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[20-th-centurygirl]

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a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

king of aftercare idc what anyone says. i think he loves showering with you in general bc it's soo intimate to him so he's always showering with you and helping you wash your hair :( he's also super touchy at the best of times but especially after sex he literally cannot take his hands off you.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

cannot decide if he's an ass or boobs man i think he's abit of both tbh. he loves resting his hands on your waist literally all the time. loves your thighs! always has a hand resting on your thigh when you're sitting down and loves leaving little bite marks and hickies on them 🤭 i also think he loves a lil belly pouch? idk how to explain it but i just think he absolutely adores a girl with curves.

on him i think his arms or thighs. he goes feral when he catches you staring at his biceps and always flexes them cause he knows it has you drooling. loves his thighs cause he knows how much you love riding them 😁😁

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

loves finishing in you. it just feels so intimate to him that you both trust eachother enough and it makes him feel so much closer to you.also loves finishing on your boobs or stomach then scooping his cum up with his fingers and making you lick it off 😋😋

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he loves middle of the night sex. it's always so much more intense and intimate and jude's always a little whinier

i also feel like he secretly wants you to take control but is too worried to ask. he's so dominant in every aspect of his life and i think sometimes he just wants his girl to take care of him :(

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he knows what he's doing but i also don't think he's super experienced? he doesn't seem the type to have loads of one night stands tbh. he's experienced but it still took him some time to figure out what was good for you

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

he's a man so ofc he loves abit of doggy but i also think he loves missionary. as basic as it is, it makes him feel closer to you and makes the whole experience more intimate for him. he's also not gonna say no to having you on top 🤭

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

honestly i think it depends. sometimes neither of you can stop giggling for no actual reason? one of you will let out a moan then both of you just burst out laughing.

but i think he's also super serious at times because he's always so busy and he wants to make the most out of time with his girl. he wants to savour every moment with you so stays super serious.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i think he keeps everything neat but not nare

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

so so intimate! i think he has a filthy mouth but he can't for the life of him be any level of degrading because he feels mean (he doesn't give a fuck about how mean he is when he's teasing though 🤭) so his comments are more praise.

i think he secretly loves that super cheesy romantic music rose petals and candles sex more than he'd ever admit. he doesn't get to spend alot of time with you so when he has you all to himself and a chance to show you just how much you mean to him you best believe he's gonna take it.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

loves facetiming you to get himself off when you're away. he doesn't usually do it at home bc you're there. but the real magic is mutual masturbation bc i think he's super into that 🤭🤭 (@judeswhore 's blurb on this is 10/10 btw) loves having you next to him with one leg over his touching himself. there's just something about it that sends him into overdrive.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

praise kink!! giving and receiving jude loveeesss praise. constantly telling you that you're his good girl and how well you're doing 🫠 but he also loves receiving praise. goes feral when you call him your good boy. will literally beg you to tell him how good he feels when he's fucking you

also has a raging size kink. he's massive and loves how small you look compared to him. has a thing for fucking you infront of a mirror so he gets to see the size difference between you both.

i also think he loves a risk. he is literally up for fucking you whenever wherever even if there's a chance of you being caught. i'm talking having a quickie in your childhood bedroom while your parents/siblings are literally downstairs. tells you to be a good girl and stay quiet or he'll stop. sometimes makes you suck on his fingers so you stay quiet 🤭

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

i think he loves your bedroom the most. as basic as it is, there's no interruptions and he can completely focus on you. however he does love to tease you in public just to hear you beg him to take you home so he can finish what he started.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

anything. literally something as simple as you putting on lip gloss or wearing something tight has his going wild.

n= no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything that's gonna hurt you. i don't think he'd be into super degrading talk. like maybe a little bit but nothing too far.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

i think he's 50/50. he loves to tease you and he knows he can do that when he's going down on you.

but i think he has a super sensitive dick 🙂 like the moment you have him in your mouth he's trying desperately not to just fall apart and cum instantly.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

also depends. after a bad game (him and refs never get along) he's super fast and rough but super clingy and affectionate after. but otherwise he's super slow and romantic and loves taking his time with you. sometimes you literally have to beg him to be rougher with you 🤭

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

loves a quickie before he goes to training! he'll literally bend you over the kitchen worktops and make your head spin then kiss your neck, give you this really cocky smirk and tell you to be good and he'll do a proper job when he gets home.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

yes yes yes! he's always down to try new things bc he wants to make sure you're having the best sex of your life. i think he's into risks bc he loves the thrill but he doesn't really take any public risks because the chance of you being caught is super high and he doesn't want to cause you any embarrassment

s= stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he runs around for 90 mins, he's got good stamina and you're usually warn out way before him " c'mon baby. you gonna be a good girl and give me one more?"

t= toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

loves using them 🤭 i genuinely think he loves buying new ones he sees to try them out on both of you and you sometimes get new ones that you see too 🤭 just for a second imagine using a vibrator on him.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

biggest tease ever. he loveeess to drag everything out and mocks you a little bit when you get overstimulated 🤭

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

loud. he's not afraid to let you know how good you're making him feel by moaning, whining, whimpering and all that 😋

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

loves loves loves lingerie. like seeing you in pretty little matching sets literally drives him insane. he loves surprising you with new really expensive sets ( i'm talking agent provocateur stuff). he buys you some when he's away on international break and asks you to model them for him which always ends in the best phone sex ever

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

we've seen enough evidence, he's massive 🤭

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

the man is literally never satisfied. he's so completely obsessed with you and he just can't ever get enough.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he won't fall asleep until he knows you're 1000% okay and comfortable. once he knows you're doing okay and relaxed then he can sleep.

[ariesangelxo]

mornings - part two

MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI

cw: more angst, still no comfort (i promise it’s coming in the next part), heartbreak, one mention of panic attacks, prescription benzo use, recreational coke use, drinking, arguing, mention of a gun and a gunshot at the end, not proofread lol

an: thank u all SO SO much for all of the love on part one !!! i am blown away and in awe. there also will be a part three for sure <3

part three

the past twenty-six days had not been kind to you. your mornings were spent rotting away in bed until your mom would force you to get up, her expression of concern always made you feel even worse. your days weren’t much better, you forced yourself to detach from your heart and numb your emotions. it was the only way you knew how to keep going. you put on a mask during the day with your parents, giving them occasional smiles and laughs that weren’t the kind that warmed their hearts. they knew you weren’t okay, but they also knew they couldn’t force you to talk about it or you’d shut down completely. your nights consisted of taking a benzodiazepine in order to fall asleep, you couldn’t sleep without them. you tried, it only led to intense panic attacks and hysterical sobs that made your mother’s heart break in front of you.

this morning had been a bit different. you were awakened when you felt a weight in your bed, and in the haze of waking up you initially thought it was rafe. you shot up the moment you remembered everything, eyes widening and heart racing, but you looked over to see sarah in your bed. "oh my god, sarah you scared the hell out of me!" you exclaimed, holding a hand over your chest.

she let out a giggle, "i'm sorry, your mom let me in. i miss you," her tone was gentle. you had become very close with sarah during your relationship with rafe. being over at the cameron's house so often led to a beautiful friendship forming between the two of you. she was like a sister to you, something you cherished deeply as you didn't grow up with a sister.

you felt a pang of guilt in your chest at her words. you knew she missed you, she'd messaged you every single day since your break up without fail, even if you didn't always text back. you had seen her a couple times, but when she asked about what happened, you told her you weren't ready to talk about it. sarah was incredibly understanding, knowing how much you loved her brother and not wanting to push you too far.

"i miss you too, sar. i'm sorry i've been such a shit friend lately." you responded to her. you gave her a small smile, curling up next to her as she sat against your headboard.

"it's okay, i know you're not doing great with everything going on right now," she trailed off with a sad smile, "but, you're going out with me tonight!" she became animated as she spoke.

you didn't have it in your heart to deny her, not when she looked at you like you were the most important person in her world. "you know i can't say no to you. where are we going?" you asked curiously.

"there's going to be a huge party at the boneyard, and you're coming with me. no ifs, ands, or buts." she giggled out, "i need to get you out of your room, you're rotting away in here, babe."

"god, you sound just like my mother," you teased back. "i'll go though, i miss you more than you know. i even miss the pogues a bit." you both laughed, referencing her newer relationship with john b.

you couldn't prevent your curiosity from getting the better of you, "how- how has he been?"

sarah bit her lip, debating internally how much to tell you. "he's been... not great. i don't see him much when i'm home, he's usually in his room with the door shut. he's been a lot more moody too, snapping at literally everyone in the house. it probably didn't help that i told him he's an idiot and he fucked up the best thing to ever happen to him."

you couldn't suppress the laugh that slipped through your lips or the slight satisfaction you felt knowing that you weren't the only one struggling. "i love you sar. thank you." you leaned over, giving her a hug.

"i love you too. now get your ass up and shower. we're getting you a new outfit for the party."

you spent the next few hours strolling through the streets of figure eight with sarah. your arms held multiple shopping bags, filled with clothes she insisted you needed for tonight. you were incredibly grateful that she had forced you out of bed, you actually felt human for the first time since everything happened.

you found yourself in a small cafe, giggling as sarah told you a story from one of her drunken adventures with the pogues.

“you know… you should talk to jj tonight. i know he thinks you’re hot.” sarah gave you a mischievous smile as she wiggled her brows.

“funny,” you rolled your eyes playfully at her, “but it’s way too soon for me to get into anything with anybody right now.”

“i didn’t mean start dating him, i just think you would have fun together.”

“i just- i don’t know, sar. i’ve been such a wreck these past few weeks… can i tell you what happened?” you looked up from your fingers to meet her eyes, now widened with shock.

“yeah, of course you can. but don’t feel like you have to if you don’t want to.”

you were grateful for her support, going into your explanation of how the last couple months of your relationship, rafe’s behavior changed drastically. sarah hung on to your every word, needing to know exactly what led to the end of your relationship.

“and so i walked into the country club to surprise him. i spent the whole morning getting ready, did my makeup how he likes, even wore a new sundress that i know he would have loved. but i walked in and…” you looked up as your vision began to blur, “he was talking with some bitch i’ve never seen before bartending. she had short brunette hair, but he fucking smirked at her the way he only does- did for me. and- and then, she basically fucking held his hand while she fucked him with her eyes, and he let it happen!”

you spit the words out like they were poison on your tongue, not noticing your voice beginning to raise with frustration. sarah’s jaw was nearly on the floor.

“what the- what the fuck?” she racked her brain, trying to remember if she’d seen anyone matching your description recently, but nothing came to her.

“god, shit. i’m so sorry, babe. i don’t know what the fuck is wrong with him.” she attempted to console you as you dabbed your eyes with a napkin.

you shrugged your shoulders, “what’s done is done. i just want to forget about everything for a while.”

she nodded, “then let’s go get ready. we can pregame at yours and ride with john b and them.”

after a few shots, a couple hours spent transforming yourself to not look like you spent the last three weeks trying to cope with your break up, and a lot of laughter, you and sarah were ready to go.

you wore a cropped loosely crocheted white sweater over your pink bikini and a white miniskirt that hugged your hips , the strings from your bottom peaking out from the top of it. you were finally feeling good about yourself again, and you’d be damned if you let anyone ruin it.

the ride to the boneyard only lifted your spirits more. it was impossible not to laugh around the pogues, especially when jj did whatever he could to hear your giggle.

you arrived just as the party was beginning to pick up. relief flooded your veins when you didn’t see rafe anywhere. you knew it was a possibility he’d be here, but it was going to be significantly easier to have a decent night without his presence lingering around.

you filled up a red solo cup at the keg, downing the cheap alcohol before refilling it.

“slow down there, or you might not make it too long.” jj approached you, giving you a flirty smile.

you gave him a laugh in response, “i’ll be fine, jay. i just want to be able to let loose tonight.”

“stick by me then, don’t want any of these pervs creeping on you.” the thinly veiled concern in his voice made you smile. you know he’s flirting, but it’s clear he wants to keep you safe knowing it’s your first night out in so long.

you spent the next hour surrounded by the pogues, and true to his word, jj looked out for you. he did so well that you failed to notice who had shown up to the party, the one and only rafe cameron.

rafe, on the other hand, saw you immediately upon arriving. it was impossible for him not to when your presence demanded his attention. he was not happy to see who you were hanging around with. his ongoing beef with the pogues was well known by everybody on the island. he didn’t come to party though, he had other business to attend to as barry gave him a side eye, “fuck are you doing, country club? you can fight for your girl later, we’ve got shit to do.”

your drink had somehow disappeared. your furrowed your brows as you looked down, giggling to yourself as you told your friends you were going to get another one. you were at the perfect level of drunk, not to the point of blacking out or vomiting, but to where you couldn’t quite walk in a straight line and everything was funny to you.

you stumbled up to the keg, starting to fill up your cup when you felt someone watching you. the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, you instantly knew who it was. it was as though there was a chip in you that alerted you to when he was nearby. you took a deep breath as you turned your head slightly, seeing rafe sat next to a man you didn’t know as he handed a small plastic bag filled with overpriced coke to a touron. rafe’s eyes didn’t leave you as he signaled him to leave.

you could hear your heartbeat in your ears, the hand holding onto your cup now trembling and the lump in your throat building. rafe stood, starting to approach you as you froze. your brain was screaming at you to run but your body refused to move an inch.

“what the fuck do you want, cameron?” your words were spat out with venom. your tone clearly surprised you both as he looked shocked momentarily. you were typically one to stand your ground, but never ever was your attitude aimed towards him.

“what do you mean ‘what the fuck do i want’? you fucking up and left out of nowhere and haven’t spoken to me in almost a month.” his voice was filled with anger, his nose flaring as he clenched his jaw.

you let out a humorless laugh, “out of nowhere? you can’t be serious, rafe. you treated me like shit the last few months of our relationship.” you didn’t yet mention seeing his interaction with the bartender at the country club, not knowing if topper and kelce had told him about seeing you when you left that fateful day.

“what? be-because i couldn’t be with you twenty-four fucking seven? like i- i wasn’t out working my ass off to afford nice shit for you?”

“‘working your ass off’ will you stop fucking lying to me? i fucking saw you at the country club,” his facial expression showed confusion, bringing his brows together to try and understand what you were talking about, “you let that bitch touch you, you looked at her how you used to look at me. i spent hours getting ready, i showed up, wanting to surprise my boyfriend for lunch, and what do i see? my boyfriend letting some bartender hang off of him while he flirts with her?”

your voice had raised as you got more and more angry. you were now shouting at him as other partygoers failed to hide their stares and murmuring. nobody ever talked to the kook prince the way you currently were, unless they wanted their face bashed in.

rafe grabbed your arm harshly, pulling you down the beach and away from others. you stumbled behind him, knowing you weren’t physically or mentally strong enough to push him away.

when you looked up at him, you suddenly noticed his blown-out pupils. you felt your heart sink. “you’re using again.” you stated flatly.

he scoffed, rolling his eyes at you. “don’t act like you fucking care.” he spat out at you.

“jesus fucking christ- rafe, when did you start again?”

“don’t worry about it. when did you come to the country club?” his tone was demanding, sparking further irritation in you.

“the day i left. i- i let a lot of shit slide for too long, because… because i wanted to be a good girlfriend and support you when i thought you were just stressed out from work. and, in return, i get to watch my boyfriend make me look like a fucking idiot.”

rafe was silent for a minute, his lips pursed as he clearly was trying to remember what he was doing before he came home to an angry ward and an empty room. then realization hit him, he knew exactly what you were talking about. he brought his palm up to his face, groaning.

when he was about to speak, he was cut off. “is cameron bothering you?” jj’s familiar voice called out. you looked past rafe’s large figure to see all of the pogues standing beside him, looking ready for a fight if it came to it.

rafe gave a humorless chuckle, “stay the fuck out of it, pogue.” he clearly wouldn’t go down without a fight either.

your heart stopped for a moment and your body filled with ice cold terror as jj pulled out a gun that was hidden behind his back in his waistband. it was clear you weren’t the only one not expecting it as the rest of them looked at jj with concern, john b telling him to put it away. “yeah? let’s fucking go, rafe. been itching for a fight for too long.”

everything became blurred. the mixture of shouting, seeing figures suddenly moving towards each other, and the unmistakeable sound of a gunshot, and then everything went black.

[megalony]

Commitment

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Part 2

Summary: (Y/n) decides she and Evan need to take a break when his overbearing nature becomes a bit too much to handle. But Evan will get her back in any way he can.

Enjoy.

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"I- I can't do this, Evan."

Tears trekked down (Y/n)'s face despite how badly she tried to rub them away and drag her nails down her skin to somehow calm herself down. She could feel her arms trembling and her legs felt like they were turning to stone, locking her in place even though everything in her was telling her to run.

She could feel her palms sweating and each breath she took ran away from her until she was practically gasping.

Her arms moved to coil around her waist but when Evan took a step closer to her, she managed to take a step back and keep an air of distance between them.

She couldn't let him get close. She couldn't let Evan reel her back in and trap her in his web.

"Do what? You can't be with me anymore? Are you telling me you don't love me anymore?" There was an air of ridicule in his sarcastic voice and the way his upper lip curled made (Y/n) wince and coil in on herself.

"You know I love you." Defiance broke out in her body and she curled her hands into fists, cutting them through the air to wave them at her sides like she wanted to lash out and hit something.

Evan knew that. He knew (Y/n) loved him, she loved him more than she had ever loved anyone in her entire life, but she couldn't keep doing this.

She couldn't constantly be under his surveillance, being observed and watched and checked on every moment of the day. She couldn't spend each day telling him her plans so he knew exactly what she was doing and where she was going. (Y/n) couldn't be suffocated and be the source of obsession for Evan.

Their relationship was the best thing that ever happened to her, but it was also consuming and twisting and turning Evan into someone she didn't recognise. He was becoming obsessive and that wasn't the person he was when he was with everyone else.

"So why are you doing this?" The way Evan flung his fist out into the wall had (Y/n) recoiling towards the front door. She knew he wouldn't lash out specifically at her, he would never hit her. But she didn't know what he would do when she tried to walk out that door.

He could block or barricade her inside. He could grab her and hold her and effectively pin her down so she couldn't leave. He had ten times more strength and force than she did and (Y/n) didn't want to think what measures Evan would go to if pushed.

"You're suffocating me." Tears streamed down (Y/n)'s face as she tried not to hiccup through her words. "We need a break- I need some space, just for a while."

"If you love me we don't need a break-"

"I need space!"

"From me?!" Evan's voice made (Y/n) feel like she was going insane. He looked at her as if she were holding someone's severed head in her hand. As if she had said something so utterly strange and ludacris that it couldn't possibly be true.

How could she need space from him? Didn't she love him? Couldn't she see that Evan couldn't breathe without her? Let alone live without seeing (Y/n) each and every day. She couldn't leave him. She couldn't walk away, Evan needed her and he knew she wanted and needed him just as much.

"Yes." She croaked, moving her hand to brush away the tears. "You need to- Evan you need to let me do things on my own. Let me be by myself, let me think for myself and calm down, please. Please, Evan."

The way his upper lip curled had (Y/n) shrinking in on herself and she hated to see his reddened eyes streaming tears like that. She hated how distressed she was making him and how he could barely take a proper breath from the anger radiating through him.

She leaned to one side and picked up the bag she had hastily packed mid-argument with Evan. She clung to the bag like it was her lifeline, her ticket to a better space of mind and a path that would stop her from feeling confined, controlled and possessed.

"You- you want me to let you walk out and leave me? When I don't know if you're even coming back? No. Baby you can't do this-"

"I'll see you later."

"(Y/n) no!"

Shudders tore through her body and a cry broke past her lips when she heard something smash. She didn't know what it was and she didn't want to know. Her trembling body bolted out the front door before Evan had chance to reach for her and pull her back.

She wasn't walking out of his life forever. She wasn't even saying they had to break up. They just needed some time to themselves. Time to figure things out, to calm down and see if things could change for the better.

But Evan didn't want things to change.

His fist rammed into the wall harsh enough to dent the plaster and split his knuckles open. Blood splattered up the back of his hand as a scream tore past his lips.

He didn't want things to change. (Y/n) was his girl. He loved her. He loved every bone in her body and he wanted her in every single sense of the word. They were meant to be together and they completed each other. Why did she want to change that? Why did she think how he loved her wasn't right or wasn't enough?

She had to come back to him. He couldn't live without her.

The sound of her phone vibrating on the desk sent a shockwave rattling through (Y/n)'s heart.

She didn't want to look. She didn't want to glance down and see who was calling, because she already knew. The way her heart thundered against her chest and jumped up into her throat told (Y/n) all she needed to know. Instinct told her who was calling and she knew she couldn't answer. She had to protect herself and abstain from the phone.

Her hands began to scratch up and down the back of her neck, drawing lines into her skin in a vain attempt to calm herself down, but it wasn't working.

She had to look.

Her eyes darted down to the phone on the desk and she swallowed down whatever cry was burning at the back of her throat when she read the name.

'Babe <3'

She hadn't even changed his name in her contacts. That showed how much she still loved Evan and the faith she had that they might be able to patch things back together soon. Somehow.

She watched her phone, scrutinising the screen until the call finally ended and the missed call notification popped up on the screen. But almost immediately after, (Y/n) watched the texts light up her screen. One after the other. Again and again, matching all the other texts she had ignored and ceased to reply to.

Her eyes scanned the room but she could barely take note of anyone around her at work. All she noticed was the tears blurring her vision and the way her body was trembling back and forth, her lungs unable to take in a proper breath.

With her phone swiped from the desk, (Y/n) scrambled from her seat and tried to make a brisk walk towards the toilets. She needed a minute to compose herself and if she didn't look over those messages now, she would only sit and stew and worry about them all afternoon. Her mind wouldn't be on her work, it would be forever stuck on Evan. As usual.

She was glad no one else was in the toilets when she got in there and subsequently locked herself in the end cubicle. The aircon was on in the toilets but (Y/n) already felt like she was starting to boil over like she was a wax work starting to melt.

Her hands shook as she unlocked her phone and tried to scroll through the messages.

3 missed calls from 'Babe <3'

*Baby we can't keep going on like this, I need to talk to you. Answer my calls, please. x

*I'm going out of my mind here, I don't know what to do. We have to talk. x

*You can't keep on ignoring me, just let me talk to you. I'll do better, I'll do anything. Please!!! x

(Y/n) wasn't sure how else she could get the message through to Evan that he was suffocating her. She told him she needed space, but bombarding her with at least five phone calls a day and a dozen messages didn't count as giving her any space.

She could understand Evan's state of panic, she really could. He was insecure in relationships and now their relationship was in limbo and Evan didn't know what to do. But if he just gave in and let (Y/n) have a few days to herself, things would be easier. For the last two weeks he had messaged and tried to call every day.

(Y/n) had the good sense not to tell Evan where she was staying, although she knew he was doing his best to try and find out where she was. If he found out, he would be round like a shot and he wouldn't leave until they were back together, one way or another.

Things were just moving too fast. (Y/n) couldn't handle the overprotective nature that flared up in Evan once he had fallen for her. He worried about her, he wanted to know where she was, what she was doing, who she was going out with. If her phone pinged he wanted to see who was messaging her. If he didn't know where she was he would message her until she told him.

When they were together things were okay. (Y/n) loved Evan's loving nature and it was endearing how he only had eyes for her and wanted to wrap himself around her like a vine.

But (Y/n) hadn't long moved in with Evan when he started talking about the future and having a family together and wanting to get a proper home together rather than just his small apartment. (Y/n) wasn't sure she was ready for that yet. She didn't want to pause her career to have a baby right now, and she and Evan may be in love, but they hadn't been together for that long. A family was a big commitment and so was buying a home together.

(Y/n) could feel the panic dwelling up inside of her again when she reread the messages she had received today. She read them until the words were ingrained on her memory and flashed before her eyes when they closed. She could see the words dancing around in her mind and she couldn't prevent the whimper from leaving her lips.

Her body slumped down until her knees hit the tiled floor and she twisted to the side just in time to throw up into the toilet.

Walking out on Evan had put an immense strain on (Y/n)'s nerves. Her anxiety was going haywire, she could barely turn up to work without having a panic attack and the unease was constantly making her feel sick.

Tears trickled down her face and her stomach tensed and pulled inwards while her chest curved and imbedded around the toilet seat. She unconsciously started to rock back and forth as her throat burned and she felt like closing her eyes and curling up into a ball. She just wanted to disappear.

Her body shuddered and a groan ellicited from her lips when her phone vibrated on her lap again. Oh no. Another message.

Her hand trembled as she reached down for her phone and pulled away from the toilet, swiping her sleeve beneath her eyes so she could read the message clearly.

It wasn't Evan.

*Hey, we're having a little halloween fayre at the station next Saturday. It'd be great if you could tag along, we'd all love to see you. x

It was Bobby. When (Y/n) got together with Evan, she became close to his team, they were like another family to (Y/n). Bobby was always inviting her and Evan round for meals and the team invited her with them out to drinks and social events.

And whenever there was an event on at the station, (Y/n) always went along. But she had always been there was Evan's girlfriend, not just as a friend of the team.

But Bobby was asking her to go, the team wanted to see her, and (Y/n) loved the team. She wanted to see them, and if she went it might be a way to build some bridges between her and Evan and make sure things stayed okay between her and the team. Going might make things a little easier, and Bobby had asked so nicely, (Y/n) wasn't sure she could refuse.

Her sleeve swiped beneath her nose and she shifted round to sit on her bum rather than her knees which were now aching and turning numb. She leaned her weight back against the cubicle wall and tilted her head back, catching her breaths again to try and calm herself down. She would have to get back to work in a minute before anyone realised she had disappeared.

*I'll be there. x

***

The station was brimming with life and music and laughter.

It was strange to see such a place of professionalism and emergencies and dire situations seem so relaxed and laid back like this. A fayre wasn't the kind of thing one would expect to find at a fire station which was the centre of events and mishaps and stern situations and solutions.

(Y/n) smoothed down the creases in her dress and tightened her hand around her bag that hung off her arm. She could feel her nails piercing into the leather handle of her bag and she knew if she gripped any tighter there would be puncture marks forever indented into the leather.

Each breath she took seemed to run away without her and she could feel her stomach churning with indecision and panic. Adrenaline was constantly swarming through her blood. She couldn't do anything but panic.

What was Evan going to be like when he saw her? Would be be angry? Would he try and attach himself to her? Would be ignore her completely and pretend she didn't exist? Would he hound her and stick to her or make some kind of a scene? Surely not, since this was his work place and he was always professional when on shift.

(Y/n) didn't know what would be worse, having Evan attach himself to her or pretend she wasn't even here.

Her free hand started to scratch at the back of her neck as she walked in on trembling legs. Her eyes flitted about the station, taking in the little stalls lining the right side of the station so everyone would be away from the trucks and the ambulance, in case of an emergency.

People were milling about, looking at the different things on offer, the drinks, the craft stall, the pumpkin carving area, and of course the station was littered with hundreds of pumpkins all carved with scary designs. Fake cobwebs were on the stairs and little paper bats were hung high from the beams on the ceiling.

It looked enticing and spooky. The music was clearly a halloween playlist too, Monster Mash being the one that was flooding the speakers right now. The team were forever throwing parties, although not many of them happened at the station.

This was different though. This was for Halloween, allowing kids to come in and do some crafts, colour some pictures that the team would hang up on the bill board downstairs. They could carve their own pumpkins, paint them, take them home or leave them to decorate the station.

And when (Y/n) looked to the left, she felt her heart jumping into her throat when she realised who was manning the sweet station. Evan. Of course he was the one handing out sweets to the kids and telling them all sorts of fun facts he had learned about Halloween.

There was something so soft and sweet about seeing Evan interacting with kids. It was something that made (Y/n) certain that he would be an amazing dad one day. Even though he was desperate for that day to be now, and (Y/n) wasn't so sure about the timing.

She tore her eyes away from the sight before it overwhelmed her heart and she ended up catching his eye. She turned towards the right and slowly ventured over to where Bobby was sat doing some colouring with two younger kids.

"Can I join?" Her voice was soft and her smile felt more genuine when Bobby looked over his shoulder and grinned up at her. He waved her over and moved a small plastic chair for her to sit in.

"Of course. Glad you could make it."

"Hi there." (Y/n) sat down next to the little boy who couldn't have been more than four years old.

She was surprised how brightly he smiled up at her and when she softly whispered "What are we colouring?" he slid a colouring page over to her. He held up the picture of a witch on a broom that he was colouring while Bobby handed a few colours to (Y/n) and the little girl sat on his left.

"So, how are you?" Bobby glanced across at (Y/n) as she decided what colours to use and began shading a pumpkin.

"I'm doing good, thanks. How's everything here?" It was a lie. She wasn't doing well. Being so anxious and upset that she was throwing up every other day and unable to keep any food down, didn't count as good. But (Y/n) would never admit that to anyone, especially not Bobby.

She didn't want him to worry and she knew he would talk to Evan, and (Y/n) couldn't have him worrying. He had only just gone down to two phone calls a day and the odd message throughout the day. If he knew she was still panicking about being apart and the state of their relationship, his anxiety would flare up too and so would his protective side.

She was glad Bobby smiled and seemed to take her lie at face value and he didn't eye her up and down like he thought she was hiding the truth, which meant he believed her.

"The same as always, here. And you know, you can always drop by whenever you like, you're always welcome here. I know things aren't easy at the moment, while you and Buck are sorting stuff out."

(Y/n) wasn't sure what Evan had said about their relationship. She wasn't even sure what she herself would say about them if she were asked.

They hadn't technically broken up, but they weren't strictly together right now. They were paused, waiting in motion to see if things could change for the better. But (Y/n) knew this couldn't go on for much longer.

"Thank you."

She continued colouring and made some small talk with the little boy next to her. She found herself relaxing, even through the headache that burned in her temple and the sparks of panic and adrenaline that jolted through her system every now and then.

(Y/n) nodded and smiled when Bobby excused himself from the table to go and socialise with a few newcomers who were entering the station.

For a little while, she stayed content with the two children, all of them switching colours and making small talk about their favourite aspects of Halloween.

But just as (Y/n) finished her drawing, she paused and tilted her head back when she felt an all-too familiar pair of hands on her shoulders.

A shiver tore down her spine and her lungs seized up in panic when she stared up at Evan's clean-shaven face. His curls looked unruly and all over the place, like he had been wind swept or just woken up from a nap without the chance to drag a brush through his hair.

His expression was oddly calm and soft and the way his cheeks creased as he smiled down at her made (Y/n)'s stomach flutter. She could feel her heart suddenly pounding in her chest like it was making a desperate attempt to break free from her chest and reach out for Evan.

The way his fingers stroked over her shoulders was oddly soothing and his smile reassured her that he wasn't angry to see her here and he wasn't going to cause a scene either.

"Hi," (Y/n) set down the pencil in her hand and leaned back in her seat to look up at Evan properly. The smile she forced on her lips seemed to enlighten him because he took a deep breath and his own lips curved wider.

"Are you okay? I'm glad you're here."

"You are?" She couldn't help the air of surprise in her voice as she turned a little so she didn't have to tilt her head back to see him. But she was taken back when Evan let go of her shoulders and leaned forwards. He folded his arms on the back of her chair and leaned close to her as he nodded.

The way he hummed in her ear had (Y/n) shivering and brushing her cheek against her shoulder to rid the pins and needles that boiled through her skin.

"Can we talk?" Evan's voice sounded so soft in her ear, like velvet and he was calm and supressing the eagerness within him that was desperate to be around her.

"Sure."

(Y/n) nodded. She couldn't refuse to talk to him, she knew coming here posed the risk of finally airing things out and talking to Evan and that was what they needed to do sooner or later. They may as well talk now. It was a safe environment and if things got heated (Y/n) could walk away and Evan could calm down. They couldn't argue here at his place of work so it would always end up being a civil conversation.

She leaned close to the little boy on her right when he held up his finished masterpiece. "It's perfect; if you go give it to Bobby, he will pin it on the board for you."

The little boy was off like a shot with the young girl following close behind him, clearly wanting her picture to be shown off too.

Once they toddled off, (Y/n) pushed her chair back and got to her feet, tucking her bag safely beneath the table because she could see Hen walking over. Hen would know whose bag it was and make sure it stayed safe and didn't get pinched.

(Y/n) tried her best to control her breathing when Evan reached down and took her hand. His fingers slid between hers and their palms pressed together like puzzle pieces slotting into place. He gave her hand a tight squeeze before he steered off in a rather fast pace.

She thought he would guide her outside the doors to talk so no one could listen in but he would still be nearby if anyone needed him. She wasn't expecting Evan to steer her past the fire truck, down a small corridor near Bobby's office and into a room on the right.

The bunker room. It was the middle of the afternoon, no body was trying to catch a power nap right now. Everyone was out front with the visitors or cleaning up or stocking the trucks, and Evan knew this. He knew the bunker room would be empty.

It was secluded and private and gave them space and time to talk without anyone looking over or listening in. And it would give him chance to worm his way back into (Y/n)'s good graces.

Once they were inside, (Y/n) wasn't sure what to do with herself. She didn't know whether to go and sit down on one of the beds or stand near the door or lean casually against the wall. She had no idea what she was supposed to do in this situation.

So she settled on taking a few steps away from the door so it didn't look like she was hanging by to make a quick exit. (Y/n) stood beside one of the beds and let her hip slouch against the bed frame and folded her arms over her lower chest.

The smile on her face felt more genuine when she looked up at Evan and noted the way he was smiling at her. His teeth were nibbling at his bottom lip like he wasn't sure what to do with himself either.

"Are you okay?" She could guess by the constant phone calls and all the messages he sent that no, he hadn't been doing well these past weeks they had been apart. But it felt necessary to ask, to check and see if he would answer and be honest.

"I am now you're here, did Bobby ask you to come by?" Evan took a few steps closer, feeling like (Y/n) was some kind of siren drawing him closer.

Just looking at her was sending his heart into a frenzy and he knew the moment his hands found her body, there would be no turning back. He wouldn't be able to pull away from her or let her go once he had her back in his arms. And Evan knew once he was wrapped around her, (Y/n) wouldn't be able to stay away from him either.

"Yeah."

"I miss you." His voice was so sincere and quiet that (Y/n) almost thought she'd imagined it.

Her smile melted at the corners and she rolled her lips together, holding her head up straight when Evan advanced further until there was one inch of space between them.

His hands found her hips, causing her back to straighten up and she could feel his fingers squeezing into her sides. But it was his eyes that made (Y/n)'s brain stop working. Those eyes bore into her like he was casting a spell, trying to enchant her and subdue her somehow.

"I've missed you too." She dared to reach up and give his arm a squeeze, (Y/n) wanted this conversation to stay friendly and warm, unlike their last confrontation.

She could see her words ignited something inside Evan. His smile broadened from something warm to something sharp and pointed and his nose crinkled up in a way that made (Y/n) want to reach out for him.

"Will you come home? We've had space, but it's not working when we clearly want to be together. I'll be better, I swear, I'll do whatever you want to make this work."

The sincerity in Evan's words made (Y/n)'s knees quiver and she was sure he sensed it because he held her hips tighter.

"Evan… you know I love you, but-"

It was like a switch flicked inside of him the moment those words passed her lips. Evan couldn't help himself. He tugged on her hips until her chest was flush up against his and he swooped down, attaching his lips to hers. He stole the air from her lungs and sucked her lower lip between his teeth, desperate to bite down and see if she tasted as sugary as she looked.

It felt like he hadn't touched or kissed her in years. Weeks had dragged on for what felt like months. Having her back in his arms made Evan feel like he had been starved. Not having (Y/n) around was torture, and he couldn't go through that separation again.

He wouldn't let her walk away from him again, his heart couldn't take it.

He felt the way her hands moved to grip his shoulders, clinging tightly to steady herself and when she pulled back for a gasp for air, Evan dove right back down again. He reeled her back in for another kiss, worming his arms tightly around her waist with his hand planted down in the centre of her back to keep her steady.

"Say it again." Each word was muttered seductively against her lips and (Y/n) didn't dare open her eyes and see how intoxicated he looked right now. She could feel the need radiating off of him in waves.

She didn't want to. She didn't want to say those three little words that had clearly switched Evan on and made him come to life. She didn't want to lead him on or carry on down this path. They were meant to be talking, not falling into each other's arms like this.

Her chest tightened and she did her best not to make a sound when Evan's hands suddenly slithered down her waist. She didn't dare think what he was doing as his lips continued to work against hers, barely letting her up for air before he consumed her again. But her eyes shot open and she made a sharp noise against his lips when she felt where his hands were wandering to.

He took great pleasure in pulling up the hem of her dress so he could worm his hands up the back of her thighs and around to cup her bum.

She tried to pant his name against his lips but she pushed up on her toes, inadvertently pushing further into Evan's chest when his fingers squeezed into her flesh and his lips parted from hers.

He began peppering little pecks and kisses down her jaw until his head was inclined and his lips were attached to the side of her neck.

(Y/n) could feel herself itching in her shoes, desperate to push him away because she could feel his teeth grazing against her skin. He was like a vampire; always had been. (Y/n) knew when he bared his teeth he was about to strike, about to sink them into her flesh and create large bruises and indents into her skin.

She couldn't let him do that. Not here, not when he was on shift and this was a party event, they couldn't be doing this right now.

"Evan…" Her hands pushed at his shoulders but it was a feeble attempt and they both knew it. Her neck was like a button and it turned off her senses. They both knew (Y/n) had a weak spot for Evan's kisses, especially when he was practically worshipping her when he was doing this.

He always knew how to make her feel like the only person in the world worth being with. It proved that (Y/n) was the only person in Evan's life; the only one in his world that he had eyes for, that he wanted to touch and kiss and pull into his arms like this.

"You look beautiful, you know."

(Y/n) knew if Evan's arms hadn't been tightly pressing into her waist to hold her up, she would of melted to the floor at the sound of his sickly sweet voice.

It made her inwardly laugh that he loved to tell her how beautiful she looked, but he was more interested in taking the dress off than he was admiring her wearing it. She could feel his right hand travelling round to give a sharp tug on the hem of her dress that was currently bunched up near her hip. If anyone walked in at this moment they would get an eye full.

"Wearing my favourite colour," His words were so quiet (Y/n) had to strain to keep her focus on him. And when he gave a sharp tug on her dress and pulled it up higher than her hip, her hand hurriedly reached down to clamp around his arm. She couldn't have him taking her dress off here. Anyone could walk in. He was still on shift. People would start to wonder where they got to.

She could feel herself becoming light headed and she leaned forward to drop her head onto Evan's shoulder. With her weight pushing forward on him, it allowed (Y/n) to nudge him back a few steps so she wasn't leaning against one of the cot beds anymore.

"Can't just stand there and not touch you." He murmured into her neck, but this time, there was a growling edge to his voice that had pins and needles flowing through (Y/n)'s blood.

"We're s-supposed to be talking," (Y/n) squeezed his shoulders to try and catch his attention. But she switched to cupping his face in her palms instead so she could reel his head up to keep them both level and keep his lips away from her neck.

"We are talking," He paused to steal another kiss, earning a quiet groan from (Y/n) in response. "Come on, say you'll be my girl again."

"Okay. We can talk at home." Her thumbs brushed across Evan's sharp cheekbones that always felt like they could give paper cuts if pressed hard enough.

She watched the light sparkle in his eyes and it made her feel even more lightheaded than before. Her head seemed to spin around her and she swayed back and forth until Evan moved his hands to hold her hips again. She could feel her dress ruffled around her hips and pulled up high on her thighs from where it was still trapped between Evan's fingers that were woven into the fabric and clamped down on her hips.

"You'll come home, tonight?"

"What time do you finish?"

It wasn't worth trying to talk this out with Evan here and now, the only thing that was guaranteed to happen was for someone to walk in on them having relations while Evan was still on shift. It would be easier to go home and talk when he finished work, besides, most of (Y/n)'s things were still at the apartment. It was her way of showing him she wasn't walking away and never coming back. They could talk through everything tonight and sort things out properly. They would have all the time in the world to talk tonight.

She felt hum mutter "Six," against her lips before he was pushing her back and (Y/n) was far from stupid, she knew he was aiming to push her down on one of the beds. But she tried to plant her heels into the floor and push on his shoulders.

"We need to- Evan- Evan no, we have to get back out there." Her fingers squeezed tightly into his shoulders and she tilted her head back out of his way to make the message get through. She had been lenient, but she wasn't going to compromise his job and get him into trouble if someone caught them.

And she was still feeling like her head was swimming through a fog and leaving her far behind. If she laid down on one of those beds, (Y/n) knew she might not get back up again.

Evan pressed a lasting kiss to her lips and wove his arm around her waist, tucking her into his side before he finally let her move. When they moved towards the door, he was ignited with adrenaline and excitement when (Y/n) held his hand.

He loved the feeling of her head leaning on his shoulder and the way she pushed her weight into him when they walked out the room. He couldn't stop from glancing down at her, supressing a chuckle when he watched her try to sort out her dress and smooth out the creases he had caused. He much preferred to see her dress bunched around her hips, showing off her underwear that was probably skewed out of place too. But he wouldn't want anyone else getting that lovely sight.

He felt even more invigorated when (Y/n) didn't let go of his hand once they were back on the station floor. He loved how she seemed to cling to him tighter and lean her weight onto him like she didn't hold the strength to keep herself upright. He wanted them to be like this all the time.

He wanted to kiss her every chance he got and feel her huddled up into his side for as long as possible.

"We thought you'd got lost." Eddie looked the pair of them up and down with one raised brow and a coy smile when he walked past them, clearly aiming for the locker room to go grab something. He patted Evan's shoulder as he passed while (Y/n) leaned a bit more into Evan.

The anxiety she felt when she turned up here had dwindled down significantly, but she still felt uneasy. It was probably all the adrenaline she'd been living off for the past few weeks, and the fact that she hadn't eaten tea last night or breakfast today. She had been too nervous and pent up.

And now, knowing that later tonight she and Evan would have to talk properly before anything went back to a sense of normality between them, (Y/n) could feel her mind racing again.

Just the thought of what they would talk about tonight was overwhelming and it was combining badly with her twisting, tensing stomach.

"Let's grab a drink."

(Y/n) let Evan steer them both towards the drinks table towards the back of the station. She tried to force herself to smile when she saw Hen stood at the drinks table, pouring some juice into plastic cups decorated with skulls and pumpkins.

But her smile didn't reach her eyes and the more they walked, the more dizzy she started to feel.

By the time they got to the table, (Y/n) meshed her face into Evan's bicep and leaned heavily against him until she was sure he was holding almost all of her weight up for her. She felt like she was tilting forward, like she was stood on a ledge about to fall off and one more inch forwards would make her topple over. She didn't feel well.

She was sure Evan said something, but she couldn't hear him over the sound of her blood surging through her ears, hammering away like a drumbeat.

"You okay?" Evan looked down at her as she clung to his left arm, seemingly refusing to look up at him. Was she worried what the team would say or think? Did she suddenly not want to be at the station anymore?

He moved his right hand to cup the side of her neck, tracing his thumb along the edge of her jaw while he cautiously tilted her head back. Evan's eyes narrowed when he looked down at (Y/n). Tilting her head seemed to make her sway and he could feel her head lolling backwards, causing him to tighten his grip on her neck to try and hold her steady.

She didn't look very well and Evan wasn't sure she was actually looking at him. Her eyes were constricted and looking off into the distance rather than looking up at him.

"I th- I'm gonna…"

A groan burst past Evan's lips when (Y/n)'s head suddenly bashed into his chest and her weight fell forward into him. He let go of her neck in favour of binding both arms around her waist, pulling her into his chest so she didn't slump down to the floor.

She'd fainted.

Evan felt her head loll into his chest before she seemed to slump to the right and her head lolled to one side.

"Fuck." He switched one hand to grab the back of her head, holding her in place against his chest while he bent down until he was knelt on the floor with (Y/n) slumped up against him. His thumb stroked her skin and he carefully laid her down between his thighs, her back up against his chest and her head pressed against his arm.

He stroked his hand up and down her chest while his other hand pressed against her temple. She wasn't flushed or burning up and he could feel her breathing steady, her chest rising and falling against his hand.

"Is she not feeling well?" Hen left the table in favour of kneeling down beside them and she reached out for (Y/n)'s wrist to check her pulse. While Chimney steadily aimed their way with one of the medic bags in hand.

"Clearly not," Evan muttered quietly as he moved his hand to rub up and down her arm to try and stimulate her and bring her back around.

He could feel relief swelling up in his chest when (Y/n)'s head turned a little into his chest and the quietest murmur passed her parted lips. She was starting to come around. He looked over at Hen when she found the blood pressure cuff in the medic bag and took a reading. And Evan was glad she did that while (Y/n) was still out of it; he knew she hated having that done, it always made her feel lightheaded and nervous.

"BP's quite low, maybe a trip to the doctor might be a good idea."

Evan was suddenly glad (Y/n) had turned up today because he just knew if this happened when he wasn't around, she wasn't likely to tell him about it. That was why he liked to know what was going on when he wasn't home. What if something like this happened when she was out and he had no idea? If something happened to her and Evan didn't know where she was then he had no way of getting to her.

He had to know these things, Evan had to know so he could always have control over the situation.

***

"Okay, well we've had your blood results back, and your BP is steadily climbing back up which is good."

"I told you I'm fine." (Y/n) looked from the nurse across to Evan as if the pair of them were in on a cahoot to keep (Y/n) here. She told the team she didn't need to come down to see a doctor, she said she was fine and she just felt a bit unsteady. No one took no for an answer. When she could barely stand up, they practically carried her to the car and told Evan to take her to the doctor to be sure.

She had been glad Evan was the one to bring her down because he caught her again when she blacked out as soon as the needle was in her arm for her bloods to be taken.

She felt silly, coming down here when she was just anxious and pent up, there was nothing wrong with her and she felt like she was wasting their time.

"Yes, well, liver and kidney function is all good but you are lacking a few vitamins and you're very low on iron."

Her eyes glanced to the right to look over at Evan who gave her a pointed look. That may not be something urgent but it was clearly a good job she came down to get checked out.

"But there is a reason for that, your results show that you're pregnant. Congratulations."

(Y/n) felt like her head was swelling up with air and she planted both hands down on the bed either side of her to keep herself sitting upright so she didn't suddenly topple down. It was a good job she was sitting down because she knew her knees would of given way at that news.

Pregnant.

They were having a baby. One of the reasons she and Evan had argued was because this was the path he wanted to go down and although (Y/n) wanted kids, she thought it was rather sudden. They hadn't long moved in together and Evan had frightened her talking about getting a house together.

But if she was pregnant now, then a house was clearly the next step that they were going to have to take sooner rather than later. They couldn't cramp a baby into the bedroom with them at the apartment, there was only one bedroom after all and they would need space with a baby around.

She barely felt Evan's hand cupping the back of her neck, but she leaned into his touch when he smothered his lips against her temple. She could feel him smiling into her skin and the quiet laugh he let out made her heart jump and pick up pace and she was glad she wasn't on an ECG monitor for that to show.

"We're having a baby."

When Evan perched down on the side of the bed just as the nurse left them to talk about 'the good news', (Y/n) curled her hands around his arm and leaned into him. She laid her cheek on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

A baby. Evan was good with kids, this was the life he'd always wanted and he was going to be amazing with a baby of their own. As long as that possessive, controlling streak within him didn't flare up and get worse now that she was pregnant. And it couldn't get in the way with a baby around. (Y/n) couldn't be telling Evan her every move and have him becoming angry or overwrought if he didn't know where she or the baby were at every moment of the day.

Evan kissed the top of her head again and again, unable to wipe the smile off his face. This is what they talked about. Granted, they had differed in opinion on this subject, but they would be in full agreement now. This is what they wanted. This is all Evan had dreamed about.

He wanted this to happen. He had been praying for this to happen. He knew (Y/n) hadn't thought about having kids yet, the reason she had been saying they should keep using protection- something Evan had forgone quite a few times for this very reason.

"A baby," (Y/n) uttered as a small smile pulled at her lips when Evan held her tighter and pecked her temple again. She had no idea. She didn't even suspect she might be pregnant.

This was a good thing. It had to be, didn't it?

[greenunoreversecard]

Kai,llyod, and Cole hc of them with a s/o that's kinda like a child of aphrodite from pjo? A bit more like piper though, they hate their gift and have to deal with cat callers alot?

I got cat called by way older men on the way home so this would be really comforting.

A/N:sorry it took so long to get this out for you. Ik my words can't offer much, but I'm sorry you get catcalled, it's not a fun feeling.

Sugar and spice-> Gn! Reader

individual headcanons of kai, cole and lloyd with a stunning S/O

Kai:

Kai, despite being extremely similar to his element in a multitude of ways, is an utter gentleman.

Hes always respectful of you, and makes sure to ask before he touches you in anyway, and is respectful with his eyes as well

With this said, as you guys grow close and start dating, he becomes uber protective of you.

He knows your very stunning.

And he knows others know that as well.

But alot of times, these people are creepy and go about saying: "hi, your outfit is cool" weirdly

And so he won't hesitate to punt a bitch into the sun

Most likely to throw a punch before a word leaves the creeps mouth.

And if your ever feeling gross and icky bc of the creeps?

Bros pulling out every stop.

Hes getting Zane to make a 10 course Michelin star meal, he's getting your comfort items, a hoodie (yours or his, doesn't matter) and he's becoming a 10/10 massager

Hes getting self care items, and a bath along with movies and cuddles with a side of shoulder to cry on

But if you get angry about the creeps??

He eggs you on. Agrees with you"YEAH BABE, FUCK THOSE ASSWIPES"

he will actively encourage any fist fights fights want to start with them

Hes your number 1 hype man, as well as comforter

Cole:

This man worships the ground you walk on. Just generally

Also drinks the respect tea (all of them do)

Hes always telling you how amazing you look, and even gives advice for anything you may need

Clothes? Food? Whatever hobby your working on?

He just has a eye for style of all categories

Hes generally also more down to earth, and realizes its much more than looks that makes a person

Which is why it takes him a bit longer to confess, as he wanted to get to know you better first (this man is demiromantic and demisexual)

Hes also fucking oblivious

So when people are more... sly about their intentions, like wording and such, he prolly won't notice

But the second he gets wind of what they are tryna pull

Hes super passive aggressive

And he slings a arm around your shoulder, or hides you behind him

Trys to talk it out first, and if they don't catch the hint they will catch his hands

Hes not... great with comfort tbh

His mom's dead and his dad's lowkey emotionally unavailable so he's not good at it

But he will rub your back when you cry, and buy takeout

He'll also prolly ask kai or Jay about how to comfort you better, bc both had either a sibling or parent.

He would ask Nia buts she's a younger sibling with a emotional brick wall of a brother so it's next to never she did some comforting.

Hes a little confused when it comes to comfort but Hes got spirit

Lloyd:

He has always been a little silly

So expect to bark at your aggressors

Idk why I just see him barking at your catcallers

Besides that

Hes always relied more on personality for if he likes someone, like cole

Not that kai doesn't care for personality he does, but looks plays a bigger factor for kai than they do cole and lloyd

Anyways

Off topic

Lloyd doesn't make a big deal how you look. Like doesn't comment on your outfits like cole.

Doesnt mean he doesn't think you don't look nice, bc he thinks you look lovely always

But moreso doesn't give a fuck

Wear a potato sack, or go naked, he doesn't give a fuck he just wants to get to the mall before it closes to he can check out the anime shops

He Def has a idrc additude, especially in dragon rising i feel, so I think if you want compliments you'd have to be outright about it, whereas the other two just kinda;"aww my partner is lovely🥰🥰"

And he's like;"babe, love you to bits and pieces but hurry the fucketh upeth I wanna get there before the fucking store closes"

And bc of that he's also the worst at comfort

Like he's always been told to suck it up so he kinda just is like... cool you done? And stands there awkwardly. He will get better with time, but please explain how to help better for future moments bc he was a Lil scared when you started crying.

Anyways back to the beginning about when mfs are being creepy

Barks at them

Fr barks

Bc it weird them out and he thinks it's funny

Or just tries to be as weird as possible

Like starts acting possessed

Crawls backwards on all fours like the lady from the ring or smth

If generally weirdness doesn't work he fights them

Though he tries to scare them off first

[lokideservesahug]

An Unexpected Crossover

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Pairing:Carlos Alcaraz x F1 pilot!Reader

Notes: I've had this in my mind since Wimbledon but only ever ½ created this. Shout out to @yungbludz for fully bringing me into my Alcaraz era and for indirectly encouraging me to post this (il your work) + (an anon comes out of hiding ig). I have ideas for other parts but Idk if I should continue so feedback is very welcome. This characterisation is probably awful but I've never written for Carlos before. I'm very open to advice though.

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N, the only rookie in Formula 1's 2024 season. But many people get excited at her attending Wimbledon especially after some old interviews resurface...

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You weren't ashamed of your boyfriend, of course not. But mornings like these made the constant speculation, talks and borderline harassment about your relationship worth it.

Moments where you woke up earlier and could watch the first breaking of the morning sun fall out between the gaps in your curtains and onto Carlos' face. You watch as the yellow light frames your boyfriend's face, making him look even more pretty than usual.

In this moment, he looked like the perfect image of sleep. And goodness did he deserve it, especially after his performance, that could only be described as truly outstanding yesterday.

You'd heard what people said about yesterday. Djokovic gave one of his greatest performances ever and Carlos still managed to beat him. Even the thought strikes a chord of pride within you and brings a grin to your face.

A sudden groan however wakes you from your thoughts. "Querida?" You hum in response, looking back down to your boyfriend. He lifts his head up slowly and gives you a familiar look (one that you've learnt that at times like these, means he's questioning why you aren't still glued to his side). You hold in the urge to laugh slightly his pouty face and half asleep fueled strop but that only makes his pout get somehow bigger. "Big baby." You lie down next to Carlos, resting your head on his shoulder and weaving your hand under his shirt. Carlos let's out a slight shiver at the lack of warmth in your hands but also simultaneously hums in content. "Eso está mejor" (That's better)

You roll your eyes. "Then shush you big baby." Already anticipating his next move, you whip out your other arm to cage Carlos' hand to the bed. "Don't even think about pretending to be offended. Just go back to sleep." And that order he happily complies with; well after wriggling his arm from out of your grip only to lay it on your back and rub mindless shapes as he mutters "mujer mandona" (Bossy woman). And before you have the time to respond, (probably about the fact that Carlos gets riled up at stuff like that) you feel the familiar shallow breathing of your boyfriend fan across your hair.

You had to do things at some point today. But you suppose you could sleep in, especially for the Wimbledon Champion.

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Jane had given you some elaborate story for if anyone truly cared enough to ask about your relationship, well at least for your standards. You're pretty sure it went something along the lines of:

1. You and your boyfriend met at the start of last year and began dating soon after (but kept it on the downlow due to your job). However, you were so enamoured with him that despite your PR training, you let the fact that you weren't single slip once or twice.

2. He broke up with you a few months ago, leaving you heartbroken but still being mature and understanding.

3. (Possibly the truest element of the whole story) Carlos kissed you when he won Wimbledon for the second time, which he did.

4. Your ex boyfriend saw, came to a realisation, called you up... you know the rest.

It was very PR polished and you knew it, Jane knew it, but it was what you needed. Some story just yo cover your tracks and make people focus on your racing, not your love live. But it almost made you laugh at what lengths people had to go to. When infact the real story was only:

1. You and Carlos started dating at the start of last year...

That's it. No break up, no heartfelt reunion after you kissed another man. However, you and your boyfriend had a good laugh over the whole story and even led to an interesting conversation a few days ago.

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You'd just come home after racing in the simulator all afternoon. You look down at your phone and sigh at the sight of Jane wishing you a nice day, finally ending the conversation. You fight the urge to roll your eyes as you unlock the front door and step inside. You take your shoes off and walk to the living room to try and find Carlos.

And exactly as expected, he's sat on the sofa, scrolling on his phone. He looks up as you enter the room. "Buenas tardes cariño. ¿Cómo estuvo?" (Good afternoon darling, how was it). You sigh and drop back onto the sofa, leaving back on Carlos as he adjusts to put an arm around you. "Meh. Same as usual. Jane finally came up with a cover story..." Carlos hums in intrigue next to you as you explain the ins and outs of what might as well be a well constructed pyramid scheme at this point.

By the time you've finished, you feel well and truly worn out but you seek comfort in the feeling of Carlos absentmindedly rubbing shapes onto your shoulder. "I don't see what the big deal is. I mean I told Juanki ages ago." You feel your whole body tense up as you turn to Carlos... "You did what?" You're only met with Carlos' sheepish, confused face. And oh gosh, you feel like you need to lie down.

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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed!

As always, likes, reblogs and especially feedback is always welcome!

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[thehouseofurmotha]

Can you write Toga x rookie Frm!hero she convinces to join the LOV

Of course! I hope you enjoy :) Reader is freshly 18 in this story :))

Pairing: Toga x Fem!Hero reader,

Warnings: swearing, mentions of violence and absusive child hoods

Summery: After being forced to by a hero by the commission, you meet a girl that changed something in you.

You had freshly been a hero for two weeks. You would say it's been the worst two weeks of your life, but that wouldn't be the truth. Because every week of your life since you were five has been absolute hell.

You were gifted with an extremely strong ice quirk, one the commission thought would be perfect for a hero. They came to you and your family, promising whatever they would need or ever want if they simply gave you up and cut all ties.

Growing up in a poor family that had been struggling with 6 other children. They didn't even think twice before accepting the offer.

You had been excited, at the idea of being a hero. To be able to save people everyday like the ones you see on tv. Until you learned the truth of what your life would be like from now on.

They practically tortured you, forcing you to strengthen your quirk into the greatest weapon it could be. Because that's all you were to them, a weapon.

You didn't want to live like this, you wanted to have a family, to have a life. To have a name. The commission had stripped you of your identity and turned you into Glacier, the hero that was too cold for her own good.

You weren't the sweet smiley hero that everyone had expected you to be after you made your Debut. You were cold to everyone and angry at the world. But nonetheless you quickly started gaining popularity due to your strong power, and ability to quickly take down buildings.

The world saw you as this hero, but to yourself you were nothing but a government approved killer. The commission didn't care about saving people, no they just force you to kill the ones who do wrong. You wish people knew, what went on behind the scenes. You wish the public hated you, because you deserved it. You were a puppet and the commission was pulling the strings.

You continue on your patrol, walking through allies waiting to see something that you need to stop. You hear footsteps behind you, quickly turning around to be met with a girl who seems to be around the same age as you.

She smiles, one thy could scare most people. But not you, not with the things you've seen. "Aren't you a cutie! I could just eat you up!!" She has such a happy voice, but you can see the knife in her hand. So you know that chances are this encounter isn't going to go well.

It clicks, in your mind who she is. Himiko Toga, a member of the league of villains. "You're Toga aren't you?" You doubt that she'd confirm it, but it was worth a try you thought.

"Mhm! And you're the new hero Glacier! I couldn't find what your actual name is though.. Anyways! I was sent by Mr boss man to come find you!" The last part of her sentence throws you off. The leader of the league sent her to come find you. Which in your mind could only mean one thing, that she was here to kill you. You immediately get into a defensive mode, ready to surround her in ice at a moments notice.

"Woah! Don't worry I'm not here to kill you silly!" You wonder what other reason she could be here then. None of it makes sense, you don't understand what the league would want with you.

"Then what are you here to do?" You know that you could capture her right now, freeze her right now and be the one who captures her. But some part of you is compelling you to let you hear what she has to say.

"Well! To put it simply cutie! We want you to be apart of the league!" She says with the widest smile like she isn't talking to a pro hero currently.

"And why do you think I would do that? I should freeze you right now and turn you in." You mumble the last part, but you can tell she still heard it.

"Well you haven't yet, sooo! And because you'd be a perfect fit silly! We've seen your interviews; seen how angry you are at the world. You can come with us! You can change the way the world is today! C'mon Glacier! Turn the world into something you want it to be!" The fact that you're even considering her offer scares you. You're a hero you shouldn't be thinking like this, but the idea of taking revenge on those who have hurt you is more temping than you'd like to admit.

She must have noticed that you were deep in thought because she broke the silence. "C'mon I can tell you're thinking about it cutie! Let's get revenge on everyone who has hurt us together!" You think about Keigo, the only person who knew the real you. He had gone through the exact same thing you had. He was like an older brother to you, the only semblance to a family you've ever had.

You sigh, "take your knife out and come here." You've decided you want to control your life. You want to be who you want to be, not what others expect you to be.

"Huh? Why silly! I'm not supposed to hurt you, just bring you back!" Why doesn't she want to hurt you, isn't that her whole thing? It thoroughly confused you.

"Well unless you want every hero in the country swarming your hide out, you've got to cut the tracker out of my neck." She smiles even wider at that. The commission had decided that you shouldn't be trusted, after you had tried to escape multiple times. So they forced a tracker into you, and threatened to kill you if you tried to take it out yourself.

"Oh my gosh!! Yay! We're gonna have so much fun together Glacier you don't understand! I'm so happy to finally have another girl in the league." She skips over to you pulling her knife out. You turn around and pull your hair back. You can't believe you're trusting this absolute psycho.

You hiss in pain as she slices the back of your neck. It's not something you can't handle though. Quickly you feel her fingers pull the little device out of your neck. You quickly freeze the skin together, stoping the bleeding and allowing for it to heal much quicker than it would before.

"Is that the only one? I'd love to do it again!!" The deranged smile she gives you makes you chuckle. You don't know why you find it funny but for some odd reason you do.

"Yeah it is, I've been completely checked for any others." This makes you think of Keigo. The night the two of you had spent checking every inch of each other's body for trackers. In any other situation than the one you guys were in, it probably would have been awkward. But you guys understand that it was information you needed if you ever wanted to get out.

"Okay!! C'mon then let's go back to the hide out! Twice is going to love you!" She grabs your hand and starts leading you away. You know that you're going to have second choices about your decision, but there's no going back now. You've made your choice, and your choice is revenge on the people who have hurt you.

As you walk she starts to talk to you. "Are you gonna tell us your real name? Or are you gonna be like Dabi who won't tell us.. he's such a meanie!" She rambles on, you think it's sweet. You wonder what happened to get her here.

"Oh it's Y/n." This is the first time you've gotten to introduce yourself with your name. Not the one that was forced upon you.

"Ooo I love your name Y/n!!" To hear your name come from a persons mouth gives you a comfort that you didn't know you needed.

"So, what happened to you that you ended up here?" You decide to be rather blunt about it. That's always just been the way you are.

"Ohh! Well I was tired of people telling me who to be! I wanted to be able to express my love the way I wanted! Not how everyone else wanted me to!" Even though it sad, she still keeps a happy face. "Look!! We're here Y/n!!" She opens the door in front of you and the first thing you see is a bar is the man with the warp power behind it, and the leagues leader sitting at it. You take a harsh breath. Preparing yourself to accept your new life.

"Hm so you were successful Toga, good job." The warp guy is the first to speak. "Welcome to the League Glacier, make yourself comfortable as this will be your new home for the time being. My name is Kurioguri, the one sitting at the bar is Tomura Shigaraki. The league's leader." You nod in response and before you can say anything Toga interrupts.

"Her name is Y/n actually!! She told me on the way here! Isn't it pretty! Twice! Come here you've got to meet her!!" Kurioguri, must sense that Toga is mildly stressing you out.

"Toga, relax you're going to scare her away and that's the last thing we want to happen." Even if you want to show him appreciation for it, it's just not how you are.

"She's fine." Your voice comes out cold, and harsh. But you could honestly care less.

"Hm little hero's got some bite to her." A man with black hair appears out of one of the rooms in the back.

"Dabiiii shushhh!" Toga says walking over to him and pulls her knife out. He just pushes her away and scoffs.

"I don't know why you guys trust her, she's probably just here to gather intel for her little hero friends." You send him a glare. The only one of those assholes who was your friend was Keigo.

"Like hell I'd put myself in that much danger for those fucking assholes. They weren't my friends. They were shitty people who wanted me to do their fucking dirty work starting the day I turned 18." This seems to shut him up as he raises his hands in defeat.

"You were right Kurioguri she'll make a perfect addition." The leader, Shigaraki finally speaks. "She has the same itch for revenge." You can slightly see his eye through the hand on his face.

"So little hero, what exactly is your quirk." He says walking towards you. Wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

"I can freeze any thing with molecules of water, including your blood which I'm going to do if you don't get the fuck off me." You think about just pushing him off but threatening him is much more fun.

"Alright damn, you're no fun." He takes his arm off your shoulder and walks away letting himself fall onto the couch.

Toga grabs your hand telling you about how she's got to show you around and show you her room. She's so excited about it and you realize that this is your life now. And you don't think you're too mad about it.

It turned out a little shorter than I wanted but I hope you enjoyed it!! As always requests are open open and happy reading <3

[hitlikehammers]

feels like home

rating: t ♥️ cw: coming out, softness, recovering from the upside down ♥️ tags: pre-relationship, post-s4, fluff, hurt/comfort, Eddie is having many feelings, the main one being that Steve feels like home, platonic stobbin, supportive platonic soulmates coming out so Eddie feels safe to do the same, injury recovery, still-so-soft

for @steddielovemonth day seventeen: Love is about a hand reaching out to you so you don't get lost (@yournowheregirl)

this definitely takes place chronologically after this one so: have some of these codependent lovebirds as they start to figure their big feelings out ♥️

It’s weird, and probably unhealthy, that his hospital room—like this—feels kinda like home.

But he thinks it’s okay, to be fair, because it’s not like he thinks this place is home; the smell of antiseptic is still pretty sharp in the air even as he’s gotten disconnected from one machine, drip, or monitor every day until he’s largely free to toddle to the bathroom on his own as long as there’s someone to watch and make sure he doesn’t fall. Wayne’s there for that when he can be, which explains the home associations, but: the rest of the time, in fact—kinda more often than it isn’t?

It’s Steve.

And Eddie struck a deal with himself—no digging in to the fluttery-gooey-warm-chest-squeezy feelings while he’s laid up in a bed—but when he walks around even under supervision, it’s…feeling like he’s cheating.

Plus the feelings are getting kinda…kinda loud.

Because Steve is always there, sometimes he ever stays when Wayne comes, at least for a while. He leaves to keep an eye on the Party, leaves to check up on Max, hits the community hub: but it’s…it’s such a blip of time, honestly, in comparison to being here, with Eddie.

And when he’s gone, it doesn’t…it doesn’t feel at all like home, it feels kinda fucking horrible, so.

Eddie doesn’t even actually have to dig in to that train of thought. It’s pretty fucking clear as-is.

He’s surfacing from kind of, like, a light doze, not even a full on nap, and he’s gentle with the coming-to of it because he can kinda, like, feel Steve’s presence at his side and he’s talking really low anyway, even if he couldn’t, so Eddie definitely knows it’s him, and he could have guessed the other visitor pretty easy even if it wasn’t her voice that was the first to bleed through with actual words:

“She’s,” Robin makes a little stifled whine; “you’ve seen her.”

“Not my type but,” Steve’s saying from next to Eddie; “ I see your point, yeah.”

“She’s like a,” Robin’s voice goes kinda hazy, a little dreamy; “like a fairy creature, or! Or like a prairie woman with those, those hats—“

“A prairie woman who likes boobi—“

“Stop!” Robin hisses low, and Eddie can feel her knock his mattress a little, she must lean over like she wants to enforce her will somehow: “stop stop stop—“

“If you can’t say it you probably shouldn’t be touchin—“ Steve’s saying and god, his voice is so bitching, and Eddie think he kinda fucking lov—

Oh. Oh, well. Shit.

“I’m not touching!” Robin moans, but kinda frantic with it; “the problem is I am not touching!”

And Eddie, too, is not touching the thought he just had about those four fucking letters that are, that, that are—

“Also it’s a gross, immature word,” Robin’s going on and…oh.

Oh.

Okay, so like: even if he’s just kinda in that liminal space of awareness, they have to know he’s more awake than not; his two remaining monitors are different even when he’s calm and just resting, but as the words themselves sink in, now? His heartbeat’s betraying the hell out of him for the staccato it’s pinging on the screen as he processes it: Robin’s showing her cards, though Eddie’d always figured she might be a bird of his feather, but, like—

“Is it though?” Steve’s murmuring low and so, so��judgmental; “seems more immature to not say it at all,” and he, he fucking tsks at her, then, and, and—

And then—

Then Steve’s saying words that make no sense at all, like: sure they’re words. In English. Eddie’s very sure of it. So that means he should definitely comprehend them. But…

“You should listen to me, Robs, seriously. I do still like boobies, too. I have insights.”

And Eddie—Eddie’s eyes fly open, he thinks out of shock? That makes the most sense, like he’s startled into full-wakefulness, that tracks as he blinks up at the water-stainer ceiling with his heart in his throat as he tries to find sense in those words, fails, tries again, fucking fails, all as the Corsican Twins cackle over word choice, good god, and then—

“Hey.”

Steve’s grabbing his hand at the wrist and covering it so gently, fucking…cradles it and stories his thumb over the insistent tap of his pulse and meets his eyes, so wide and honest and earnest and if Eddie’s heart wasn’t already primed toward racing it sure as shit would have started just with those eyes on him, and that touch on him, and:

“You okay, man?” and it’s so simple, and Eddie doesn’t fucking know what’s happening on his face, what kind of of shock or terror or something deeper still is seeping from his expression but Steve’s studying him, watching for long seconds that stretch for-fucking-everbefore his jaw squares and his head tiles, something resolute shining through in him and he moves so slowly, lifts Eddie’s hand in his so slowly and Eddie doesn’t even wholly clock what’s happening, let alone that it’s real, as Steve fucking pauses their hands by his lips, so Eddie can feel his breath so warm and he watches, then, waits, and Eddie doesn’t think through what it means when he nods, like it’s not actually a legitimate thought, exactly, he just knows that, that—

Whatever’s happening, and however terrified he thinks he is: he can trust Steve.

Because somehow: Steve’s home.

It’s still fucking earth-shattering when Steve does lean, when his lips brush against the heel of Eddie’s palm, still scrape-covered, and then he reaches just as slow again for Eddie’s cheek to cup, to fucking cradle that, too, and Jesus H. Goddamn Christ—

“You’re safe, Eddie,” is all he says and maybe, maybe Eddie’s reading into it way beyond what he should, but like, it doesn’t feel like Steve’s telling him he’s safe maybe from the lingering threads of a nightmare, or that he’s safe from the government, from the cops, or from the Upside Down coming for them because they all know it’s still fucking coming but Eddie has felt scared of it once, yet, not like this, not here, with—

But Steve’s tone doesn’t just hold that: it’s bigger. He means…

They had to know he wasn’t really asleep, and so, Eddie, Eddie thinks Steve means…

Yeah.

Fuck.

“You’re outta water,” Steve’s saying and Eddie didn’t even notice he’d been reading to pour Eddie a glass from the ever-present pitcher at his bedside then he’s standing, his hand leaving and fuck all if Eddie doesn’t lean into it before he can think twice but Steve just smiles, soft, as he walks out the door.

“We talked about it.”

He turns to Robin almost violently, head kinda snapping her direction with the speed and force he moves with.

“We weren’t gonna hide it from you, but like,” she mashes her lips together, Eddie can see she’s trying to find a way forward with the least possible rambling, but the clearest possible throughway so she can get what she needs to say out, before Steve comes back.

“You shouldn’t feel like you have to,” she hums a little; “be that, you know, open? With us, if you don’t want to,” her eyes are so big and sincere, and Eddie’s pulse is steadying if only slowing by a fraction, but she does help put him at ease, even as she trips a little over the rest: “if you had any thing that was, y’know, kinda private or, something,” she nods to herself and plays with the hem of her shirt: “yeah.”

Eddie nods to himself, and…he can’t, he can’t not ask her, not in this window, because she said they’d talked and if this wasn’t part of it she loves Steve fierce and he could be still a little fresh off death’s door, she’ll still tell him to fuck off if she needs to, so at least there’s that, at least he knows, like, he won’t be allowed to step where he’s not welcome, and—

“I’m,” and fuck, his voice is a mess, he does need a fucking drink but in the absence of one at hand, he clears his throat hard and accepts that consequences of it burning like hell; “he, umm,” Eddie bits his lip and gestures toward the empty door, eyes Robin kinda pitifully: “he said—“

Robin, thank fuck: Robin is merciful, has to see where he’s going, here, and she points to the doorway indicative of who isn’t in it, yet:

“Very both,” she says simply, then point to herself: “very…”

“Boobies?” Eddie suggests and Robin, she just groans.

“Not you too,” and…okay, shit, umm, well—

Eddie… maybe Eddie can be brave. Like, in small doses.

“Actually, ah, I,” he stumbled but then he makes himself take a breath, makes himself try:

“No, not me too,” he says in a rush and looks up at her through his lashes, so fucking vulnerable: “like, very specifically not, me too.”

And she smiles at him so warm and…like, almost welcoming, which is weird but feels, nice? And she pats his arm kinda affectionately and, just—

“Did you decide to take me up on my wisdom so we can actually accept she’s almost definitely into you, and move on to planning your wedding?” Steve slides back in and shuts the door behind him, getting to pouring Eddie some water before he even sits the fuck down.

His fingers brush Eddie’s as he passes it off and, it probably shouldn’t make Eddie all tingly, Steve did kinda kiss his hand? Like, a little?

But that don’t mean shit: Eddie’s all pins and needles and, like, sparkles.

“He’s the only help you’ve got here, Buckley,” Eddie screws his courage up one more time because…because Steve needs to know, too; Eddie wouldn’t put Robin in the position of not knowing whether she can tell her platonic soulmate something, make her keep a secret even by implication but so much bigger that that is, are—

All the things he doesn’t want to poke at, or dig up and examine, that he’s dodging on the excuse of convalescence: all those things taken into account: he trusts Steve. He feels…so much for Steve already, and he feels weirdly sure that whatever happens next, those feelings are only gonna find ways to grow, so—

Steve has to know, not just because Eddie thinks he suspects it, but because Eddie tells him—because it’s….’cause it’s Steve.

“Feels like it’d be foolish not to take the man up on the offer when he’s definitely the expert in the room,” Eddie pushes on, awkward but determined; “seeing as I don’t, umm, know about,” and his eyes flicker to Robin for a second, before they land on Steve to finish:

“About boobies.”

And Steve does say anything, doesn’t look any way save how he’d looked before: calm, and mostly-relaxed, and right next to Eddie, and Eddie’s eyes drop from Steve’s face and find the collar of his shirt, the peak of hair from in between and, shit, shit, he’s talking about tits and then there’s Steve’s chest hair and holy fucking wow he is staring:

“Umm, I mean,” and fucking fuck, now he’s talking—

“Like, not that kind, at least,” and then he forces his eyes down to the sheets over his lap and considers if it’s possible to dissolve into cotton if it’s startchy and uncomfortable as shit, and you happen to be mortified enough to sink into the fucking threads.

But then; then there’s Steve.

Because of fucking course there’s Steve.

And Steve?

Steve takes his cup from him when he could easily have leaned to put it down himself, but then Steve replaces the cup in Eddie’s grip with his own warm hand, like a tether, like a lifeline, like a…

Like a promise.

And when the conversation turns toward strategizing Robin’s approach for Vickie, Eddie’s, he, he just…

He’s home, y’know?

tag list (comment to be added): @pearynice @hbyrde36 @slashify @finntheehumaneater @wxrmland @dreamwatch @perseus-notjackson

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[lumosatnight]

23 Fic Recs 2023!

This year has definitely been a year. I've devoured so many wonderful fics by so many amazing authors. Thank you @hprecfest for the super fun rec categories and for some fic inspiration! Here are 23 fics that I read and loved in 2023 (although some are quite a few years older) ordered by ship.

🌼 - fluff | 💔 - angst | 🔥 - smut

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💫 DRARRY 💫

1. A post-canon fic

The Discreet Gentleman's Connection by pluto (gayrights420) [Drarry, E, 80.4k] 🌼🔥 I had the absolute pleasure of beta-ing for this fic, so when I say it is amazing, it truly is just that. Fast burn on the smut via Floo sex, slow burn on the in-person falling in love. Satisfying in all the best possible ways.

2. A fic that made me laugh

AITA for being "obsessed" with my childhood nemesis? by @rainstormradish [Drarry, M, 4.3k] 🌼📲 Draco on a reddit forum is hilarious just on its own, but the banter and formatting really bring this fic to life. Amazingly creative, had me in stitches!

3. A comfort fic

The Eighth Tale by @letteredlettered [Drarry, E, 12.0k] 💔⏳ An oldie but a goodie. I constantly find myself coming back to this fic and having my mind blown every single time. Time travel timey-wimey angst.

4. A fic with art

Dating Draco - A Visual Game by @itsphantasmagoria [Drarry, M, Video Game] 🌼🎮 This is a fic in video game form!! Amazing art and lovely story where YOU get to make the choices for Drarry's happily ever after.

5. A favorite series

The Journal of Dreadful Things by @lilbeanz [Drarry, G, 112k, WIP] 🌼📖 Hilarious, witty, AND COMES WITH ART!! Lilbeanz draws and writes a wonderfully delightful series starting from Draco's First Year. His characterization had me in hysterics. Book 4 is starting soon!

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💫 COMMON SHIPS 💫

6. Fic with the hottest smut

Moonstruck by @prettyremus [Wolfstar, E, 3.8k] 🔥🐺 Found this gem while scrolling through the werewolf smut tag (don't judge me). I love the switch in dynamic with Sirius taming Remus's wolf through, ahem, rough sex.

7. An unreliable narrator fic

Sea of White by @dividawrites [Harrymort, E, 8.6k] 🔥🤍 Deliciously hot, creepy, and strangely sweet. Love their dynamic here, the unrestrained lust. Harrymort "die" and lose their memories, so, of course, then they bang.

8. A fic that made me cry

Far Apart, Far Away by @unmistakablyoatmeal [Hinny, minor Drarry, T, 1.6k] 💔💍 Infidelity angst has never been this good. I love the layers of emotion in this fic. Quick punchy sections that really pulled me in.

9. A Muggle(?) AU fic

Pleasant Hope by @ac1d6urn, @sinick [Snarry, E, 41.6k] 💔⛪️ Pastor Severus!! The angst, pining, and self-discovery in this fic is superb! I love the interwoven magic and detailed world-building of this little town.

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💫 RARE PAIRS 💫

10. A fav amongst faves

The Last Trial of Peter Pettigrew by @sleepstxtic [Prongstail, M, 20.8k] 💔 🐀 Holy moly, this fic!!!! Is this my new favorite fic?? Possibly. The concept is brilliant, so creative and nuanced. The Peter character study using outsider perspectives is genius. Seamlessly balances canon and new scenes.

11. A pre-canon fic

Careless by @tax-onomic [Luther, E, 1.5k] 🔥🪞 Lucius/Arthur my beloved rare pair!! I am captain of the Luther ship, and Tax's fic hits all the right spots. The pining, the sniping, the prickly personalities with emotional vulnerability underneath! And all in the middle of a hot smut scene. Perfect.

12. A canon-compliant fic

Scottish by thepadfoots [Chedric, G, 749] 💔🌟 Lovely Cho character study focused around her Asian identity and the boy she loved.

13. A fic rated G (more like T though)

Lion-Hearted Girl by MinnieQuill (odainath) [Minmione, G, 4.5k] 💔🦁 I know the large age gap might scare some, but their relationship feels very organic in this fic. The setting is grim, but there is always hope in the darkness!

14. A fic rated T

You're So Vane by @patriceavril [Romelina, T, 6.8k] 🌼💄Romilda is so delightfully characterized, I was smiling through the entire fic. Angelina is the perfect foil (and love interest) to Romilda's attentions.

15. A rare pair fic (less than 2000 fics on AO3)

Snakeskin by @cntrl15 [Bellastoria, E, 3.7k] 🔥👠 Talk about a rare pair! Astoria/Bellatrix only has 2 tagged fics on AO3: this fic and the drabble I wrote based on it. But read this fic, and you'll see why I felt the need to write more in this universe.

16. A fest fic

Master of None by @nanneramma [Snormac, G, 5.5k] 🌼🧘 Severus is so wonderfully cranky, and Cormac is fine AF. The surprise pairing of 2023 that I never knew I needed and now I'm obsessed with!

17. An under-rated fic

Sun, Shadow, Shade by @naomijameston [Snuna, G, 700] 🌼☀️ Post-war fluff. Sunshine Luna is the perfect match for sullen Snape. A short and sweet fic for this underrated ship.

18. A canon-divergent fic

but somebody's gotta do it by nocturn [Pangulus, T, 920] 😄🧟‍♂️ This fic will make you say WTF but also huh, okay that totally works. The concept is WILD but Lyra executes it wonderfully. Pansy drags Regulus out of the inferi lake and they flirt a little while he gets de-corpsified lol.

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💫 POLY SHIPS 💫

19. A dark fic

In his embrace by @loneamaryllis [Snarrymort, het!Snarry, E, 48k] ⚡️👀 Dark and dirty but so so good. A Voldemort Wins AU where fem!Harry is taken as prisoner. Snape's mindset as he tries to save her (and is forced to rape her) is so twisted and mesmerizing. Mind the tags!

20. A thought-provoking fic

Icarus by @thistlecatfics [Millvansy, M, 20.0k] 💔🍾 War trauma, addiction, codependency! This fic is messy with emotions but has a strong, beating heart underneath. I am in love with Parvati as she deals with Pansy's addiction and Millicent's denial — three beautiful, imperfect girls.

21. A holiday fic

A Time, Dark and Divine by @moonflower-rose [Dronarry, E, 17.0k] 🔥⛱ HOLY FREAKING FUCK!! The sexual tension in this fic is off the freaking charts. Drarry seducing Ron while on vacation in Portugal. Sign me the fuck up!

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💫 GEN 💫

22. A favorite fic under 5k

The Scrunchie by @saintsenara [Lightning Era Girls, G, 4.5k] 💖👭 Such a lovely look into some of the female background characters, all following the path of a single scrunchie. Lisa, Padma, Parvati, Hannah, Sally-Anne.

23. A fic with an ending I can't stop thinking about

Through the Middlegame by @sandervansunshine [Astoria & Peter, T, 6.6k] 💔♜ Devastating, heart-wrenching, tragic. 10000% would recommend. Kylee has already heard me screaming in the servers about this fic. If I could get a fic tattooed straight onto my brain, this would be it.

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💫 BONUS RECS! 💫

A podfic

Plenitude by @wilfriede, written by eldritcher [Amelmione, M, 14 min] 💔🥀 Amazing voices, amazing music, amazing ambience. Wilfriede really brings one of my fav Hermione/Amelia Bones fics to life in this podfic!

A comic

War Prize by @mrviran [Snegulus, Reggiemort, M, Comic, WIP] ☠️🐍 The panels are awe-inspiring. I am HOOKED on this comic. The murder and the TENSION. Ughhhhh so good. I am so invested in Severus's arc!!

A self-rec (completely self-indulgent)

For I Have Found Salvation by @lumosatnight [Snarry, E, 7.1k] 🔥✝ My first time writing Snarry! Priest Kink, church sex, and blasphemous religious imagery. Priest Severus is oh-so-tempted by Teen Harry. So fun to write and even more fun to go back and read as a guilty pleasure.

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⚡️ Want more fics to read? ⚡️

Try my rec tag: #lumosinthelibrary

Year in Reading, b-day oneshots, WLW Library

[hyukalyptus]

okay love? — yeonjun x fem!reader | bestie!yj gives reader her first orgasm. NSFW/MDNI!

cw. bestfriend!yeonjun, virgin!afab!reader, reader's first orgasm ever, pet names (pretty, love), cunnilingus (f. receiving), nipple play, unprotected sex (pls wear condoms), creampie, infidelity technically, chubby!reader implied. notes. i'm reposting some of my most popular/favorite works from my old blog! this was my most popular one, so enjoy again pls! smut under cut. wc. ~800

when u told him u were nervous bc it was starting to get serious with ur new parter and you think you might take that step with them soon, he almost couldn't believe you've never had an orgasm before? not even by yourself?

he just wanted to help out his friend. that's it. he swears. you tried to explain urself, but i don't know. i've just always been too nervous.

you think you're hearing things when he offers his help—just want you to be prepared is all. you agree, laying down on ur bed and letting him undress you so slowly, pressing his lips to the inside of ur hot thighs because i'm gonna start off really slow, ok? as he teases you with gentle sucks on the outside of ur pussy. you don't know how long he teases you, but he reassures you you can take as long or as little as it takes to cum, okay love?

you don't know why, but ur hips roll and buck, trying to get them up to his mouth. look at you, you wanna cum so bad already and i've barely touched you. tears already forming in your eyes, you can't help but beg yeonjun to please, i don't know what you're planning on doing, but just do it now.

but he already told you. i'm gonna start off really slow, remember? spreading your lips to look at how you're absolutely soaking wet, pretty. placing a few experimental kitten licks around—just barely missing—your clit, your heart beat is in your throat. when he finally licks it though, you moan like you've never moaned before. well really, you never have moaned like that before. you've never had a reason to.

digging into you, he reminds you to talk to me. you gotta talk to me, pretty. you can't form coherent sentences though. you've never felt anything as euphoric or blissful as this and you haven't even cum yet, at lease you don't think you have.

how do i know when i'm gonna cum? he chuckles against your center, squeezing the voluptuous flesh of ur ass before you'll know. i promise. i'm gonna go a little faster now, ok?

but u need an answer, this is all new to you. truthfully something feels like it's missing. feel a bit empty, yeonjun. you don't know what this means, why you feel this way, but it sounds like you want my cock, love. and you assume that's the right answer, because you practically froth at the mouth thinking about his cock inside you. want my cock inside this pretty pussy?

nodding rapidly, you can't help but tug at his joggers, wanting them off as quickly as possible. pushing into as soon as he can, he falls forward, digging into your neck because you're so fucking tight, pretty. such a pretty cunt for me. no one will be able to fill u up like me, huh? it only burns a little at first, but subsides as he keeps fucking you deep, fucking you like prettiest girl you are.

this is all so new to you, but you think you might cum soon, i dunno. gasping, your back arches involuntarily and he rolls his eyes because he just can't believe no one's touched u before and you've never felt any of this before. but he mostly can't believe he hasn't licked your perfectly hardened, plump nipples.

sticking his tongue out before he even reaches you, he licks over one, and you gasp just barely, but not in the way he was hoping. trying the other, you cry out, your legs shaking around his hips because oh, you like that one better, pretty? and he focuses all his energy on fucking you deep, rubbing your clit with his thumb, and licking your favorite nipple.

you can hardly take it any more and he can tell. he can tell ur close. i can feel it. cum for me. cum so fucking good for me, love. just want u to feel so good.

you're nervous again, nervous because you haven't cum yet. should i wait? but he doesn't care—don't worry about me, love. just let go for me, just feel so good for me, that's all i need.

like a command, you let go, legs shaking and trembling, clit pulsating, seeing stars, ears ringing, skin hot and sensitive. you're in a true euphoria and u don't think there's a way you'll ever feel this good again. and frankly, ur pissed you've never felt this way before.

your orgasm triggers his own as he fills you up with his hot cum, feeling it paint ur walls so prettily and warm. you can't get enough.

as you lay next to each other, catching ur breath, you aren't thinking of ur date later that day, all you can think is we're gonna do that again.

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Hi since I know Sanji is your husband ; how about A , b , I , k , l for him please 💗 👀😈

It's funny, even though he's my husband, I almost never write him as a yandere lol

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

God, how doesn't he show his affection? He's always got a hand on you when he isn't cooking, he acts as if you'll perish if he doesn't kiss you every five minutes, he's constantly doing your work for you, and, of course, he makes all of your meals and snacks. You don't have to lift a finger with him around. On top of that, you don't go a day without him singing your praise or showering you with compliments.

He's also a big fan of taking you shopping. He loves to pick out new clothes for you that he thinks will further add to your beauty. Anything that you so much as glance at will be yours.

The never ending onslaught of love and affection is suffocating to say the least. Sanji loves intensely. He's desperate to make you feel loved, and it never occurs to him that he's going too far or that you may not even want it.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

There is nothing that he won't do in the name if protecting his darling. He doesn't care how messy it gets so long as that means that you'll be out of harm's way. He will try to make it quick, though. Not out of mercy, but because he wants to get back to you as soon as possible.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

This man is constantly fantasizing about his future with you, and he has no problem telling you about it. As much as he loves being a part of the Straw Hats, he does want to find a place to settle down with you after Luffy has become the pirate king and the crew has decided to retire from piracy. Ideally, this home would be in the All Blue and be a floating craft that doubles as a restaurant like the Baratie. He talks ceaselessly about how much fun it will be to decorate it with you and make it your home. Any opposition you have to this is severely downplayed or misinterpreted into something else entirely because Sanji is the reigning king of being delusional.

More likely than not, you guys will be married within a year of meeting. Sanji is desperate to be your husband and spends all of your relationship trying to prove to you what a good husband he will be. Can't you see how doting and caring he is? Doesn't that make you want to grow old with him?

Sanji is extremely eager to have children. Like having a baby before the first anniversary levels of excitement. Every time he sees a child in public or you interact with one, he's dropping very blatant hints about you two having one of your own some day. You two will have children some day, it's an inevitability. And refusal on your part is taken as you just being nervous and needing a little persuasion.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He acts completely whipped. He's the most lovesick man the world has ever seen. The man will kiss your feet if you don't kick him away. He's constantly finding any opportunity he can to hug and kiss you. If your back isn't to a wall, he's hugging you from behind and taking the opportunity to smell your hair.

Of course, he's also making you food around the clock. If you were skinny when you met him, you won't be for long. He acts as if hearing your stomach growl is what failure sounds like. You get an extra large portion for each meal, and he's constantly bombarding you with snack in between meals.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He comes on strong and unrelenting. You're his beloved, perfect god(dess), and he is not going to let you slip between his fingers. He gets you extravagant bouquets every time you're on land, and he'll usually buy you a few other gifts while he's at it. He'll wax poetic about how perfect you are and how much he loves you for hours on end. You're under a full frontal assault of love bombing with no end in sight. This is also the point when he starts doing the food thing mentioned in the previous letter.

[obeymematches]

hey i saw your hc requests were open,is it okay if i ask for the love languages of the brothers?it could also be the the way they show their love if you dont like the first one lol.love your stuff🦓

hiii whatsup it's been a while!

tumblr changed so much since the last time i wrote HCs it is making me upset as I'm trying to edit this post pls bare with it

How can you be sure they love you?

Lucifer:

● He is the most straightforward with his words when it comes to expressing his feelings for you. There are no ambigous expressions, no metaphors, no nothing, just simple "I love you"s, which he isn't afraid to tell you every morning and every night from now on.

● You also receive gifts sent / given by him, though he isn't so good at thinking of new ones so it's usually a boquet of roses, fancy chocolate or some kind of jewellery.

● He hardly ever lets you go anywhere alone from now on! Someone has to be with you at all times. No arguing about it!

● Please don't expect lots of quality time together. Even if your presence is the only peace he gets throughout his entire day. He spends as much time as he can with you but it is out of his control. Sometimes you do get a couple of hours with him, sometimes it's 20 minutes a day. Don't take it personally, of course you are on his mind every day, of course he would spend more time with you if he could. (He's not going to like it if you tell him "if he wanted to, he would")

● Please touch him, he is starving for intimacy. Just make sure you keep it lowkey in front of his brothers & Diavolo. Everyone else is okay to see PDA.

●Appreciates your acts of service and he generously rewards you for it but don't expect him to do the same for you, unless you really struggle with a task.

Mammon:

● You're not going to get no privacy from him. Top #clingiest demon in the world.

● He is very unaware of this, but he keeps touching you, sometimes subtly sometimes not so subtly. (He sits so close to you that your shoulders and legs touch, wraps his arm around your waist whenever he gets the chance, etc.)

● He also gets you rather expensive presents from time to time, where he gets the money for it is a mystery though. (He been working a lot to treat you right okay!!)

● However, he sucks at expressing his feelings with words. 0/10 do not recommend. Good luck and don't give up, evetually he might tell you he is most ardently in love with you.

●Doesn't really do acts if service either. Maybe sometimes.

Leviathan:

● All of a sudden he is much less talkative around you. First you think he just doesn't like you for some reason. You thought it was going fine but... well.

● The situation escalates when he writes you a love letter, telling you everything you wanted/needed to hear. With spoken words he is not so good, fumbles a lot, forgets where he was at, but his letter is on point.

●The best way he lets you know about his feelings is through quality time. He makes sure the emphasis is on quality and not quantity! He can become really funny when he tries to!

● Acts of service happens in game mostly.

Satan:

●Very much into quality time with you! Indoors or outdoors doesn't matter as long as you spend time together.

● Gets nervous from PDA, don't do it often... when no one else sees you he is absolutely mesmerized by your touch though.

● He is one of the best with words; expect poems, books dedicated to you! Also tell him how good if a man he is, loves to hear it!

● Not very much into acts of service, very independent kind of guy and expects the same from his other half.

● He is also not much into gifts. Doesn't believe in money doing the loving instead of the person.

Asmodeus:

● The king of touch and reassuring words! Down for this two anytime and anywhere!

● He appreciates anything you do for/with him but expect PDA and sweet nothings the most.

● Of course if neither of the 2 works for you he can do anything to make sure you feel loved.

● The only one who can make you feel loved to the bone no matter what your love languages are. He doesn't have a weakness regarding these kind of things.

Beelzebub:

● I think he is an acts of service kind of guy. Does the dishes for you, gets you dinner, stuff like this.

● Also likes to be touched but strictly in private! Gets so nervous if anyone sees.

● He tells you he loves you often and isn't afraid to tell you why! Though "I love you" as a full on sentence is a bit rare from him... he puts more effort into it... like "You are the kindest person I know and I love you so much for it."

● He also gets to spend lots of QT with you. Watching a movie, going for a run, he is down for whatever.

● Not much of a gifter himself but truly appreciates if you give him gifts. Might cry a little.

Belphegor:

● You get to spend QT with him most of the time. Also becomes very possesive of you so you get little to no privacy at all.

● He tells you he loves you often but sometimes it sounds a bit.. off? Like he doesn't really mean it?

● Not much of a gifter either... rarely when he knows you'd like something specific he'd get it for you but as I said it's rare of him to do so.

● Big on touching you, however. Like Mammon, he'd be very close to you the entire day. If you move away he is moving with you.

● He barely does acts of service eventhough he lowkey expects you to do some for him.

[pluto-supremacy]

Vi Headcanons: dating f!reader at Stillwater

➼ Yes I am breaking my rule of no f!reader because I wanted to write for Vi so bad. So I'm gonna set a new precedent now: I'll write f!reader IF it is a wlw fic/headcanons/whatever. Though this is more of just a lil treat since the brainrot is rotting

➼ Might end up turning this into a full fic, if you want that let me know! (It did! Here's part two)

➼ No beta we die like Sky

➼ Warnings: None!

GIF does not belong to me! All credits to the owner

Whenever there is free time, Vi is at your side. You two usually find some corner away from the others to try and get away, pretend you two can have a moment to yourselves

She's always giving you her food, you don't even need to ask. She'll happily let you pick at her plate if you're still hungry or you haven't eaten in a while due to lockdown

You're lucky enough to only be two cells away from each other, you two often get in trouble for talking during lights out

If you're ever in trouble, Vi takes the beatings for you. She can and has thrown herself between you and a guard and is not afraid to do it again

Same obviously goes for inmates

"If you want to keep your tongue in your mouth, I suggest you leave her alone"

Though not many inmates mess with you considering your personal body guard of a girlfriend

If you're ever thrown into solitary, Vi goes crazy. Getting into more fights than usual, refusing food, even trying to break into solitary to be with you

If you want, she gives you both matching tattoos there with whatever device she can get her hands on. She lets you pick out the design and the placement

Anytime she gets clean clothes, bandages, and hygiene supplies (all of which are of course a rarity there), she uses them/gives them to you first. Bandages up any new cuts of yours or changes your dirty ones, gives you her new toothbrush and toothpaste, and so on. You'll have to fight her on at least sharing some of the items, like the new tube of toothpaste. She just wants to make sure you're taken care of

"Just scored a new hairbrush. Go ahead and take it, bun. Need to keep your hair brushed so I can play with it, yeah?"

Vi cuts your hair for you there and takes it super seriously. She's not gonna let you walk around with a shitty haircut

Though she did fuck it up once (or a few times, but they were smaller mistakes that were easy to hide)

To make up for that godawful haircut she gave herself a bad one too. It's just hair, after all, it grows back

She'll stand guard while you're showering. Make sure no one's gaze is lingering around on you. Also lets you shower first so if there is any hot water you'll get it

Vi is a portable bed for you. Whenever you're together and you want to rest, she'll try to find a quieter place and let you rest your head on her shoulder/in her lap. She plays with your hair while you're sleeping and checks your pulse every now and then. Just to make sure you're still there with her

Whenever you get sick there, she will make the biggest fuss to get you to medical. If that isn't an option Vi does her best to take care of you with the limited resources you both have

"Snuck a bit of that honey from breakfast. Try and cover your throat in that and don't worry about talking, okay Y/N?"

During bunk inspections, if you have any contraband, Vi takes it and hides it in her cell. She rarely ever gets caught with it, but she'd rather take the punches than have you on the receiving end of them

On the flipside Vi trades a lot of her own contraband to get things for you. Things like snacks, jewelry, hair dye, better clothes, anything other inmates have that you might want

Though if trading for those doesn't work, she will straight up steal them for you

When Caitlyn comes to release her for help with tracking down the stolen gemstone, she throws in a condition. An obvious one

"You're getting Y/N out too. That or you can try to find Silco on your own. Undercity is going to eat you alive without me"

And that's how you and your lover finally escape Stillwater

[cloudluvrrr]

"...I'm like your mother" Dan Heng x reader

minilial - asked: "Dan Heng with lazy reader so he would always act like a nagging mother and often scold reader"

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why r the ones w black hair and emo the most put together cahracters dude (and the ones i want)

anyways HERE YOU GO POOKIE 💞

-- in the afternoon - the cardigans

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you two were and unlikely pair, the most lazy and clumsy person (you) and dan heng the quiet rational one on the express.

-when he sees you lazing (wtf i s that a word) around he'll wack you with paper and drag you along with him to organize the archives (yay)

"this isn't fair" you huffed organizing the information he'd given you form penacony. "just do it, you have nothing better to do" he replied reading a book on the floor. "well your reading a book!" you mocked looking over at him "because I finished all my work, what have you done besides play game on your phone?" he said looking up at you. ".." with nothing to say you returned to your work, mocking him and grumbling under your breath.

-Even though neither of you have energy you two squabble a lot

-often about you doing nothing while he does all the work

-but he loves you beneath all that scolding and hitting

-he'll show it through buying you trinkets 😜or food (both r good)

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you two were cuddling in YOUR bed (bc he sleeps on the floor like a weirdo) he read a book as you loosely followed along, before he remembered something. "hey did you clean the hallway like i asked" he asked looking over at you, soon realizing you forgot and looked away. "..yes" "don't lie to me, do i have to lock your phone away again. "WHAT NO" immediately getting up to do as your told.

"...I'm like your mother, telling you what to do" he said watching you get up. upon hearing this you stuck your tongue out and went to clean the hall.

-like i said before he often wacks you on the head, or tugs at your cheek/ear.

-when everyone else is gone though he'll kiss your cheek and rub it

'you dont listen to me, its for your own good'

'your not my mom your my boyfriend'

'.....'

-well more often than not he'll find you laying on the couch or sleeping, which he will drag you, and make you help him do something.

-that or he'll scold you for being on your phone too much

-and then you'll insult his phone case

-which ends up in him confiscating your phone and making you read

-but he loves you really, he can't really show it. But when your sleeping he will tuck you in and kiss your forehead. Or leave you credits to spend where ever the express is parked

-its when your awake where the problem begins

'i hate you' you grumble cleaning the windows alongside him

'you love me'

'....not right now'

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this one is short and kinda bad but I HOPE YOU ENJOYED 😭

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I remember reading Bakugou x Tomuras little sister reader fanfic when I was younger and I just cant get this trope out of my head now :((((

! Tiny bitsy spoiler about the UA traitor !

!Fem reader!

Imagine your Tomuras younger sibling, taking care of Lovs buissnes from behind the scene. Making sure missions went right, helping your master with nomu production and and recruiting new members to the league. You liked your role. You liked your life. Even though it was full of blood and violence from an early age. Because you had your brother. And he had you. He could be cold and cruel around others, but whenever you were alone, he was the most caring older brother you could ever have. Whenever you had some free time, you watched movies together, played games, and talked... Like a normal family.

Everything changed when the main league team was formed and AFO decided to send you to UA. You were supposed to make sure the traitor you sent there didnt turn on you. Easy job, really.

That's what you thought.

Making friends at UA was easy. No wonder, since you've been practicing adapting your personality to a given person all your life. Considering what work you did outside of UA on a daily basis. There was only one- well, two issues that you had with the whole mission.

One, you practically don't see your brother now. In the morning until the afternoon you are at school and then you fulfill your duties in the league. There is no time to sit down and talk to the only family member you have.

And two, There's someone here who doesn't buy your kindness. At first, the blonde just glanced at you from his seat in the classroom. Your new friend - Mina - couldn't stop joking about how he probably liked you. Which only enraged him more.

But you knew it wasn't that kind of a glance.

And he knew you knew he was suspicious of you

His suspicion only worsened when the students learned that there was a traitor among them.

He started pairing up with you at every field training with heros. It didn't help with keeping an eye on Ayoama at all,but you have to play along.

Now, you were listening to instructions about public safety from one of the hero-teachers.

Even though there was no requirement to break into groups or pairs for this lesson, you could feel the boy staring at your back. You glanced back at him, then you looked back to the front. Taking two steps back to get closer to him, you whispered "If you keep looking at me like that, I'll seriously start to think you like me." Even though you stand with your back to him, you can imagine the angry look on his present on his face. "I wouldn't touch you with a stick" He barked back in a whisper. You could only quietly laugh at this comment knowing that the spiky-haired boy was only getting more annoyed. "Whats so fucking funny?" He asked. "Oh I dont know.... Meybe the fact you think I would let you get anywhere near me in the first place? I don't date hooligans" You covered your mouth with your hand to stop laughing. You feel him leaning over your ear.

"I don't date criminals."

Up until now you were just playing with him. You were you laughed in his face. But now? He has your full attention. You turned to him with your eyes wide open, shocked of how fast he worked out why youre here. You knew he would be the first one to find out, but you hoped he would take more time. You snorted under your breath. "Criminal? Where did this came from? It would be hard to get a girlfriend if you you assume the worst about everyone-"

"Cut the crap, woman. We both know youre not here for that......You're not here to be a hero either. But just so you know, If you try to do anything that in some way will make my way to becoming a pro longer, I will get you, and you will regret ever meeting me." He interrupted you and then looked back at the hero who was still speaking, pretending to listen. "We will see about that." You said, also looking at the hero.

This will be good.

Reblogs appreciated!!!

Pls dont flop😭

[rayshippouuchiha]

I remembered your idea about Grimmjow mentoring Izuku and I have world building/background.

Grimm got to the bnha universe because some idiots were trying to summon a demon to kill some heroes and since there aren't any in universe the magic spell outsourced. The idiots did not survive their stupidity. Grimm is really annoying because he's pretty sure it's going to take at least a year to get home.

Finding and starting to teach Izuku delayed his plans, but not by too much. Grim figures he'll just wait for the kid to die and bring Izuku's soul back with him. Classic Arrancar adoption tactics.

Inko is a little uncomfortable with a demon adopting her son with a plan of making him another demon, but honestly Izuku's just so happy these days that she's cool with it. She does the paperwork to make Grim a distant relative.

People in the bnha universe don't really have reiatsu but they still have souls. Grim just has to teach izuku to reform his soul so it's bleach style instead. He's pretty sure that any of the many mad scientists he knows would tell him it's impossible, but izuka did it anyways so there.

For paperwork they claim that it's a family inherited work that is super finicky and requires a lot of control and often doesn't activate without life or death danger or knowing how to activate it beforehand. Which it is true, using reiatsu for stuff more complicated than "be stronger and hardier," let alone kidou, takes decades of learning. Even if hollow style kidou is easier to learn, it's not by that much. Grim mostly focuses Izuku on learning the basics of combat and maybe sonido.

Izuku ends up good at kicking people in the face like canon, but he also has throwing knives and a tanto to complete the danger gremlin evolution.

He kicks Bakugou in the face and breaks his nose. Their relationship isn't great but it's not as awful as in cannon.

Grimmjow is setting up connections with the villain community one day when he hears about some mysterious, powerful fucker called All For One. He hasn't eaten in a while, and that seems like someone no one will miss so he eats out for the day. The villain underground immediately falls into chaos but that isn't his problem.

Coincidentally, Inko's deadbeat husband finally stopped sending money. (Whether he's AfO or just some asshole who died in the chaos is up to you.) She shrugs and moves on. She saved and invested most money he gave them anyways.

Grim ends up running a dojo. First he just needs space to teach Izuku but I firmly believe that despite his general misanthropic tendencies he actually likes kids, so the whole thing balloons pretty fast. He ends up with this weird teenager who calls himself Dabi as an assistant, since the kid already knew how to fight pretty well.

With an actual support system Dabi ends up significantly less burned and significantly more sane. He works as a vigilante, killing marital and child abusers. He's really uncertain about what to do about Endeavor, because he wants to kill him but the man also scares the shit out of him, and he doesn't want to free his siblings just to put them in the spotlight. Grimmjow is less than zero help, but Inko gives him a big hug and helps him start to set up a legal case if that's what he decides to do. He's like Izuku's weird, obnoxious older cousin.

Speaking of the lov, Kurogiri got out and took Shigaraki with him when AfO died. They end up picking up the rest of the league overtime. All the kids try to convince Kurogiri to reach back out to his friends from when he was Oboro. They might or might not be vigilantes.

What are you talking about, this isn't a fix it fic.

The UA staff are deeply baffled when they meet Izuku's guardians: the sweetest little lady you ever did meet and what Aizawa is pretty sure is an actual, literal demon from hell. In hindsight, though, it makes sense.

Thank you for the idea! Sorry for shoving this thing in your inbox.

Never apologize because this is fantastic.

[tickly-giggles]

Feather Ticklish (My Hero Academia)

Warning: Tickle fic ahead!

Characters: League of Villains (Shigaraki, Dabi, Twice, Hawks)

Shipping: Technically DabiHawks but they're not together yet

Lee: Dabi

Ler: Hawks

Word Count: 2,683

Summary: During a meeting at the LoV hideout, Hawks notices Dabi looking more down and apathetic than usual. He tries to make him feel better, but when words don't work, he realizes he may need to take another approach.

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It had been quite a slow day. The League of Villains had rather frequent meetings as of late, especially due to the pesky heroes getting on their case now more than ever. They usually consisted of what their goals were to be after they succeeded, an entire alphabet of alternative plans, and what to do in the worst case scenario - that being the heroes finding their hideout, a traitor in the League, or one of the League members dying.

The current meeting was regarding their newest recruitment, and how he was going to be of service to them. Shigaraki had a way of talking that made the meetings simultaneously entertaining, yet hard to bear. He was very passionate when he spoke, but his voice was shallow and raspy. Hearing it in large quantities didn’t help Dabi’s headache, especially when he had a tendency to ramble and go off topic.

The hot-headed villain rested his head against the big table they were all seated at, the cold surface stinging his skin in a refreshing way. Slowly, everything started to sound as if he were underwater, and he tuned out his cohorts’ voices. With a gentle sigh, Dabi closed his eyes and listened to nothing while he waited for his headache to subside. 

Bzzzt-! 

He jolted at the sudden vibration against his leg. With a low grumble, he fished his phone out of his pocket and glowered at the notification.

Bird Brain: hey, u look down. u ok?

Dabi furrowed his brow, then looked up at Hawks. He was sitting directly across from him.

Hot Stuff: Why are you texting me? You’re right in front of me.

Bird Brain: we’re in a meeting. i cant just talk over ppl

Oh, he supposed that made sense. Dabi rolled his eyes and responded.

Hot Stuff: Well I’m fine. Now leave me alone.

Dabi huffed as he placed his phone on the table, screen side down. He tuned back into the meeting - what was going on? … Ah, Shigaraki moved onto a different topic. 

Twice raised his hand, “I know we’ve talked about the heroes finding our hideout, but what’s gonna happen if they do? I’m not worried, they’ll never find us!”

“Even if they did find us, Twice, they would stand no chance against us.” 

Shigaraki put two fingers to his chin for a moment, then smiled weakly at his friend, 

“Think of it all like a video game. We’re an army defending an entire tower, and another army is coming after us with their own arsenal of weapons. We have to defend as much as we can and, in the meantime, we’re only getting stronger.”

He smirked and raised his arms out on either side of him, taking a confident, triumphant stance,

“We learn the opposing army’s strengths and weaknesses, as well, and that only further solidifies our victory!”

“We shouldn’t be too lax about it, though,” Hawks chimed in calmly.

He grinned at Shigaraki and leaned back in his chair, resting his hands behind his head,

“The heroes may not know about the hideout now, but we shouldn’t rule it out as a possibility.”

“Of course, which is why this is our course of action.”

Dabi huffed and rested his chin in his hand, absentmindedly watching the meeting go on without really listening to anything being said anymore. None of it really concerned him. He knew what he was going to do if the heroes infiltrated. He was going to kill them, every last one. He watched as Shigaraki took the floor once again, rambling on about yet another plan.

Bzzzt-!

What did Hawks want now?

Bird Brain: u sure ur good? u look tired

Dabi glared at his phone as he irritably typed back a response.

Hot Stuff: I’m tired of you texting me, leave me alone. 

Bird Brain: why’d u give me ur number then?

The hot-headed villain growled and placed his phone back down, a little harder than he meant to. He rested his head in his hands and breathed in slowly, trying to calm himself down. Admittedly, he wasn’t sure why he was so angry. He just felt very tired and wanted to be left alone.

Suddenly, his body involuntarily twitched and jerked as he felt something soft rub up against his side. He furrowed his brow and swatted at it, thinking it was just a bug or something. When the soft flicking persisted, however, his chest tightened and he clenched his fists in an attempt to keep the overwhelming desire to react at bay. 

What was going on?!

Dabi’s breath hitched as he felt a second offender flick against his lower tummy, and it was getting increasingly more difficult to keep himself calm.

Bzzzt-!

Not now, Hawks!

He opened his phone and his stomach lurched at the text.

Bird Brain: somethin the matter~?

Dabi looked up at Hawks, who had the biggest shit eating grin on his face. No one else seemed to notice how he was acting, so this had to be his doing. Then, it all clicked. He shakily grabbed at the soft objects that kept sending tingles up his spine and, when he grabbed one, pulled it out of his shirt.

A red feather.

If looks could kill, Hawks would have been turned to ash. The number two hero bit back a howl of laughter. He gleefully savored Dabi’s reaction, so much so that he sent even more of his feathers to attack the annoyed man.

“Grrk-!” 

Dabi gasped and desperately clutched his seat when he felt feathers on every healthy part of his torso. Most of his body was scarred, but the parts of his skin that weren’t were extremely sensitive. He was having trouble keeping it together, and Hawks’ odd form of entertainment had only just begun.

Bzzzt-!

Bird Brain: u havin muscle spasms or somethin? 

You asshole, you know exactly what’s going on!

He couldn’t even focus enough to grab his phone and type back a retort. He was going to kill Hawks for this.

Bird Brain: im actually concerned and u ignore me? some friend u are

We are NOT friends, you dick!

The soft tickling of the feathers was only getting worse. Some of them flicked back and forth very fast, while others slowly dragged up and down the sensitive skin. The duality drove Dabi insane, and his knuckles were turning white from how tight his grip on the chair was. 

“Hey, Dabi. You okay?” 

Twice whispered, placing a concerned hand on his friend’s shoulder.

Dabi jumped and swatted his hand away, 

“I-I’m fine, Twice, fuck off.”

“Jeez, sorry, dude,” 

Twice raised his hands in apologetic panic, then warily turned his attention back to the meeting.

The hot head quietly groaned, sweat trickling down his forehead. Laughter bubbled up in his throat like acid reflux. He squeezed his eyes shut and desperately tried to focus on something else. 

Bzzzt-!

Bird Brain: careful not to laugh~. dont wanna draw attention to urself

So he’s outright admitting it now? The smugness of that asshole.

Bird Brain: where else are u ticklish?

Dabi shot a glare at Hawks, though it wasn’t as intimidating as he hoped it would be with his quivering lips and flushed cheeks. Like he would tell him where he was ticklish. He wasn’t even sure himself. The last time he was tickled was when he was a kid, he thought he had grown out of it. The opposite seemed to have happened. In fact, he didn’t remember being this sensitive.

Bird Brain: thats ok. i’ll find out for myself~

Like hell you will!

“What?”

Shit, had he said that out loud?

He turned to Shigaraki, who was staring at him with a suspicious gleam in his eye. Dabi gulped nervously and shook his head.

“N-Nothing, sorr-eeEEHEHEE!”

He slapped his hands over his mouth and gaped at his cohorts in horror. One of the damn feathers had dipped directly into his belly button. He chanced a glance at Hawks, who was looking as confused as everyone else.

That damn snake!

“Are you sure you’re okay, Dabi?” Twice asked again, looking more amused than concerned at this point,

“You’re being ridiculous!”

Dabi quickly stood, nervously quivering as he stumbled out of the room without a word. The villains looked amongst each other, all wearing confused expressions, when Hawks stood and politely pushed in his chair.

“I’m gonna go see if he’s alright.”

Dabi stood just outside of the hideout, leaning against a wall and greedily gasping for air as he tried to calm down. Luckily, Hawks had shown an ounce of mercy when he exited the building, and his feathers were no longer assaulting his ticklish torso. Phantom tingling lingered on his belly and sides, and he rubbed at the areas desperately.

“What an asshole,” he muttered to himself after he finally regained some composure,

“I’m gonna kill him.”

“Why’s that?”

Dabi whipped around to see Hawks exiting the building, a playful smirk on his face. He sauntered over to the hot-headed villain, who grumbled and stepped backward.

“Get the fuck away from me, Hawks.”

“What’s wrong?” The number two hero laughed,

“I just came to check on ya.”

“Like hell you did!”

Dabi heatedly pointed at the door leading into the hideout,

“What the hell was all that?!”

“All what?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, birdie,” Dabi hissed.

He glared intensely at the winged hero as his right hand was engulfed in blue fire.

“Whoa, whoa,” Hawks chuckled nervously, hands up in an attempt to defuse the situation,

“Calm down, man. I just wanted to see you smile.”

The response was so shocking that the villain lost concentration, and his fire was extinguished. He gawked at Hawks, unsure of how to reply. He wanted to see him smile?

“What?”

“‘What’ what?”

Dabi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger,

“You’re a dumbass.”

“Well that’s not very nice~.”

By the time he recognized the teasing tone in Hawks’ voice, it was too late, and he was trapped. Hawks hugged Dabi up against his chest, hooking his arms in between his own and forcing them high above his head. The hot head yelped and thrashed to get out of his hold, but crumbled as soon as Hawks’ giant wings beat against his torso.

“FUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK!!”

Dabi tried doubling over, but the hero had him held tight. He kicked his legs and attempted to curl up, but nothing was stopping the overwhelming ticklish sensation. The incessant flapping of his wings caused the villain’s shirt to rise up, so none of his upper body was protected. Not only that, but the feathers were so fluffy and stiff. They were both insanely soft and dangerously accurate.

“STOHOHOHOP, AHAHAHAHASSHOLE!”

“Wow, you’re really ticklish, huh?” Hawks chuckled.

“I WILL ROHOHOHOHOAST YOHOHOHOU, BIHIHIHIRD BRAHAHAIN!”

“You’re not in the position to be making any threats, hot stuff. Tickle tickle tickle~!”

Hawks smiled at the ticklish mess he was making of the villain. To put it simply, he looked adorable. His hair was a mess as he thrashed and writhed, a giant smile split his face in two, the healthy skin on his cheeks was flushed a bright red, and his overall demeanor was entirely different from how he usually was. To see Dabi, of all people, completely incapacitated due to a little tickling was hilarious. More than that, however, it was humanizing. It gave him a glimmer of hope that these villains could have some level of empathy in them, too.

Hawks grinned deviously as three feathers detached from his wings, and flew to Dabi’s belly. He had to admit, what he made them do was quite cruel, but his laughter was addicting.

“I remember getting quite a reaction from aroooound… here~?”

Two of the feathers slowly circled Dabi’s belly button, while the third dipped directly in and twirled inside of it unfairly fast. The scream that escaped him was inhuman. Hawks’ wings gliding effortlessly across every inch of the villain’s torso, combined with the feathers honing in on his belly button, was enough to send him over the edge. His knees buckled and he would have fallen to the ground had Hawks not been holding onto him. Shrieking laughter quickly turned into silent hysterics as Dabi threw his head back against Hawks and practically fell limp in his arms. The hero’s face flushed slightly, and he couldn’t help but laugh along with Dabi.

When he finally regained his voice, he shrieked hysterically,

“STOHOHOHOHOP!! FUHUHUHUCK, IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T! C-C’MOHOHOHON, CUHUHUHUT IHIHIHIT OHOHOHOUT!!”

“Sorry, what was that? I can’t understand you when you’re laughing like that~.”

“FUHUHUHUHUCK YOHOHOHOHOU!!”

“Maybe I’ll stop if you ask me nicely.”

“FIHIHIHINE!! FINEFINEFINE PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP, HAHAHAHAPPY?!!”

Suddenly, it all stopped. Hawks released his hold on Dabi, and he came crashing into the hero. He eagerly sucked oxygen into his lungs, coughing a little as he did so. His breathing was labored and wheezy. Hawks noted the scent of smoke. He smiled at the villain as he rested against his chest, trying to regain his composure. 

After a few moments, Dabi’s breathing slowed, and he felt his heart rate return to normal. He looked up at Hawks, who had a hand atop his head, petting his hair. His face contorted into one of confusion, then anger, and finally mild embarrassment. He shoved off of Hawks with a grunt and dusted off his clothes. Hawks chuckled and followed suit.

“You okay?” He had the audacity of asking after a moment of silence.

The glare that Dabi shot him sent him into his own laughing fit.

“Lohohook!” 

He cackled as he wiped mirth from his eye,

“I said I just wanted to see you smile! You can’t be mad at me for that.”

“On the contrary,” Dabi growled,

“I’m furious.”

“You looked adorable~.”

Dabi’s breath hitched and his face went red all over again. He told himself it was only due to the residual tingling on his skin.

“Do that again and I’ll kill you.”

“What, ya don’t like being tickled?”

“Was me screaming for you to stop not an indication?”

“I dunno, man, some people actually do like it.”

“Yeah, well those people are psychotic.”

“Says the mass murderer.”

Dabi stared at Hawks, not really sure how to respond to that. He simply furrowed his brow and rolled his eyes,

“Why was seeing me smile such a big deal anyway, birdbrain?”

“Well, like I said, you looked down. ‘sides, I never see you smile aside from an occasional smirk here and there,”

Hawks shrugged and stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets, feeling bashful all of a sudden,

“Watching you laugh like that, without a care in the world, it was cute. You looked happy.”

Happy?

Dabi’s glare returned, but only for a short moment. Finally, he sighed and moved to head back inside of the hideout.

“Whatever, hope you had fun. Cuz you’re never doing that again. Oh, and one more thing.”

Hawks moved to follow him, but stopped when he turned around to address him a final time.

“Watch your back, birdie.”

With that, he walked inside without another word. A shiver ran up Hawks’ spine. What did he mean by that? Deciding not to think much of it, the number two hero simply followed Dabi back inside and reclaimed his seat at the table. 

Everyone was still there, waiting, and Shigaraki scoffed when they finally returned.

“About time. Can I continue now?”

“Sorry about that,”

Dabi replied calmly,

“Go ahead.”

As Shigaraki started his explanation from where he left off, the hot-headed villain glanced at Hawks. A feeling of triumph washed over him as he examined the hero’s face. He looked calm on the outside, but it was clear to Dabi that he was quite nervous. A low chuckle escaped Dabi’s lips, causing Hawks to shoot his gaze over to him.

When they caught each other’s eyes, neither of them emoted for a few moments. Then, Dabi made a simple motion of his thumb running across his own throat with an evil smirk on his face.

Hawks gulped. He was doomed.

A/N: I wrote a sequel! You can find it here: Watch Your Back :D