under your skin.

Even though the bad mood was from the both of you, he didn’t even care enough to fake a smile when to greet people. Oh, and you were pissed.

You sat beside him during the whole afternoon while he scrolled through his phone and ignored most conversation starters. You tried to overcompensate and be double as social as you normally are because of it.

By the time you got to dinner, it was safe to say: you were exhausted.

And Matthew? His phone had just died so he had nothing to do but actually talk to people. Your friends were nice enough to welcome the moody man into their group conversations but no matter how many pokes you gave his side or pinches on his arm, he just didn’t seem to understand what you wanted. Which was, of course, to be slightly nicer with everyone.

The drive home was complete hell. The first few minutes were just silent, yet as soon as you get to the first red light, a simple unnecessary comment from him and you just snapped.

You two screamed at one another the whole drive, and scream after scream, it surely just ended with you just hurting one another more and more with each sentence.

You remember flashes of the last minutes before getting inside the apartment. You remember slamming the door of his car, sobbing your way through the lobby of the building, and closing yourself in your shared bedroom to cry in peace.

Matthew stayed in the car for a while longer, he ignored the shivers that ran through him when you slammed the door and he heard you sob over the loud thump. He then just stared at the grey wall in front of him in the parking lot.

Minutes passed and you still hadn’t heard the front door reopen, yet you didn’t go to check on Matt. You continued laying over the sheets of your bed, with your wet cheeks and tight chest, as you stared and sobbed at the doors of your wardrobe.

Matt had actually gotten in the apartment already, but he was so silent with the door that he believes not even a ghost heard him walk in.

He took off his shoes and winter jacket, hanging it by the door. He then dragged his feet from the wooden floors of his home and made his way to the bedroom door.

His hand laid over the door handle and he stopped his movements when he heard another soft sob from the other side of the door. He lifted his hand and took a step back, staring at the dark door in silence.

He made you cry and he doesn’t know how to fix it.

Matthew closed his hand into a fist and let it fall to his side. He couldn’t just walk in there and act like what happened just didn’t. Right?

He brought his hand over his curls and brushed them back in frustration. His eyes drifted to the ground as he thought of a solution but nothing came to mind.

And with that, he decided to walk back to the other side of the house, to the living room, where he slept.

This morning, the first thing you did when you woke up was to quickly lay your hand over the opposite side of the bed. Cold. Your eyes opened slowly over the bright sunlight and you let out a groan.

You had a headache that was completely out of this world, almost as if you were with a hungover. But guess that’s what crying until you fall asleep gets you.

You forced yourself out of bed and quickly changed into some comfortable clothes - some shorts and one of Matt’s old shirts.

Now, when you're washing your face, as you look at yourself in the mirror, you tense up.

You didn’t hear Matthew come home, yesterday.

You, in light speed, turn off the water and dry your face with the towel. You walk out of the bathroom and bedroom and start making your way down the hallway.

The house is silent. Too silent.

As you reach the front door, you eye the hanger by it. His jacket is there, and so are his shoes, right under it. His keys are in the little platter on top of the table right at the entrance.

He’s home.

A sudden feeling of relief washes over you and you decide to make your way to the living room. And that’s where you find him. Sleeping on his side over the large couch.

You take silent steps over to him and notice the soft scowl over his features. You also notice that he didn’t change clothes, he’s still in his jeans and hoodie. Probably not very comfortable.

No matter how mad and sad you were yesterday, you didn’t want him to sleep on the couch, or even not go into the bedroom to get clothes. This room is the coldest of the apartment and the couch is only good for short naps. You can’t even imagine how much his back will hurt when he wakes up.

You walk closer to him and decide to not fight off your wishes. You crouch next to the couch and eye Matt’s sleeping form. You raise your hand and brush his curls back, away from his forehead.

He shifts slightly at your sudden touch, yet you don’t pull away. Your fingers play with the shorter hair on the sides of his head and your fingers then move to caress his temple.

No matter how much he hurt you yesterday, you still love him. You guys have known each other for years, it’s not your first fight, so, it’s not as painful as one would imagine it. At least not on the next day.

Your gaze shifts over to his phone on the side table next to the couch. You reach for it, and, yeah, still no battery. Without taking a second to think, you stand up back on your feet and go over to the charger by the TV.

While you’re connecting it to the charger, a voice breaks the silence in the room.

“What time is it?”

You quickly stand back on your feet and turn to Matthew, who is still laying down but is squinting at the light in the room.

“It’s early.” You tell me, “Probably around 9.”

He nods to let you know that he heard you and you finally force yourself to walk over to him again. Matthew opens his eyes when you stand in front of the light that was attacking him and he stares up at you in silence for just a few seconds before lifting his hand up at you. You take it hesitatingly and he pulls you closer to him. To lay with him.

Matthew turns on his side to open some space for you between him and the couch and you finally do as told. You, carefully and slowly, step over his legs on top of the couch and take a seat before finally laying.

Your faces are close to one another. Your back is glued to the couch and your chest to practically touching Matt’s, yet you don’t hesitate to look up at him.

“When did you come home?” You ask, still with your hand in his.

“Right after you did.” He tells you and you frown a bit, “I was just quiet.”

You nod understandably and feel him start to move his hand on yours. For a second you expect him to pull his hand away, but he does the opposite, he intertwines your fingers with his before letting your hands fall between you two.

“I’m sorry for yesterday.” He breaks the silence. “I was an ass and you didn’t deserve that.”

You give him a small smile and a little shake with your head as if to dismiss whatever had happened yesterday.

“I should’ve apologized right away, but I didn’t. I’m so sorry.” He says it again.

“I forgive you, Matty. Don’t worry about it.” You tell him with a soft tone.

“I have to worry.” He tells you, “You were crying, Y/N. I said so much stupid shit. To you and your friends.”

You let go of his hand and lay yours over his cheek.

“You’re forgiven.” You tell him while looking into his worried eyes, “Just- just don’t do it again.”

“I won’t.” He tells you, “I promise. I’m never going to be that much of an ass ever again.”

You smile at him and look down at his lips.

You can tell just by the look he’s giving you that he’s still beating himself for it, probably feeling like his apology wasn’t good enough. He has reacted like that before, in smaller arguments, and did end up apologizing to you for more than a week straight - even though you forgave him on the second day.

Sure, his apology is not the long romantic one that leaves a girl swooning at how good he is with words or makes a heart melt, but it’s good enough for you. For all the years you’ve known him, you can tell when he’s apologizing because he needs to and when he wants to. It’s all in his tone and his expression.

He means what he says, even though it’s not much. And just in case you still have a little voice in the back of your mind telling you that you forgave him too quickly, don’t you worry, because he is not done. Expect a minimum of 20 more “I’m sorry’s” just for the rest of the hour.

“Another thing.” You start and he nods quickly, “Please don’t ever sleep on this couch again. Just go sleep on the bed.”

“I didn’t want to make you more upse-”

“You wouldn’t.” You tell him, “Believe me.”

He nods understandingly and you finally land a kiss over his lips. It’s a simple peck, but it’s one that Matthew was dying to get. It relieves some of the pressure in his overthinking mind, and he felt right away. Even if it’s just temporary, it gives him some sort of comfort.

When you pull away and give him a soft grin, his eyes stare back at you lovingly.

“I love you.” He whispers at you. “I’m sorry.”

Your grin stretches into a smile and you give him a very quick kiss.

Here we go.

“Love you too, Matty.” You tell him.

Hope this is good!! I’m kinda worried that this is too rushed but sometimes I just really don’t know how to make it better.

[pumpkinpot]

MHA at a CON or FEST

Hi, so over the last couple day I have been going to the local Fan-con in my state and I was curious while there what some of the MHA characters would be like as panel or meet and greet guests and you as a vendor. 

Hawks- He is a fan favorite. For him I’d imagine the tickets to meet him would sell out almost immediately and if someone was lucky to catch one late, it would likely be from a peddler outside the stadium. He is so good with his fans very professional in his hero costume, taking pictures and signing things. (he kind of has to be.) As sort of a subliminal messaging thing, he’d keep some of your merch just strewn on his table, like it was just left there and would send feathers to you periodically throughout the day to let you know he’s thinking about you, or has some major tea about a crazed fan. You’ll know which depending on the frantic-ness of the delivery. 

Mirkou- She is so unashamed about her nerdiness. You cannot convince me you two don’t ren and, "women with swords" is her aesthetic. So don’t expect her in her hero costume. Not the one she actually works in at least. Her meet and greet costume is a modified knight-core version with chainmail and leather. She had a special bit of her armor etched with a little symbol of your two’s design. like a crest of your love... lol... nerds.... Preferably she can see your table from where she is, so she can point you out as her (royal title). “for I am their knight, and they are my Queen/King” is what she says all Stokely. Don’t expect to much professionalism from her, she’s too excited.  

Aizawa- How TF someone got him to do a meet and greet is beyond me, but he’s not happy about it. Its too loud, too crowded and he’s often asking himself why this big of an event is important to hero work and if its safe to have so many heroes in one place. (its a pretty big target.) But he’s amiable enough. He does it mostly because some of his students are there and so are you. At first he’s rather fitful, but when a little kid hands him a picture of a kitten drawn by them he softens. Its a complete coincidence he became the children's favorite. Parents wondering why their child chose a homely gremlin over Hawks. When he has any time free he’s watching you wow people with your own products just in awe of your passion, but behind that is a small excitement building for the epic sleep that yall are having tonight after such an involved day. 

Bakugou- You cannot convince me he isn’t into this. For a couple reasons. One he gets to show off a little bit. I feel like the Bakugou that would get big enough to have a meet and greet is not the “I’m better than everyone,” guy we’re used to, but he does like the idea of seeing what kinds of people flock to him. It’s def not what he expected. Book nerds, and introverts. If you’d have told him that was his fan base, he’d have laughed in your face, but now that he’s seeing it with his own eyes the pieces start to click. its very “every Hufflepuff needs a Slytherin” vibe. (though I don’t think Bakugou is a Slytherin, different post different time.) He actually begins to enjoy the time. Its not as loud as the other panels despite the doubled mass at his stand. When he has any time away from the greet table he’s with you, checking out the food truck district. of course their is a radius so he’s not swarmed, but he does tip the staff really really well.

Midoryia- Despite going to so many cons for Allmight stuff when faced with his own booth, and seeing his own fan art, Midoryia becomes very, very overwhelmed. This results in a lot of check ins with you and sloppy smiled pictures. It’s not that he tries to be awkward, but people constantly telling him how much they love him makes him wonder if he ever became so overbearing to his mentor. After a while you make some arrangements to move your booth into veiw of his and after that, his demeanor completely changes. Not having to stare at the art booth with only his face in various mediums staring back at him, but you with your passion sprawled out across a table and your friendly smile. It gives him courage to relax a little. Overall he’ll only do those kinds of events if you are there. If you’re not public with your relationship, how long will it take the public to realize you’re always so close?

Ochako- Baby girl is eating it up! Not because of the crowd per say, but because of the smiles. She’s had to use her quirk to save lives so many times, I could see her floating peoples hair and floating up to make funny faces behind people in photos. Her and some of the other hero's decided to get in on a corner of the meet and greets together so they can interact with fans together. (photobombing each others pics and such.) When she has the time she’ll sneak off to you with a churro in each hand with a social battery check in and a mandatory water check. If you’re feeling drained she’ll ask one of her assistants to watch your booth while she floats you both somewhere to watch the crowd from above.  

Mina- She is too hype for the occasion. Her and Ochako def got a space near each other. She goes above and beyond for her fans, decorating her whole booth in flower vines and twinkle lights. she did it for the gram for sure. She is great with her people and loves to ask them actual questions when they meet her. “how are you really babydoll?”, “tell me about your day.” and is the queen of complements. when she’s on break she’s with you hyping up your booth to anyone within hearing distance. “hey! have you all seen how amazing my love is?!” she def is out here to do the most in the best way.

Kirishima- Baby boy is nervous. He’ll never admit it if not forced, but he’s never been to an event like this, as a guest or greeter and the sheer magnitude of it all is.. daunting. It isn’t until he sits down and actually people watches the line of fans ready to meet him does he calm down. specifically a little boy with foam hands of his signature fist to fist in hardened mode. (Like the Thanos gauntlet you can buy at walmart) The kid was so excited to meet his favorite “shark” and it was that day that Kiri saw how far that comparison (him to a shark) actually went. He overall realizes his fan base is mostly made up of people like him. People who didn’t feel like they had the right bits in their bones to fit into society. He loved being that oddball for them. At lunch he sneaks away with you to eat junky foods hidden in an empty stage room or somewhere secluded. He’s got so many stories about so many cool people and keeps a copy of the pictures of his favorite fans for himself. to remind him why he does what he does. 

[differentkettleoffishalltogether]

A Fool of Me

A/N: Hey guys! This one’s a request from @peachylemasters​. I hope I did it justice, I had to tweak some details to fit the plot but I think I hit all the notes. If you like this and wanna read some more of my stuff check out my Masterlist, or my series, I’m On Fire.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: When Spencer runs into a toxic ex-girlfriend at an event a kind receptionist saves him from himself.

Category: Equal doses of smut, angst, and fluff

Warnings/Includes: smut, graphic descriptions of sexual acts, unprotected sex, semi-rough sex, spanking, alcohol consumption, brief descriptions of panic/stress, please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!

Word count: 4.7k 

Request: “Hey good morning or afternoon I heard you were taking requests. I thought of an idea we're Spencer Reid goes to a party and meets his ex. Things start off smooth and knows if he goes back to her, he will revisited bad and the good moments he had with her. Until a hostess see's Spencer going insane because he's talking to his ex. She helps him out and they start to know each other. Things get out of hands between them. So that was an idea. Don't know if I made it confusing. Have a great day✨❤”

   Spencer had had enough socializing for one day. It was enough that he had to attend panels all day, which really, he didn’t mind that part. He just hated having all the conversations afterward.

So his battery was really draining by the time the post-convention event was supposed to take place in the hotel’s ballroom. It was supposed to be a time for all of the people who’d spent the whole weekend working to finally blow off some steam. Have some non-work related conversations.

But Spencer hated parties. He didn’t like being surrounded by so many people, or having to have the same little nothing conversations over and over all evening. At least he was put up in a hotel this time around so he could retreat to the quiet of his room for a little while in the middle of the day, but that could only last so long.

She’s the very first thing he notices as he walks through the doors to the ballroom. Rachel. Perched on a high stool at the bar, hair cascading down her back, in perfect contrast to her dress. It was red and hugged her perfectly, like it always did. He’d seen her in it before a few times, he knew it made her feel confident.

He has no idea if he wants to talk to her, part of him wants to race over and give her his room key without a word. The other wants to turn on his heel immediately and bolt out of there. But he doesn't get to make the decision, she’s spotted him in the doorway and is more sure of herself. Beckoning him over with a wave.

He takes the stool next to her, and already he doesn’t feel great about it. She had this way of bewitching him, over and over he’d end up lying next to her in bed and waking up to an empty space in the morning. They couldn’t seem to keep their distance for very long.

When he sits she’s already ordered him a drink, and it’s his usual, and he hates that she remembered it. Or he hates that he likes the way it makes him feel warm inside. That it wasn’t just him who held onto some of their shared memories. So he takes a sip.

—

It’s been a slow night on the reception desk, so when Y/N sees him walking down the staircase into the lobby she can’t help but gawk. His suit is navy and impeccable, it fits him so snug on the shoulders that it must’ve been made for him. Which is a funny juxtaposition next to his hair which looks like he ran his fingers through it at best, curly, and unruly on top of his head. But it suits him.

She follows him with her eyes from her perch at the desk, watching him until he stops abruptly at the doorway to the ballroom. There’s a swarm of people gathered inside so maybe he was just the kind of person who was nervous around crowds. But that doesn’t feel right, the look on his face is all together terrified until it softens and he walks inside.

She has to move along the desk a little so she can see where he ends up once he makes it inside. And of course he’s next to a woman, a beautiful one too, in a tight dress. So that solves the mystery of why he looked so nervous. But that does little to actually satiate her desire to keep her eyes on him. On them.

Something doesn’t feel right about it, as thought it might not even be a date, like maybe this guy really didn’t want to be there. It must’ve been the way he looked at her, or the way he sat so awkwardly in his seat, his body language betraying him.

—

Spencer lets himself take her in for a moment, his eyes raking up and down her figure as she takes a prolonged sip from her wine glass. She might actually look better than the last time he’d seen her.

It had been a whole year. And they’d already been broken up, and back together, and broken up a few times over at that point. So it really was his fault that it happened again, they’d slept together, and she’d promised him more, and left him again. Like always.

He knew, he really did, deep down he knew she was bad for him. But she was magnetic.

“Do you like my dress Spence?” she asks, sultry and smooth. And she already knows he does, he’s told her before.

“You look very nice” he tries not to give too much away.

“I seem to recall you thinking I looked a hell of a lot more than nice in this dress?” she leans in a little as she speaks and it makes his heart flutter in his chest. But it somehow makes his stomach drop in the same instant. She turns her body towards his completely. Leaning in even closer now, and she puts her hand on his fucking thigh, and for a second he forgets how to breathe entirely.

“As a matter of fact” she coos, “I think I remember you telling me to keep it on while you fucked me, what was it, a year ago now?”

“372 days” is all he can force out. And he wants to lean into her touch, he wants to melt into her, let her do whatever she wants with him for as long as she wants to. But he knows it’ll just break him all over again. He wants to pull away but he just can’t, and he’s absolutely transfixed on her fingers squeezing his leg when they’re interrupted.

“Sorry, are you Dr. Spencer Reid?” the woman enquires, glancing at his little hand written name tag. He just forces a meek nod, “There’s a call for you if you want to follow me?” she motions for him to stand up and so he does, pulling himself from Rachel’s grip.

His immediate feeling is of overwhelming relief. He knew he was out of his depth from the moment he’d sat down. He was silently thankful for whatever case was about to whisk him away from this stupid convention.

He followed behind the woman, she led him out of the ballroom and down a quiet hotel hallway until she just stopped in her tracks in the middle of it, leaning against the wall. He could only look at her confused.

“The uh? The phone?” he tries to ask.

“Sorry,” she forces out a deep breath, “there actually wasn’t any call, I could tell— you looked like you needed some help?” she chances, “I’m really sorry if I overstepped, or misread that”

He lets out a huge sigh of relief, “Oh thank god”

“So I read it right?” she asks, relaxing against the wall now.

“So so right, you’ve got no idea” the relief only lasts for another moment before his eyes blow wide and he starts to pace frantically in the hallway.

“Dr. Reid? Are you okay? What’s going on?” she asks, trying to decipher his sharp change in mood. He starts to breathe in short panicked bursts and he seems like he’s really about to freak out again. She ushers him to take a seat in one of the plush armchairs that litters the hallway. So he does, and he immediately braces his head between his knees.

“Can I ask what’s wrong? Do you want me to get you some water?” He just shakes his head, his breathing unsteady and ragged, she recognizes it well.

“Spencer” She says it firm and commanding to get his attention, but soft enough not to startle him, “I want you to breathe in through your nose for me, we’re gonna do that for 4 seconds” she counts down for him, “now hold that breath for 7 seconds” she counts again, soft and slow, “then I want you to breathe all of that out through your mouth this time, and we’re gonna do that for 8 seconds.” He sits up straight and nods at her.

She counts out the cycle for him again and again until Spencer can feel his heart rate fall, settling into a steady rhythm of breathing until he feels calm again. And in this state he can finally take a good look at this girl. She’s crouched down next to him as he sits, with one of her hands resting against his knee. And instead of earlier, her hand feels comforting, grounding. It feels nice in an entirely different way than Rachel’s hand.

He looks down at the little gold name tag pinned to the lapel of her dress.

“Thank you Y/N” he says softly, and she smiles up at him.

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” she tries again, gentle, not prying, just hoping.

“I left my jacket in there” he rubs his eyes with his hands like he’s in pain, “It’s got my phone and my wallet, but I can’t go back in there. If I go back she’ll suck me in again and I don’t want— I can’t!” she tries to soothe him, gently moving her hand along his leg.

“Don’t worry about that” she encourages, “Have you got your room key?” He quickly fumbles and pulls it out of the pocket of his slacks, and nods, awaiting further instruction.

“What room are you in?”

“407?”

“Great, you go on up, splash some cold water on your face and relax. I’m going to go get your stuff. I’ll tell that woman that you had an emergency and had to leave. Then I can can bring your jacket up to you. No problem” she says it like it’s obvious, and Spencer can barely contain his relief, all of the tension leaving his shoulders.

“Are you sure?” he asks,

“Positive” she confirms with a soft smile and a pat on his shoulder as she stands up.

—

Once Y/N’s confident he’s making his way back up stairs she heads straight to the ballroom. Now that she’s actually about to talk to this woman she’s nervous.

“Sorry ma’am” she starts, and the woman turns to look at her, and she’s so intimidatingly beautiful up this close, “your friend had an emergency and he’s got to leave. He asked me to send you his apologies.” her perfect face falls, unable to hide her disappointment. Y/N takes his jacket off the back of the chair and drapes it over her arm.

“Can you give him a message for me?” the woman asks, gripping Y/N by the elbow just as she makes her move to leave, she nods politely.

“Just tell him that I’ll get him next time” she says it like it’s some inside joke he’ll understand, but Y/N knows what she means and it honestly makes her feel a little sick. As she walks away she’s already decided she’s not going to tell Spencer anything.

—

Spencer’s been pacing around his room for the last 17 minutes. Y/N shouldn’t be taking this long, he wasn’t entirely sure why but he was getting himself worried again, working himself up over nothing. But his body relaxed when he heard a soft knock against the door, he all but sprinted over to open it. To her standing right there, his jacket draped over one arm and a room service platter gripped in her hands.

“Thank you” he exhales, pulling open the door so that she can could walk inside and leave both items down on the bed. He points to the platter, its contents covered by a large silver dome. “What’s…” he’s not really sure what to ask.

“I hope you don’t mind, I stopped by the kitchen on my way up, thought you might like some comfort food?” as she explains she pulls the dome off the tray, showing him the plethora of desert she’d taken from the kitchen.

“There was no need” he starts but she cuts him off.

“Nonsense! The guys in the kitchen don’t mind. If there’s nothing you like here I can have something else sent up?” she says it in a polished ‘customer service voice’, sickly sweet. And all of a sudden he feels a little silly that he hadn’t noticed it sooner. She was just a good employee, going the extra mile for a customer. This wasn’t about him.

“No, god no. You’ve done plenty already, and besides, I’m sure you’ve got to get back to work?” he tries to give her an out as they stand awkwardly looking at each other.

“Actually I’m good, I wont be missed” she begins but stops her train of thought, of course this was overstepping, she was probably freaking him out, “But you probably want to relax, I’ll get out of your hair” she nods politely and starts to make her way back to the door.

“Unless” it rushes out of him and he's not sure where it really came from, “When your shift’s over would you maybe want to— This is an awful lot of food—“ he just gives up on his original sentence and tries it all over again, “When’s your shift over?” her asks plainly and it startles her. But she can’t really do much to contain the grin that spreads across her cheeks.

“What time is it now?” she asks, pointing to the watch on his wrist.

“Uh, 11:43pm?” he offers.

“So 43 minutes ago” she feels silly saying it out loud now. That she’d gotten carried away watching him while she waited for her co-worker to take over the desk, and she just couldn’t stop herself from intervening the second her shift was over. But he doesn’t look freaked out by her admission, he looks genuinely happy for the first time since she’d laid eyes on him.

“You— You’ve been off this whole time?”

She gives him a little nod, bashful, “You looked like you needed help” she shrugs, trying to play it off.

“But I— You should’ve gone home, I would’ve been okay” no sooner does he get the words out than he realizes they’re a blatant lie, “That’s not true” he confesses, “If you’d’ve gone home I’d probably have already made so many stupid decisions by now and I’d be having my heart broken as we speak”

“Would you maybe want me to stay with you for a bit? Just to make sure you don’t go doing anything stupid?” she asks sultry, and it’s the first time she’s overtly flirted all night. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise as he nods wholeheartedly.

Admittedly he knows that if Y/N stays he’ll probably just make a different kind of stupid mistake, but he can allow himself this one.

“I’d like that a lot”

—

They sit cross legged on his bed for a while, sharing a slice of chocolate cake. Spencer had started trying to explain what his relationship with Rachel had been like but decided against it. She wasn't going to get to ruin any more of this night than she already had. Instead he changes focus in the only way he knows how.

“Did you know that chocolate can actually affect your mood significantly?” he says as she scoops a forkful of cake off the plate between them, “A key chemical in cacao stimulates the brains level of naturally occurring endorphins and increases the production of serotonin?”

She chews thoughtfully for a moment, “So that’s why cake makes me feel so good?” and he giggles, nodding enthusiastically, “Got any more genius?” she asks with a grin.

“Did you know that chocolate contains the amino acid L-arginine which can be an effective natural sex enhancer for both men and women?” he can already feel his face start to flush, why did he start saying this, “It increases nitric oxide and promotes blood flow to the sexual organs” he finishes the thought and feels like crawling in a hole.

She’s got no idea if he’s just passionate about facts and chocolate, or if this is just his version of putting on the moves, but what has she really go to lose here. So she takes the opening.

“You got me.” she says with a coy smile, “That was actually my plan all along, to ply you with chocolate” she scoops some of the chocolate icing from the top of the cake with her fingertip, popping it in-between her lips and sucking it off slowly, deliberately. She looks over at him and his eyes are fixed on her lips and the finger caught between them. When she removes it to talk she feels confident that she’s got his attention now.

“Did it work?” she almost moans it and his breathing pretty much stops.

Working on instinct he moves his body so that he’s right next to her, leaning right in, and he presses his lips to hers. She opens them right away and he can taste the chocolate that’s lingering on her tongue and it’s perfect.

It doesn’t last for long, but when they break apart she picks up the plate between them and places it safely on the nightstand. With the bed clear she sits up on her knees so she can move closer to Spencer, throwing her legs either side of his and straddling his lap. The skirt of her dress hiking up in the process to expose the smooth skin of her thighs.

Spencer’s hands fly straight down to them automatically, digging his nails in and pulling her closer, further up his lap. Her hands end up tangled in that perfectly messy hair of his, making it worse, but even more perfect at the same time.

They stay tangled like that for a while, grinding against one another, mouths moving frantically, hands squeezing, pulling. Desperately seeking contact.

It’s when she can feel him start to get hard beneath her that his mood seems to shift, changing his position so that he can flip her over completely. Laying her flat on her back on the bed, one of his hands pinning both of hers above her head as his other hand moves up the hem of her skirt. Inching further and further until he reached her panties, grazing the damp patch between her thighs.

“Fuck Spencer” she moans out at the contact, encouraging him, and he seems to appreciate it. His mouth attaching to her neck, sucking and biting in an attempt to leave his mark on her.

He lets up a few moments later, releasing her hands mostly so that he could begin to undo the buttons along the front of her dress, taking his time to unfasten each and every one of them so that it would fall open, exposing her to him.

“You’re so beautiful” he moans out, his hands starting to roam along all bare skin he could see. And she could feel every little touch, but she needed to see him, to touch him too. So she sat up as best as she could and began to undo the buttons of Spencer’s dress shirt. With his help they were both lying on the bed together in nothing but their underwear. Lips ferociously working against one another yet again.

“What do you like Spencer?” it comes out as a breathy moan when she can finally remove her lips from his for a second, “What do you want?”

He’s caught of guard by the question, Rachel never cared what he wanted. He looks down at her, the erratic rise and fall of her chest, the way her lips were slick and a little swollen, and the pure kindness behind her eyes. For a second he thought he might be in love already, but he knew that was silly. He had to think for a moment before he found the answer.

“Control” it escapes him before he realizes why. He’s never had it before, not in his love life, not in his sex life. But now, now he feels safe enough to ask.

“You want to be in charge?” she asks and he nods his head in confirmation.

“Okay” she smiles, “So tell me what to do” her eyes lock on his and he swears he can feel his heartbeat all over his entire body.

“Turn over” is the first thing he thinks of, and so she does.

Flipping over beneath him, her face tilted sideways so he can still see her as she lays on her front on top of the crisp white linen. He plants a soft kiss at the base of her neck and slowly snakes down along her spine, coming to a stop around her hips. He places his hands either side of her, gripping her hips with probably more force than necessary.

“Up” it’s just shy of a growl, and she complies, lifting her hips up off the bed, bending her knees beneath her. “No” he breathes out against her ear, “Just your hips” she adjusts her position a little and can hold it just long enough for him to slide one of the fluffy hotel pillows into the gap between her and the bed. Tilting her hips ever so slightly. “Perfect” he groans right against her ear.

He continues to move back down her body, once he reaches the swell of her ass this time though he grabs it roughly, his nails scratching the delicate skin as he paws at her. She can’t keep her moan contained as it rushes out of her.

“You like that?” he asks, his voice absolutely dripping with lust.

“Uh huh” she whines into the pillows. He takes that as a sign of encouragement, taking his hand off her before coming down swiftly on her ass cheek, she could feel the heat of it right away, the sharp sting of pain it left behind felt way better than it had any right to.

“Ah fuck” her moan rips through her without warning, so he does it again, a little harsher this time. And the noise echos throughout the room, followed by the filthiest moan Spencer’s ever heard in his life. It gets a little muffled in the pillows but he can still hear it.

“Harder” she lets out, and it’s such a small little voice.

“What was that Y/N?” he teases, leaning over her grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her face out of the pillows with it.

“Ah, harder, please” she begs this time and it makes him feel so, so good.

He returns to his position behind her again, raising his palm and letting it come down again in the exact same place where a raised handprint was starting to form already. The noises that escape her are pornographic and he had no idea his cock could even be this hard.

He takes some time to remove her panties, hooking his fingers into them on either side and peeling them down along her legs. The first thing he sees is how incredibly wet she is, dripping down the inside of her legs already.

“Oh you really liked that” he teases, “You’re fucking soaking wet from just a little spanking” she whines beneath him.

“Want you so bad” is all she can manage to say. He moves her legs a little further apart fully opening her up to him and he bites his lip at the picture in front of him. Taking two of his fingers he brings them right to her entrance, sinking them in slowly, curving them against her walls as he works in and out of her at an agonizing pace.

“Fuck, Spencer, oh my god” her breathing is frantic already as she squirms from the stimulation.

“Good girl, you think you’re ready to take my cock?” he asks, pushing in a third finger as deep at they’ll go, her back arches into his touch, forcing her ass further up against him.

“Yes, Spencer! Please!” she rasps as he drifts his thumb over her swollen clit.

“Okay baby” he pulls his fingers out of her, leaning forward again he brings his fingers up to her, and hooks them into her mouth, pulling her face up out of the pillows so he can hear her little whines. She sucks on the fingers in her mouth, tasting herself on them and at the same time she can feel Spencer’s cock pressed up against her ass.

Once she lets his fingers go he’s bracing himself above her, an arm either side of her torso, and his legs between hers. He takes some time to line up properly, before teasing at her entrance. When she’s practically begging beneath him he sinks in slowly.

“Spencer” she moans out uncontrollably. He’s not even fully inside of her yet and already she feels full.

“So fucking tight, so wet for me Y/N” he gasps, the feeling of her warm and clenching around him is almost too much. After she’s gotten used to the feeling of him he starts to pick up the pace, each thrust deep and deliberate, hitting right against her walls every single time.

She’s nearly crying at the stimulation, getting fucked into the bed, his cock pushing into her impossibly deep each time, hitting spots she didn’t even know she had. And there’s the added pleasure of the way his hips slam right up against her bruised ass each time he thrusts into her that just makes it all the sweeter.

She can tell he’s getting close now, by the way his movements are growing faster and a little less controlled by the second. But she wasn’t far off either, she couldn’t take much more.

“So close Spencer, feels so fucking good” she mumbles out.

And then the does the unexpected he changes his position, leaning down closer, so he was nearly flush against her back, almost pinning her down with his weight but not quite. The angle he hits her from now is definitely something new, she’s pretty sure he’s hitting right against her g-spot with every motion and she can’t contain herself now.

“Fuck! Spencer! Gonna cum” she’s pretty much screaming into the pillows and he continues to fuck into her. He’s releasing himself a moment later, his head coming to rest on her shoulder as he spills inside of her. Riding it out for another moment to two.

They stay like that for a little while, collapsed in a heap on top of one another, completely spent. When he does pull out he’s so careful, making sure she’s comfortable, racing to the bathroom to grab a washcloth and whatever lotion the hotel had.

He takes some time to clean her up before any of the mess they’ve made can dry between her legs. Then he takes some of the lotion and smooths it gently on the skin of her backside, taking care not to irritate it. He puts on a fresh pair of briefs and grabs her a t-shirt from his suitcase for her to sleep in, and her heart softens at the gesture.

When they both snuggle up under the covers, completely exhausted, she takes him in her arms, cuddling up to his back and spooning him. He needed to feel in control earlier, but she could tell what he needed now was comfort, safety, and reassurance that she wouldn’t be gone in the morning.

“Spencer?” she whispers against his ear,

“Y/N?” he responds in kind.

“Are you free for breakfast tomorrow?” she asks, and he knows she can’t see it with his back turned but he can’t contain the sleepy smile that he breaks out in. He’s only known this girl for a few hours and she was able to read him like a book.

“Absolutely”

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[quietmyfearswith]

obssessed ; preferences

warnings — stalking, nonconsensual location/location tracking, obsessive behaviors, manipulation, knife, mentions of killing someone (no actual murder)

characters — dark!andy barber, dark!steve rogers, dark!ransom drysdale, dark!bucky barnes, dark!clark kent, dark!syverson, dark!august walker

a/n — THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH DARK THEMES,, dni if youre not 18+,, just a thought that played around in my mind so yeah. lmk what you think!

their love language | with their little | when you’re insecure | slipping into little space | fussy | happy hoelidays | cartoons

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To celebrate the case they won they held a little party at the office; though Andy wasn’t in a celebratory mood. With his hand clasped together against his lips, his eyes were watching closely his phone screen as he was awaiting a text from his beloved girlfriend who promised to be here. “Hey Andy, we’re popping the champagne already; are you joining us?” Tearing his attention away from the device, he smiled a bit as he told them, “I will once Y/N comes over.”  Tess, the assistant who invited him, chuckled a bit before leaving him alone in his office, “Staring at the phone won’t make her come over any quicker you know?” It was something they never really confronted Andy about — almost everyone at the office noticed how he had a firm grip around the girl, but no one dared to question or comment about it because they know how the skilled lawyer would come after them once they do — but silently they understood that if you spoke, let alone looked at her, badly it wouldn’t end well for everyone.

As the door shut once Tess walked away, his intense gaze returned once again to the mobile phone as he awaits a response from his girl. “Baby! I’m here now,” Snapping his head to the source of the sound, he immediately stood up and hugged Y/N as he let out a relieved sigh. “Where were you? And most importantly why didn’t you answer my text or return my calls hm?” Rolling her eyes with how her boyfriend was grilling her as if she was one of the witnesses he had on his case she apologized, “I’m sorry, baby. I got held up at the salon because my mani took longer than expected,” Her manicured nails then raised her phone to show how even as she pressed the button it wouldn’t turn on, “And my phone ran out of battery.” Wrapping an arm around her, he removed her bag and left it by the coat hanger and guided them to where the party was. “I’m gonna buy you a portable charger, baby; that way you won’t ever run out.” Innocently, she smiled and thanked him with a kiss on the lips before saying hello to his colleagues whom she got along well. That way the tracker I put on your phone will always be turned on, he deviously thought to himself as he sipped some of his champagne.

“Another long day huh?” August asked as he peeked his head around Y/N’s cubicle. It was quite odd to say the least — a field agent of his caliber not having his own office instead opting for a cubicle beside one of CIA’s lanky desk jockey? It was one of the questions she asked the infamous Hammer as he settled on the office cubicle beside hers, “Why settle for a tiny office station?” She asked to which he chuckled at as he explained, “Half the year I’m somewhere around the world; so what’s the point of having a big office if I don’t enjoy it all year round?” It was a good, solid point — one she so easily believed without a second thought — but unfortunately it was all a lie. Ever since Walker saw her once at a meeting Sloane held, he was hooked. Initially it was just her beauty and energy, but as he got to know her more he fell for who and what she was. “Yeah, I might need to stay a bit longer than usual,” She replied as she lifted the files she held, pinning the blame on the current target that needed to be researched on. “How ‘bout some coffee then?” Ears ringing with joy at his offer, she looked at him with an appreciative look as she nodded. Chuckling at her reaction, he stood up and trodden over the pantry. Installing surveillance devices on her work computer and cameras around her desk paid off since it allowed him to know everything there is to discover about her — her favorite artists, pet peeves, how she liked her coffee, home address, mobile phone number, even her social security number!

“How’d you know how I like my coffee?” She asked after taking a sip of the hot beverage; with a smile he shrugs as he pretends to get back to the work on his computer, “Well it was just a wild guess.” In her mind however, she did find her tastes to be quite basic and didn’t doubt August which was a relief to the field agent. “I think I’ll be going home now,” She announced as she shut off her computer and began to clean up her desk. “Need a ride home?” He knew she did, since he overheard her talking to a mechanic earlier that day about a defect her car suddenly had, “Yeah I do actually, but I wouldn't want to hassle you.” Quickly putting on his brown coat, he was standing up as he fished his keys out, “Nonsense! I don’t mind helping a colleague out.” Conceding, she took up his generous offer with a smile. As they were making an easy-going conversation, Y/N gave her address; but what she didn’t know is that not only did August know by heart where she lived, but he had also paid her house a visit multiple times in the past.

With an arm draped around her shoulder, Bucky and Y/N walked around the farmer’s market; the latter whined endlessly to her boyfriend how she wanted to buy some products. And though the thought of going out in the crowds wasn’t at all appealing to him, the need to make her smile made him go anyway. Leading him up to the different stalls, the former Winter Soldier couldn’t help but chuckle at how she would coo and be all excited for the different groceries, clothes, and figurines. “Slow down, doll. The market’s not going anywhere,” Bucky told her as he tailed behind her as he carried over 10 different bags filled with her purchases. It wouldn’t normally be a problem for him to look after her, but as the path became filled with people and him being preoccupied with the bags he held made him unable to keep a grip on her. With worried, drifting eyes, he was searching for his girlfriend who seemed to have blended right up with the bustling crowds, “Y/N? Doll? Where are you?” 

Setting the bags down on a vacant table, he then spotted her standing by a stall that sold her favorite food. His relieved smile was soon being replaced with a scowl as she was talking and laughing with another man. Whipping out the knife he kept on the pocket of his jeans, he was ready to torture the man. But as Y/N turned to him with a wide smile, it had him hiding the knife out of her sight, “Bucky! Look it’s Sam, my cousin!” Upon her introducing who the man was, the knife that was hidden was being kept back into its original hiding spot before he shook hands with the man, “Oh! Nice meeting you same, I’m Y/N’s boyfriend.” As they shook hands Sam had given them both a look as he sassed, “I know who you are! This one,” He referred to Y/N by pinching her side as she smacked his hand and giggled, “Won’t stop gushing about you every time we talk.” Seeing how she was clinging to his metal arm as she nuzzled her cheek to his side was all the confirmation Bucky needed; Sam then excused himself, “Well you got to swing by one of our family gatherings, yeah Bucky?” Nodding, they all exchanged farewells before the couple headed to the table where their bags still were — thankfully not stolen. “You shouldn’t have run off like that, doll. Got me real worried for a second,” He gently scolded her with a stern look. Pouting, she defended herself, “I’m sorry, Bucky! I just saw these cute little mason jars, but they were too expensive so I walked away. Then I smelt something delicious so I followed it and it turned out it was my favorite food; but Sam was there so I chatted with him instead.” Ending her enthusiastic breakdown of events with a sweet peck on the lips, he told her, “Doll you know that I would have bought you anything your sweet heart wanted. Just don’t go anywhere without me okay?”

The soft ping on his phone made Jensen pause his movements as he was selecting  a movie that you both would watch; eyebrow raising when he noticed that a certain “Steve” was texting you. Opening the text through the software he installed on both your phones allowed him to see every activity you do on your phone — but it wasn’t the only feature it had for it also allowed him to change the texts, emails, and other settings on her phone. A frown graced his handsome features as he read the text, “ Hey Y/N I can squeeze you in on Thursday, at 3pm. Are you free by then?” Displeased, he then sent a text to the guy saying how his assistance wouldn’t be needed any more. And he edited the text Steve sent her to make it seem that it was Steve that texted how he could no longer accommodate her. “Got some chips and chocolates!”

Her excited voice brought his attention from his phone screen to her excited face as she plopped herself beside him. “Thanks, babe,” Kissing her forehead, he sneakily looked over to where she was unlocking her phone and reading the text; noticing how she pouted he inquired, “What's wrong, babe?” Snuggling up to his side after sending a reply, she explained, “Steve said he can’t meet up with me anymore.” As he was rubbing her back, he faked the symphony, “Aw that’s too bad; why did you even need to meet up with Steve anyway?” She did not pick up on the faint hints of darkness on his tone, “He was my dentist! He was going to determine whether I need to have surgery for my tooth, remember?” At the revelation of who Steve really was, the  communications and technology expert felt slightly guilty but he was quick to reassure her, “Don’t worry baby I know a dentist who can help you.” Feeling her hum appreciatively against him, she planted a kiss on his cheek as they both focused on the movie; and as her eyes were trained on the screen, he whispered lowly, “You're only gonna be around people I trust, babe.”

There was a reason Sy had chosen a house that was nearly thirty minutes away from downtown — it was so their friends and families would feel lazy or discouraged to visit them due to the distance and time it took to get there. “Where on earth do you need to be today, petal?” Sy’s morning voice huskily rasped out in her ear; they both had just woken up and as Y/N was moving to stand up from the bed, she was being trapped in his muscular arms for a hug. Giggling at how he was being, she rolled around so they would be facing each other, “‘M going out with my friends today — Sophia and Rose have been bugging me about how we don’t hang out as often anymore.” At the mention of her going out and leaving him, Sy’s mood deflated and his eyes went wide; this wasn’t how he pictured this day going. “But petal, you’re gonna leave me all alone in this big house? ‘M gonna miss you so much,” The former army captain whined as she got out of his grasp and heading to wash up in their ensuite bathroom — not before bopping his nose as she reminded him, “Well you chose this house, bear. Plus, it’s only just for a while.”

Sitting up on their bed the man could only cross his arms and grumble, which was interrupted with her phone ringing. After seeing that it was her friend, Sophia, who was calling he then answered it for her, “Hey Y/N! Can’t wait to see you; we’ll pick you up in 20 minutes okay?” Taking the opportunity, Sy then decided to fabricate a lie, “Oh hey Sophia, it’s Sy,” He paused before saying the next parts in a hushed tone, “Y/N won’t be able to make it since she hurt her foot two days ago when going down the stairs. I know she was so looking forward to seeing you. Will do, bye.” With a smirk, the man set her phone back down on the nightstand, just in time since Y/N exited the bathroom, “Who was that, bear?” Making his way over to her, he hugged her as he kissed her forehead, “Sophia, calling to say she’s gonna have to cancel because she’s sick. And Rose was called in to work.” It was clear on her face that she was disappointed because she was looking forward to catching up with her friends, but her boyfriend tried to mirror her expression when in reality he was overjoyed with getting her all to himself. “Guess that leaves just the two of us, petal. Don’t worry, we’re gonna have fun today.” 

“Fucking hell,” Ransom cursed as he was speeding to go to where your tracker said you were. He had gifted you a necklace six months into the relationship, and it was costly not just because of the intricate design it has but also because he had put a tracker on it to keep tabs of your whereabouts — not that you knew about it. You both had a fight the night before, and it didn’t end well since it led to the two of you sleeping in separate rooms and Ransom drinking away his misery. So imagine his surprise when he woke up and found how you weren’t in the house and he noticed as well how a duffel bag that was in your shared walk-in closet was gone; the writer thought of the worst possibilities. And his anger went through the roof when he saw how you were at his grandfather’s house; it was one thing that you guys fought, but to involve his family in this? That was bound to be a fucking mess. As he parked the car by the driveway, he stepped out in rushed steps that were slowed down by the two dogs barking and crowding him, “Shoo, get away, mutts!” He scared them away and entered the house, “Alright where is she?” His yell echoed through the walls as Marta who was walking from the kitchen and into the foyer was startled, “Hugh, what brings you here?” 

“Where’s Y/N?” Knowing Y/N’s secret, the nurse swallowed nervously as she reluctantly told the truth, “She’s with Harlan at the gathering area.” On his way there he noticed how there were some party decorations — some colorful streamers and balloons — on the walls before he saw his girlfriend who was looking through something on her iPad, “What the hell are you doing here?” His voice caused her to gasp out loud as she looked like a deer caught off guard by headlights; standing up she walked towards him, her hands gripping onto his forearms, “We fight and you end up here to my grandfather to what? Complain and seek refuge?” Though his words stung she chose not to feed onto his anger, “Can you promise to listen out to me first?” Seeing how she was calm and not as mad as the night before, he gulped down and nodded. “When you accused me of cheating on you, it hurt because I knew that that wasn’t the truth,” She paused briefly to monitor his reactions, and she knew that he would then ask what was up with her behavior so she addressed it before being prompted to, “And the reason why I seem to be distant or busy these past few days is because I was planning on throwing a surprise party for you — for the success of your book.” At her explanation he could feel his entire body relax at the relief of him not having to kill anyone; also it made sense to him why his grandfather’s house had some ornaments hanging. Pulling her close to him, he hugged her tight as he kissed the top of her head, “Princess, I was so close to killing someone, you have no idea.” Swatting his back, she laughed at him, “I think you owe me an apology, mister. Not only did you ruin the surprise but you also accused me of cheating on you.” Smirking at her he replied, “I’ll make it up to you for the rest of our lives, princess, don’t you worry about it.” And he meant every single word of that promise; for he knew he wanted no one else but her.

The mission went well since the new agents did their jobs well — even exceeding Steve’s expectations of how they would handle the pressure and what decisions they would make in order for the mission to be a success. As the quinjet landed and they were given the clearance to exit the aircraft, the super soldier frowned when he took note how his girlfriend wasn’t anywhere near the landing pad. She always welcomes me back, he thought. The weight of his duffle bag on his arm didn’t matter to him as the feeling of worry and anxiety about his girl was way heavier. Immediately, he headed to their shared living quarters where he hoped she would be, “Kitten? I’m home,” His voice bounced off the walls as he dropped his bag on the floor and looked through every nook of the room. Now his anger and confusion was through the roof and he then decided to consult, “Friday, where’s Y/N?”

“She’s at the common area with Sam and Pietro, Captain,” As soon as AI mentioned where she was he found himself striding briskly towards her location. If she was with Bucky, it wouldn’t have alarmed him as much. But the Captain had a hunch that Sam secretly liked his girl and had plans of stealing him away from him; while Pietro was a natural flirt and joker. Even just by standing at the doorway he heard his beloved’s giggles as Sam recalled an exaggerated story. “There you are, kitten,” He let out, relieved upon seeing his girl alive in one piece. Turning her head, she smiled widely upon seeing her boyfriend and abandoned her conversation with the two Avengers to run to Steve with open arms. “Steve! I missed you so much,” She squealed as the super soldier caught her effortlessly and wrapped his thick arms tightly around her figure. “What are you doing with these troublemakers, kitten?” He wondered out loud, completely ignoring two offended looks from the said men. “I was bored of waiting for you in our room so I went here,” She was cut off from her explanations when Sam added, “That, and we missed hanging out with Y/N!” Even though Y/N giggled, Steve was trying his best to control his rage; but Pietro wanted to push him further to his limits by saying, “You hog her all the damn time we forget how great her company is!” the only girl in the room squealed as she was being carried off by Steve, “Well I don’t want you around her that’s why I hog my girl around.” Everyone around the super soldier still thought that he was joking and decided to laugh it off; Sam’s voice called out to them once more to tell a joke before they both had fully exited the room, “Yeah? Well why don’t you just lock her up in a secluded house then?” That’s exactly my plan, Sam, Steve smirked to himself quietly.

Clark needed an escape that night; for someone who has inhumane powers the stress of his job at the Daily Planet can definitely take a toll on one person — so he decided to go flying around at night, just to take his mind off things. As he was flying, he sensed trouble and decided to check out what was happening. It was a woman who was being bothered by her ex who was clearly under the influence, “Goddamn it, Alex! I told you I don’t want to talk to you!” Y/N was trying her best to push him away, but even in his drunken state he had a  tight grip on her forearms. “Just wanna talk to you, baby,” He sing-songed as he tried to push his body closer to hers. “I think she made it clear that she doesn’t want to,” A booming voice spoke up, causing Y/N to gasp out loud when she saw Superman himself; Alex however grunted at the searing pain on his shoulder caused by the mysterious man, the pain weakening his hold on the girl to the point where he tore his hands away from Y/N to push away the weight on his shoulder. In his drunken state, he failed to piece together how it was the infamous hero in front of him — instead all he saw was a tall, muscular man and decided he didn’t want to have his face beaten up so he just walked away with his arms up in surrender. “Are you alright, miss?” Clark gently asked the woman who felt relieved she was no longer being bothered by her ass of an ex. “I am, thank you.” She nodded and before she could ask how’d she find him he offered, “Would you need help getting home? Just to make sure he won’t follow you again.” He was quick to clarify, in hopes she won’t find him creepy. “I know you have good intentions, but it’s fine. I don’t think he has the balls, let alone the energy, to bother me. At least for tonight.” With that she waved at the hero goodnight before getting into her car and driving into her apartment — but she didn’t know how up in the sky above, a certain pair of blue eyes followed her journey home.

“Hi! You must be the one who moved next door?” Y/N politely greeted the man as she was leaned by her front door. Clark smiled as he adjusted his glasses — suddenly feeling nervous upon seeing her beautiful face once more, “That is me! Though the one who moved next door is quite a mouthful; you can just call me Clark.” As she laughed at his lame joke she told her name, “And feel free to knock if you need anything, okay?” Taking his nod of agreement as a cue that their conversation ended, she entered her apartment. The son of Jor-El II went inside his own apartment that was directly next to hers  — he did so because days and nights of following her didn’t satiate his hunger for her, so he decided that perhaps this would be a clean way of easing her into a relationship — and busied himself with organizing his belongings in his apartment. Hearing Y/N’s increased heart rate and her voice raised, he opened his door to check out what was going on; and the sight of her ex bothering her once again. “Come on, Y/N! You need to take me back!” Displeased with how the imbecile failed to grasp that Alex should not reach out to his girl anymore. Letting his rage get the best of him, he walked over and pushed Alex off hard enough he landed on his bum, “When a woman says she doesn’t want to see or talk to you, then you better comply with her request.” Gulping down, he recognized the strength as the same one who grabbed onto his shoulder — and now as he was sober Alex decided to respect her wishes and hastily stood up to leave the apartment building. “Are you alright?” Seeing how Clark stood up for her, it made her reminisce about how she was reduced two weeks ago by Superman, “I’m fine, Clark,” She nodded as she grounded herself back to reality and stared into his concerned, blue eyes, “Thank you, by the way.” As he smiled at her she offered him for some snacks in her flat, which he gracefully accepted. “You know, you’re the second person who helped me get rid of Alex,” She mentioned as she handed him a snack; feigning innocence he tilted his head up as he inquired, “Oh? Who’s the other one?” Taking a small bite of the snack, she wiped her mouth free from the crumbs before  replying, “You probably won’t believe it, but it was Superman,” She laughed along with her new neighbor who didn’t find it unbelievable and instead played along as he spoke, “Who’s to say I’m not your personal superhero, beautiful?”

[kurokensbaby]

kenma has a panic attack

pairs: kuroken, yakulev

warnings: panic attack, social anxiety

genre: fluff!!

kenma was in his classroom playing with his nintendo as always when it ran out of battery. he tried not to panic as he slowly looked around. his nintendo helped him relax, helped him calm his anxiety when he was alone in a room full of people. he looked around to see if there was someone he knew, someone from the voleyball team. no one. even lev would've helped him calm down, but he wasn't there. he took a deep breath and tried to focus, but everything was too loud, too many people, too many noise. it was the break, so everyone seemed to be having fun and they were too fucking loud while doing so. kenma started feeling anxious. he couldn't distract himself of the people that was surrounding him, maybe talking about him or looking at him and he was alone, no nintendo, no teammate, no kuroo, alone in the loud noises and the people.

he stood up, starting to feel a feeling too familiar and too painful. his chest was oppresed. it was hard to breathe. he knew exactly who he needed. kuroo. the person who knew him more than anyone and that knew how to calm him down. kuroo. he made the biggest effort to walk towards the gym.

once he got there, his breathing had gotten worse and he was losing control of absolutely everything. he didn't see kuroo, but it was relieving that his teammates were there, because yaku was there, and yaku was helpful. he went towards yaku, who was drinking water by the bench.

"kenma? you okay?" the libero asked, looking worriedly at him.

"i-" kenma tried to even his breathing, but he couldn't. he grabbed a fist of yaku's shirt, trying to make him realize that he was having a panic attack. "i- kuroo. need kuro."

yaku's expression turned into one of realization as he nodded and looked towards the court, where their teammates were practicing.

"lev!" he said. lev looked at him and got closer to them.

"hm?"

"go look for kuroo. now." yaku told him and lev nodded. yaku looked at the rest of the team, that had grown awfully quiet and glared at them. "keep practising."

everyone did as told and yaku focused on kenma again, helping him sit on the bench and kneeling before him.

"kenma, can you hear me?"

kenma tried to take a deep breath and failed. he nodded.

"okay, so focus on me." yaku said and kenma tried to do so. "i'll grab your hand for a second, yeah?"

kenma didn't want to be touched, but nodded. he trusted yaku.

"okay." yaku grabbed kenma's hand that was grabbing at his shirt and placed it on his own chest. "feel my breathing. let's do it together. try to do it with me, yes?"

kenma closed his eyes, focusing on yaku's breathing, but he couldn't. he couldn't focus, he couldn't breathe. he still felt everyone looking at him, everyone talking and screaming and everything felt too loud, his own heartbeats were loud, his thoughts were loud. he was panting. everything was loud, everything was too much. he couldn't focus. he knew yaku was talking to him, trying to get him to calm down, but he couldn't-- he couldn't listen, he couldn't focus. everything was too much too loud-

"kenma?"

he opened his eyes and started breathing faster. kuroo. he was here. he let go of yaku's shirt and grabbed kuroo's now, who kneeled and took yaku's place.

"hey, it's alright." kuroo said softly.

everything was still too loud, but at least he could hear kuroo. he tightened his grip on kuroo's shirt and tried to even his breathing, but it made it worse.

"listen to me, yeah? focus on my voice and nothing else. can you do that for me?"

kenma tried to talk, but it came out as a whimper.

"i know it's hard, sweetheart, but try to do it for me, huh?"

kenma nodded.

"good. now listen to my breathing. breathe with me." kenma placed his own hands in kuroo's chest and focused. "that's right. now breathe with me." kuroo took a deep breath and kenma tried to follow, but he couldn't. he whimpered again. too frustrating. "it's alright, try again." kuroo took a deep breathe, and kenma followed. "that's it. that's good. let's do it again, yeah?"

kenma nodded and they took a few breathes together, kuroo counting them out loud. kenma was slowly coming back to reality.

"can you name five things you can see?"

kenma nodded.

"y-you," he said in a whisper, trying to keep his breathing even. "the ball." he looked around. "uh, t-the team."

he didn't know if that was good enough, but kuroo nodded.

"m-my hands," he looked around more, aware of what was happening around him now. "yaku and lev."

"good. now four things you can touch."

kenma told him.

"can i touch you now?" kuroo asked and kenma nodded.

kuroo slowly wrapped his arms around him and kenma finally started to relax.

"tighter." he mumbled, hiding his face in kuroo's neck. kuroo held him tighter. kenma sighed as everything started to finally make sense again. kuroo always knew what to do, always saved him.

"do you want to go somewhere quieter?"

kenma nodded and wrapped his arms around kuroo's neck. kuroo stood up, carrying kenma with him. they passed besides yaku and lev and kuroo thanked them, ruffling lev's hair.

kuroo took them to the locker rooms, where there was no one and it was finally quiet. he sat sown in a bench, placing kenma in his lap and holding him. he wasn't suprised when he felt tears falling on his neck, where kenma was hiding. usually, after panic attacks, kenma cried. he wasn't a crier, and he didn't like to cry, but panic attacks just stressed him too much and he couldn't help it.

kuroo started coddling softly kenma's hair.

"what happened, kitten?" he asked gently.

it was the first time kenma had a panic attack at school.

it took a while for kenma to reply.

"my nintendo ran out of battery and i... i don't know. it just happened." he sighed and came out of kuroo's neck, wiping away his tears. "it got too loud."

kuroo leaned in and kissed kenma's forehead. "sorry i wasn't there."

kenma sighed and leaned into kuroo's chest. "'s fine. not your fault."

kuroo hugged him tighter.

"do you want me to take you home?" he asked and kenma nodded.

"but let me rest here for a while," he said, burying his face in kuroo's chest.

"'kay, kitten."

+ extra: yakulev

when kuroo and lev arrived, yaku let kuroo take his place to take care of kenma and went over to lev, making him lean down and standing on his tiptoes to place a kiss to his forehead.

"thanks." he said.

lev blushed. yaku was this nice and showed physical affection only when they were completly alone somewhere that wasn't school or the gym. and now they weren't alone. and they were at the gym.

"i..." lev blinked, his pale face red. "uh, i... it's fine."

yaku patted his head and took them a little farther from kuroo and kenma, giving them space.

"you were great." yaku said, sighing and leaning against lev. he was so tall and yaku was so short that he could use him as a wall to lean in. "i don't know if i could have calm him down on my own. you found kuroo quickly."

lev was at a loss of words.

you were great.

yaku... yaku was praising him? this never happened. they'd been dating for two months now, and this had never happened. lev loved dating yaku, but he had to admit he wanted yaku to be... a little softer with him. and now...

"yaku-san?" he asked. yaku looked up at him and frowned when he saw how frustrated lev looked.

"you okay?"

"i... uh," he scratched the back of his neck, looking away. "uhm..."

"haiba, what's wrong?" yaku tugged at his shirt to make him lean down so they were at the same height.

"i..."

"just say it."

"i like you being nice with me." lev blurted out.

yaku's gaze softened.

"oh, you big titan." he said softly and leaned to place a kiss to his cheek. "'m sorry. i'll be nicer from now on."

lev smiled.

"but not on the court. come on, we gotta practice recieves."

"hey!" lev pouted.

"you'll get kisses later."

"...fine."

[apriorisea]

"That's What These Mean" Yoongi x You

"You both look so beautiful!" Your aunt still has your hand gripped firmly between both of hers, and she punctuates every word with a tight squeeze. "So happy, so perfect, so wonderful!"

"Thanks so much," you say for the millionth time, managing to keep your smile intact. "We're so glad you're here." You try to extract your hand, but it's no use.

"When I married your uncle---" she begins, and you feel something inside you start to wither away.

You loved your aunt, you really did, but it had been such a long day, and there were so many people. So much small talk and smiling and pictures and the words "thank you so much" were starting to lose all meaning. You felt your social battery nearing its limit. A few more seconds here and you might implode entirely. It---

"Oh!" Your hand is suddenly released as your aunt's attention is drawn to someone who has appeared behind you; someone who placed one hand on the small of your back and reached out his other to claim your own recently-liberated hand. Your aunt is beaming. "Here's the gentleman himself!"

Yoongi's hand slips around your waist, pulling you back against him slightly as he joins the conversation. "Hello," he says politely and warmly, gently squeezing your fingers. "Sorry to interrupt, but may I steal my lovely wife for a bit?"

Your aunt is still beaming, absolutely thrilled at the sight of him and the two of you together. "Of course!" she gushes, and you could swear she's got tears in her eyes. "I wouldn't keep a man from his beautiful, blushing bride, not for one second!"

Yoongi smiles, still polite, still warm. "Thank you. We're so glad you're here!" And with that, he pulls you away, guiding you across the room with ease.

You allow yourself to be towed away, feeling some of your own warmth return at the feel of his hand wrapped protectively around yours. When you both are stopped for a moment by a passing conga-line, you lean forward and press a kiss to his shoulder. "Thanks, baby," you murmur, straightening just in time to roll your eyes playfully at Hoseok and Taehyung, who were clearly the instigators of the ridiculous dance line.

He responds by squeezing your fingers, but doesn't stop to speak just yet.

A moment later, you realize why: pushing open a door, he leads you into a small room just off the main hall. It's decorated simply, flowers and all, but the main focus is the small, velvet-cushioned couch up against the far wall.

Yoongi closes the door behind you and when you turn to look at him, he gives you a soft smile. "I thought you could use a little break."

Heart exploding with gratitude, you melt into him, wrapping your arms around his waist and holding on tight. "You were right," you mumble against his shoulder.

"I needed it, too," he admits, kissing the side of your head. Pulling back a little, he guides you to the small couch and helps you settle comfortably, arranging your dress in the best way possible. When you're all set, he stays standing for a moment, looking down at you with a strange expression on his face.

"...What?"

He smiles. "You're beautiful."

You feel your entire face flush. "Yoongi..."

Leaning down, he brushes a strand of your hair away from your face. "I love you so much, my sweetheart," he says softly. "I'm happiest when I'm with you."

You close the small gap, kissing him until he's forced to settle on the couch next to you. When you finally break apart, you snuggle into his side, his arms wrapped around you, holding each other tight.

"I love you, too," you say, absently fiddling with a button on his shirt. "I'm so grateful for you and how well you know me."

He kisses your forehead. "Everyone out there is great," he sighs, leaning back against the couch's soft cushions. "But, like always, sometimes I just need to be alone...with you. My beautiful girl." A grin creeps over his face. "My beautiful wife."

"Oh, that's right..." you pretend. "I did marry you today, didn't I?"

Yoongi rolls with it. "Yes, you did. What were you thinking?"

Twisting towards him, you reach up and kiss the tip of his nose. "That I love you more than anything in this whole universe and if I had to spend even a second without you, I'd probably die."

He laughs. "Oh, is that all?"

You nod.

Leaning in to kiss you again, he murmurs against your lips: "I feel the same."

Grinning, you settle into him again, resting your head on his shoulder as he absently played with your fingers. "...How long do you think we can hide out here?"

"As long as we want," he says confidently.

You sigh. "Probably not, considering that it's our wedding reception after all."

"That," he says, squeezing you a little tighter. "is exactly why we can do what we want. It's our party. Plus I'm pretty sure they'll stay distracted by that infernal dance line for a while now..."

This makes you laugh. "Best gift they could ever give us!"

He grins at the sound of your laughter, unable to stop himself from leaning in to kiss your cheek. "Why don't we stay just a little longer? Just until we're both able to face all that again?"

"I like the sound of that," you agree. "But when we do go back, we do it together, okay? No more getting ambushed alone!"

Tapping the ring on his finger, then the one on yours, he says seriously, "No more doing anything scary alone, sweetheart."

You follow his gaze to the rings. "Ah, so that's what these mean." You smile. "That sounds perfect to me."