#the only bad part of the nap was waking up at 5 and it already been fully night time :

[cowboyhorsegirl]

i took a nap today that was so delicious and fulfilling it was like eating roasted beef

[adambja]

✴️THE SUBCONSCIOUS MIND✴️

The Guide - the only post you will ever need to understand how your subconscious mind works!

1. Time isn't real

Let me break it to you! Time isn't real at all cuz think about it all these hours and numbers are made by humans!

But how?!

They just track how the earth moves around the sun and that's all

Yes without time there will be morning and night and still these hours aren't real

As in whole THE UNIVERSE!! TIME DOESN'T EXIST IF YOU AREN'T ON THE EARTH!

which GETS US TO THAT ONE POINT

SUBCONSCIOUS MIND REPROGRAMMING DOESN'T TAKE 21 DAYS OR ANY TIME

Subconscious mind reprogramming is instant

That's why I always add it to my tapes as benefits and that's why I made the benefits! cuz it bypasses the conscious mind and it makes it easier for your subconscious to make it reality!

So basically it all comes down to what you assume!!

2. Languages

I got that question a lot about what if I can't speak English, will the affirmations work?

Yes ofc they will

whatever it's affirmations only or my tapes

Even if you make your own tapes it will work!!

3. Thoughts

Is it really "it is what it is"?

Yes, it is what it is

For ex.

if you think you already got 50k US DOLLARS you already have it it's that simple (like that success story a girl experienced with one of my free tapes she manifested 50k US DOLLARS! - also this one success story - The tape is on YouTube btw)

Again it all comes down to what you assume!

4. Assuming

Assuming hmmm... Do you know that all your thoughts are assumptions?

But there are two things about these thoughts!

Did you assume that they are real and true?

Do you assume that whatever you want is already achieved?

Do you assume that you are always right?

Or did you assume that it can't happen cuz you think you are lying!

Just be honest with yourself

Get a piece of paper and write everything you think about down ABOUT A SPECIFIC MANIFESTATION YOU GOT ON YOUR MIND!

And if you think you are lying why? Ask yourself! Make all that noise go away and clear it for yourself! You deserve better

Now this gets us to another point which is your manifesting self-concept and your self-concept they are very important for ur existence like they are the core of your life! So a little advice work on them then do whatever you want!

Cuz it changes the way you think and what you assume

So like a person with a bad or mid self-concept they will always assume the worst for themselves

Another person with a good self-concept they will be aware of who they are and what they are capable of!

5. Thoughts, Feelings and beliefs!

Again and again

How you feel is created by thought

Subconscious programming → beliefs → feelings → thoughts

So if you keep saying "oh I am sad" multiple times you will be sad it's just that simple

Use it for your own good!

And imagine what... Right now

Your beliefs will reflect in your reality after one thought instantly after reading this post so be careful cuz i already manifested this while typing this!

And listen to in control tape by me on YouTube!

Basically you can always create beliefs instantly cuz you believe that time isn't real... Did you know what we are doing here? Just assuming the best for us but you still have to be constant to get used to it and make it a part of your programming like everyday

Someone like me I enter the void every time I nap and sleep I got used to it and I don't even feel tired anymore when I wake up there and I don't use it that much anymore!

I literally enjoy how easy it is in life to do whatever I want and experience whatever I want!

6. Simple assumptions to have a good relationship with your subconscious mind

I will give you 10 affirmations from my paid subconscious mind tape at the end (I know it won't be the same as the tape itself because of the benefits but still it might help you guys!)

Do you know that your subconscious mind is here for you like a parent it's like your personal assistant - it has everything about you, your memories and it controls ur whole life it accepts every single thought you think about unless you say it it's not something you accept so it gets in your subconscious mind like "oh I don't accept this"

Even the negative statements your subconscious mind knows it negative!! Same thing with the positive statements

Like for ex.

I am not a bad person - negative statement

Your subconscious mind acknowledges it!

Your subconscious mind won't take it in like "I am a bad person" without the "not"

Even the same thing with

I am a good person - positive statement

Your subconscious mind acknowledges it TOO

The subconscious mind ACCEPTS THE NEGATIVE STATEMENTS TOO!

IT IS simply WHAT IT IS!!

It's not the opposite at all as some weird bloggers said! Or even that book about the subconscious mind it's called "the power of the subconscious mind by Joseph Murphy" it's full of bs and limiting beliefs - I genuinely hate it

I literally saw a coach in Saudi Arabia on X (PREVIOUSLY Twitter) selling a whole course for almost 30k USD and sharing all the limiting beliefs in that book and that was months ago!

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I hated how some people let some crazy stuff like that get to them without doing their own research or just creating their own rules!!

Be a little independent please for your own good

Your subconscious mind can be programmed instantly YOU DON'T NEED ANY TIME all you need to realize and understand is that yes "I always reprogram my subconscious mind instantly" and YOU JUST NEED comfort and just repeating the affs - this is a way

Another way to do it - make your own tapes and it's just repetition

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🎀10 Affirmations for your subconscious mind🎀

from my paid subconscious mind tape

Affirmations:

Me and my subconscious mind are one.

My subconscious mind already accepts everything I say as true.

My subconscious mind already accepts everything think about as true.

My subconscious mind is already my best friend forever.

My subconscious mind always helps me with everything.

My subconscious mind always loves me.

My subconscious mind always helps me reach my highest potential in this lifetime!

My subconscious mind already believes what I want it to believe easily effortlessly quickly and instantly.

My subconscious mind always manifests everything I want easily effortlessly and instantly.

I have a perfect relationship with my subconscious mind.

Thank you guys for all the support and love and I hope this post helped you!

If you have any questions you can always send an ask I will be happy to answer them whenever I am free! Also you can dm me if you want a paid tape or a custom tape!

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[stop-talking]

So I'm stuck on this shithole island, and I can't even have a smoke? (pt. 5)

Derek Danforth x fem reader

Word count: 4k

Tags: 18+, Derek x fem reader, no use of y/n, angst, lots of fluff, enemies, enemies to lovers, fluff, (very) slowburn, sass, banter, misogynistic undertones, (Derek is a prick), suggestive themes, mentions of drug use, withdrawals, rehab, masturbating.

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To celebrate a week of sobriety, you decide to surprise Derek with a cake.

Of course, since there isn't exactly a bakery on a remote island, you had to bake it yourself.

Which you did. Last night. Now you stand in the kitchen, wondering how exactly you should decorate the damn thing.

And what to write on it?

"Congrats, maybe now you'll live past 40!" No, that's morbid.

"Bye-bye blunts and blow!" Too cringy.

"Happy one-week?" Hmm... that sounds like an anniversary thing.

Damnit. Maybe this isn't a situation that calls for cake after all. You sigh and continue to mumble random slogans to yourself as you slather the icing on nice and thick.

It looks a little messy, but you're not exactly a professional baker. Which is unfortunate, because that's probably exactly what he's used to. Oh well. It's the thought that counts, right?

You just want to show him how proud you are. He really has changed a lot over the past week, surprising you every day with how... normal he can be. When he wants to, at least.

Picking up a piping bag of green icing, you start placing decorative dollops around the edge of the cake. Some of them are a little lopsided, but it doesn't look too bad overall.

What now? You mindlessly lick some stray icing off your wrist and stare down at the gaping blank space in the middle of the cake.

Eventually, you settle on three words.

"Proud of you."

It's fitting. He has a lot to be proud of. Not just the sobriety stuff, but everything.

He's been picking up new skills every day. You smile as you tidy up the cake decorating mess strewn about the counter, thinking back to your first time cooking with Derek.

He'd been cocky and overconfident, and so utterly dumbfounded when that pancake met a splatter-y death on the stovetop.

And yet, he still got back up and tried again. After relentless pestering from you, obviously, but it still counted.

You stand back and survey your work. Cream colored icing, green lettering, and... okay, maybe the hearts were a bit much. Hopefully he didn't get the wrong idea. You're just... proud. That's all.

Now the only thing missing is Derek. He went upstairs an hour or so ago for a nap, mumbling something about a headache. Poor thing.

He's been so damn clingy lately, always touching you in some way or another. It seemed almost subconscious for him at times. A hand on your shoulder, his knee against yours, an arm around your waist... no matter what you were doing, he had to have physical contact.

You smile as you make your way upstairs to his room. Maybe today would be the day you finally give him a proper hug.

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Derek is woken from his fitful sleep to the sound of you calling out his name.

Usually, that would be a welcome sound. You're always such a good distraction from his withdrawals.

But right now? He just wants to sleep. No, more than that. He wants to hibernate, to go into a goddamn coma and never have to wake up again.

"Can I have another twenty minutes?" He croaks, lifting his head from the mess of pillows to call out to you.

Apparently he can't, because he hears the door click open, and you peek your head in through the crack.

Derek just groans and buries his face back into the bed. His sheets and blankets are a tangled mess, and he's twisted himself into an awkward angle throughout his nap.

"Come on, It's been over an hour already." Derek can feel the bed shift as you take a seat on the edge.

"Well I'm still fuckin' exhausted." He mumbles into the pillow, not bothering to turn and look at you.

"Derek. You should know by now I'm not gonna let you rot in bed all day."

The almost sarcastic tone in your voice is what finally breaks him. This week has been hell, and you're just mocking him.

He hasn't only given up drugs this week, but all of his servants and staff as well. It was one thing to help you with cooking, but yesterday you'd made him do laundry. LAUNDRY. What the fuck did he look like? A maid?

"Fuck off." He grumbles a little louder, pushing your hand away as you reach to play with his hair.

His sour attitude apparently doesn't deter you any, because he can hear you laughing at him. Derek grits his teeth and finally sits up, glaring at you.

"You're really fucking annoying, you know that? Always pissing me off."

The words leave his mouth before he can really think them through, and when he sees your smile fall he immediately regrets them.

Unfortunately, he's too tired, sick, and stubborn to take it all back. Even while his heart drops into his stomach, he continues to glare daggers at you.

"Alright... twenty more minutes." With that, you slide off his bed and quickly make your way to the door.

Fuck. As soon as the door closes, Derek is left in darkness, in more ways than one.

His stomach twists into knots and he can feel his chest grow heavy. He tries to scramble after you, but gets caught in the tangle of blankets and ends up falling to the floor instead.

God damn it. Why does he always have to be such a fuck up? You aren't annoying. You're the only thing keeping him sane right now, and he goes and pushes you away.

He collapses on the floor, sighing at the feeling of the cold hardwood against his cheek. A few tears roll down his face, and he laughs bitterly as a thought crosses his mind.

Your thighs make a much better pillow than the floor.

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Twenty minutes later, you knock at Derek's door once more. He mumbles something incomprehensible, and you take that as permission to enter.

The sight in front of you makes you pause. What the hell is he doing? You flip the lights on just to make sure your eyes aren't playing tricks on you.

They aren't.

Derek Danforth lies on the floor next to his bed, groaning and blinking up at the harsh overhead light.

"Looks real comfortable down there." You tease, setting the glass of water you brought him on his bedside table before joining him on the floor.

He refuses to look at you, throwing his arm over his eyes and groaning.

"You need to eat. And drink. I brought you some water."

Derek stays quiet as you sit next to him and place a hand on his shoulder. His lips are pressed into a tight line, and he's still hiding behind his arm.

"Why are you so goddamn nice?" He finally groans.

"We've already had that talk."

"Okay, then why are you so goddamn nice even when I'm being a prick?"

You move his arm away from his face, and he doesn't fight it. When you finally get a look at him, it's obvious he's been crying.

Derek Danforth. Crying on his bedroom floor. That's a sight.

A sight that really breaks your heart, actually. His watery eyes threaten to make yours overflow as well, so you quickly wipe away his tears with the hem of your shirt.

"You think I expect you to go through three weeks of rehab and not be a prick sometimes?"

Derek actually chuckles at that, and finally meets your gaze. He looks absolutely wrecked.

"I didn't mean what I said earlier."

"I know."

You scoot a little closer, and gently tug at him. He takes the hint, placing his head on your lap with his cheek against your thigh.

Neither of you talk for a few minutes. He just closes his eyes and sighs as you play with his hair. Over the past week, you've learned what he likes. Tug at his curls in just the right way, and he...

Derek lets out a soft whimper and you smile. There it is.

"Wanna make it up to me?" You tease.

He glances up at you, an eager look in his eyes.

"How?"

"Get rid of this." You laugh and trail a finger along his jawline, feeling at his overgrown stubble. He most likely hasn't shaved since arriving here a week ago.

"What? You don't like it?"

"Do you?"

"..."

Derek pouts, pushing your hand away and feeling at it himself. His brow furrows adorably as he considers your words.

"It looks manly."

"There's a difference between manly and cave-man-ly."

He scoffs at that, but when you start poking and prodding at his face where his stubble has grown out, he cracks a smile.

"Fine, fine. You win. I'll shave."

He swats your intrusive hands away, then sits up and stretches.

Now that he's up and moving, you decide it's time to go. On your way out the door, you hesitate, remembering the reason you came to get him in the first place.

"Oh, don't take too long. I have a surprise waiting for you downstairs."

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Derek stares at himself in the bathroom mirror, feeling at his stubble. You're right, he does look better with a trim.

He knows he should head downstairs, but his heart is beating a million times a second, and not even from withdrawals.

That little comment about a surprise? God damnit. You're teasing him. You have to be. How could you say something like that and not expect him to get excited?

Derek sighs and tucks his boner into the waistband of his boxers, then looks at himself in the mirror one more time to make sure it isn't noticeable. It's not... mostly.

Damnit. He could probably take a few minutes and rub one out, but he'd absolutely die of embarrassment if you walked in on him AGAIN.

He groans and turns to leave. Oh well. It's hidden well enough, and you'd already seen worse. Plus... maybe if this surprise is anything like his fantasies, he'd have an opportunity to use it.

"Oh, wait wait wait!" You scramble over to him as he trudges downstairs, keeping him from entering the living room.

"Are you gonna tell me what my surprise is?"

"No! Then it wouldn't be a surprise at all. Close your eyes."

Derek does as instructed, shutting his eyes tight. When feels you grab his hand and start to tug him along, he can't help but sneak a peek.

"I swear... if your Idea of a surprise is to walk me into a wall-"

"Oh, shut it." You scoff and clap your free hand over his eyes.

"Just trust me. And no peeking."

Derek grumbles, but he does trust you. A lot more than he lets on. So, he blindly stumbles along as you lead him into the... kitchen? Yeah, he's pretty sure he's in the kitchen.

"Okay, you can look." You uncover his eyes, but keep a tight hold on his hand as you beam at him.

"What do you think?"

What does he think?

What does he think?

Derek chokes up at the sight before him, and has to turn his head so you don't see the way his eyes are watering again.

A cake. You baked him a fucking cake to say you're proud of him. And he called you annoying.

"It's to celebrate being a week sober." You explain, leaning over to try and catch a glimpse of his face.

He squeezes your hand tightly, but can't get any words out.

"A week." He whispers, blinking back tears. Fuck, has it been a week already? It feels like hardly a day has passed.

"Oh, love. C'mere."

Derek lets himself be pulled into your arms. He groans from your touch, melting into the embrace and burying his face in your neck.

God, this is perfect. He's wanted to be held like this for so long, but now that it's finally happening... he can't help but feel guilty.

"I'm such an ass." He mumbles into your neck, lips pressed to your skin.

"Not always." You laugh softly and pull him a little closer.

Too close. He can feel your breasts pressing against him... fuck. Any closer and you might be able to feel what he has tucked away.

"Not always?" Derek scoffs, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes.

"Is that really the best you've got to make me feel better?"

"What? You want me to lie?"

"Maybe."

He stares into your eyes, heart pounding in his chest as he suddenly realizes just how close you are. It takes everything in him not to lean in and bridge the few inch gap between the two of you.

"You look nice like this."

Derek can feel his face heating up as you cup his face with a hand. Shit, If you don't stop soon he might actually just kiss you.

"Like what?" He asks breathlessly, mesmerized by your touch.

"With a trim." You smile and run your thumb along his his stubble, eyes trailing from his jaw to his lips.

For a second, Derek is sure you're going to kiss him. He tilts his head ever so slightly in anticipation, and his eyes flutter shut.

"So... you want a piece of cake?" You clear your throat, suddenly dropping your arms and breaking the embrace.

Of course you weren't going to kiss him. Derek gives you a half-hearted smile and nods, trying to hide just how crushed he feels.

"Yeah, sure. Cake."

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"No, love, you're supposed to do the edge pieces first."

You chuckle as Derek angrily fumbles with two puzzle pieces. They quite obviously don't match, but he's trying to force them together anyways.

"Sorry, I wasn't aware puzzles had rules." He scoffs, dramatically tossing the little cardboard chunks across the table.

You'd dragged him out to the porch for a little fresh air, since he insisted he was too tired to make the five minute walk down to the beach.

"Well, they do. The biggest rule is don't throw the puzzle pieces, or you'll lose them." You laugh and continue flipping pieces over so they're facing upwards.

It hasn't been very long since you started the puzzle, and Derek already looks bored.

"Is this supposed to be fun?" He grumbles, helping you flip over pieces with one hand, the other finding it's way to rest on top of yours.

You wonder if he even notices he's doing it again. Touching you like that. You've gotten used to it by now, and usually just let it happen.

"Oh, come on. You gonna let a puzzle get the best of you, Danforth? A child could do this."

Derek makes a face and gestures to the sea of little cardboard scraps scattered across the table.

"A child could do a one thousand piece puzzle?" He scoffs.

"Okay, maybe not..." You laugh and adjust your hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

"But I'm sure you can do it."

Derek's face flushes pink, and you aren't sure whether its from the praise or the way you're so casually holding his hand. Probably both. But so what if you're holding his hand? He's the one who started it.

He just mumbles something under his breath and looks back down at the table, suddenly very motivated to help you pick through the pieces.

His hand doesn't leave yours.

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Derek wakes up from a deep sleep to the sound of your voice and the feeling of your nails gently scratching his scalp.

He gasps and tries to sit up, but finds he's stuck.

Er, not stuck, just... underneath you?

"Come on, love. You slept through nearly the whole movie." You laugh softly and start to nudge him off your lap.

Derek finally remembers what's going on, and pulls his arm out from under you. Apparently he'd tucked it beneath your knees while he slept, because he sure didn't remember doing it.

"Told you a chick flick would put me to sleep." He mumbles, fumbling to sit up. He finds his other arm is also stuck, wedged in between your waist and the couch.

"Sure made yourself comfortable, huh?" You tease, scooting forward and freeing him.

"Shut up." Derek reluctantly pulls away from you, sitting up and looking at you with a dazed expression. He wipes the drool from the corner of his mouth and groans. That really was a good nap.

"It's just so easy to fall asleep on you." The words come out before he can really think over them, and he freezes in embarrassment. Thankfully, you seem to take it in a different way than he meant it.

"Oh, am I that boring? I put you to sleep?"

"Exactly. I'm yawning already." He teases, letting out an exaggerated yawn that only earns him an elbow to the ribs.

"Hmph. Next time you can fall asleep somewhere else."

"But you're so damn comfortable." He whines, scrambling after you as you make your way upstairs. You can't leave him yet. You just can't.

"Well, your bed is plenty comfortable as well. Go to sleep."

Derek is suddenly struck with a thought, and takes your hand before you can slip away into your room for the night.

"What if..." He starts, placing his other hand on your hip and pulling you a little closer.

"What if I don't want to sleep in my bed tonight?"

You give him an incredulous look, and Derek can hardly believe the words that just came out of his mouth. Fuck, you're going to reject him. He just knows it.

"My bed?" You ask, raising an eyebrow and looking down at the way his hand is gripping your hip.

Derek can hear his heart pounding in his ears. He's being WAY too forward, and probably seems like a creep. Damnit.

"I... I just won't be able to sleep without you. I know it." He stutters, stumbling over his words. It's the truth, though. The only time he's been able to sleep peacefully lately is when he's touching you.

"Derek, love..." You chuckle and start to brush his hands away, taking a step back.

Fuck. He needs to show you how serious he is about this.

"Please? Just for tonight?" He grabs both of your hands, intertwining your fingers with his as he meets your gaze. You said he has puppy-eyes or something, right? Derek does his best to look pitiful.

It's not hard to do. He really does feel pitiful in this moment, begging you so blatantly. He might as well get on his fucking knees.

"Fine." You finally relent, groaning and gently shoving Derek aside as you head into your bedroom.

"But I hope you know I kick in my sleep."

"I don't mind taking that risk."

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After quickly getting ready for bed, you settle down under the covers while Derek stands awkwardly to the side.

"Well? You gonna join me?" You ask, patting the spot next to you.

God, how did you get roped into this? Him and those damn puppy eyes. He's so hard to say no to.

"Oh, uh, yeah." Derek scrambles to climb into bed beside you. He looks like he's having just as much trouble believing what's happening.

"Sleeping with you wasn't really in my job description, you know. I'm complaining to your mother after this."

"Please don't." He groans, squirming and getting comfortable under the shared blanket. He keeps his distance, seeming content just to be in the same bed as you.

"You gonna sleep in that?" You lift the blanket to peek at his outfit, a simple t-shirt and sweatpants.

"Yeah? What's wrong with it?" He pouts and tugs the blanket back down, acting self-conscious.

"Nothing, just... You aren't going to be hot?"

"Are you trying to get me to take my pants off, sweetheart?"

"God, no. I've seen enough of that."

Your teasing clearly gets to him, because he rolls over to face away from you, grumbling. You swear his ears are a little pink. Is he blushing?

"Oh, love. I'm just messing with you." You scoot a little closer to him, and put a hand on his waist.

"I know." He whispers, breath hitched.

"Is it okay if I do this?"

He groans when you get even closer, spooning him from behind. Your arm wraps around his waist and you press your entire body against his.

"M-maybe I will get hot..." He mumbles, but makes no effort to push you away. Instead, he completely melts under your touch, relaxing against the pillow.

"Keep your pants on, Danforth."

"Yes ma'am."

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Derek has been in bed with you for what feels like hours, (though really only around half of one), and he still can't believe what's happening.

Your arm is around his waist, holding him tight while the rest of your body is pressed up against him. He can feel your breasts pressing into his back, and your lips on his neck.

He almost wishes you'd kiss him, but that would probably send him over the edge.

And God, is he dangerously close to the edge right now.

His heart is pounding, heartbeat in synch with the throbbing in his pants. He's been hard ever since you cuddled up to him, but no way in hell is he going to ask you to stop. Not ever. Even if it kills him.

Scratch that. It is going to kill him. Derek can't help but let out a whimper as his dick twitches in his sweatpants.

Fuck. Your hand is right there, on his stomach. If you'd just slide it down a little...

"What's wrong?" You mumble, giving him a tight squeeze and nuzzling against the back of his neck.

"O-oh. Just... headache... Don't feel good..."

He feels like a total prick for lying to you, but what is he supposed to say? Yeah, totally fine, just horny as fuck? He'd rather die.

"Aww... I've got you, love."

Derek's breath hitches as you throw your leg over him. He can feel your thigh pressed up against his side, and the way you squeeze him feels heavenly.

He whimpers again, and starts to squirm slightly in your grasp. Fuck, if you keep this up he's not going to be able to control himself.

You continue to gently squeeze, rub, and cuddle him, whispering words of comfort with your lips pressed against the back of his neck. He can feel your hot breath on him, your breasts against his back, your hand on his stomach, your leg wrapped around his...

He can feel everything. And it's driving him insane.

Okay, okay, fuck. He can fix this. He just needs a quick release. That's all.

Derek starts to form a plan in his head, fueled by desperation and lust. Once he's mostly sure you're asleep, he slips his hand down into his boxers.

Biting back a moan, he slowly starts to jerk himself off. Painfully slow. He can't risk waking you up.

It's so fucking hard to not go faster, or move, or make a sound. Fuck, it's just so hard. Period.

He didn't really think this through, huh? Asking to sleep in your bed. Next time he'll jerk off first. If there is a next time. Damnit. If you catch him like this, you'll never speak to him again. He's sure.

Trembling, he accidentally lets a small whine slip out. Even with the absolute minimum amount of stimulation, he's close to finishing.

"Hnngh... Derek? You okay?"

Fuck. You're awake.

"Huh? Yeah, just... nightmare..." He chokes the words out, hand still wrapped around his cock as he slowly milks out a steady trickle of precum.

"It's okay." You whisper, holding him even tighter. "I'm right here."

Yeah, and that's the his damn problem. Your words and touch send him spiraling over the edge, and he bites his lip with nearly enough force to draw blood as he comes in his sweatpants.

It's not the most satisfying orgasm, seeing as he could barely touch it... but it still feels so much better than being that fucking horny with no release.

"Thank you..." Derek groans, praying that you don't ever discover the double meaning behind his words.

He had originally planned to sneak away and clean himself up, but with the way you're clinging to him...

Fuck. Guess he's sleeping in wet sweatpants.

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Author's note: Oh my goddd, sorry for such a long wait on this chapter!!! I've been wanting to write this scene FOREVER, but I also wanted to get it right!!

I love putting Derek in uncomfortable situations. Not sorry.

Also its crazy to me that I've written 16 thousand words of fanfic for a character that had 20 minutes of screen time and then fucking DIED 💀

Anyways... expect the next chapter in 2-3 days. Thanks for all the love and support!!!

Part 6

[ii2ko]

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everything always felt more peaceful in his embrace or if he was in yours. in any case, it was win-win for both of you!

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sdt: the only getou fan ever (noor) (this fic is for her i love u)

the reader in this fic is leaning towards female (req). if you don’t feel comfortable with fem!reader, please don’t read!

this took like almost a week to do with other fics in drafts, please like and reblog. (-_-;) maybe comment too idk!!! but please do smth to get my work around! ヽ(；▽；)

the warm hug surrounding getou that he enjoyed the most came from none other than you. getou cherished these small moments with you, even more so when returning from a mission that involved exorcizing curses of all levels.

despite the fact that he was much heavier and stronger and would place most of his body weight on you, it didn't bother you much. but what he did mind was your constant movement while he lay on your thighs, maybe even with his arms wrapped around your legs, made him complain about the motions disrupting his comfort of resting with parts of your body. (most of the time, you're just trying to get him off you, but he wouldn't budge either way.)

and this happens often.

5:57PM — IN BED WITH GETOU

"suguru, move," you grumbled as you attempted to shift your upper body away from your very clingy but needy boyfriend, who was unusually holding onto you like a lifeline. he was hugging you from the back more… tightly? you couldn’t put a finger on it, but you knew something was up.

groaning in response as he lazily moved along with you, still holding onto you as if you were waking him up from a well deserved nap.

“mmrghh… later.. stay like this.” he says with a muffled voice due to his face being buried in your neck, and him laying into the crook of your neck. eyes obviously closed. you can feel his warm breath against your skin, creating a sense of comfort and intimacy. the sound of his steady heartbeat reverberates through your body, further deepening the connection between the two of you. in this moment, time seems to stand still as you savor the precious closeness you share.

his quiet breaths and figure going more limp by the second, now admitting you don’t mind him laying around on your body. in fact, you enjoy it. the weight of his body pressing against yours is comforting, a reminder of the love between you. you can feel his warmth seeping into your skin, slowly noticing sleep calling for him. you can tell he feels a sense of closeness and security with you. as he breathes softly against your neck, you find yourself drifting into a state of thought. you revel in the simple pleasure of his presence. in this moment, there is nothing else that matters except the two of you.

this almost makes you feel bad for wanting to push him off for your space of the bed… that you really want.

there is no need for exchanging words, but when you are in each others’ presence, you can already imagine the sincere words flowing from simple gestures. like a tug on the shirt earlier from getou, him signaling for you to sleep and ease with him into the comforts of sheets and pillows. the soft but gentle glow from the lamp beside him reflects on getou’s face, making him appear even more beautiful than before. you never thought this could be possible, as he is already beautiful in every aspect imaginable. who knew you could look even better sleeping with the help of a lighting from a 1.50$ lamp you found at the furniture store together?

you make the decision to reposition your entire body to ensure that everyone and everything is more at ease. you rotate your torso to face the opposite direction, so now your chest is facing getou's. he’s still peacefully asleep, but unsurprisingly, his grip is still holding onto you. his face and head are now resting on your neck, almost touching your chest, and his cheek is lifted from the movement against the side of your neck.

his breathing had gentle rhythm almost as one of a lullaby, lulling you into a peaceful slumber as his. the sound of his heartbeat being felt against yours was a soothing melody that echoed in your ears. the world and the dangers outside seemed to fade away as you closed your eyes, surrendering yourself to the serenity of the moment.

you mentally remind yourself to scold him for taking most of the space of the bed in the morning or when getting ready for school.

but for now you’ll let it slide… just this once. (again)

6:54 AM — WAKING UP WITH GETOU

isko’s notes!

I FINALLY FINISHED OH MY GOD ITS ALMOST 2AM (1:51am as of writing this)

ok i have never wrote getou in my life nor do i know anything of him so i hope this isnt really ooc or inaccurate…… that would be embarrassing then (¬_¬)

but anyways i hope u guys liked this :33 baii

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Nice to be Kneaded

Doomsday

Series Masterlist

Previous Part: The Brewing Storm Next Part: The Snap

Word Count 6,509

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The aggravatingly annoying sound of your 4 am alarm rang and vibrated, causing an echo underneath Steve's pillow. As always, he reached over your peacefully sleeping form to turn it off and take the brunt of being the bearer of bad news to wake you up in a far more favorable situation than obnoxious ringing and loud buzzing.

He kept your phone right next to him knowing damn well you had another alarm set for 4:10, it made him smile every single morning when he'd wake you up and you'd ask for 10 more minutes of cuddles without fail.

Today was no different.

"Baby" Steve mumbled, rubbing your back with some pressure. Half your face was smooshed against his shoulder, your leg was thrown across his hips and your arm rested on his torso, hand gently splayed atop his chest. "Time to wake up, sweetie."

Instead of simply letting him know you were awake, you reached your hand up and covered his mouth. His beard tickled your palm and you could feel him smiling.

"Shhhhhh" You smiled at his giggles. "Don't be an asshole. You already know what I want."

"10 more minutes?" Steve asked, his big hand wrapping around your wrist to move your hand off his mouth and right over his heart.

"Eleven" You settled deeper into him, as close as you could possibly get. His hand rested on the top of your hip and squeezed you comfortably tight.

A few kisses were placed at the crown of your head, and although you were absolutely not ready to be alert and take on the day, something in you really just wanted to take in the moment and appreciate the warmth and comfort of your favorite boy in your bed. So for ten whole minutes, you laid there in a blissful embrace hoping it would never end.

But when the second alarm sounded and Steve quickly shut it off, you let out a puff in complaint. "There's no way that was 10 minutes, I want 5 more."

"We're always going to want just a few more minutes." Steve swiped the hair away from your face, and gave you another kiss on your head.

"This is so unfair." You complained, digging your whole face into his chest. "Whoever schedules me for mornings is such a bitch."

"Hey!" He gasped. "I happen to know the girl who keeps doing that to you, and I don't appreciate you talking about her that way!"

"The most tragic story ever told is the one of a girl who is so warm and so cozy in bed, snuggled up to the hottest man in the world, but she has to get up and go to work even though it's cold outside and she's still so warm and sleepy"

"In the WORLD?!" Steve exclaimed, sounding more awake now.

"Universe" You smiled, propping yourself up on your elbow.

"Wow" He marveled. "Have you ever seen Thor?"

You laughed at his question, then leaned over him to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "You're even better than Thor." You whispered, lips still grazing his.

"Now you're just lying." Steve smiled. "But thank you for trying."

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Baby, and it just so happens to be you I'm looking at."

"You're too kind, Beautiful." Steve shook his head. "Are you sure you have to go to work?"

"Yeah, I'm positive." You ran your fingers through his hair.

"You just said it was a tragedy to leave this warm cozy bed when you're so, so sleepy." He recalled. "It's my job to save people from tragedy, you know that. So I think you should stay."

"I wish I could." Something in you really wanted to just call out for the day and never leave the bed. But, you chalked it up to sleepy brain manipulation. "When I get home, we're getting right back in bed."

"What time will you be back?"

"Hopefully around 2"

"Sounds like a perfect nap time to me."

One last kiss, then you were on your feet to start the day, leaving Steve at your house to do whatever Steves do when you aren't there to see it.

Work was actually alright. It was always alright. Even on the bad days you liked being there, it was comfortable, easy, and there was always good company. Each of your employees felt like they were your friends, and you had hung out with every single one of them outside of work so you definitely knew they didn't just like you because you signed their paychecks. Each one was a hard worker and a team player, you cared a lot about them.

It was pretty standard and routine quite honestly. You baked, opened the store, worked the front through morning rush then made your way to the back for decorating when the crowd had settled down.

"Oh fuck!" The screeching of Sabrina, one of your decorators filled your ears followed by the laughter of almost everyone on the kitchen. "Noooooo!!"

"Your shoes!" Danielle, a baker, barked out while laughing.

"It keeps keeps getting worse!"

You looked over at the chaos just to see Sabrina standing at the icing station with a bursted open tip-less piping bag that has splattered neon pink royal icing all over the place. It covered her apron, oozed down her hand, slowly dripped down onto her white shoes, and splatters of it were along the table and wall.

"Oh my goodness" You immediately joined in on the laughter. "How did that even happen?!"

"I don't know! I was just tying the end and all the sudden it exploded!" Sabrina explained, holding the dripping bag over the table to make for easier clean up, joining in on the laughter.

"Let me help you" You continued laughing as you grabbed paper towels and started wiping her down.

You bent down to salvage her shoes as much as you could but all of the sudden you felt a drop on your forehead, then two, then three...

"Sabs!" Danielle called out. "Her head!"

When you realized the hot pink icing had starting dripping onto your forehead it caused for even louder laughter. Everyone else laughing drove you to laugh even harder until you lost balance and fell straight onto your butt which in turn made everyone laugh so hard they couldn't even breathe.

The chaos was loud enough to cause the barista in the front to pop her head back to see what was going on before mumbling "I'm not even going to deal with this right now."

Every muscle in your stomach was sore and a tear was rolling down your cheek by the time you managed to calm yourself down, actually getting up to wipe her shoes off.

When you finished, she tried cleaning herself up the best she could in the sink before laughing once more. "You know what? I think I'm just going to go on break to deal with this"

"I think that's a great idea" You giggled, wiping down the counter and wall. "Take a 20, give me your apron I'll get you a clean one."

She took her apron off and handed it to you before disappearing into the bathroom. An occasional giggle slipped passed you and Danielle's lips as the thought of what happened replayed in your minds like a broken record.

She emerged from the bathroom about 5 minutes later, and walked up to you to wipe pink icing that you had missed off your forehead.

"Gosh- it's like pepto bismol came on your face" Sabrina commented, wiping away.

"Hmmm what a lovely thought" You giggled, deep down it made you happy that your employees felt comfortable enough around you to make comments like that.

One of your main goals of opening Nice to be Kneaded was to create an ethical and happy work environment, and so far it seemed like you were doing something right.

"Okay, you're good." Sabrina let you know, tossing the paper towel in the trash.

"Shall I mix you more color?" You questioned as she pulled her phone out and sat at the break table.

"Yes please, I need about 2 bags full of pepto bismol cu- oh my god" Her eyes went wide and filled with fear as she looked down at her phone.

"Now what?" Danielle questioned.

Sabrina's eyebrow furrowed and she mumbled to herself reading headlines for a few moments before reading one out loud.

"There's a giant space ship in New York" Sabrina looked up at the two of you. "Live streams Everywhere of this huge fight happening. Iron-Man, Doctor Strange, Spider-Man... they're fighting these weird alien looking people. Oh..OH. Bruce Banner is there too."

You physically had to clutch onto the edges of the countertop as Steve's words played in your head. The storm was no longer brewing, it was directly overhead.

"Does anyone know why?" You questioned, trying to play it cool, feeling the electricity buzz around in your joints.

"They want the time stone."

That was all you needed to know that today was doomsday, the day you and Steve had been dreading since the moment you met. You wanted to cry, but you held it together knowing there were steps you needed to take.

First, you needed to make sure everyone was safe. Second, you needed to hear it from Steve's mouth.

You didn't know what to do in order to make sure everyone was safe in the first place, but Steve would. Steve just somehow knew how to make everything better.

"I'll be right back." You stated before rushing out of the back door. As you reached for the phone in your pocket, it started ringing. You didn't even need to look at the name to know who it was.

"Baby" You started, fear taking over your whole body. "You were right. This whole time you were right."

"Sunflower, you need to send everyone home." Steve instructed. "The whole country is about to be put on a stay at home order. Close the shop and get home."

"Okay" You breathed out. "How much time do we have?"

"Sam and Natasha are on their way to me. It'll be a few hours at least" Steve explained. "But please, get home as fast as you can."

"I will, I'll close up as fast as I possibly can. Give me 20 minutes, I'll be home." You nodded. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay." You could hear the reassurance in his voice. "Just- be safe okay? We'll talk about it more when you get home."

"Okay, bye baby"

"See you soon, sweetheart."

You hung up feeling terrified, flustered, and awfully sad, but knew you needed to be brave long enough to close up shop and get home.

After making your way back into the kitchen, you walked up to the front and called all your employees to the back for a team meeting. They were all confused, but had a good idea considering they were asking questions about the donut shaped ship over New York.

You instructed them to kick all the customers out and turn off all the ovens. Throw any dirty dishes in the sink but don't wash them, take home any of the pastries in the front then toss anything that wasn't wanted, then get out as fast as they could. They all needed very little explanation to understand why this needed to be done, but they understood.

So, you helped. You boxed up a bunch of desserts to bring home to feed to a few Avengers, checked that all the equipment was turned off, assisted in shutting blinds and locking doors, then you were in your car and pulling into your driveway before you even knew it.

Steve heard your car and popped out of his front door to guide you to his house. You briskly walked over and he held the door open for you, you set the box of pastries down on the entry way table before he pulled you in for a big hug.

You didn't know what to say or do, there were no words you could think of to address the situation, you didn't know how to comfort a superhero looking into the eyes of a dangerous battle, you didn't know how to start the end of your journey together. You didn't even know if you could hold it together.

In the back of your mind, you were worried that this was going to push him over the edge into an anxious spiral. Slightly worried he would have a catastrophic panic attack over this very moment he had been dreading since the moment his feet touched Greenwood soil. But you could tell just in the way he was holding himself that this was nothing but a huge relief.

Just how you could tell he felt relief over this painful journey in his life coming to an end, he could tell you were trying really hard to be brave. But he didn't miss the way you were ever so slightly trembling, the way your arms held him so tight, or the deep inhales as your face nestled into his chest. You were trying to take in every second, you were already saying goodbye.

"I'm sorry" Steve broke the silence. "I was really hoping this would happen more peacefully."

"It's okay, not your fault" Your hands rested on his shoulder blades, the two of you slowly rocking back and forth. "Just worried about you and what this all means."

"You don't have to worry about me, baby. I'll be okay. Actually, you don't have to worry about anything, alright? We're going to make sure you stay safe." He kissed the top of your forehead.

"But what about you? What's going to happen?" Your lip trembled as you asked.

You missed the pout in his face as he heard your emotions starting to unravel, so his hands traveled up to the sides of your face to make sure you believed him. "I've done this so many times, okay? You don't have to be scared, I'll be fine."

A single tear fell down your cheek, and he gently swiped it away with his thumb. "What about the accords? What if you guys can't do what you need to do because of it?"

"It doesn't matter" Steve shook his head, still holding your face gently between his palms. "This is exactly why I didn't want them in the first place. Because what's happening right now is bigger than anything that can be governed, and we have to choose to not care just to keep everyone safe. I'll break any law over and over again if I have to."

"You said Sam and Natasha are coming here?" You asked.

"Yeah, Bruce called me from Tony's phone." Steve nodded. "Sam, Nat and I are meeting up here than we'll be going to Edinburgh to get Wanda and Vision, then bring them back to the Avengers compound in New York to protect the stone in Vision's head."

"Will I meet them?"

"Yeah" Steve chuckled at your question. "Sam will be here in about two hours, Natasha will be here later tonight. But they know all about you, I think they're excited to meet a friendly face. We aren't very used to that in recent times."

"I'm so nervous" You laughed at yourself, another tear rolling down your cheek.

Steve smiled before kissing you. "There's no need to be nervous about them. I think they already love you."

You took a big deep breath before sighing. "So, we have two hours to get all of our ducks in a line."

"Unfortunately" Steve agreed, letting go of your face and held your hands instead.

"What do you need to feel good about what you're getting yourself into? I have no idea where to even start to support you through this."

"You're so sweet" Steve smiled, little lines bunching up near his eyes. "Well I promised we'd get back in bed when you got home from work so how about we go cuddle and watch Cars 3 while I fill you in on everything you need to know?"

You nodded in agreement but before you even knew it, he had swept you off your feet earning him a shriek followed by complaints guised by giggles.

The two of you got settled, his back against the headboard and you sideways in his lap as he walked you though what you can expect now. Your slow tears continued to involuntarily fall, and every single one was gently wiped away by his hands.

He explained to you that he went ahead and payed a whole year of rent on his place so he could come back and move his stuff when he could as to not burden anyone else with the task. That alone made you smile, it was at least one promise of another time in the future where he'd have to step foot back in Greenwood again. He was leaving you with the copy of his keys you already had. You promised him you'd do a little walk through whenever you could to make sure everything inside was how it should be, but you didn't know if in the midst of heartbreak it would be a good or bad thing to be surrounded by all his stuff.

But that was a future problem for future you.

Then, he started filling you in on Captain America stuff.

"So when Sam gets here, it'll just be this... but...with Sam." Steve explained, laughing at his own means of explanation.

"Baby I don't think there's enough room on this bed for Sam." You laughed with him, trying to contain your sniffles. "Are you the middle spoon in this situation?"

"I'm always Sam and Nat's middle spoon" Steve chuckled. "But don't worry, we can move down to the couch. And when Nat gets here, she's going to land the Jet in the field, then walk over. We'll strategize for a bit then head out from there."

"...I'm sorry. The JET?" You questioned. "The field? As in...."

"Our favorite one by the park? Yeah." Steve confirmed. "We gotta get to Germany somehow"

"I guess that makes sense." You nodded.

"So Sam will be in civilian clothes when he gets here and change before we leave, but Nat will get here in her suit and likely have her batons on her." He continued explaining. "I'm just trying to prepare you because I know the suits kind've freak people out sometimes, it's-"

"Intimidating" You finished for him.

"I'll also be changing into my suit before we go."

You stopped to think about that for a second, and the thoughts must I've been evident on your face.

"What's wrong?" He asked, noting your furrowed eyebrows.

"I don't know, I guess I just realized you're Captain America and you have a superhero suit." You said, earning more laughs from Steve.

"Oh, well, welcome to this conversation!" He joked.

"You've had it here this whole time?" You asked.

"Yeah, it's in my closet" Steve motioned towards the closet door.

"Huh" You pondered. "You have your shield here?"

"No" He shook his head, remorse plaguing his tone. "Tony has it, I gave it back to him. His father made it for me."

"Do you miss it?" You asked.

"Not yet" His hand squeezed your arm comfortably. "Maybe that'll change after a fight or two"

You nodded in understanding, then let your head fall onto his shoulder. "I mean this in the least offensive way I possibly could, but I'm really glad I got to know you under a circumstance in which you being Captain America was the least interesting part about you."

Steve digested what you said, and thought about it for a moment. "You know what? Me too."

"Yeah? Does Cap have trouble in the dating department?" You questioned with a cheeky smile. "Cause I'd only imagine he has a long line of pretty girls and guys waiting for a moment to snatch him up."

"First of all, that long line you're talking about has always been a lot shorter than everyone makes it out to be." He corrected, wagging his finger around. "And secondly, considering my public reputation has quite literally never been this awful, it's just been really nice to have you by my side through all of it. I've never really had to question if you were in it for the right reasons considering there wasn't much going on for me in the first place."

"If I knew right off the bat I would've been way too nervous to talk to you" You admitted.

"You? Too shy? No way." Steve denied your statement.

"Shit, if you weren't a customer and I just saw you out and about I would've been too shy to talk to you" You blushed at your confession. "You're just so handsome."

"You're too pretty to be intimidated by handsome guys" Steve complemented, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"Well it doesn't matter anymore because you're the only one I want" You sniffled, lip wobbling again and another tear spilling over the edge. "I don't want you to go."

Steve squeezed you tight and placed kisses all over your forehead. "I wish I didn't have to, baby. But this isn't the last time we'll see each other, okay? I'll do everything I can to make it back here the second I can. But first I just need to make sure everything is okay and everyone is safe, and I need to make sure you aren't going to get in trouble for this."

"I know we haven't put any labels on this to make this moment easier, but just know that you are the best whatever this is I've ever had." You used the back of your hand to wipe more rogue tears. "Thank you for being such an amazing guy, and sorry I'm crying. I tried for a long time to be really brave about this but it's just not working."

"It's okay to cry, you're very brave. The bravest girl I know." Steve reassured you. With two fingers below your jaw, he lifted your face and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. "You know I love you?"

You couldn't help but to giggle at his question, before placing your lips against his once more. "It's painfully obvious, Stevie."

"I thought so" He narrowed his eyes and nodded his head, smile poking through his lips formed in a tight line.

"I think it's painfully obvious that I love you too." You couldn't wipe the smile off of your face regardless of never having experienced something so bitter sweet before.

"Yeah" Steve agreed. "I already knew that."

"Great, glad we're on the same page." You settled deeply into him, as if crawling into his skin still wouldn't be close enough.

The two of you stayed cuddled up as close as you physically could until the very second the universe told you that your time alone together was over. Eventually your tears dried and the two of you enjoyed the moment the best you could and for exactly what it was. Decelerations of love, and more than comfortable silence through rapid fire thoughts in each of your brain all felt the same.

Static in your joints, grey clouds rolling in. Each moment they rolled in closer and closer to shower the two of you in heartbreak and worry.

The lightning touched down in the form of a text from Sam saying he was five minutes out, and the thunder roared loudly as a knock at the door four minutes later.

It was weird for Steve to be trapped in the middle of undeniable sadness, yet relief and absolute joy over being reconnected with his best friend under such a stressful circumstance. He opened the door with a big smile on his face, you nervously hiding behind his large frame like a shy child at a birthday party. But after a reunion in the entryway and an introduction in the living room, everything Steve predicted about the interaction proved to be true.

Sam was excited to meet his precious Sunflower, and you quickly came out of your shell not too long after meeting him. He was a charismatic guy, and you were so lovable and easy to get along with. Steve knew there was practically zero margin for error in this equation.

At some point while waiting for Natasha's arrival, Steve stepped away from the living room for a few minutes to take a phone call from her, and when he got back, you and Sam were laughing up a whole different storm.

And when Natasha arrived, it was the same result. If it weren't for the upcoming battle and separation dangling over their heads, Steve would've felt happily and wholly complete.

As they sat and strategized, it was nearing midnight. Words you couldn't even comprehend were flying out of their mouths about situations you couldn't even begin to imagine being in the center of. It was rapidly approaching the 24 hour mark since you've been awake, and although your brain was fighting so hard to get you to sleep, there was so much worry happening in it. Worry and exhaustion fought for dominance as you slowly let your head fall onto Steve's shoulder while trying your hardest to absorb all the information they were spewing.

It was really none of your business, and frankly, it didn't effect you one bit, but hearing their strategies, and just knowing they had a solid plan with lots of alternative choices eased up the frantic energy in your mind.

You missed the glances exchanged around the room when Steve's arm found it's way around your shoulders as he spoke. No matter how exhausted you were, you managed to stay awake until the words you dreaded hearing slipped off of Nat's tongue.

"Alright, boys. Suit up." She told them, getting up off the couch. "I'll go do one last supply pass of the Jet."

And just like that, she was out of the door and Sam was headed towards his bag in the entryway.

Steve kissed your forehead, but it felt like an apology as he unwrapped his arm from around you and stood up. Then, he kissed your lips before jogging up the stairs to his bedroom to change. Sam had also run off somewhere, leaving you alone on the couch for the emotions to flood once more.

Waiting on the couch felt an awful lot like a glimpse into the near future, just sitting by your lonesome, sad, worried, waiting for your love to return. Your heart thunked with pressure and stamina knowing when he came back down, he would be in the iconic suit you grew up learning about in grade school.

He would no longer be your little slice of sweetness, your secret fling with the boy next door. No longer your fugitive to hide away and love secretly between four walls.

Heavy footsteps came back down those stairs and out came Captain America. The superhero, the great, classic icon shared by the whole country.

It was a lot to take in at first, you didn't know how to process the harsh reality right in front of you. Especially since the entire time you've known Steve, the idea of Captain America just felt like the same daydream at an arms length away as it had felt like to you your entire life.

And now, he was right in front of you. Uniform tattered and torn in some places, evident of the hard time Steve had endured during his time in hiding, but the star was still proudly displayed across his chest, and tiny hints of red white and blue persisted through the grey that stained the uniform.

Steve could see how busy your mind was, and the tears welling back up in your eyes. So he walked up to you hand held out his gloved hands for you to take, and when you placed them in his, he pulled you up off the couch.

Once you were standing, your hands made it up to his chest, then dragged down out of curiosity for the suit. Feeling it beneath your fingers was a whole new level of surreal.

"You look damn good in that uniform, Honey" You complemented.

He wrapped you up in a hug, and held you tight with his head on top of yours, desperately trying not to cry. "I wish you would've never had to see me in it"

"The world needs you now." You reminded him. "I'm sad to see you go, but I'm also very proud of you for making it through this, and I'm really happy that you get a chance to prove the accords  wrong."

"I couldn't have done any of this without you" He admitted. "Thank you for everything"

Just as your tears started falling again, a flashing light and the sound of a shutter made both of your heads snap to the source of the sound only to find Sam, standing with his phone pointed at the two of you.

"Sam" Steve warned, not amused by the interruption.

"Sorry, it's just too cute" He gushed. "I had to take a picture so it would last longer."

"Sam..." Steve warned again.

"Okay, okay, I'll go." He slipped passed the two of you and headed towards the door. "It was nice meeting you, sugar cookie."

You laughed at the nickname he called you, but you didn't have to see Steve's face to know he was rolling his eyes. "Good luck out there, stay safe."

"Will do. Steve, wheels up in five." Sam reminded him before walking out of the house for the last time.

"I can't cry because I'm on duty now" Steve giggled at himself. "So don't make me cry."

"Well I'm certainly not trying to" You smiled.

Steve let go of the hug and wiped the tears of your face as you sniffled and pulled something out of your back pocket.

Lifting your hand up, a crisp $20 was folded up between your fingers. Then, you slipped it into the first pocket of his suit that looked empty to you. "That's your good luck charm."

"You're so stubborn" Steve blinked back the tears welling in his eyes.

"I told you, I was always going to win this argument." You shook your head, hand resting over the star on his chest. "And whenever you find yourself back in Greenwood, you better leave all your money at home when you stop by the bakery."

Steve gently moved your hand off of the Star on his chest, then he looked down at it, and ripped it clean off his uniform. "My star, my heart, is always yours, my love."

He placed it in your hand, and your tears fell harder. "You can just do that? You don't need it?"

"Yes, and no." Steve told you. "I don't work for anyone anymore, if they want me in red white and blue with a star on my chest, they better love me as much as you do."

"I love you so much" you cried.

"I know you do" Steve grinned. "I love you too, so so much."

Both his hands gently cupped your cheeks, and you two shared a long kiss worth every single word the two of you didn't have time to share.

"Do you want to stay here or can I walk you home?" Steve questioned sympathetically.

"It's okay, I'll stay and lock up- gotta make sure everything is good to be left alone for a while." You reassured him.

"Is that code for you're going to take some of my stuff?" Steve asked, smiling despite his sadness.

"All of your jackets and cute shirts are mine now" You whispered.

"You deserve them" Steve laughed. "They're all yours."

You sighed and looked up into his pretty, sad blue eyes. "You should probably get out of here."

"I know" he agreed with a nod. "I've spent the last almost two years of my life wishing and hoping for the moment I could step out to hiding and live my life again, but now I wish we had more time and that I'd never have to leave ."

"We're always going to wish we had a few more minutes" You repeated the same words he had spoken to you not even a full day ago. "Please stay safe, and if you can when all is said and done can you find a way to reach out just to let me know you're okay?"

"Of course" Sadness and sincerity pinching his brows together, "You stay safe too, okay? Stay out of trouble. I don't want to hear about anymore fugitives in the bakery."

"Don't worry, honey. You're the only fugitive I know, and I plan on keeping it that way."

"Well, you just met Sam and Natasha, didn't you?" He joked. "Hopefully the next time I see you I won't be a fugitive anymore."

"I hope so too." You smiled, tears falling down your cheeks.

"I guess this is it" Steve sighed.

"I guess so" You agreed. "Did you get the quiet and simple stay you were hoping for in Greenwood?"

"You know what? This town turned out to be a whole lot more beautiful and exciting than I could've ever hoped it would be." He admitted.

"I'm glad" You cried. "Now go save the world, Captain."

"You got it, Sunflower."

"I love you"

"I love you too"

One last kiss, then he was gone in a blink.

The second you were positive he couldn't hear, your emotions became unraveled and you broke down into an uncontrollable sob. It wasn't for the tear ripping deeper and deeper into your heart the further away he got from you, but for him.

You felt that same sense of doom he explained to you many nights ago, and you had this feeling it wasn't all going to go to plan.

Your feet carried you outside to the front porch, where you clutched his star to your chest and sobbed while watching the jet fly overhead. Unfortunately the loud engine alerted the whole neighborhood of its presence, and most of your neighbors ended up on their porches as well.

They all looked up into the sky as it reached elevation and took off to Germany. The chattering voices of the familiar faces meant nothing to you, you weren't interested in their speculation, and the thought of the news stories to come about this whole debacle made you feel sick to your stomach.

You could already hear the rumors such a technologically advanced aircraft over Greenwood in the middle of the night would spark. Aliens, Avengers, foreign spies, Avengers fighting aliens and foreign spies.

One particular voice seemed to stand out more than the rest, especially as it got louder and called out the pet name you hadn't heard from it in a while.

"Sweet cheeks?"

Looking across the street, Georgia and Michael standing on their porch. But instead of looking up at the sky, now only full of twinkling stars, they were looking at you sobbing in front of Steve's house.

You couldn't face her. You didn't want to deal with her ill intentions, or her bad words towards Steve, you didn't want to come up with a story as to what he did to make you cry or why he was gone. You didn't want to explain the futuristic looking jet, you didn't want to let go of the star in your hand, you didn't even want to go back into Steve's house to see everything you had just lost.

"Baby, what's wrong?" She called out to you again, now walking down the steps of her porch to approach you.

Physically and mentally exhausted, you were truly incapable of dealing with any added layer of emotion to this already painful experience, so you closed Steve's door and locked it with your key. Then, as fast as you could, you walked across the driveway to yours.

"I'm sorry about what happened between us, but please, Sugar, just tell me what's wrong?" She pleaded but you continued to ignore it. "I'm worried about you. Did that boy hurt you?"

Your heart raced as you unlocked your front door while she quickly approached. You could feel the whole neighborhood's eyes on you now, so you made it inside before she could get to you and slammed the door a lot harder than you intended before locking it.

As if you were on autopilot, your feet carried you upstairs and into your bedroom where you put Steve's star on your bedside table. You ripped your clothes off as if it was urgent and dove into bed, grabbing onto and snuggling Steve's hoodie that he had left in your bed this morning.

With your whole body hidden under your blankets and Steve's hoodie acting as a teddy bear, you buried your face in it and cried to drown out the knocking coming from your front door downstairs.

Today was bad, and with this battle happening in real time, tomorrow was definitely uncertain. But you had been through a lot of heartbreak in your life, and you knew you'd wake up feeling a little better tomorrow, and every day after that. But just for now, you allowed yourself to cry over a tough goodbye.

Meanwhile, Steve boarded the jet without a single word to either of his friends as he made his way to the front to pilot. There was nothing but the sounds of humming from the engines and the clinks of the seat harnesses as they got safely strapped in.

Sam and Natasha were unsure of how to comfort him, they knew from experience and the tears he was blinking away from pooling in his big blue eyes that a quiet Steve was an upset Steve.

"She's great, Rogers. I really, really like her." Natasha gave him the approval he definitely wasn't seeking.

He gave one single nod in response as to not ignore her.

"Sugar cookie? She's sweeter than a slice of cake." Sam agreed.

"Pretty too" Nat wiggled her eyebrows at Sam.

"And the baking?! That's a package deal right there." Sam continued.

Steve was still silent, starting to rip at the seams but desperately trying to hold it together.

"Don't forget smart. A business owner- a successful business owner at that." Nat brought up. "She's set for good, holding it down nicely."

"Really level head on her shoulders, that's a wife, Steve." Sam reached forward to pat the top of Steve's arm with the back of his hand.

Nothing. He kept his face forward and eyes on the controls in front of him as they prepared for takeoff.

Sam and Nat exchanged worried glances before Nat who sat behind him, placed both her hands on his shoulders and gave them a nice squeeze.

"You doing okay, Steve?" She asked delicately.

"Let's just focus on the mission at hand."

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MD-5 Cruelty Squad: Depression Nap

Violence.

It was all the woman, her hair a shining blue. Somehow genetic these days was raised in.

Violence.

The water that turns the wheels of history, it keeps the world running, and makes it move forward.

Violence.

The thing her father performed whenever work mistreated him, or whenever he got gum on the bottom of his shoe, or whenever he felt like it.

Violence.

It was funny, the only thing her father ever told her that she found any stock in was this “If you live in Violence, you’ll die in it,”

Tari put it to the test, and it was true! He lived in violence, mother lived in violence and both of them were ended in it, ended by the paragon of violence. She didn’t know about body reconstruction; it didn’t apply to him anyway. The super poors don’t get the gift of eternal life, eternal sustenance of the Lord’s teet, an existence without their divine link to him.

Tari had no real opinion on that.

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Wake up early, set a ten year plan, invest, CEO Mindset. That was the message drilled into Tari’s head as she woke up from a particularly bad depression nap. She trudged out of bed, and looked on a nearby table.

NOTICE OF TERMINATION

TARI C. NESSA

While your service as part of TASCorp™’s enforcement squad has been greatly appreciated. Budget cuts have required that we let you and several members of your division go.

As of Article 192 of the Constitution, and Article 26 of Cancer City official law, we are in no way required to offer you any form of severance package, nor any financial support.

Please understand that this is in no way personal, we would’ve loved to have you continue your great service within the TASCorp™ family.

We wish you best of luck in your further endeavours.

TASCorp™ “You’re everything, We’re everything,”

Bastards, corpo bastards kicked her out cause of “budget cuts”. She still couldn’t believe it after a week.

She looked around her dingy apartment, one of the lights flickering cause Tari hadn’t elected to put in the effort to fix it… also cause she couldn’t afford it right now cause of those corposhits firing her.

Tari sighed, sitting on the couch, and turning on the TV. Hands firmly stuck in the pocket of the still somewhat bloodstained pants she was wearing.

Boring nothing show, boring nothing show. God being unemployed really mad every single piece of mindless entertainment seem completely boring, huh?

She flipped through the channels, looking for something that could distract her from her desire to go full No Russian on a TASCorp building (It’s not like they’d stay dead anyway)-

“Hey, do you wanna be part of a deathsquad?” A Blonde woman with half shaven hair clad in a tanktop stained in what looked like a mix of blood and dark pink biofuel.

Tari’s eyes quirked. She was already one of those but someone had fired her.

“I know you do, but are you tired of Poorhead Megacorps taking all the fun out of contract killing? TASCorp, for example,” The woman asked, excitement clear in her soulless, yet pretty blue eyes. “Do you want a local, family owned company of contract killers suited to your incredibly specific needs?”

Tari nodded, even though the woman couldn’t see or hear her.

“Well why don’t you come on down to 32 Carcinogen Street, and apply to Cancer City’s very own MD-5 Cruelty Squad!” The woman waved her hands, excitement completely and utterly abundant in her high pitched voice. “We have no qualms, no morals and no one we won’t target!”

Tari was utterly captivated, she could do what she was made to do with no restrictions, no suit breathing down her neck.

“But don’t take it from me, take it from the Butcher of Melbourne himself, Masa Shimamoto!”

Tari’s eyes widened, silently fangirling as the man walked onto screen. Red eyes, messy black hair, metallic arm implant with the TASCorp logo scratched off. It was the real deal!

Tari had idolised the man, one of the most prolific hitmen, someone who worked in the top of TASCorp’s deathsquads! Someone any Hitperson that took themselves even a little seriously strived to be.

“Yes, it’s the real me,” Masa chuckled. “After my resignation from TASCorp, I needed a new way to keep doing what I loved most. That’s why I started my own deathsquad. Here at MD-5, we care about the individuals we work under,”

A man with dark skin and braids appeared, aiming a sniper rifle from the top of a tower with a smile on his face.

“We value the individual opinion of each and every person under our family,” Masa continued to speak. “Unlike those bastards at TASCorp. MD-5 Cruelty Squad, we’re murderers who care,”

Tari was already out the door.

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Sofia sat boredly at the front desk of the… raggedy ass building she was working at. Masa couldn’t even afford a decent building for his brand spanking new Deathsquad. She thought about how they only had like 15 employees, grumbling in her head as the-

DING DONG

“Welcome to Cruelty Squad, who do you want dead?” The blonde woman asked, grinning widely at the idea of a new job.

Tari gently placed her resume on the desk.

“Oh shit, that ad actually worked?” Sofia’s eyes widened in joy as she began to read the blue haired woman’s resume. “Oh damn, this is an impressive record,”

Tari nodded, leaning on the table; completely still.

The blonde woman continued to read and read. “Eh, fuck it… I’ll give you a tour and let you in,” She chuckled. “You’ll wanna log on the MyWork app to see your hours n’ jobs,”

Tari nodded as the woman left the desk, and began to walk from the lobby into a hallway behind it.

“By the way, I’m Sofia Porter. Used to work for TASCorp, they fucked the lot of us over too,” Sofia slapped Tari on the back, the blue haired woman having zero reaction.

Sofia paused for a moment as she lead Tari past small amounts of people wielding cheap guns.

“Wow… you don’t speak at all, huh?”

“Sometimes,” Sofia stumbled, nearly tripping, and fracturing her skull as the recruit spoke.

“Unexpected,” Sofia chuckled a little. “I like that; what’s your name Ms. Mute by choice?”

“Tari,”

Sofia smiled, Tari looked briefly at the woman’s eyes; she noticed the distinct lack of a soul. The only real drawback of cheaper body reconstruction programs, losing your very Divine Light; only a mild inconvenience to most anyway.

Sofia led Tari to a small room at the end of the hallway, three other people were situated inside: The black guy with dreads from the ad, Tari could now see his modified metallic legs alongside the beanie and hideous anime themed shirt he was wearing. Masa Shimamoto himself, and finally a new woman; similar facial structure to Sofia, but with long purple hair, brown yet equally soulless eyes, and a metallic arm with a medical logo carefully carved into it. The three people looked between Tari and Sofia for a moment.

“Sofia, why is there a random woman in the meeting room?” Masa sighed, moving forward slightly to stand in front of the two women.

“Yeah, I love you n’ all, but I’d prefer you keep your flings away from our… y’know secret meetings… that are meant to be company secrets,” Purple-y (Not the best but it’d have to do for now) chuckled.

“Yeah, man what the-”

“Hey! She’s not just some random woman, nor a random fling” Sofia blushed a little as she raised her hands rapidly, interrupting the black man as he began to speak. “Tari over here is a masterclass hitwoman who’s been personally fucked over by TASCorp,”

“Dicks, she seems chill… more sane than you at least,” Black dude chuckled causing Sofia to pout.

“You want Masa to hire her, huh?” Lucinia smiled smugly.

Sofia nodded energetically, enough to cause severe, severe whiplash. “And best of all, she still has a soul! You’ve gotta be like… a super bro to work for 5 years and not die once!”

Masa looked deep in thought, looking between Tari and the members of his team. “I suppose, we could trial you as an unpaid intern first off,” He straightened her tie.

“Laaaaame,” Sofia pouted. “But better than not getting the job at all,”

“Yes,” Masa smirked briefly before returning to his neutral face. “Lamar, introduce her to the company,”

Black weeb dude, who was Lamar now apparently walked over to Tari. “That’s Sofia, head of advertising, and explosive slash mechanical expert.” He pointed to Sofia, who gladly waved in response.

“That’s Lucinia, Medic and head of Human Resources. If anybody touches or talks to you in a way that makes you uncomfortable just tell her,”

“Glad to have another body to work with,” Lucinia snickered, covering her hand with her mouth.

“That’s Masa, CEO, squad lead… Butcher of Melbourne,”

“I still get around, huh?” Masa shrugged, Tari’s face quirked in a smile for a millisecond as he confirmed. “Don’t ask for an autograph,”

“And I’m Lamar, marksman, only other person with their soul still here and uh…” Lamar paused for a minute then sighed. “Chief Diversity Officer,”

Tari quirked an eyebrow as she leaned on the wall behind her. Sofia snorted while Lucinia smirked slightly.

Lamar sighed again. “Y’all are assholes… what’s your name?”

The blue haired recruit paused for a moment, she opened her mouth to-

“Tari! It’s Tari!” Sofia confirmed. “She’s like… selectively mute sometimes,”

Tari closed her mouth and nodded.

“Interestin’ enough, follow me Tari,” Lamar said as he walked out of the room, Tari followed closely behind.

“You’re gonna love it here!” Sofia smiled.

“You won’t go hungry,” Lucinia snickered, Masa stayed silent as Tari was lead around the building.

This would be an interesting work environment.

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The Teaching Assistant

Chapter 6

The wait for monday is painfully long!! She does get called out for a mission and gets scolded when something goes wrong, when it wasn't her fault! How is bad intel her fault, her only objective was to get in and out with the injured while the other heros on her team fought. It was like they knew someone was coming and hid a villain among the hostages. She fought tooth and nail and almost kill the guy, lucky she didn't.

She did get bruised up, and a fractured arm but nothing her quirk couldn't handle, even if it made her extremely tired in the end. She did heal up the hostages, even the knocked out villain who almost died of blood loss. But once again seems everyone in her brothers agency finds fault with her for no reason. It's stupid majorly so.

Back to Monday night she's showing off a few different button up shirts to Stubby, "so be real with me, which one should I wear to the interview, the red one or the black one?" She ask

The cat huffs and gives a head tilt which Amelia replies, "I know it's a virtual interview but I still need to look, ya know, professional."

She looks at the mirror in her room and holds up each air of clothing, "I think black works better, I already have red hair and red eyes, it would be to much to wear red." She comments to herself

She looks at the time, Japan is about 12 hours behind America. So  she needs to wait until 3 am, since that's when the video call is scheduled for.

(Okay so correct me if I'm wrong about the time, but I believe that's right)

She sits the shirt flat on her desk and debates on wearing dress parts or PJ bottoms to the virtual interview, cause what's the chance they make her stand up and show her outfit off? She decides to stay on the safe side and wear dress pants, plus it shows she went the extra mile.

She checks the time it's 9:13 PM. She's got time to shower, maybe nap before getting up closer to 3 in the morning. She nods as she does just that. She wakes up to her blaring alarm as, she lazyly swipes her phone screen to shut the alarm off as she sits up.

Her red hair needs another brush through as she swings to feet to the edge of her queen bed before getting to her feet. She does a big stretch and rushes to get dressed in the bathroom still having 30 minutes to make herself presentable.

Stubby is already sitting on the counter by her laptop, as she comes out of her room looking good in her blue button up and black dress pants, she doesn't bother with shoes as she sits down on the barstool getting her laptop ready as 3 am in 5 minutes away.

She runs her hands through her red locks and looks at Stubby, "okay, I look good right? Oh jeez so I speak Japanese or do I speak English, what if I mess up!? I never had the chance to really practice my Japanese before." Amelia says begining to panic

The cat gives off a purr trying to be reassuring, he believes in her after all. His white tail stretches and wraps a pound her hand in reassurance. Which Amelia looks grateful for as she looks at the time and decides to join the Oogle meeting.

She stares at her own video feed before it a conference room pops up, she sees a mouse looking thing and a really really tired guy and a-wow how does someone get their hair to stand like that?

She feels her heart beat pick up, as she feels like a deer caught in headlights as the sound soon feeds through.

"Miss Tano correct? Can ya hear us just fine?" The mouse thing (is he a stout?) ask in Japanese

She gulps before nodding, "y-yes sir I can hear you loud and clear. Can you umm.. hear me?" She replies cautiously in Japanese as well

(Just a word of warning she'll be speak in Japanese for the meeting and so will Nezu, Aizawa, and Present Mic)

The mouse thing nods back as the blond Cockatoo gives a thumbs up.

"I was worried their would be tad but if a language barrier but I'm glad there isn't. Let me introduce ourselves. Am I a mouse, a bear, whatever I am, all you need to know is I'm the principal of UA, I go by Nezu." The mouse thing states

The blond goes giving a big grin, "I'm Present Mic, but my real name is Yamada Hizashi! I teach English here at UA, I'm mostly here to help translate if there's issues with communication. Glad a cutie like you doesn't have a problem-ow. Sho that was my shin."

The tired man seems to have kicked Yamada under the table, while Nezu just sips tea and enjoys the chaos a bit.

"I'm Aizawa Shouta, class 1a homeroom teacher, I'm the person who you'll be working with if this goes well." He states a bit tired with a neutral expression, looks like he doesn't wanna be here

"Way to bring down the mood dude." Whispers Yamada and the microphone barely picks it up

Nezu clears his throat taking back control of the meeting, "now that we have introduced ourselves, I think it's time you introduced yourself, don't you think?" Nezu says in his usual cheerful tone

Amelia feels tense but she nods none the less, she remembers everyone's been introducing themselves by last name first, then first name. "I'm Tano Amelia, I've been a pro hero for 6 years and ranked in top 150. I'm a rescue hero, so while I can fight I prefer more slip in and out unoticed with civilians safe. My hero name is Mercy, and I'm known as the Medic Hero." She states softly and confidently (so proud 🥲 of my shy baby)

The three on the other side of the world take notes, as she talks. She does pause a small amount to give them time to ask but when they don't she goes on talking, "my quirk is a bit weird, I can't turn it off."

Before she can speak again someone is speaking up, "a passive quirk huh? That could be dangerous." Says a tired Aizawa  looking right at the camera, Amelia feels a bit intimidated.

"Well, umm not exactly, I'm pretty careful especially if I'm in a fight, cause that's when I need to be mindful of it. It's not touch based or anything, umm it's.. my bodily fluids, like blood, snot, spit, anything labeled under bodily fluids has a bit of my quirk, some like blood have a more potent version of it."

The blond Cockatoo looks squeamish while the dark haired homeless man looks about the same, maybe his eyes got a bit wider or something? Nezu looks the same but he gets a interested look on his face.

"Now, that's interesting, what is your quirk exactly?" Nezu ask setting his tea cup down

"Oh umm it's called Healing Fluids, it doesn't really um give me any draw backs, well actually, the only problem I get is anemia if I use to much blood, and dry mouth if I use my saliva too much. I do get negative feelings, like disgust, feeling itchy if I use it to much in one setting. Other than that, theirs nothing else. The people I do heal complain about different things, If I heal with blood; they complain about a burning sensation like their being burned but it's only for a moment and then it's gone. My saliva its kind of like a numbing agent, it doesn't burn but it isn't as potent in healing. I can use that for bruises and scratches but the big stuff, I gotta use blood all the way." She says a bit embarrassed to be talking about her quirk she sometimes despises

Nezu looks very intrigued, "with a quirk like that I can see why you took up the name Mercy the Medic Hero."

"The question is.. do you relie on your quirk to much? You could concuss yourself on the field and cause issues if your quirk wasn't there, or working right. You did say if you over use it you feel disgusted or itchy, what happens when you push through it?" Aizawa ask his eyes narrowing

"Oh umm, I don't like using my quirk unless absolutely necessary. The whole reason I got the title Medic Hero in the end was because I went to college shortly after graduating from my hero school, I am a certified CNA. I didn't debute until age of 20. There's something I gotta be able to do, to heal without my quirk. If I use my quirk to much I quite literally shut down, feel quite sickly. While I can still fight, I'm more paranoid. It's.. a weird draw back." She says nervously, "so yes I know my weakness and I back them up by not using my quirk unless necessary."

Aizawa looks a tad bit impressed, but it's hard to tell when he has a resting bitch face.

Nezu hums as he replies, "impressive none the less. Now then how about you us about yourself, maybe why you think you'd be a good fit for this job. Ya know just the standard questions at a interview."

She blinks in surprise, she tries to think of something that she can say, "oookkaayy.. so I like to read and learn new things. As weird as that sounds, I also like to bake when I have a down moment. As for why I think I'm a good fit.." she trails off thinking, to be honest she has no teaching experience, she doesn't have a teaching certification either.

"It's because I care, incredibly so. If I can help educate the future heros of today, arming them with knowledge and skills that can help them after graduation or even on internships, that's all that matters. Statically speaking less than 40 percent of heros survive two years after graduating, if I can make sure that the students I help teach aren't in the 60 percent that don't survive, that's all that matters." She says, "while I don't have a teaching certificate id be more than willing to go and get one, I umm was planning on trying for one but actually didn't know where to start when you called last week Nezu."

Aizawa looks impressed by her words at first until he heard about her not having a teaching certification. Yamada was moved and didn't seem to bothered by the lack of credentials.

Nezu hums, "yes I know that, that's something can be fixed. Well do you have any questions for us before we end this meeting?"

Amelia thinks on it, "if I get this job, will you help find a place to house me? I have money I just would rather not fly half way across the world an not have a place to move into."

Nezu chuckles as he picks his tea up and takes a sip, "of course! Let me handle everything. Consider it a investment if this works out. I'll call sometimes this week letting you know. Now I'm sure you wish to get some sleep, as its.. 3:41 am your times correct?"

She blushes and nods, "t-thanking for having me. Have a umm good afternoon."

She bows her head and then ends the call. She slouches in her seat as Stubby makes his presence known now by a cute meow.

She turns to look at him and sighs, "I feel like I was to awkward.. what if I don't get the job because of my weirdness."

The cat gives her a look before trying to close the laptop screen so she can go to bed.

"Okay, okay, I'm heading to bed. Let's go." She says getting up leaving her laptop on the center island, walking to the side turning the lights off and heading back to her room to sleep.

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The moment I step into the family, I was blamed for being "the only child in the family." I heard clearly that they labelled me as a spoiled girl, incapable for doing chores, never touch the kitchen thingy. All without me knowing, or at least they thought I dont know the badmouth.

The elders (might) worried that I couldn't take care the husband and (future) kids well. The way they devote themselves as a housewife. The way they define "woman" using their own perspectives.

I really try to prove them wrong. I showed my will to prepare own baby food, paying attention to all nutrition. I clean their plates (even tho I really HATE this). But none are appreciated. Instead, the eyes were screaming: "whats so special? We're also doing it all back in the days?"

But did you deal everything with a thesis defense right on postpartum period? Did you face a constant struggling of attending online lecture while breastfeeding the baby? Waking up every 2 hours to a crying baby and back to school paperwork directly?

My point is, we have our own conditions. We live in a super distinct generation & environment. Why dont we just leave a negative judgement and understand the bigger picture? Or you guys are simply incapable of doing so?

Another day, the bad stereotype is growing.

I banned my kid from any overly sweet & salted snacks before they reach 2. Simply because me & husband live under diabetic family tree. Father-in-law even suffer from kidney failure resulting from a high sugar blood.

But those family trying (again) to test my patience by giving her chocolate and such. I WAS MAD. And this topic was (again) serving as an interesting mock in the family table in the same circumstances: all behind my back or at least they dont aware that I know the talk.

Today, my kid having a tantrum because she's super sleepy (skipping nap) at the very first place and refuse to go home because she saw some interesting play. I talk to her that it's already nighty night. But yea sleepy kid is ofc serving a controlled emotion. Thus she snap back on my suggestion and crying like crazy.

At home, when she's out of control, I'll put her in a secluded space, letting her finish the anger first and talk kindly after. The process is tough because sometimes people cant handle the screaming. Me—after surfing all those parenting books & reels—is super prepared. Things will okay basicly after around 3 to 5 minutes. Kid is calming herself and ready to talk.

But this time, THE WHOLE FAMILY IS OFFERING HAND and stare me with "wth your kid is crying just give them what she wants?" I keep telling them to: "it's okay just lemme handle this by myself and let her release the emotion. She'll be fine. Pls be patience." But being a super nosy elders they are, none of my words were taken. They keep "oow come here with grandma/whoever it is" as if trying to rescue my kid from my lap.

I really wish I could utter some bad words.

Of course my kid sensing a help, she screams louder. And the scream & rescue cycle could never break. In the end, it was me who was pressured to "fulfill what the kid wants."

I'm super mad. This way, she'll never stop crying madly whenever she wants something. And I have to TEACH THE EMOTION CONTROL ALL THE WAY FROM ZERO AGAIN. I decide to leave the house, sitting in the yard corner and refuse to interact with everyone. I couldn't stand longer in this.

All my head was filled with "ah, another moment to bring me down with badmouth." Another values that doesnt fit the family and me being the one to blame.

The tought also travelled to what if I just divorce, the way I dont escalate the mental pain anymore. What will happen to the kid if the parent go separated way. Giving letter to the in-laws which basicly said "please find another perfect wife for your son because I couldnt handle your behavior anymore. Maybe someone from a village, which could be easily value-driven."

The worst part is I even thinking about the suicide. But at this time, I believe that I'd better be here to protect my kid.

I really hate the badmouth tradition in this family. Everytime the siblings sat together during Raya or end-year holiday, there will be someone to mock. Be it an in-laws (1. X only come here to eat but she never do the dishes; 2. Y is a wife of a rich uncle, but she still keep and using old equipments in the house. What a stingy girl; 3. Z is soo out of control; 4. K is sooo sensitive.) or other people from a wider family tree. I hate it. Like, does it benefit you? Does talking behind people will make them change the behavior and follow your path voluntarily?

I could never understand. And please advice me how to get away from this circle.

[thewrittenart]

Monday, Nov. 6 2023

Woke up around 6:40AM feeling a bit tired. But it was already somewhat bright outside, so I felt like I should get up to let Charlie, my cat, outside in order to maximize his "outside time," especially with the recent time change (Fall back, so the sun sets an hour earlier around 4:30PM).

I get up but wasn't feeling energetic at all. So I mosey on, and I don't even know what I actually do. I do remember putting on a YouTube video (Alfie Deyes's latest vlog upload -- I love watching or having in the background daily vlogs!); his sponsor was BetterHelp. This prompted me to check out how much it costs. (I've known of BetterHelp prior but have never tried it -- heck, I've never been to therapy, but I have been thinking about going since some time in the beginning of this year.) With Alfie's link, it was ~$60/week, which is a bit tight for me right now financially. But they had a link after I filled out the questionnaire that said something like "I can't afford this right now." So I clicked it, and it asked me more questions about my situation. After I was awarded financial aid! That was so amazing! It lowered the price to ~$50/week, which is not so much of a difference but the fact that I got aid and that that is even a thing they offer just made me get on board. It's like I already feel like they really care about you. (I do some dog-walking for pocket money, so I just told myself that what I earn from that, for now, will go first to paying for therapy, at least for a couple months. I want to try it out until the end of the year.) I got really excited after signing up and even got matched within a few hours! I haven't set up an appointment though... I have trouble committing to a time constraint for some reason. It kind of makes me anxious. Maybe I can talk to my therapist about it haha!

Anyways, around noon, I was still feeling tired, so I lied down and napped. (Charlie joined me too!) Woke up after 20-30 minutes feeling somewhat energized. (My psychology teacher said 20 minutes is the magic number for naps.) I felt better after that.

Around 3PM, I realized that, since the sun sets around 4PM, my cat will have to be inside at that time for the rest of the night. Then I thought: wow, 4PM is still pretty early for working in the evenings. So I decided to go into the office to work! I figured work until 8 or 9PM -- that's 3-4 hours of work! And I work really well in my office, better than at home... Hate to admit it. I do really like working there; it's just that Charlie is so happy outside. I need to be home to let him in and out. And I only let him go outside during the daylight hours, given the weather is appropriate. So, I guess on the bright side, bad weather days have an advantage that: I don't have an excuse to not go into the office [especially since it's becoming winter]. So yeah, I did enjoy going into the office. I felt very proud of myself for being able to work 4-5 hours, and I didn't really feel like I was dragging myself through the mud to be productive, which has been happening a lot (part of the reason I signed up for therapy). And when I got home, I did not feel any obligation to work or even think about work. I just started my bedtime routine. I like going to bed after a good work session [and doing some me-time in the morning after waking up]... I might actually prefer it.

I slept so well that night: no wake-ups at all, felt well-rested and not groggy when I woke up, woke up around 6:30AM before my alarm. It felt so natural. Honestly, it felt like the best wake-up I've ever had -- at least, the best one I've had in a long time!

I think I'm going to try and employ a day rating scale: great > good > okay > meh > bad.

[Today] This was a great day.

Note to self: Tag journal posts with the year, the month, journal, and day rating.

[purplesurveys]

1729

Were you always one of those kids who got in trouble with everyone around? Nah I wouldn't say it ever got that bad but I did have a bit of an attitude problem back when I used to be a pain in the ass of a kid. I was on the extreme antisocial side and understandably that gave off shitty impressions towards everybody.

When was the last time you took a nap? Did it relax you any? Yesterday I slept from like 1 to 5 PM because my lunch was so heavy and so damn good lmao. Yes, it was a great nap and I had felt even better knowing that the next day (today) was going to be a holiday.

Honestly, do you see yourself as a slut? Nope.

Is there a secret you’ve never told your parents? Yes. Things I've kept from them greatly surpass things I have shared.

What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever been through?: Sorry for giving the same boring answer lol but that would be the time I experienced a relationship failing in 2020.

Have you ever had your heartbroken?: Sure.

Do you think Enrique Iglesias is sexy? :P: Not in particular.

Can you text quickly?: Yes. I'll get typos here and there but for the most part my fingers work fairly fast.

Do you like fast food or does it disgust you?: I like fast food, but it also depends on the brand.

Which singer’s vocals would you love to steal?: IU! Or Se So Neon's Soyoon.

What’s your favourite shop?: Nike.

Have you got a hairdresser that you can trust?: Yes.

Are you a deep or light sleeper?: Very deep, but I'm also good at waking up when I need to wake up...if that makes sense? I can sleep through loud noises and all but if, say, I have a calltime of 4 AM, my body is usually able to wake itself up at around 3 AM.

Do you wear a lot of make up?: No. Foundation and concealer are enough to make me happy.

Do you get nervous before exams? Only if I completely know nothing about the subject because then it's like how the fuck do I even begin answering the questions lol. That's happened many times to me in subjects like calculus and economics where I just simply fail to learn anything in the days leading up to the test. And since I was a shy student I also never, like, felt bold enough to ask questions or request for a 1-on-1 with my teachers, so there have definitely been exams where I knew from the very beginning that I was headed towards a 68 (the lowest mark my school gave).

Does the weather influence your mood?: Only if my emotions were already strong to begin with. Like if I was already in high levels of stress, encountering rain would most likely make me cry. Otherwise no, not really.

Who was the last person you kissed?: Some person.

What’s your favourite alcoholic drink?: Peach soju.

Do you watch Big Brother?: Nopes.

Do you like the smell of BBQs?: I've never been to a barbecue party (doesn't happen here) but I like the general scent of barbecue.

Do you crash on people’s sofas often?: I have never done that.

Have you left school or not?: Yes, three years ago.

Can you keep a secret?: Yes.

Have you ever been trapped in a fire?: No.

Do wasps scare you?: They do. Anything that flies and has a super loud buzz really lol, so like wasps, blowflies, bees...

Have you ever had to spend the night at a hospital? Once, when I was 12.

Are you currently trying to get over someone? No.

Have you ever dated someone with longer hair than yours? At many points their hair was longer, yes.

Have you ever bought clothing online? Yes. My last shopping spree was done online.

Have you ever worn flip flops in the snow? I have never encountered snow.

Do you wear Roxy, Billabong, or Volcom? No.

How old were you when you met your first love? I was 13, I think.

[takeeachdayonebookatatime]

Why did you elbow me? 90

Undercover Beckett part 5

Jeb: pov jo's husband is sitting with her on the bed. She still has a cough but is doing so much better with her cold. Me and Cindy are keeping our eyes on her. As we go to check on her we notice her and Derek are asleep cuddling, he must be so worried about her. We decided to let him stay for dinner. Jo is getting vegetable stew which she only eats a little, the other girls are getting pasta. Derek kissed Jo goodnight before he left. Lanie is getting herself and Jo into pj's before bed both of them had already showered.

Cindy: pov in the morning we give Jo her pills and some cheerios she seems to be feeling better her cough does not sound as bad, Lanie unhooked her from the monitors and IV. She is on the phone probably talking to her husband Derek.

Kate/Jo: pov it's after breakfast and I'm calling Ryan and Esposito to ask them what they found out, turns out the nights all 4 girls were killed Charles had visited Mandy we just need more proof, they tell me he has an alibi for the nights of the murder. I tell them he is visiting her again today so I can try and Find out more info. I did some art until lunch. The food is so good I'm glad I can sit with the rest of the girls and eat. I managed to find Charles in the lounge before Mandy came out of her room. I pulled him aside and chatted about cars. I'm trying to figure out what car he drives. I ask him what car he drives because my father in law wants to get a new car but is not sure what he would like. With my information I ran to the phone and updated the boys. Esposito had looked into DMV records and found out the car that dumped the body is the same but the license plate does not match.

Lanie: pov Kate takes a nap until dinner one of the staff members Darwin is weird, Kate mentions he is sleeping with Penny. The rest of the night was chill. Esposito mentions they are getting a search warrant to check Charles' house out tomorrow. Tonight is the last night Kate gets cough meds, at 2am I wake her up and give Kate her med i decide to go to the bathroom while I'm up. Afterwards I go back to bed. The next morning Cindy comes in to give Kate her heart meds, she gets changed and we head to breakfast she is having cheerios again. Everyone else is having eggs and bacon.

Amber: pov after breakfast Jo pulls Mandy aside and asks her about Charles saying she knows he was dating Sara, Chloe, Jill and Wendy the dead girls. Mandy says you don't understand he was not dating them. The Ramen noodles cups he was bringing us are full of drugs. They are under the noodles. The dead girls and some of the others were buying from me and Charles but to make it less suspicious we decided he acted like he was their boyfriends.

Ryan: pov Jo called around lunch telling us she had a major lead. Me and Esposito had just finished some Chinese food with Castle. Charles was not dating the girls he was bringing Ramen noodles cups into rehab that were full of drugs. They are under the noodles. The dead girls and some of the others were buying from Mandy and Charles.

Kate/Jo: pov Ryan and Esposito are getting a search warrant for Darwin's place. In the meantime I'm going to talk to Penny after lunch. I'm thankful Cindy and Jeb know how to make healthy dishes, us girls chat about life and boys. Cindy ask me how I'm doing here and if I'm feeling any better I say yes thanks for asking and caring. I found Penny in the art room drawing a beautiful landscape painting. We talk about her, Darwin and the dead girls. She's not much help but says Beth has an older brother who as a teen got charged with murder, he got out a couple years ago after serving his time.

Esposito: pov Kate called us back up with her new info about Beth's older brother. I mention I will text Lanie if we find anything interesting.

Lanie: pov i spent a while in Margaret's office on the phone talking with Esposito. Kate spent the rest of the day talking with Amber and Carlyle, her new friends. They are both sweet and nice.

Kate: pov I wish I could help them. Maybe I can, I decided after dinner, which is amazing, that I'm going to watch some with some of the other girls Linda seems rude, Me and Lanie are watching TV with Amber and Carlyle they have never seen temptation lane a couple of episodes in they both mention how good the show is I mention me and Lanie even got to meet the cast once it was amazing. It's getting late. I grab some clothes from my bag and head to the shower room to take a nice long shower before bed, I put some peach shampoo in my hair and then wash my body before getting out and drying off. Once in bed I quickly fall asleep, at 2am I wake up to go pee. I should not have drank so much liquid during our temptation lane marathon.

Darwin: pov that girl Jo is poking around too much I'm going to have to get rid of her. I'm hiding in the supply closet in the hallway waiting at 2am, Jo finally appears in the hallway. I pop out of the closet and slam her head into the wall hard, she manages to kick me knocking me over before she collapses.

Lanie: pov From my bed I hear a very loud noise. I rush out into the hallway and see Carlyle running out of her room all frantic. To be continued. ……..

[spongki]

unavoidable afternoon torpor, camels, and the color yellow.

What was only meant to be my regular late afternoon siesta turned into a 15-hour back-aching slumber. It's by far the longest I've been asleep, if my memory serves me right. I'm a known sleepy guy, alright. It's just never like this. I didn't even get to tell my dog good night.

I took a "nap" at around 4 PM and momentarily jerked out of sleep to turn on the air conditioner about an hour or two later, maybe around 5 or 6, because that's the time I usually turn it on to consume less electricity and stuff. I wonder if anyone else does that. It's not that strange of a thing to do, is it? To let yourself suffer in the suffocating heat for the greater chunk of the day because it's the only way to keep the bills down? I don’t even know (and don’t care) whether it’s effective or not. Anyway, it's funny how my brain knew well enough what my body so badly needed even half-asleep, like it's muscle memory. The following hours after that I had bouts of panic-induced lucid dreams while my back was soaked in cold sweat—completely normal, it happens—but I managed to make a mental note telling myself that I need to gather as much sleepy as I can otherwise I'd have to put up with being awake during the remainder of the night until the butt crack of dawn where I have nothing to do besides light a cigarette and listen to Strokes' Room On Fire and if I'm really going through it, maybe run through their entire discography as well. You really shouldn't do so much of a thing if you don't want to end up hating it, but I'm left with no choice. It's not that better in the morning. I really did not want to wake up. Not even until 7 AM, which is an hour that indicates I'm already sleeping in and ugh my head is going to regret this.

Being awake when the sun is up also means tedium. It means trying to check off tasks that I've shelved to do for later when later was two Fridays ago and the tasks in question could be accomplished within fifteen minutes. What I do is sit and think about how grueling that is instead of actually doing it, then I move onto other important things which I have no success in at all, like doing that one Buzzfeed recipe I've been meaning to try for a long time but lack the right ingredients so now I'm left with a strange concoction full of substituted stuff that no one wants to eat. Then, the unavoidable afternoon torpor, as Call Me By Your Name's main character Elio once mentioned it:

"My father, who was reserved and shy in private, loved nothing better than to have some precocious rising expert in a field keep the conversation going in a few languages while the hot summer sun, after a few glasses of rosatello, ushered in the unavoidable afternoon torpor."

He described siestas so beautifully. Too bad I'm not in a Mediterranean villa, sun-basked and mildly toasted in the right parts, surrounded by glasses of lush Italian wines and trees that give just the right amount of breeze to sweetly lull me to sleep. Oops. Did I get too into it?

Because if we're talking about sultry, we can talk about the less peachy reality that's closer to the literal meaning of the word, which is lying down in front of an electric fan trying its best as it blows hot, hot heat into your face while your body slowly melts into a sludge that seeps into the sofa. You anxiously chew over with yourself - "do I even deserve this siesta?" Hey, José Rizal himself said siestas were the Filipinos' remedy for our country's hot climate. So maybe you do deserve it. But maybe you don't, because he meant to say that to people who did hard labor under the burning sun, and you haven't exactly done anything productive to give yourself that reward. Other than swatting pesky mosquitoes buzzing in your ear, maybe, and you don't know whether that eases the monotony or it just plainly irritates the fuck out of you. Oh, and that one annoying show that your parents like is on TV again. Only this time, and I'm being for real, it gets cut off midway and you're fucking delighted but not really, because it's apparently to make way for the "president's" state of the nation address (The Marcoses have pissed off my parents in more ways than one, but interrupting their favorite telenovela, really? There's no redeeming yourself from that.)

It all just feels so yellow. I love yellow when it’s not overbearing - when you're not constantly enclosed with the warmth it emits. Yellow feels sticky. Humid. I sluggishly walk around my house with pellets of sweat in places I didn't even know were possible. Yellow is also kind of blinding. My curtains don’t do enough to shield my eyes from the sunlight, but it’s partially my fault for not making it a habit to wake up early. After smoking Marlboro menthols for a while, I bought a pack of yellow Camels just to try something new and I hated it. Why do I hear so many good things about this brand? Yellow is parching. Unpleasantly warm, the kind that gives you goosebumps. Yellow reminds me of how much I try to force sleep and how it’s the only sober form of escapism I can consume. I’m always deliberately getting myself struck with lethargy, putting the blame on the unapologetic heat of the blazing sun - on the color yellow - just so I can postpone for the dreaded tomorrow to come.

The next thing you know I'm in my bedroom, A/C on blast, writing this post. Lather, rinse, repeat. Mundanity is far from a foreign concept to me but the heat just so greatly exacerbates the agony of it. The least I can do is write about it.

[domi-scu]

Cobra 11

Travel day!

We woke up at an ungodly hour- 5am (which is my usual wake up time an home but is simply unacceptable here). With the mini van picking us up at 6. Thankfully, the hotel prepared us some sandwiches to take with us for breakfast. I was sad to see there was no coffee but then again considering how gross it was in the last couple days, it was probably a good thing. On the other hand, I really struggled to keep my eyes open but couldn’t sleep cause we spent the next hour picking up other people on the way, turning around because the guy forgot someone etc.

Once everyone was finally on board, our driver realised we were running a little late. And for anyone who used to watch that Cobra 11 show when they were a kid… That’s kinda how his driving was. Difficult to sleep but I managed maybe an hour, hitting my head against the window the whole time. When we finally stopped for a toilet/ coffee break, the driver told Alex that no, we don’t have much time for a stop but ‘it’s ok, I’ll catch up’. I know that Thailand has very different style of driving but overtaking other cars in curves up a mountain probably woke me up more than the coffee.

He also stopped in random places by the road and with no explanation, walked away from the van for 10-15min leaving us to wait. We never found out what he was doing but all in all, we got to the port in about 4.5h, in time to get the speedboat to the pier.

Although we paid for the whole trip to Koh Lipe, at the entrance to the pier we also found out what we needed to pay 200 baht per person to enter the national park (which I think Koh Lipe is a part of) and another 20 per person to enter the pier itself. You’d think that would be included in the boat ticket right? In comparison, the locals only paid 20 baht for national park and nothing for the pier.

The port was packed and chaotic but we only had to wait about 20min so it wasn’t too bad. The relatively small speedboat carried about 60+ people and ended up insanely uncomfortable so the 1h 45min on it were a hell for my butt that already suffered in the van. But the idea of the balcony leading to the pool in our room got us through.

Since we left so early in the morning, I didn’t have a chance to put sun cream on and was looking for shade every chance I got. Thankfully there was quite a lot of it and the first sight of our little island absolutely made up for all the uncomfortableness.

We were picked up at the pier by a hotel employee who walked us whole 100m to our hotel. He insisted in carrying our suitcases and man, good on him. He hoisted the heavier one up on his shoulder and carried it like it was nothing. I was impressed.

As our room wasn’t ready yet, we had 20min to chill in the beanbags by the bar and enjoy the view. And what a view it was!

Our room was exactly what we expected and more. We were happy to find that our balcony is in the shade pretty much the whole day (with the exception of early morning) so we can really lay there without worrying about the heat. And if I want to get a bit of a tan, I can swim across to the other side and chill there for a minute. It’s also super quiet and exactly what a holiday should feel like.

At this point, we were starving but were tired from the travel so we decided on room service and mini bar. Although it was a little pricier than what we are used to here, it was worth not having to go anywhere. And the mini bar wasn’t too horrible at 80 baht per beer. I lost the fight against my (extremely spicy) curry though.

For the rest of the day, we really just made the most of our balcony and the pool. I got stuck in our floatie (Alex has a video that I might be willing to share one day). 

Until Alex called it a day and went to take a nap. As I can’t really ‘chill’ for too long, I went out for a short walk up and down the Walking Street with the intent of getting us some gin with sprite so we don’t have to rely on the expensive hotel cocktails and mini bar. I went through 5 shops before I even found someone who knew what gin was. And just as it was starting to look like we’d have to switch to drinking the local vodka, I found it. I also found a pile of kittens that I really wanted to cuddle but didn’t want to bother them as they were napping. Maybe tomorrow.

Koh Lipe definitely seems more expensive than average around here but there still seem to be a few places were you can get a meal for around 100 baht so I don’t think we’ll starve. With that, I went back to the room to get Alex and check out the hotel bar that has a ‘buy one get one free’ deal on cocktails 4-8pm. Which takes the price down to almost acceptable.

As it was 7.45, we both got 2 drinks and enjoyed a bit of live music. The heat, the travel and the banging of my head against the van window then caught up with me in the shape of a massive headache so it was time to call it a day. I passed out the moment my head hit the pillow, with a book in my hand but not before I got a WhatsApp notification that my boss sent me 4 pictures. Dreading that something went horribly wrong at work, I opened it, only to find photos of his and his girlfriend’s new puppy. That’s the kind of work messages I can get behind!

[yoon-kooks]

how many | jjk | 6

Pairing: Jungkook x TattooArtist!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, BadBoy!AU

Summary: To Jeon Jungkook, you’re just the cutie who sits across from him in art class. He doesn’t have a clue that you’re also the hidden face of his favorite tattoo artist on social media. When the bad boy notices you’ve taken a surprising interest in his ink, he dares you to explore every inch of his body until all of his tattoos are accounted for. Tempted by his irresistible smile and delicate touch, you might even let him in on your little secret.

Word Count: 5.8k

Parts: 0 ◆ 1 ◆ 2 ◆ 3 ◆ 4 ◆ 5 ◆ 6

Warnings: fingering, blowjob, deepthroating, dirty talk, begging, unprotected sex, he calls her babe, tight little pussy, boy got a big cock, slight bondage kink, creampie, possible dick tattoo (?)

A/N: this is probably the most smut you're ever going to get from me as a writer💖

◆ the one he'd been searching for ◆

At the door to his apartment, Jungkook shuffles around for the keys in his pocket. The shiny new addition to his key ring makes you smile to yourself as you follow him inside. The first thing you do is scan the hall for the fluffy white tenant. 

Upon hearing a tiny mew, Jungkook squats down, picks up Namjoon’s cat, and lets you greet her. She gives you a kiss with her pink nose before burrowing her face into your boyfriend’s elbow. For now, she’s the only one who’s allowed to be so adorable and affectionate with your man. But perhaps someday, the two of you will have kids who’ll also get to experience the love he radiates. It might take a while before it gets to that point, but the possibility leaves you excited for the future ahead.

“I’m gonna check and make sure my nosy roommate isn’t around today,” the boy says after dropping you and the cat off in his room.

While he’s off hunting Namjoons, you lay down on the bed next to the cat, still admiring the fresh tattoo on your hand through the clear wrap. You snap a quick pic of the bunny fairy and post it onto snowsleeve’s Instagram with the caption, “lent my hand to a hot new artist🐰✨”.

The comments that pour in are nothing but supportive.

“Pls tag this hot new artist so I can get my own👅”

“WHAT TAHTS SO CUTE OMF”

“i think ive seen this persons art before;;;”

“10/10 better than a face reveal”

“I need more of this”

“@agustd let’s get matching ones🐱🐣”

“#bunfairysearchparty”

“Looks kinda like @jjkINK’s style #bunfairysearchparty”

“okay wait i searched up @jjkINK and it makes sense. super talented #bunfairysearchparty #solved”

“@jjkINK Are your books open? Asking for a friend”

You’re so engrossed in all the comments that you don’t even notice the dark shadow sneaking up on you.

“Boo.” The curled-up kitty isn’t even fazed, but your whole body jerks up as Jungkook throws himself onto the bed beside you. He grins in victory. “What were you smiling at?”

“They’re starting a search party for you on Instagram,” you giggle, showing him your post along with all the comments. His eyes take in everything line by line. “A lot of people have sniffed you out already.”

“Well, they’re gonna have to wait a while before I’m officially open for business.” He pulls you into his chest and plants a kiss on your cheek. “You’re such a tease, Y/N.”

“It’s not my fault I wanted to show off my talented artist boyfriend,” you hum against his smooth skin. “By the way, how’d your Namjoon hunt go?”

“He sent me a text saying he’s out on a date or something. I told him I’d feed the cat so he can go get laid.”

“Aww, what a good roommate.” You give him a kiss on the lips, and his tongue doesn’t waste any time. It hasn’t been more than ten minutes in his apartment and he’s already craving your taste. 

The subtle movements of your bodies against the mattress wake the cat from its nap. She stretches and yawns before wedging herself into the warmest spot on the bed—right between you and Jungkook. Her whiskers rub gently against your wrapped tattoo as she purrs away. That tiny bit of contact is enough to make you wince at the soreness. Hopefully your boyfriend didn’t see.

“You should see my cat, Jeon,” you say as you wiggle your index finger around in front of the kitty’s big eyes. You of course use your non-tattooed hand so that your bunny fairy won’t be swiped by a feisty kitty paw. She catches your finger and starts nibbling on it.

“You have a cat too?” He believes you, even though you were just trying to be sly and cute.

You shrug your shoulders, and then it clicks for him

“Hey, can you come back in like an hour or two?” Jungkook asks of the oblivious cat, who finally gets the message and leaps onto the gaming chair instead. Turns out she’s a cockblock just like her father.

With the cat out of the way, the boy takes hold of your wrist to inspect the battle scar from earlier. It’s still swollen and red. “Are you gonna be okay for…?”

You nod despite the sharp stinging in your hand. The wait has gone on long enough.

“Okay, just don’t get too carried away with your tattoo hand.” He lifts your oatmeal sweater up and over your head and tosses it onto his desk, quickly followed by his white tee. Your eyes wander up from the feisty fairy on his abs as he holds both of your hands above your head against the pillows and climbs on top of you. “Let me do all the work today,” he says.

He quickly identifies the nape of your neck as a weak spot and caresses you there with his lips. One bite at a time, he works his way between your breasts, down your belly, to your inner thigh, only protected by your plaid mini skirt and sheer black stockings.

The preppy look you were going for comes undone piece by piece as Jungkook helps you out of your skirt and then your stockings. You’re left only in your lacy black lingerie.

“So… where’s this cat you wanted to show me?” he asks. He can’t play innocent. Not when he already has his finger looped around the lace that hugs your hips. 

“Find it,” you taunt him as you unbutton and unzip his jeans. His dinosaur boxers get your approval.

“Wait, is it a tattoo…?” He tugs at the lace with eagerness. “Down here?”

It’s cute how he’s always thinking about that one tattoo he hasn’t found on you yet. But it’s finally time to put the poor boy out of his misery. 

You sit yourself up, slide the lace down your legs, and fling it over to the growing pile of clothing on his desk. Without hesitation, the boy’s eyes are drawn to the untouched skin between your legs. He licks his lips and leaves them parted as he stares with such intensity. There’s no tattoo to be found there, but that doesn’t make him any less fixated on what he sees.

With gentle fingers, you close his jaw and lift his chin to meet your gaze so that he can’t just drool over your pussy all day. Leaning in, you snap him out of his daze and whisper, “Does that answer your question?”

Jungkook nods and steals a kiss. “Guess that means there’s only one place left to look.”

A confident hand works its way around to your back and unclasps your bra. You press the lace to your chest before it falls off your shoulders. 

This is it. This is where your little game with Jungkook finally comes to an end. You won’t have any more tattoos or secrets up your sleeve because he’ll have seen every part of you. He’s seen the shy you, the passionate you, the dorky you, the artist you, and everything in between. 

You let him into your world, and he embraced it.

The bra slips from your tattooed hand and falls onto your thighs. You watch as your boyfriend scans every inch of your bare upper body until he settles on the lower outer corner of your left breast.

“It’s pretty.” His thumb strokes the tiny piece of art on your skin. It’s the silhouette of a black cat perched atop a red crescent moon. “You did it yourself?”

You give Jungkook a modest nod as he looks down at his own chest to figure out how in the world you tattooed yourself at such an awkward angle. He might be the only fuck boy out there who’d delay sex in order to consider the specifics of a tattoo so intently.

Out of nowhere, you run both hands up the boy’s torso and push him down against the mattress and between your thighs. Perhaps he wants all the details about your first tattoo, but you can save it for the pillowtalk that comes after sex.

“Maybe you can tattoo me in all the spots I can’t do myself,” you suggest, drawing attention to those tricky parts of your body—spots like your neck and anywhere on your back. Two hands grab your ass and scoot you forward until your face nearly collides with his.

“A booty tattoo would be pretty hot on you,” he says against your lips. He gives your ass a good squeeze before rolling you over and getting back on top of you. Without wasting a second, his fingers sneak their way between your legs, dip inside you, and coat themselves in your glaze. He glides around your clit and asks, “Or should I tattoo you down here?”

“Not opposed to either.” No tattoo is off the table if Jungkook is the one doing it. And despite your low pain tolerance, you know you’d definitely enjoy having his hands on you in either spot for a good hour or two. “I want you all over my body.”

“Say less.” One hand takes care of your breasts while the other continues to rub you up and down until you’re all nice and wet. The flicks of his fingers are soft and sexy, and it doesn’t take long before your body is squirming beneath him.

He pauses a couple of times and makes it very clear that he’s in no hurry. You, on the other hand, are quickly becoming a hot mess, and the snail speed isn’t helping. It’s torture at its finest.

“More… Jungkook,” you manage to say between moans. “Please.”

Your boyfriend stares down at how turned on and needy you are for him. His eyes wander across your naked body from your slick center to your perky nipples to your flushed face. He takes his thumb and swipes it gently over your lips.

“Do you want my mouth up here?” he asks, watching carefully for a cue from you. His fingers down below tap on your clit several times. “Or down here?”

You feel the bundle of nerves swelling up between your legs at the mere thought of him lapping you up and eating you out. He’d be latched onto your center with the tightest grip around your thighs, unable to control himself like a vampire sucking his plaything dry. His tongue would surely be the death of you.

But the huge bulge in his boxers is an even deadly temptation.

You weave your fingers through the long hair at his neck and pull him down until your lips can reach his. This kiss is filled with hunger and lust. “Here is perfect,” you say before he goes in for seconds.

The boy obliges and continues on with the makeout session. He pulls back a second later and asks, “Wait, has anyone ever gone down on you?”

“Not yet.” Something tells you that’ll change in the near future, though.

Jungkook gives you a cheeky smile like the troublemaker he is. “You’re so innocent, Y/N.”

It shouldn’t take long to change his mind about that.

You slide your hand up the front of his boxers, right over his bulge. His entire body stiffens against the sudden contact.

“By the way, I’ve been thinking a lot about this dick tattoo you may or may not have,” you say as you continue to rub him through the cotton. “I imagine something like a cute little snake.”

“Me? Cute and little?” Jungkook snorts. Now that he repeats your words back, you have to admit it was a pretty innocent remark on your end. At least you know he finds your innocence endearing. “Try saying that again with my cock down your throat.”

Eager to accept his challenge, you tug at his waistband. He steps out of his boxers with haste and kicks them off to the side. The first things you notice are of course his lack of a tattoo and his size. He might be even larger than you’d been estimating while silently evaluating the bulge through his boxers.

“Sorry to disappoint, but there aren’t any cute little snakes here,” the boy jokes. He leans back as you slither your fingers around him and bring yourself in for a closer look. He’s warm, veiny, and awfully big, but there’s nothing you can’t handle from him. You shudder at the thought of him pounding into you with that massive size and length. You swear you’ve never been so turned on just from looking at dick. If the perfect cock exists, you’re holding it.

“No worries, I always appreciate a long and large blank canvas to work with.” You feel clever for coming up with that one. And who knows. Maybe you’ll be the one working on his dick tattoo in the future.

Both you and Jungkook watch your tattooless hand go up and down his length. He’s getting so tense and worked up despite how little you’ve touched him. You want to see how far you can push him.

“I know you said you’d do all the work today, but I don’t think I can help myself,” you say, wetting your lips a few centimeters away from his erection. Perhaps it’s your own desires clouding your judgment, but he looks like he could really benefit from having your mouth around him. You plant a soft kiss just below his swollen tip and glance up at your boyfriend for his thoughts on your unspoken proposal.

“Well, I’m not going to say no to that.” Jungkook’s eyes are as gentle as eyes can be in the midst of sex. He pokes the back of your tattooed hand and says, “Just be careful with this hand, okay?”

He’s being so sweet and considerate about your newly branded skin, but you honestly wouldn’t mind if he tied your hands up to ensure you’re behaving the way he asks. That’s another kink to explore some other time, though. 

“It’s a good thing sucking you off doesn’t require much hand usage,” you smirk. 

Knowing his eyes are all on you, you decide to make a spectacle out of what would otherwise be an ordinary blowjob. Your tongue starts by teasing him with a few wet kisses all around his length. The room is filled with the sounds of diligent sucking and the needy kind of moans you only make when you’re really craving cock. You want to make sure he knows how into his body you are.

When you take a peek to see how he’s holding up, he’s straining his neck just so he can watch exactly what you’re doing to him. If you didn’t already have your mouth around his cock, he probably would have started jerking off to the show you’re putting on for him with all your lewd sounds and naked body. You love the thought of him pleasuring his horny self at the sight of you doing something naughty.

“You taste better than ice cream,” you say after a very intentional flick of your tongue over his tip. The teasing doesn’t stop there, though. Your lips just barely graze him as you let half his length in. His poor cock is like a lollipop melting away against a tongue that hasn’t tasted pure sugar in months.

Even if you tried, you couldn’t stop. You’re addicted to him.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groans in rhythm with the movements of your mouth. “I take back what I said about you being innocent.”

You try to fight off the stupid grin creeping up on you, but you fail miserably. “I’m only this naughty when I’m with you.”

“Good.” He does his best to maintain his composure as you take the rest of his length, but that’s not working out too well for him. You feel him wince in pleasure as soon as he hits the back of your throat. His breathing is rough and sloppy in a way you haven’t heard before. You’re driving him crazy, and you love it. “I need you all to myself.”

The boy watches on as you devour him like a popsicle. You’ve always thought you had your gag reflexes under control, but you have to admit his large size is a lot for your throat to take on. Jungkook wasn’t just talking himself up earlier.

Your half-moan, half-gag vibrates against his cock. His hand reaches for yours on instinct.

“You good, babe?” His sudden concern and pet name for you are like positive reinforcements for choking on his cock. You want to do it again, over and over. 

“Mm,” you moan, continuing to slide his length up and down your throat. Somehow, you feel your throat warming up to his size. That doesn’t mean you won’t keep gagging to stroke his ego, though. It’s your way of acknowledging that your boyfriend has (by far) the biggest cock you’ve ever sucked.

“Sure I’m not too big for you? What about your tight little pussy?” He’s taunting you again. And you lean right into it.

“Let’s find out.” You finally pull back from his erection and crawl forward until your breasts are dangling over him and your pussy is aligned with his cock. He reaches up with his thumb to wipe the glossy glaze off your plumped lips. You lick the rest up like sweet syrup.

To stall things out just a bit longer, you rock your hips back and forth so that your clit drags against his tip as the two of you makeout. You’d been so focused on sucking his cock that you’d forgotten how sensitive you still were between your legs. As tame as it might seem, grinding against him like this feels so fucking good. 

When your little bud gets a tad too excited, you put your hips on pause and push yourself back up into a sitting position on top of him. As soon as you lift your ass again, Jungkook’s hands slip beneath you for support. You make him watch as you curl several fingers up your pussy to ensure you’re wet and horny enough to accommodate his massive size. No shit you’re horny enough. 

You reach behind your back to grab his cock and position him where he can ease into you. His cock has the audacity to give you a little nudge at your entrance, but his eagerness is understandable. You feel it too. 

As you slowly lower yourself onto his length, you’re thankful for the “safe sex speedrun” (as your gamer boyfriend likes to call it) the two of you went on in the weeks leading up to this. Nobody’s getting preggy, nobody’s catching any STDs, but you will get to experience just how good he feels with no condom in the mix.

“You’re awfully tight, Y/N,” Jungkook hums, the corner of his eyes crinkling upward in the most endearing way possible. He’s right. He’s only got an inch or two in and plenty more to go. He must be feeling like a god right now.

You’ve encountered a handful of larger-than-average dicks in your sex life, but you’ve never taken this long to get them all the way in. The boy also picks up the time ticking away.

“In the meantime…” he starts but never finishes his sentence, rubbing your clit between two fingers. The jolt of pleasure proves to be counterproductive as your muscles tighten around his cock. You hate how weak you are to his fingers. One of these days, you know he’s going to catch on and make you get on your knees and beg before he even lays a finger on you. You won’t be able to resist, either.

“Fuck,” you huff. His fingers find a nice rhythm, gradually getting stronger and more intense. You give into the pleasure and throw your head back for just a second. But if he continues down this path, you’re going to come before you’ve got him halfway in. To prevent your bundle of nerves from exploding on the spot, you pull both of his hands up to your breasts as a distraction. He doesn’t seem to mind.

“You have the perfect tits, you know that?” He squeezes them both like stress balls even though you know he hasn’t had anything to stress about since midterms. It’s probably just the frustration building for every additional second he’s forced to wait before fucking the shit out of you.

Once he’s in as far as he’ll go, his hands slide down to your waist where he has a strong grip on you. Like the gentleman he is, he lets you take the lead first. You use a combination of your hips and thighs to leverage your weight up and down his length. Meanwhile, your greedy little fingertips take the opportunity to get acquainted with his hard abs. You’re once again reminded of how in shape he is. His commitment to everything important—his health, his studies, his future, you—is so incredibly attractive.

Despite how much you crave wild sex, this first bit is still slow and sensual, just until you adjust to his size. Your hips are hard at work on his cock, and you find it kind of romantic the way he gazes into your eyes as you pleasure yourself on him. 

As you speed up, you hear more and more grunts and groans from the boy’s throat. And once you’ve got a steady pace going, you start to feel his hips move beneath you. His thrusts are so strong that you’d probably bounce right off his cock if not for his hands keeping you strapped into place. At least he gets a nice little show from your bouncy tits he loves so much.

“Is rough okay with you? I can go harder,” he says with the smuggest look on his face. You didn’t realize there was a level up from what he was already doing. Not in that position anyway.

As soon as you nod, he lifts your entire body up off his cock like it’s nothing, just to show off the results of his daily visits to the gym. In a smooth transition, the two of you switch positions with you on your back and him on top.

You get a good look at him holding his big throbbing cock over you, and your hand wanders down between your legs on instinct without you realizing it. You rub away and feel how swollen and close you are to hitting your high. 

Leaving your legs spread open, you eagerly wait for Jungkook to shove himself back into you. He angles his cock at your entrance and works his way inside you with relative ease this time around.

“You’re so fucking tight,” the boy growls. He cups your chin and steals a passionate kiss from you before pinning you against the pillows. He has a gentle hold on the wrist with the bunny fairy flying right above it.

“And you’re so fucking big,” you finally admit, hoping to unlock another horny masculine urge from him. “It feels so good.”

The roughness behind his first few thrusts is a not-so-subtle reminder to hold on tight. You reach around with your free arm to hang onto his back, like an innocent hug that eventually turns dirty. If the sex gets any rougher, Jungkook might have a few claw marks on his back like he’d been scratched by a feral cat.

With your claws dug deep into his skin and your other arm still held down above your head, you feel secure beneath him—secure enough to ask to be fucked as hard and deep as your boyfriend can go.

The first opportunity you get, you throw your ankles up over his shoulders to angle yourself better and casually suggest deeper penetration. And as soon as you say the words, the boy pounds his cock into you and hits just the right spot. Over and over again.

The moan that escapes your throat is the filthiest sound you’ve ever made. It’s a combination of pure pleasure and you trying to fight off an orgasm. If you weren’t so caught up in the sex, you’d probably feel at least a tiny bit embarrassed. Instead, it only encourages you to keep losing yourself to the pleasure as you inch closer and closer to your high. You’re just really glad no one else is around to hear it.

“I’m close,” you say, making a total mess of his hair. He continues to fuck you hard while swirling his fingers down around your clit to finish you off. God, you love his fingers.

“I can tell, babe,” he chuckles sweetly. Of course he can tell. You wouldn’t be making lewd sounds like that unless you were at the peak pleasure of really good sex. And you love how he can continue to be so playful and endearing even when you’re about to come all over him.

You suddenly gasp out in pleasure and claw your nails into his neck. Your toes curl above his shoulders, and your pussy tightens its grip around his cock. You don’t think you’ll ever get over how fucking huge he feels inside of you.

As you ride out the waves of your orgasm, Jungkook uses the momentum to match your pleasure with his own. You run your hand against his back in a massaging motion and say his name softly to let him know you’re his number one supporter at the final stretch of this full-body workout session. 

He grunts your name back along with a lot of sloppy profanity in response to an exceptionally strong clench around him. He gets harder and harder with each thrust until you feel yourself being filled with his creamy glaze. It’s like a massive release of all the sexual tension that had built up from the day you two met. In your experience, normal sex doesn’t feel this good. Then again, you’d like to think you and Jungkook don’t have a normal relationship. 

It’s something special, and you want to cherish it forever.

You feel the wet trail that’s left behind as Jungkook pulls out, proof that it wasn’t all just a wild sex dream. His cock is drenched like a freshly glazed donut. You lick your lips even though you know you’re too worn out for another round.

“Hungry?” your boyfriend asks with the biggest grin before drowning you with a thousand soft kisses. “For actual food, I mean.”

“Right, actual food.” Your voice still has a naughty undertone as you hop up off the bed and stretch out your limbs. You make sure to give the boy a nice view of your glowy post-sex body. Maybe he’s also worked up an appetite just by staring at your naked self. An early dinner might be in order.

After washing up, you throw on one of Jungkook’s oversized tees and walk into the kitchen. The cat is busy eating her seafood dinner while the handsome chef is stirfrying noodles and veggies with what smells like the okonomi sauce you recommended to him some time ago. You spot the half-empty bottle on the counter to confirm your suspicions.

“You’re right, this sauce makes everything better,” he says with a noodle hanging from his mouth. He slurps it up and gives you a small bite to try as well. It tastes so familiar yet brand new at the same time. Something tells you it’s the chef that makes all the difference. You’d eat those noodles every day if Jungkook were the one cooking them for you.

“We should try making actual okonomiyaki one time,” you suggest, dishing the meal out between two bowls. That would be a fun little date activity—shopping for ingredients together, struggling to make a proper okonomiyaki, and eating it anyway when things go horribly wrong.

“Ooh, yeah. Have you seen all those videos where they’re throwing all the shit together on one of those hot plates and it comes out perfect every time? They make it look easy.” He pulls out his phone, and the two of you spend the next half hour going down the okonomiyaki rabbit hole as you fill your bellies. Never mind that you’ve already seen these videos. You just love Jungkook’s enthusiasm because it reminds you that your bond with him will never just stop at art and tattoos.

It’ll go as far as you and Jungkook want to take it. In your mind, the sky is the limit, and you’ll aim for the stars every time.

After a long day of big reveals, tattoos, sex, and okonomiyaki, your body is finally running low on energy. You curl up with the cat in Jungkook’s bed as the boy finishes his shower. All you can think about is how perfect the day has been. You couldn’t have asked for anything more.

Your eyelids start to feel heavy until your smoking hot boyfriend returns with wet hair and no shirt. You’re not ashamed to say you’re wide awake now after seeing his bare skin again. As soon as he rolls onto the bed, you snuggle up to his chest. Your nose is filled with his spiced body wash, and you’re tempted to breathe him in until you’re intoxicated.

“So…” Jungkook sneaks a hand up your shirt and rubs the tiny cat and moon on the side of your boob. “Are you going to tell me more about this tattoo?”

“I want to know what you think about it first,” you say, sitting up and lifting your shirt up just enough for him to see the design clearly. He examines it again and even holds your hand tattoo up right next to it for comparison.

“It’s like night and day. The dark and mysterious cat on the moon, and the bright and innocent bunny fairy. One is for everyone’s eyes, while the other is hidden away waiting to be found.”

“I didn’t even think of that.” You’re thoroughly impressed by your boyfriend’s critical thinking. You wonder what that analysis says about you.

“Oh, and it reminds me of Sailor Moon,” he adds. Of course the biggest Sailor Moon enthusiast in the room would pick up on the loose inspiration for that design. 

With a soft laugh, you lay back down and resume the cuddling session. You wish you’d never left. It’s so warm and toasty in Jungkook’s arms. And you know you’re always safe with him.

“Can I tell you a behind the scenes secret about this tattoo?” You point to the side of your boob. The boy nods. “It was either this tiny one or a whole sleeve.”

“You were really considering a whole sleeve?” He runs his hand up and down your arm to generate more body heat. “What happened with that?”

“You know how, when you’re in this industry, people expect you to be covered in art? When your arms look like mine, a lot of people will question your authenticity, especially when you’re just starting out,” you explain.

You might have celebrities and fellow artists who’ll back you up now that you have a large portfolio and presence on social media, but it wasn't easy for you in the beginning when you had no one.

You’d heard a lot of shit being said about you, and you tried to push past it, but it got to be too much at some point. You specifically remember another artist saying, “What does she know about tattoos if she doesn’t have any tattoos of her own?”

That’s when you decided to bite the bullet despite how you felt about needles.

“I just thought it’d be easier to move forward if they could see how passionate I was about tattoos. A sleeve would’ve been clear proof of that.”

Jungkook plants a kiss on your sleeveless arm. “The assholes who judged you clearly didn’t know what they were talking about.”

“I eventually realized that,” you say softly. “I ended up designing the whole sleeve, only to look at it later and say I couldn’t go through with it.” 

“The last thing you want to do is have a whole sleeve of resentment tattooed to your skin,” he says. Your boyfriend says the wisest things sometimes.

“That’s why I downgraded,” you agree. “Part of me still wanted a tattoo, but it didn’t need to prove anything to anyone. So I went with this cute little guy and tucked him away for a handsome boy to find a few years later.”

“I’m glad you let me see it.” Jungkook gives your whole body a good squeeze. “I bet your sleeve design was sick, though.”

You roll over to grab your phone and scroll through your photos. Once you track down the design in question, you hand your phone over to the boy.

“Oh shit.” His eyes are wide as he zooms in to catch every little detail. Among all the chaos you’d thrown into the piece, Jungkook points out something intriguing. It’s a black panther perched on a crescent moon. It still surprises you how good the details came out on it.

“That’s the one part of this whole design that I still really like,” you say. Clearly you have a soft spot for the moon panther. Otherwise you wouldn’t have the miniature version of it tattooed to your breast. “It feels like a waste to have abandoned it.”

“Weren’t you supposed to have a consultation today to discuss design details with a client?” Jungkook hums innocently as if he’s not referring to himself. “He might be interested in the moon panther, if that’s an option.”

You draw an imaginary circle on the boy’s forearm that isn’t already covered in ink. It’s easy to imagine that sort of tattoo on him. It suits him perfectly. “It’ll look good on you.”

“I can’t wait.” Jungkook does that adorable wrinkly grin again and melts your heart away. “By the way, was that the origin story for how you got the name snowsleeve?”

“Yeah.” You smile back. You’ve always had a special attachment to your IG handle because it’s a reminder that you’re a tattoo artist whether or not you have a sleeve to prove it. That was the confidence boost and secret identity you needed back then before you had people on your side—and before you had Jungkook. “But now that I think about it, I might have to change that name if you ever cover my arm in more bunny fairies.”

You wonder what clever name you’d change it to. Or maybe you’d start going by your real name. That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.

After letting out a huge yawn, you kiss Jungkook on the lips and drift off to sleep feeling so warm and safe in his arms.

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Love Song for a Vampire Pt.5

Pairing(s): Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader, Edward Cullen x Bella Swan, Jacob Black x Bella Swan

Warnings: none really

Words: 2446

Summary: Edward breaks the news to Bella about you imprinting on him. Alice comforts you.

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After examining (y/n), Carlisle left her in his study to take a nap and rest. Poor thing looked so weary that he didn’t have the heart to let her return to La Push in that state.

He softly closed the door and immediately was confronted by a concerned Edward. “Well? How is she? Will she be okay?” Brows knitted tightly as he tried to look past his adoptive father.

“Calm down Edward. She will be fine. The drug is already passing through her. There’s nothing more we can do but let her rest.” Footsteps coming up the stairs has both of the vampires turning.

Sam Uely stopped at the top, having overheard Carlisle’s diagnosis. Relief showed on his face. He too was clearly exhausted from the whole event. Being much larger than his packmate, the drug had passed through Sam much faster. The witch who had poisoned them had made both of the dosages with Sam’s size in mind.

Reading his mind, Edward faces him. “Let her rest here for the night. It would be better for her.”

“I don’t mean to offend you after all you have done for us, but I think it would be best for (y/n) to return with me. We can better watch over her there in case anything happens. She needs to be with her pack.”

“She needs rest.” Edward persisted. “You’ll wake her up if you move her. Let her sleep and she can return to La Push when she wakes up. Alice bought enough supplies for her so that she may be comfortable.”

Sam squared up in front of Edward, nearly towering over the vampire. Dark eyes narrow at him. “You do know why she went to that god forsaken place to begin with, right? I hardly think being around you will be good for her.”

A wave of calm swept over there, even making Sam stagger at the sudden sensation. Agitated that someone was controlling how he felt, Sam snaps his head at Jasper who was following him up the stairs. The blonde’s face was smooth with no hint of emotion behind it as he regarded the alpha.

“We only have (y/n)’s best interests at heart.” Jasper replied.

Sam growled out “Don’t do that. Don’t use your vampire power on me.”

He lowers his honey eyes. “I’m sorry but I know what happens when your kind can’t control their emotions.”

Offended, Sam could only grit his teeth as his anger was being dulled. “I know how to control my emotions.”

“Please, just let her rest. I swear to you that no harm will come to her.” Edward pleads with him.

Simply shaking his head, Sam glares at Edward with all the hate in the world. “Harm will always come to her if it involves you.” With that he shoulders his way past Jasper and walks out the front door.

“Boy, he sure does know how to show gratitude.” Emmett mumbles from the base of the stairs, looking at the open front door where Sam had just stormed out of. Beside him stood his mate Rosalie, her shoulders folded in front of her chest.

“Good riddance to him.” She glowers. “Now, what’s this about a wolf staying here?”

“Ah c’mon Rose.” Her brawny mate tries to pull her into a hug, but she is quick to step away from him.

Edward splays his hands on the hand rail as he sets his foot on the first step. “It’s only for a little bit until (y/n) wakes up.”

She shoots a frown up at Edward. “You’re kidding, right? She’ll stink up the whole place.”

Rolling his eyes, he walks down the stairs until he’s positioned right next to Jasper. “She doesn’t smell that bad. Not like the others.”

That makes Jasper arch an eyebrow. “She’s a nice girl and all, but a wolf’s a wolf. She smells just like any of them.”

“I have to agree dude.” Emmett smiles up. “She smells like a little dirty puppy.”

“Can you guys be a little more quieter? It’s rude to talk about our guest like that when she’s a few feet away.” Carlisle reprimands his “children”. “I’m sure she wouldn’t appreciate hearing people talk about how she smells.”

Outside the house could be heard the engine of Bella’s old truck as she pulled into the driveway. Edward tensed at the knowledge that his girlfriend was there unexpectedly.

He still hadn’t told her about (y/n) having imprinted on him. Everyone looked at Edward, knowing all of this full well.

“You have to tell her, Edward.” The eldest Cullen reminded him. “She needs to know.”

“Does she though? The mutt just has a little crush on him.” Rosalie said, watching Bella as she opened her truck door and got out.

Edward shakes his head. “It’s more than that, Rose. Imprinting. . . is so much more.” Dreading the conversation that was about to be had, he makes his way down the stairs; passing his siblings as they all gave him sympathetic looks.

His human girl hops up the steps, turning her dark brown eyes up at him. There was worry shining in them after the way he up and left her. Worry and questions that she was determined to get answers to. That was one thing about Bella that Edward didn’t necessarily care for, she was incredibly stubborn to figure things out.

Chewing the inside of his cheek, Edward meets her at the threshold. She seemed hesitant to be the first to speak, but she took a small inhale and began. “Is (y/n) okay?”

Edward nods and moves out of her way. “Come inside. We need to talk.”

That phrase was a universal one that entailed something was not right. Even Bella knew this as she looked at him for a few seconds before tilting her face downward and walking past him. The others had already vacated their positions near the stairs but Edward could see Emmett peeking from behind the living room’s french doors. He retreated back once he had been discovered.

Up the stairs, Edward found it hard not to glance at the door to Carlisle’s study where (y/n) slept soundly. Inside of his room, Edward closed the door but it might as well have been a futile effort. Everyone else in the house had supernatural hearing and would be able to easily hear him talk to Bella.

“What’s wrong?” She immediately asked, watching nervously as Edward paced the length of his room. Bella had never seen him so restless before.

“A lot is wrong, Bella.” How would he start? Should he just flat out tell her? That seemed the easiest route to take. “Bells. . . (y/n) has imprinted on me.”

It didn’t make him feel any better saying it out loud. In fact it felt like his throat swelled up.

Bella stumbled over words that were trying to come out. Bewildered and conflicted, all she could do was stare at him. “Wha. . .” She sits down on the edge of the bed Edward never used. What would a bedroom be without a bed though? Her head was spinning as Edward’s had when he first found out. “But that means. . .”

“I know. . .”

She glances over at him. “You’re her soulmate. . .?”

Her voice was so full of pain that he right away regretted telling her. But Carlisle was right. It needed to be done so that the both of them could work it out. Edward still loved Bella so much. Now. . . after the way (y/n) had tearfully confessed to him how much she didn’t want to love him. . .

That poor girl’s confession resonated deeply with Edward. He couldn’t deny that he didn’t feel anything for (y/n). He wouldn’t lie to Bella like that.

“She went to a witch to try and stop it. . . (y/n) got hurt in the process as well as Sam Uely. I had to go save her. She only went because of me. Because. . . Because she doesn’t want me to be her soulmate.”

“Jacob’s told me about imprinting, Edward. This is serious.” Bella’s voice quivered as she put her hands onto opposite elbows, holding herself. “You’re HER soulmate. There’s no escaping that. So. . . where does that put me. . . ?”

“I don’t know. . .”

**

You didn’t know how long you had been sleeping, but to be honest it was the best sleep you had had in quite a while. When you awoke you felt utterly refreshed as you stretched your limbs.

Then it hit you.

The vampire stench.

That sickening sweet scent that was almost too much for you. Their scent was worse than that of the witch’s home.

Sitting up, you cover your nose and examine your surroundings until your gaze fell upon a large painting behind Carlisle’s desk. You stand up and venture over to it. Four beautiful men were immortalized in the painting, one you knew to be Carlisle himself. The other three had red eyes: vampires. The painting looked centuries old by the way the brush strokes were laid out.

Footsteps approaching the study door made you twitch and turn around.

“Knock, knock, can I come in?” Came a sweet, chirping voice.

“Um. . . yes?”

The door slowly opened to reveal a petite girl with brown hair in the style of a pixie cut. Her face was round, simply adorable as she smiles your way. “How are you feeling (y/n)?” In her hands is a tray filled with food and a glass of orange juice.

“Good I guess.” You can’t help but sniff at the food, stomach growling as the smell of the food overpowered that of the vampires.

She happily sets it down on the desk. “Eat up. You must be hungry after all you went through.”

“How long have I been asleep?”

“Not too long. Probably around three hours. Give or take.” She notices your hesitation despite the fact that you were hungry. The last time you had accepted food or drink from a stranger you ended up paralyzed. With an understanding smile, she backs away a few inches. “Don’t worry. I didn’t do anything to it. By the way, my name’s Alice. Edward’s sister. Well. . . adoptive sister I guess.”

“Nice to meet you. . .”

Alice sits down on the loveseat that you had been previously occupying while you guzzled down the orange juice. “It’s nice to finally meet you too. The vision I had about you worried me. It didn’t seem like you guys would get out alive.”

You frown, fork in hand. “Vision?”

She winks at you and tells you “I can see into the future. You know, kind of like how Edward can read minds. Some vampires have special abilities. Normally I can’t see the future if it involves your kind though. You were a special case I guess.”

“Guess I should really be thanking you then. If you hadn’t seen our future, Sam and I would probably be dead by now.” That fact scared you and you absentmindedly touch the wound on your cheek. It was covered with a soft gauze.

Alice’s smile fell a bit. “Jasper told me. . . whatever attacked you guys wasn’t a human or even a vampire. He said it looked like a woman but at the same time kind of like a bird too. . .”

You shiver remembering Xiomara’s face and her glassy, black, eyes. That had been the most terrifying thing you had ever seen in your entire life.

“Sorry. . . It’s probably something you don’t want to think about quite yet.” She murmurs and clams up.

You shake your head. “No, it’s okay. It was terrifying, but I’m still alive. Thanks to you.”

At that she smiles. Alice’s sweet gold eyes dim a little as they slowly glance back at the door. “Edward’s really trying to fix things. He knows that this isn’t easy for you.”

“I know. He’s a good guy. I feel bad for complicating his life.”

She rolls her eyes. “His life was already complicated with Bella. I don’t want to speak out of place, but maybe you’re just what he needs. . . Him and Bella have been through so much because she’s human. I know that eventually she does want Edward to turn her, but he’s incredibly hesitant to do so. Being a vampire isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. We live for centuries as we watch helplessly those that we used to love die in a blink of an eye. It’s a tough adjustment too. As a newborn it’s so hard to get back into a world that is suddenly so foreign to us. We no longer belong in that world.” Her voice is far off, even solemn as if she’s remembering her life as a human. It’s then you realize how sad being an immortal vampire truly is. Many didn’t ask for that life

Hopeful eyes turn up. “As much as I like Bella, in all honesty I believe Edward is better off with you. At least you have some understanding what it’s like to not be completely human.”

“I. . .” You were at a loss for words looking at a vulnerable Alice who had just shared a piece of herself. Yes, you were still at least somewhat human. Shapeshifters did age different than humans though. Your life would be longer than your human friends, if not by 20 years. You would age slower than the rest 0f them and be subject to watch them die.

“You don’t have to say anything. I know I sprung this up on you so suddenly. Just. . . Don’t give up. I may not easily be able to see your future, but in the end I know you’ll be good for Edward. Love isn’t always easy, (y/n).” Alice sighs and gets up. “Maybe I’ve spoken out of place. . . But Edward’s my brother and I want him to be happy. With everything that’s going on with Victoria and the Volturi. . .” Instead of finishing that thought she shakes her head. “Anyway, Carlisle says you can return home whenever you want.” It was hard to swallow down the food in your mouth after what Alice had said. You had come to terms with Edward never reciprocating your feelings. Now. . .

You wanted to tell Alice that she was wrong. That there was no way in hell that Edward would choose you over Bella. The expression of pure hopefulness had you biting your tongue though. She left without another word, leaving you to ponder over your meal.

[iwadori]

Haikyu boys when they make you insecure PT 1 (Kenma,Kuroo)

Part 1 Part 2  Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6.

Word Count:3k 

genre: angst, fluff

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Kenma:

You and Kenma have been in a long distance relationship for a while.

Both of you stream, Kenma doing it seriously for his job and you just playing it for fun,

Sometimes you stream together of course but because of your difference in audiences and games you don’t do it all the time

“Bye guys! Hope you enjoyed todays stream” You wave off to the camera and shut off your PC taking a few sips of water.

Kenma: Hey.. nice stream today Y/N are you going to watch mine?

Y/N: Of course I will 

Kenma: Ok talk to you later

Y/N: okayy <3

Kenma is what inspired you to stream, he also taught you all the ins and outs of streaming making sure you were set and ready. Your gaming style was very relaxed and friendly as you obviously weren’t streaming as a career just for fun and to make friends with your online viewers. The games you played were usually: minecraft, COD, Sims 4, Roblox, Animal crossing and *Insert your favourite game here* the way I literally named all the games I play 

You wait for Kenmas stream to start, kind of excited as you’ve always loved seeing your boyfriend in his ‘element’ when it comes to playing to games. As your boyfriends stream starts you see he’s already chosen what game he is playing today which is to your surprise Call of duty, since that was the game you were playing earlier.

As he gets into the stream you are entertained, as always since Kenma was being his usual self laughing at his own deadpan jokes and interacting with his viewers. He is currently waiting for his capture the flag game to start so as he waits he decides to read some comments in the chat.

You’re used to the usual ‘Kenma where is Y/N I miss your usual streams together’ or ‘kenma please RAIL me’ which always makes you laugh. You were also used to the common hate comments Kenma and You both got on your streams but you were definitely not ready for this..

@ Ihatewomanandiamadick : Hey Kenma did you see your girls stream today she is so dog shit at COD lmaoooo jhdfkjdrhdrr

“Well hello ihatewomenandiamadick” started Kenma “but yes I did see Y/N stream and obviously she is not the best at games and I would definitely NOT ask her to team with me for any serious gaming competitions ... but she’s fun to watch I guess” as he finished speaking about you his game loaded up so he focused his attention on that the words he just spoke going to the back of his mind as they end up at the forefront of yours.

You obviously knew you were no match for Kenma’s gaming expertise but you didn’t expect him to publicly agree with a hate comment let alone add more of his imput on you. Did he really think that about you? ‘She’s fun to watch I guess’ did he not even enjoy your streams that much?

You wanted to distract yourself, and you definitely couldn’t do that watching him so you close off of his stream and get in your bed deciding to watch your favourite show. 

Waking up at 6pm after your sad nap, you see that Kenma has left some messages to you,

Kenma: hey did you watch my stream?

Kenma: do you want to facetime later and play some minecraft..?

Kenma: y/n r u ok??

Y/N: oh hey cnt play minecraft w you rn not really in the mood..

Kenma: oh ok..

Time passed since then a month to be exact and you basically dropped off of the face of the earth, you weren’t in the mood to do anything let alone game and stream, which was a constant reminder of your boyfriend (something you didn’t want at the time.) 

You felt embarrassed over all the things he said about you and all the things you now think he thinks about you and the way you play. Maybe he thinks even worse things about you, beyond just how you game? What if he doesn’t even genuinely like you...or he has someone else...it does make sense, you do both live miles and miles away from eachother AND he’s a big streamer you see the amount of girls in his comments.

You shake your head to erase your protruding thoughts coming in your mind, but it doesn’t really help. You and Kenma haven’t spoken much over this month he tried to constantly reach out to you at first but you assume he got bored over your constant, repetitive dry texts. So you were almost content with you and Kenma not even being in a relationship anymore.

However on Kenma’s side, he was beyond worried about you. Since you haven’t been streaming or barely responded to his texts he thought something happened to you, but he didn’t want to be seen as ‘overstepping boundaries’ if there was nothing wrong at all with you and you simply were just ‘not in the mood.’ 

So here he is, in Kuroo’s apartment trying to get him to help him out on finding out what is wrong with you.

“So kenma can you remember what happened the day when Y/N went ‘ghost’“ asked Kuroo in a mock detective voice

“Y/N didn’t go ‘ghost’ Kuro, and take this seriously” said Kenma “I’m worried bout her”

“Okay fine, but for real what’s the last thing you remember before she started acting all weird.” 

“Umm I think it was around a month ago I did my saturday stream and I think she was on it but she didn’t leave her usual nice comments throughout”

“Ohh that was the stream when you sai-” Kuroo said before pausing his words as the memory of what Kenma said about you on his stream came in his mind, as even Kuroo thought it was a tad bit harsh for Kenma to say all those things “I think I know why Y/N has been so distant kiddo”

“What why?” Asked Kenma

Kuroo pulls out his phone and brings up the clip off what Kenma said and Kenma’s face cringes ‘did he really say all those things about you’ he thinks. 

“Shit.. I didn’t know I said all of that” he said quietly “how do I make it up to her?”

“There’s only one thing you can really do Kenma” said kuroo

You are woken up out of your sleep by a knock on the door. Getting out your bed like a zombie, you trudge to your front door only surprised by what you see. There in his 5′6 glory stood your ‘boyfriend’ Kenma with a controller and a kitten teddy in his hand. You were very tempted to shut the door in his face and get back to your dreamless sleep but you waited on him to speak.

“Hi Y/N” he said quietly “wanna play some minecraft...?”

“Why so you can ridicule me on how shit I am?” You ask bitterly ready to shut the door on him

“No! No not all” he said stopping you from shutting the door entering your place “Y/N i’m really sorry on what I said, I wasn’t thinking AT ALL... I love watching your streams and I think you’re great at playing games...I was just being a dick,”

You take a deep breath before tears pool in your eyes “what you said really hurt me kenma..” you say “ I know people say shitty things on the internet all the time... it’s the internet. But I wasn’t expecting you to agree with the hater and say even more shitty things on top of that.. I don’t think I want to even stream anymore”

Upon hearing that, Kenma’s mouth parts open with shock ‘you dont want to stream anymore’ were his comments that bad? Now he feel even worse as he should and is now more determined to make things right. 

He impulsively drags your arm into your game room, catching your surprise ‘what is he up too?’ you think. He stops for a second seeing your usual pristine gaming set up, collected up with dust. 

“What are you do-” you start 

“Just wait!” He says, as he rushes away turning on all your stuff and logging onto his twitch account as he sees the views go up he starts to speak

 “Hi guys, its me kodzuken and today I’m here on stream with my beautiful girlfriend and today I want to say..” he turns to you “Y/N im so sorry for the horrible things I said to you that day... I was just being a dick and I’m sorry I really am.”

You look at the chat and you see some confusion and some people recalling his words from last month. “It’s fine Kenma, I forgive you” you say giving him a hug”

“Okay Y/N, so what do you say... wanna beat my ass at bed wars?” He says with a smirk 

“When have I ever loss?” you return his smirk

Of course you did beat his ass as bed wars for rounds on rounds never losing proving yourself to actually be a good gamer girl. You enjoyed your time with Kenma, forgetting what he said before about you and moving on. 

Eventually, you guys moved in together and streamed together all the time and yes you still do play for fun but you’ve gotten way better at COD (some may say better then Kenma) but who is better didn’t matter to any of you, as long as you got to play together that’s all you both cared about.

Kuroo:

Kuroo and you have been together since you were in your first year of high school 

You met as friends first when you got him to tutor you in chemistry ( a subject you still aren’t that good at.)

Now you have your upcoming entrance exams for university in a month so your school has you doing mock exams in preparation for them.

20%

You look down at your chemistry paper that your teacher just handed you. 20%. You’re surprised, very surprised since out of all your subjects (that you go 90+% on) you studied on the chemistry test the hardest ensuring Testurou, that you didn’t need his help at all. But I guess it turns out, you did.

This failing mock grade put a blunder on your day, you didn’t interact with anyone and didn’t want to see your boyfriend so you skipped your usual routine of meeting him on the rooftop and went to the library instead ‘might aswell start early on your studying’ you thought.

As you were going over your chemistry topics, you hear an ‘ahem’ next to you and you turn your head only to find your boyfriend and his friends next to you. Kuroo with his usual goofy smile on his face. 

“Hey kitten where were you at lunch?” he asked 

“Needed to go to the library, Chemistry is kicking my ass” you mumbled 

“Oya” he said as he noticed your chemistry test laying under your textbook “20%, well damn Y/N I knew you were stupid, but I didn’t know you were that stupid” he laughed doing his stupid usual hyena-like laugh.

Ouch well that hurt. You slightly flinched at his words, “Really your name, you didn’t know the molecular formula for ethanol, that’s first year work” he said continuing to laugh “I’m pretty sure that’s one of the first things I tutored you on when we first met” 

His overbearing laughter was not good for you, you were already having a bad day and yes you do know your not that good at chemistry but you didn’t need your chemistry-enthusiast boyfriend to make fun of you for failing. Kenma and Yaku stood there awkwardly obviously aware of how bad Kuroo is making you feel but they didn’t really know how to stop his friend in the moment.Whilst he’s still dying of laughter you decide to pack up your stuff and leave the library.

You managed to get your Chemistry tutor to let you retake your mock paper in a week so that means, extra hard studying with no distractions you definitely can’t fail again. Since studying on your own was definitely not a good option, and you couldn’t go to Kuroo (especially after he ridiculed you) you decided to ask the second smartest person you know to tutor you.

Y/N: Hey Yaku! Can I ask you a favour?

Yaku: Hi Y/N what do you need??

Y/N: I have my chemistry retake next week, and as you know from your loud-loud friend I failed my recent test so can you tutor me?? 

Y/N: Pleaseeee

Yaku: Ok Y/N why can’t you ask Kuroo you know that he’d be more than happy to help

Y/N: Yakuu pleasee just help me out 

So there you was, nearly a week done with your study sessions with Yaku and you’re feeling way more confident than before. 

“Y/N what is the functional group of a Carboxylic Acid” Yaku asked

“umm... COO?” 

“Great! that’s correct Y/N” he praises i dont actually know if it’s correct or not

You then hear a knock at Yaku’s front door and hear his mum let the person in, Kuroo then enters Yaku’s bedroom with shock plastered on his face surprised to see you here.

“Y/N...hey?” he says confused “what are you doing here?”

“Oh Mori-chan is just helping me with chemistry for my retake tommorow” you say nochalantly internally smiling at the twinge in Kuroo’s face at the purposeful use of Yaku’s first name.

“So why didn’t you ask me to help you know I’m a chemistry whiz” he asks

“Maybe I’m too stupid to be taught under your tutelage” you mumble “since I seem to forget whatever you teach me, even when it’s 3 years ago... but ok”

“Y/N I-” he starts 

“Oh save it Kuroo, I have studying to do” you say cutting him off

“But I-” he tries

“So Mori-chan COOH is the function group of ethyl ethonate right?” you ask ignoring your boyfriend who is now at a lost for words

“ummm yeah it is” says yaku who is clearly feeling heavily awkward at the tension in his bedroom.

Kuroo leaves and you and yaku finish off the studying for the night, you did feel a little bad for being a bit mean to Kuroo but it’s karma for him being a dick to you. 

You wake up the next day ready for your exam which was first thing in the morning, before you hand in your phone you see a message from Kuroo,

Kuroo: I know you’re still mad at me, but I think you’re going to do so well on this test. You’re not stupid at all, you’re really smart and I love you < 3 

Kuroo: Good luck Y/N

You don’t respond to the message but smile at the sincerity of it and thankful for the boost of confidence it gave you before you start your exam.

Finishing the exam with a smile, you were confident you did well as everything you and Yaku went over was on the paper and you’re almost certain you atleast got more than 75%. You have to wait an hour before your teacher can give you your results, so in the meantime you might aswell reconcile with Kuroo.

When you exit the classroom, standing there was Kuroo who seemed to have been waiting for you for the whole duration of the exam.

“So how was it?” Kuroo asked, apprenhensive as he assumed you would just ignore him like you did at Yaku’s house.

“It was fine, I think it went alright..” you say

“Kuroo”

“Y/N”

You say simultaneously, he pauses for a second to let you speak “I’m sorry I was being so stand offish when we were at Yaku’s I just wanted you to see I could do it on my own, and when you called me stupid I really took that to heart since you and I both know that Chemistry wasn’t ever my best subject” 

“I’m sorry too, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad, and since it was only a practice test I didn’t think you’d take it to heart but I am sorry I know you aren’t stupid.”

Before you got to say anything else, your Chemistry teacher exited the room with your chemistry paper in hand. Kuroo grabbed your hand anticipating your nerves and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Miss L/N” said your teacher “Well done on your chemistry test” he turned your test around to sure a perfect 100%. Both you and Kuroo gasped, you were elated to say the least you wanted to jump up and down in excitement but a PERFECT 100%.

“I’d also like to add that you have now got the top chemistry score in the school beating the previous title holder Kuroo Testurou” said your teacher, this made Kuroo open his mouth even wider in surprise nearly making you giggle at his response. 

Your teacher took his leave, leaving you and Kuroo in the hallway “ I guess i’m the chemistry whizz now “ you say wiggling your eyebrows just as Kuroo did to you before at Yaku’s this made him chuckle as he came to put his arm around you.

“Y/N don’t get ahead of yourself now, you may have won this battle but I will win the war” he said smiling

In the final exam, you continue your winning streak also getting a near 100% and still beating Kuroo which didn’t matter to either of you, now you’re just like him cracking chemistry puns and jokes all the time which none of your friends appreciated but atleast Kuroo found them SODIUM funny.

AN: Please kill me for the last line of Kuroos, I didn’t really like Kuroo’s since it was a bit self indulgent with my hate for chemistry but what do you guys think?